Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2006 08:31:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dray Slave, Part Four

DRAY SLAVE

By Pete Brown.   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Four


The next morning as we all knelt there waiting to be
fed, our owner seemed to go out of his way to
humiliate Sarge - as he went down the row of us
kneeling there, he sniffed the air around Sarge,
pretending he could smell shit, and made some comment
to the guy Jon with him about how they'd better make
sure that our asses were clean before he used them in
future.  None of us needed reminding about what had
happened to Sarge and Jed (that's four, by the way -
sometimes I think of the other guys by their numbers,
and sometimes by their names as the owners only used
our numbers, but between ourselves we tended to use
our names).

Then Steve snapped "Listen up you slaves - the other
day I expressly forbad you to have any sexual contact
with each other at all without my express permission,
and last night at least two of you disobeyed me, with
the consequences you can still see, as the cane marks
on the butts of two and four are still glowing this
morning!   But you can't be trusted - I expect others
amongst you played with yourselves but were fortunate
not to be seen.  So the rules have changed:  from now
on, you are not allowed to touch your own dicks and
balls at all - not ever!   Is that clear?"

We all knelt there looking at each other, wondering
what the fuck he meant, until he snapped again "Are
you northerners all pig ignorant?  I tell you you're
not to touch yourself and ask you if you understand,
and all you do is kneel there and look around.  Now,
what's not clear about being forbidden to touch your
dicks and balls?  So, do you understand, or do I have
to lay into you with cane?  I'm very tempted to give
you all a cut across your backs, just to get your
attention...."

"Sir, yes, sir", we chorused, and he smiled faintly.

He gave us the order to get up and stand at attention
then, and then to "about face and march off to the
showers.  It's funny, actually, doing these standard
drill manoeuvres in the nude - it doesn't feel right
somehow not to have the "snap" of the boot on the
ground when you turn, and our bare feet just don't
make the right noise (even though after several days
of the running machines with their hard surface most
of us were now getting a really tough layer of skin
across our feet).

I suppose we'd got used to having to crap together by
now, as all eight of us tended to cluster in one area
of the grille thing in the floor, and then to squat
down to do our business - there were some of the other
teams of slaves in there at the same time usually, and
it didn't seem to be te done thing to mingle with the
other guys.  It's always good to have a shower,
though, and I find it really wakes me up in the
morning and I really like the sensation of having all
the sweat and stuff that accumulates on me overnight
washed away.   But as I began to wash myself, Steve
screamed out to all of us "You fucking slaves!  Stop
that, right now!"

Above the noise of the showers and the astonished
mutterings of the other guys from the other teams, he
rounded on us and screamed "Just two minutes ago I
told you that you were forbidden to touch your dicks
and balls!  And what do I see two minutes later?  All
of you, standing there, soaping yourselves!   It's no
wonder you Northerners lost the war, as you seem
incapable of carrying out the simplest instruction!
Now, wash each other - if I see any of you touching
yourself again, I'll have him dragged out and caned!"

We all looked at each other, but we knew he meant
business.  But what were we to do, with the guards and
all standing there with their prods at the ready?    I
turned to four who was standing next to me, and
muttered "Come on, Jed... I'll do you, and you can do
me."

He looked kind of stunned, but we didn't really have
any choice, did we? So I soaped up my hands and
reached down and stroked his cock and balls with them
- I reckon that's the first time I've ever touched
another guy's dick, but in the shower it's not as if
you're in bed or anything, is it?  Well, I mean, I
wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea - when I was
on the footballs team at school and in the marines,
we'd have a bit of horseplay sometimes after we'd won
a match - a quick slap on the butt, or you might put
your arms around another guy as you all laughed or
shouted as you'd won or something, but you were always
careful not to touch another guy's dick.  Sometimes it
happened by accident, of course - you'd all be
clustered together "sharing the moment" of a victory,
and as you moved around another guy's dick might brush
against your thigh or even your butt, but it was all
accidental.  But here it was quite deliberate - I had
to soap Jed, and like all guys, when my fingers went
around his balls he seemed to be shit scared and
almost reflexively moved a bit away - I know it
happened to me every time the doctor did the physicals
we all had regularly, as one of the things they do is
examine your balls for signs of testicle cancer.  The
worse thing, though, was having to do his ass crack -
with grim determination I soaped my hands again and
then slid my fingers gingerly down from the top.
Jed's got really strong, firm ass muscles and even
with the soap, I couldn't make much progress until I
told him to spread his feet a bit, and then I could
slide right the way through and wash the back of his
balls too.

