Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2003 16:55:49 -0700 (PDT) From: t baron <hgo469@yahoo.com> Subject: Motorhome Slaveboy 09 Motorhome Slaveboy 09 (c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com All Rights Reserved ******************************************** WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories that depict sex between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or nonconsensual sex or live in a jurisdiction where reading or possessing such materials is illegal - exit now. This story is fiction; it is set in a parallel universe where the names are the same, but the rules of conduct are not - any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance. If you like this and want to hear more let me know - questions and constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored. ******************************************** Chapter 9 The Place in the Mountains We got an early start the next morning and it was getting close to sunset when I turned off onto the gravel road that didn't even look wide enough for my coach. It has been a long day of driving, but I didn't want to spend another night in public - I had picked up a newspaper the previous morning and found an article about a Tulsa church where they were trying to find out just what happened to some of the parishioners children. There were also some questions about just where all of the pastor's children had gone and he wasn't being too forthright with his answers. This was not a good time to have someone asking questions about us in an RV Park. Earlier in the day, I had brought Arnie and Kent up to my coach while leaving David in the cage next to his brothers. All three of them were gagged so they could only look at each other and worry about what was going to happen next - worry has always been on of my favorite tortures - it can do more to someone in a few hours than I could do in weeks. "Where does this road go?" Arnie asked. "Are you sure you can get this thing through here?" I smiled at him and said, "I've been here enough times that I know I can make it - there have been lots of trucks bigger than this up this road in the past." I saw a look of disbelief in his eyes, but said no more. The road wound through the mountains for a couple of miles until we came to a wrought iron gate and an eight foot high fence. I pressed a button on the dashboard, the gate slowly rolled open allowing both coached to pass, and then it rolled closed again. "Where does the electricity come from way out here," Arnie asked. "Solar power, that's one thing that there is plenty of around here most of the time," I replied as we continued up the road about another half mile until we reached what appeared to be a small cabin pressed up against a cliff. "Are we all going to stay in that little cabin?" Arnie asked, a bit concerned. "It's quite a bit larger than it looks," I said as I parked the coach under a wooden sunshade that was large enough to allow Willy to park beside me with some room left over. I led all three boys outside; it was still rather warm even though the sun would set in the next half hour or so. Willy and Tim joined us leading the other three slaves who were still gagged with their hands locked behind them. I turned to David, "I'm going to release you, you are to ungag your brothers - if they cause any problems you will be punished as well, is that understood?" David nodded his head and I motioned for Willy to release him. David worked his arms around in a circle, trying to restore circulation and work out any muscle kinks that had developed because of his being held immobile for such a long period of time. "Master, may I release their hands as well, they have been bound like that for quite some time now?" "Okay, but remember, you are responsible for anything they do." David released the bondage on his brothers, softly warning them that they all would be punished if any of them did anything that I considered incorrect. Now was the time for a second edition of my little welcoming speech. "Okay slaves," I said, "this is going to be your home for some time to come. We are literally out in the middle of nowhere - the nearest neighbor is well over twenty miles away. This entire property is surrounded with an eight foot tall, chain link fence that I can electrify if I so desire." The five new boys looked around them, seeing nothing but mountains and the small cabin. I could see that they were wondering who we were all going to live in that little place. "That cabin is a lot bigger than it looks - it is just the entry to a much larger complex that is carved into the cliff. There is plenty of room of all of us. Right now you are scared boys, when you next leave here you are going to be trained slaves - this can be done two ways. "Number one: You can cooperate completely, accept the things that will happen to you as something over which you have no control and just learn to live with them, or, "Number two: You can resist - all of the same things will happen only they will be done against your will and in the most painful fashion I can think of. "I really don't care how this is done. After you have been trained I will decide what I'm going to do with you - I might keep you or I might sell you to someone else - you will have no say about any of it; however, if you don't cause problems there is a much better chance that I'll decide to keep you myself." Next, I turned to Willy, Tim and Kent. "You will address these three as 'Sir' at all times - any instructions they give you must be obeyed just as if they came from me personally. They have the authority to us and abuse you in any manner they may desire and to punish you if you don't live up to their expectations." I could see all of the boys looking at each other, worried about what would happen next. "A few words of warning - the only source of water anywhere around here is right here - if you decide to try running away you are going to get awful thirsty and even if you do manage to get over the fence there isn't any water out there either." I nodded to Willy, "You've been here before, do you remember where the irons are kept?" He nodded. "Okay, get enough leg irons for all our trainees." Willy entered the cabin while I turned to the others, "Okay, I'm going to allow each of you