Jed really didn't like doing it to me, either, and
kept muttering things like "Dad and my brothers would
kill me if they thought I was doing this fag stuff",
but I did my best to encourage him by telling him that
it was OK as we were using soap and it was only the
kind of thing fags did if you were in bed together - I
know it's not a very good excuse, but Jed was an
Arkansas boy, as he kept reminding us, and I guess
that all those years of inbreeding in the hills
doesn't make for the brightest guys around!  It did
feel odd to have his big, horny hands pushing my butt
apart, though, and I really was a bit worried when he
was stroking my balls as his hands are so big, and I'm
not sure he really realised his own strength!

When they turned the water off we all stood there
planing the water off our bodies with our hands - it
seemed that towels were an unnecessary feature for
slaves, as our hides dried naturally soon enough.
Steve was watching us, though, and ordered us to line
up, and then called to Sarge to step forward.

"Are you properly clean, two?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

"Liar!  I was watching, and you were not cleaned
properly!  Put your hands behind your neck!"

We all watched as Sarge did as he'd been ordered - the
guards watching had all tensed as this was going on
and fingered their prods, as if they were expecting
trouble.  Steve then ordered seven, who'd been washing
Sarge, to come out and kneel in front of Sarge.

"Right, seven!  You cleaned two thoroughly, did you
not?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

"Liar, seven!  But let's prove it.  'Skin two back and
let me see...."

"Sir, please, no...."

"Seven, if you cleaned two properly, you've done this
once already.  So what's the problem with doing it
again?  On the other hand if you did not do it, then
you lied to me and need punishing...."

Slowly, as if he were touching some infinitely fragile
and delicate piece of glass that he thought might at
any moment shatter in his hands, seven reached up and
took Sarge's dick in his hand, and then it was if we
all stopped breathing as we watched in fascination as
very slowly he teased Sarge's 'skin back with the
forefinger of his other hand.  We could see Sarge
starting to get hard as his dark, moist dick head
appeared, and I felt so sorry for him as I saw him
blushing deeply as this most private part of him was
exposed.

"It looks clean enough, I suppose", Steve told us.
"But the next time I find that one of you has not had
his cock head properly cleaned, we'll complete the
operation using the tongue.  So remember that, seven,
unless you want to lap at two's dick in front of all
your buddies."

We went off then to those fucking exercise machines as
usual, but we were all kind of subdued - I guess we
all felt for Sarge, having to be exposed like that,
and for seven, having to play with Sarge's dick in
front of all of us - we really were turning into men
who were no longer in charge of even the most intimate
parts of our lives.

That night once we were locked back in the cage and
were all lying around generally wondering what the
fuck we were going to do as we were all horny but none
of us had asked permission to jerk off or anything,
the two masters came along and stood there looking at
us all.  They had some amused kind of conversation
between themselves, pointing at some of us as they did
so, and making little laughs and so on as if they were
discussing us.  Then they went over and dragged the
two "horses" in front of the bars, and the older one,
Jon, unlocked the cage and told five and seven to come
out.

Seven and five knew at once what was going to happen
to them of course, and tried to protest, but Jon waved
his prod at them and they slunk out and went and lay
on the horses as they'd been instructed.  They were
chained down, and then, just as had happened to Sarge
and Jed, the two masters fucked them as the rest of us
stood there at the bars, watching helplessly.

I suppose I knew than that this was going to happen to
me, too - after all, they'd fucked four of us, so it
was a fair bet they were going to do the other four.
I was standing next to Sarge, and I think he sensed my
unease - I was clenching my fists, I realised, and
muttering things like "bastards!".

"Calm down, Steve.... It's no good, you know."

"But look at what they're doing to those guys... And
what they did to you.... And what they're gong to do
to me, I reckon...."

"You're right, of course.  But getting all tense and
upset about it isn't going to do any good.  We're all
slaves now, and that's the kind of thing owners do to
slaves, to show them that we are totally under their
control.  I mean, if you went out and raped someone -
whether it's a woman or another guy - they'd lock you
up and throw away the key!  But a master can do that
sort of thing to a slave with total impunity:  we're
not considered to be men any longer, more like
animals, and an owner can do what he likes with an
animal."

"But I don't want to be fucked, have my ass raped...."

"It's not up to you any longer, Dave.  Try and
remember the old song 'Que sera, sera....'.  And think
back to your training - they always told us that when
things looked hopeless, not to 'waste' ourselves in
futile effort, but to save our strength in the hope of
being able to mount a better fight later.  Well, I
reckon that's what you've got to do, Dave:  accept the
inevitable, and conserve your energy for fighting back
later."

"But Sarge, I can't just let them rape me tomorrow, or
the next day...."

"And what other choices do you have?  Are you going to
try and fight them, when they've got their prods and
you've got all this bare skin exposed?  Get real!"

Just then the young guy, Steve, gave a great shout of
excitement and we saw his ass clench really tight and
his back arched in ecstasy as he thrust forward into
poor five one last time - I thought of how I'd done
that so many times with the whores I hired, and could
almost imagine how he felt as his cum pumped out of
his dick.    Once again the other one, Jon, took
longer to get to his climax, and then, laughing and
slapping each other on the back, the two masters freed
five and seven from the horses and almost herded them
back into the cage.

Sarge and Jed went to comfort them, and the other four
of us kind of stood there not really knowing what to
do - I mean, what do you say to a buddy who's just
been raped in front of you?  Especially when you know
that's what's going to happen to you sooner or later.

Our troubles weren't over then, though:  Steve called
out for us all to line up by the bars, and then he
stood there and looked at us.  "You men have worked
hard on the exercise machines today", he told us.
"And you perhaps have earned a small reward.  And I
also want to make sure that every part of you remains
in excellent physical condition.  Consequently I have
decided that you can all masturbate for me now - none
of you has asked to jerk off tonight, and I don't want
your balls getting out of condition."

We all stood there, kind of looking at each other, and
I can remember thinking that this was fucking awful -
having to stand three and jerk off in front of my
buddies!  I mean, it's something you do in private,
isn't it, not with a lot of other blokes watching?
And, anyway, I hate doing it standing up, and don't
even do it in the shower for that reason, preferring
to lie on m bed or slump in a chair as I beat the
meat.  But we'd got this order now, and what was I
supposed to do?   I thought I'd hang back a bit and
see what the others did, but Sarge called out "Sir, I
don't want sex not, sir, thank you.  And I don't think
some of the others do, either."

Steve paced up and down looking at us as we stood
there naked, and said quietly "Is that how you all
feel?  That you don't want to jerk off?"

"Sir, yes, sir", most of us said.

"You fucking slaves!", he screamed.  "Haven't you
learned anything yet?  It's not a question of whether
you want sex, or not:  I gave you an order, as I want
you all to jerk off  to keep your balls in good
condition.  You're my slaves, my property, and I
decide what's best for you.  I will not have this kind
of insubordination, and all of you are going to be
punished!  Grab hold of the bars in front of you, and
don't dare let go!"

We all looked at each other again, but after a couple
of seconds I, like the others, leaned forward an
wrapped my hands around the steel bars.  Steve and Jon
entered the cage then, saying that if any of us dared
let go of the bars, we'd be punished even more.  They
went along the row of us pushing our hands down the
bars and making us bend our bodies, so that our butts
were sticking out.

The first scream caught me totally off guard, and it
was only when there was another that I realised what
was happening:  Steve was going along the line of us
giving us each one stroke of the punishment cane.
Even though I knew it was coming and the sweat had
already broken out of me as I stood there with my bare
butt so exposed, it as still a terrible shock - and
yes, I did squeal as the cane sliced into my skin.
There's that terrible initial pain as it first hits,
and then it goes on getting more and more intense for
a few seconds as all the nerve cells fire, before it
settles down to a throbbing ache.

Once we had all been hit, Steve and Jon went out side
the cage again, locking the door behind them, and told
us we could stand up.  "Now, you fuckers, let's see
some real action:  get jerking!", Steve snapped.

We all still hesitated, but none of us wanted another
cane stroke.  So like my buddies I reached down and
took hold of my dick.  "NO!", Steve yelled.  "Are you
all complete idiots?  Haven't I made a rule that you
are not allowed to touch your own dicks?  Now, before
I punish you all again, start jerking off the guy next
to you!"

Look, I'd never touched another guy's dick before, and
I looked desperately around.  But Sarge was on my
left, and as I'm left handed, I reached down for him.
I glanced at him as I did so, and saw he had a kind of
encouraging look on his face, indicating that he
didn't blame me for what I was about to do.

His dick felt heavy and warm and soft in my hand, and
as I began to stroke it, I felt Jed's big rough hand
grab me.  I started to rub my fingers along the
underside of Sarge's dick and felt it start to stiffen
as I did so, and even though Jed's caresses of mine
were much cruder and rougher, I anyway started to go
hard myself because it was somehow exciting.  I know
it shouldn't have been, but  I couldn't help it.

I carried on then, curling my fingers around Sarge's
dick and sliding his  'skin off and on his dick head,
and it was actually very erotic, somehow, having this
big warm dick in my hand.  I heard Sarge's breathing
start to go a bit ragged as I worked away, and I was
conscious at another level of my own breath starting
to come in spurts as Jed worked away at me.    I
realised Sarge must be on the edge as my hand started
to slide much more freely as his pre-cum was released,
and almost at the same time Jed gripped me really hard
and did a series of quick strokes that brought me to
climax and I pumped a big slime of cum out onto the
bare concrete of the corridor.  It was  so fucking
humiliating for all of us - being made to line up like
that and then to have to jerk off as if it was some
sort of contest or other.  And to have to do it to
your buddies, and to have them do it to you.  I mean,
it's bad enough having to run around in the nude all
the time, but you do kind of get used to it;  but I
didn't think I'd ever get used to the idea of having
sex in public - it's such a private thing, isn't it,
and being forced to do it like that just made me feel
even less of a free man that I had before.

I could hardly focus on the exercises we were required
to do that day, as my mind was full of what was
probably going to happen to me -  if they carried on
as they had been, there was after all a fifty-fifty
chance that Steve and Jon would fuck me that night.  I
think they were "ramping up" the effort we were
required to make during exercising, too, as now there
were guards standing around with tawses and at the
slightest signs of any of us even thinking about
slacking, the tawse would land on our naked backs or
butts.  It's not that it hurts all that much - it's
enough to get you to re-focus as it stings a bit,  but
it doesn't last.  It's also the sheer shock of having
another man physically punish you that starts to get
to you:  the thought that the guard with the tawse has
such power over you that he can hit you like that and
there's no law, no rules, nothing, to stop him as you
are just a piece of your owner's property.

I watched Steve and Jon come into the cages area that
night, and, as I had predicted, my turn had come.
Steve ordered me out onto one of the horses, and one
of the other guys was put onto the other one (I can't
remember who).  The leather felt cold on my belly, and
I hated having the cuffs fastened around my wrists and
ankles - I felt so totally helpless and powerless once
I'd been tied down like that, as there was no way now
that I could stop the them raping me.

It was Steve who took me, and Jon who took my buddy.
The two men were laughing at some joke or other as
they dropped their jeans, and I felt the bundle of
fabric around Steve's ankles as he pressed close to
me.   I knew it was no use complaining or anything as
they weren't going to listen and it only made me look
like a wimp, so I curled my fingers around the front
of the horse in an effort to control myself - I didn't
want to give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing
that he was hurting me.  Before he started, though, I
felt this hot, sweaty hands running all over my arse,
and I heard him say to Jon "I can still feel the cane
stroke on this one's backside - is yours the same?"

I hated the feel of his hands on me like that,
especially when he moved them up to my neck and then
ran them all down my back, stopping to press into my
ribs as he did so, and telling Jon what good shape I
was in!  Well I was, of course, but having a guy feel
you like that, just as if you're some kind of prize
piece of stock, is gross.  I guess that to him that's
just what I was, though - some sort of animal that was
being trained and honed to be in even better
condition, so I could work better as a slave.  But
then he pulled my arse apart, and I felt the hard
warmth of his dick pressing into me - he kind of moved
his dick up and down my ass crack a bit, and I have to
admit it was kind of erotic:  you know how sensitive
you are down there, especially just behind your balls,
and against my will I gave a little moan of pleasure
as his dick moved around, sometimes caressing my hole.

When he'd had enough, though, it got rapidly worse:  I
felt his dick head stopping against my hole, and then
he pushed forward.  I tried to clench my muscles to
stop it, but it was no good - the more I clenched, the
more it seemed to excite him and drive him to  thrust
at me harder and harder.  There's no way you can stop
it, though, is there?  If you're tied down and
helpless, sooner or later a guy's dick is going to
break into you, and as Steve's did so I gave  a
scream.  Sure, it hurt, but I reckon my cry was more
one of the absolute anguish of knowing that another
man had totally violated me, totally used me in a way
that no one has a right to.  And then, as he began to
thrust in and out, I just couldn't help moaning with
every stroke, in spite of gripping the horse as hard
as I could and willing myself to be silent - when his
thighs slammed into mine and he was buried deep in me,
I just couldn't help it.

It didn't go on for all that long, I suppose, as
Steve's a young guy and I remember how I was at that
age - I barely had to get my dick inside a girl and
I'd cum.  And so it was mercifully soon over, and
Steve pulled out and stood there, watching Jon perform
for a few moments, before hitching up his boxers and
jeans.    He slapped my butt and muttered "You're a
good fuck, boy - and in time, I think you'll make an
excellent fuck!", and when I made no reply, he slapped
me again, this time much harder.

"When your owner speaks to you, boy, you respond!
You're lucky my cane isn't here, or you'd have had
another stripe to go with the one you already have.
Now, I've just said you're a good fuck...."

"Sir, thank you, sir", I muttered through clenched
teeth.  I mean, what's the point of resisting, when
you're totally helpless, as I was?  He gave a  kind of
scornful little laugh, and said "One day you will be
glad that I treat my slaves humanely - you get well
fed here, and we don't punish you excessively, and
we're showing you how men can enjoy each other!  Now,
let's get you back in the cage..."

He was careful to keep his prod in one hand as he
released the shackles with the other, and indicated
with a toss of his head that I should go back in to
join the others.  I saw Sarge standing there, his
hands gripping the bars and with a harsh, cruel look
on his face as if he would willingly have sprung out
and killed Steve for what he'd done to me and my
buddy.

I stood there, feeling that horrible sensation of
having cum slowly slithering out of me, and Sarge put
his arm around my shoulder.  "Easy, Steve", he almost
whispered.  "The bastards have us for now, but it
won't always be like this - one day we'll find a way
of getting back at them..."

"Yes, Sarge, but it's too late... They've fucked
me...."

"...and me, too, Dave, remember that!  But it's not
all that bad - you're hurting physically a bit now as
that bastard didn't lube you or stretch you, and
you're feeling pretty bad about it, too, I can tell.
But it's not as if they've damaged you permanently -
you've only lost your virginity, not an arm or a leg
or an eye...."

"They raped me, Sarge...."

"Yes... But it's not the end of the world.  I know
it's always written about as if it's almost as bad as
killing someone to rape them, but think about it,
Dave:  your pride's hurt for sure, and you're thinking
all that stuff about 'not being a proper man now', but
actually you're OK, aren't you?  If we had to fight
now, you could....  So quit whining, and act like a
proper soldier, OK?"

Well, that shut me up, I suppose, and I went and lay
down and tried to sleep, knowing we'd have another
tough day on the exercise machines the following day -
which indeed we did!  That night Steve and Jon fucked
the other two guys, as the other six of us watched
silently, but the night after that when they came to
us after dinner there was a change:  Steve ordered us
to line up behind the bars and began "Now, you men
must be getting really horny:  you haven't jerked off
for a couple of days.  I'm not going to order you to
do it, as I was planning to wait and see how long you
can hold out for - but remember, you're monitored on
CCTV, and if you're seen touching yourselves, there'll
be big trouble!  So, do any of you want to play
tonight?"

We were all standing there kind of looking at each
other, and we began to shake our heads - except for
five and eight, who'd stood next to each other.  I
thought that was a bit odd.

"Anyway", Steve went on, "It doesn't matter.  You've
all been working hard, so I'm giving you a free night.
 You can do whatever you want tonight - jerk
yourselves off, play with each other now you know what
another guy's dick feels like, or perhaps some of you
might even like to think about having proper sex, now
you've experienced Jon and me!"

The two masters turned and left then, and we all
started to relax, looking at each other and saying
things like "Thank Christ!  I thought my balls would
blow off if I had to wait any longer...."

Frankly, all I wanted to do was to lie down, wait
until things had quietened down, and then quietly jack
off.  I still didn't like the thought of doing it in a
semi-public way like that, but at least I'd get some
relief as my dick was almost constantly erect and I
didn't like the way I'd felt the odd drops of pre-cum
leaking out, and of knowing that my buddies would see
it.  It wasn't that simple, though - as we all
shuffled around to find space, five and eight almost
went out of their way to let us see that they were
deliberately choosing to lie close together, and then,
when we were all settled down, we realised they were
jerking each other off!  And not just doing it quietly
and discretely, either:  they were kind of caressing
each other, and kissing, and fooling around, playing
with their bodies, so that we all couldn't help seeing
and hearing.

If you ask me, it's pretty disgusting - I mean, I know
guys do have sex together for fun, but not in public
like this, with the other six of us watching!  And
five and eight were both married men, too - they were
always going on about how much they missed their
wives, and their kids.  What the fuck was happening
here, when two married guys went at it like rabbits,
whereas single guys like me were trying to hide their
embarrassment as they beat their own meat quietly?
Just then, though, Sarge began to shout and scream at
them furiously, telling them they were not to start be
having like fags, and that they were a disgrace to the
Service!

All three of them got to their feet and stood there
screaming at each other, five and eight saying that
they could do what they liked, and that Sarge should
mind his own business, as our owner had said they
could;  and Sarge saying that they were still
soldiers, and they they'd better do as he said!  Some
of the rest of us got up when it looked as if things
were getting nasty and pulled five and eight away from
Sarge, and I think they got the idea that most of us
didn't want that kind of behaviour in our cramped
cell.

The next night, though, things came to a bit of a head
- I reckon Steve had been watching the argument on the
CCTV, because after dinner he came in alone, without
Jon, and pulled a single "horse" in front of us.  We
were all standing there, wondering who he was going to
fuck, and he unlocked the  cage door and ordered Sarge
out.

Sarge walked proudly towards the horse, as if to say
he didn't care what Steve did to him, but Steve
stopped him and instead took a pair of cuffs, told
Sarge to put his hands behind his neck, and cuffed his
wrists to the "D" ring on Sarge's collar.  Sarge then
stood there and watched as Steve ordered eight out of
the cage, and this time the horse was to be used as
Steve guided eight over to it, and then shackled him
to the legs as we had all been.

We wondered what was going to happen as Steve took
some lube and spent some time greasing eight's hole
and stretching him, and, when he had finished, he went
over and began to rub the lube over Sarge's dick,
stroking him to a full erection.  I guess Sarge
recognised what was about to happen, as he shouted
"NO!  I won't!  You can't make me do this!  I'm not
going to fuck another guy - no way!  There's no way
you can  make me fuck one of my men....."

Steve just smiled, and said casually "Well, two, at
least you're interested:  if I'm not mistaken, that's
a pretty good wood you've thrown now.... Now, come on
over to eight....."

He grabbed Sarge by the balls and began to pull Sarge
over towards the horse, but after a couple of steps,
Sarge just stood there, and with his face contorted
with the pain he must have been feeling from Steve's
pressure on his balls, he muttered "No, no way.
That's far enough.  I won't go any further, even if
you tear my balls off....."

Steve stopped for  few seconds, and the mature man and
eighteen year old boy glared at each other, and we
could all tell that there was a real battle of wills
going on between them.  Then Steve said calmly "You're
a slave, two, remember that.  My slave.  A member of
this team of slaves.  And when one member of a team
disobeys, they're all guilty....."

With that Steve grabbed hold of his punishment cane
and really laid into poor eight as he thrashed around
totally helplessly on the horse.  He shouted,
screamed, and begged for the punishment to stop, but
Steve just carried on, until he'd done what looked
like thirty strokes before he stopped.  All of us were
clustering close, right up to the bars, and could see
the livid red marks all over eight's butt and thighs,
and hear the pitiful sobbing of the guy as he lay
there - he'd screamed so much whilst he'd been beaten
that he must have shouted himself hoarse as all that
came out was this pitiful noise now.

"So, two, you see what your defiance of me and your
refusal to obey my orders is doing to your companion?
Now, are you going to do as I commanded you, or are
you going to cause eight more pain?"

Sarge just stood there, shaking his head, perhaps more
in disbelief at what had just taken place, than in
defiance.  With a shrug, Steve raised his cane and
eight more strokes were made across eight's butt,
although there was a lot less screaming this time.

Dave looked at  Sarge again.  "I've pretty
comprehensively striped his butt, I'll need to move on
to his thighs exclusively....  Have you any idea of
how much more painful cane strokes to the thighs are
than those on the butt, even?  Or perhaps I should
turn him over, and stripe his belly, and the front of
his thighs, so that eight can discover what true pain
is.  Still, I don't suppose you care - it's not you
who's suffering, is it?"

"Please, sir, please don't punish eight!  It's me
who's disobeying...."

"You just don't understand, do you, two?  You're a
slave, you're all slaves, and I can do anything I like
with you.  And I think I could beat you to a raw pulp
and you might not obey me - so I'm inflicting your
punishment on eight.  You can stop this right now,
two....  And it's not as if eight would mind being
fucked, after all - from what I can see, he's probably
experienced....."

Steve raised his cane again, and Sarge shouted "No,
sir, please....."

As we all watched in fascination, Sarge took a step
towards eight as he lay there, and Steve lowered the
cane.  Sarge had gone limp during the punishment -
unlike most of us, as I noticed the other guys were,
like me, mostly hard, and Steve came up to him and
stroked him to a full erection again.

It was kind of erotic, I suppose - Steve "guided"
Sarge's dick up eight's ass, and then stood behind
Sarge, put his hands on Sarge's hips, and basically
pushed and pulled at Sarge to get him going!   Mind
you, after a few thrusts, Sarge seemed to get he idea
and began to pump away "naturally" - well, I suppose
it's not all that different from fucking a woman up
the backside, and perhaps Sarge had done that
sometimes.

Afterwards, when Sarge and eight were back in the
cage, Sarge looked kind of pathetic as he stood there
alone, as the rest of us clustered around eight to see
if we could help him with the terrible pain he was in
from the beating.   Then, all of a sudden, five threw
himself at Sarge and landed a punch right to the head,
causing him to reel back and collapse onto the floor.
Five threw himself down on top of Sarge, screaming
"You bastard!  Look at what happened to eight! It's
your fault - you fucked him anyway, and your stupid
pride made five suffer all those strokes...."

He carried on pummelling Sarge with his fists, and
Sarge, strangely, didn't seem to resist and just lay
there as if he knew he was guilty.  Me and some of the
other guys had to pull five off Sarge, and hold him
until he'd simmered down a bit.

None of us slept well that night - we were all
thinking about what we'd seen, of course.  But the
groans of eight were quite loud and went on for a lot
of the time, even though five was trying to comfort
him.  And I guess some of us, or at least me, were
worried that the fighting had been seen on the CCTV
and we'd all be punished the next day.

End Of Part Four