to ask a couple of questions - I may answer them, I may not - regardless, this is the last time that questions will be allowed, period." I pointed to Arnie. "Questions?" "Uh, Master, Master Royce said he was only going to hold me as a slave for a couple of weeks for trying to take something from him, can't you just let me go - I promise I'll never say anything about anything to anyone." "I thought I had explained this to you once before - I traded another slave for you - there weren't any restrictions on the trade and if I were to let you go I would be out a slave. Now that wouldn't be a very good deal would it?" "B-but-" "When you came to me all I was given was a naked slaveboy - you don't have any clothing so even if I were willing to set you free how would you get by? Don't you think there just might be a few questions asked about a naked boy walking the streets of town?" "But you gave me pants and a T-shirt to wear before-" "No, I loaned you clothing, I didn't give any to you. Now, I suggest that you just thank your lucky stars that you are with me and not still with Master Royce. It is my understanding that he castrates most of his slaves before he sells them overseas where once they aren't young and cute any more they are put to work in various mines and such where they spend the rest of their lives at extremely hard labor, seven days a week." Arnie stood there thinking about what I had just said. "But slavery like that is illegal everywhere, I learned that in school." "I agree, it is illegal, but it still happens all the time. If you would like I'll put in a call for Master Royce and you can argue this with him." Defeated Arnie hung his head and mumbled something. "Slave, what did you say?" I shouted at him, startling all five of the new boys - it was the first time I had really shouted at anyone. "I was just saying that I guessed I was better off staying here with you than to have you send me back to Master Royce." "Okay than, remember that, and in the future you will address me as Master - is that understood?" "Yes, Master," he said resigned to his new station in life. "That goes for the rest of you as well - I am your Master, I own you. I can do with you whatever I want, you have NO say in the matter. Likewise, you are not to even touch yourself erotically except with permission - anyone who is caught doing anything sexual without permission will be punished. "And that reminds me - I still haven't taken care of David's punishment yet. Kent, get me that list David gave me out of the coach - let's see if he was severe enough on himself." At that moment, Willy arrived with a large wooden box. "Put those things over by the workbench," I told him and then turned back to my five new slaves. "Any more questions?" They were silent, all standing there looking at the ground. "Okay slaves, everyone in a line and let's go over and see what Willy has in that box. David, you are first." The naked boys lined up behind David and we joined Willy at the workbench. At one end, there was a raised chair much like a shoeshine stand only instead of just shoe stands there was a small anvil right where someone seated in the chair would hang his feet. "David, you're first, up in the chair." Trembling he climbed into the chair. I pulled out a set of steel leg irons and clamped them around his ankles. The chain between the two cuffs was eighteen inches long, enough to allow him to walk, but with shortened steps and not enough that he could run under any conditions. I placed a iron rivet through the lock hole and hammered it flat, first on one side and then on the other. Willy helped him get down and prodded Arnie to take his place. In short order each of the five naked slaves was fitted with leg irons that couldn't be removed without tools. I didn't really think that any of them were going to try to escape, but this was just a bit of insurance and it built the idea that they were slaves in their minds just that much more. I led David over to two posts that were set about five feet apart. I told him to spread his legs as far as he could and then reach out toward the rings that were set in the posts about six feet off the ground. Using chains and cuffs that Willy brought over to me I fastened him between the posts, stretched out as far as he could stretch. After making sure that he was secure, I led the remainder of the boys into the cabin. * * * * * The inside of the cabin was a single room, much larger than it appeared from the outside - there were cabinets along one of the walls and a series of steel doors at the back. The floor and all the walls were of concrete and it was much cooler than it was outside. I led my chained slaves to the back of the room where I opened one of the doors revealing a cellblock much like you would see in a prison movie - there was a row of cells along one wall, each with three solid concrete walls and a barred front with a sliding door. I directed one boy into each of the first four cells and slid the doors shut with a loud, metal-to-metal clang. "Enjoy it - this is your new home. If you behave you will earn things like a mattress, blankets, food and water. If you don't, you get nothing!" "Master, what about our brother," one of the twins asked. "He is to be punished, he will be spending the next few hours right where he is. Some of his punishment will be private; other parts will be on display for everyone to see. Remember, you are slaves, my slaves; you have no rights and aren't allowed to ask questions without permission." I returned to the main room, closing the door to the cell block. Willy, Tim and Kent were still standing where I had left them. "May I ask a question?" Kent asked uncertainly. "Okay." "How did you build this place, I've never seen anything like it - from the outside it looks so small." I laughed a little, "I didn't build it myself, I bought it from the government - this was a 'Nike' missile site back fifty years ago. There are still several empty underground missile launch silos over behind the next hill. The small cabin was to hide the much larger underground control rooms and living quarters carved into this cliff." I pointed to the other doors. "Over there are living quarters for ten people, including bedrooms, a small gym [now my playroom], living rooms and a huge kitchen. This area was sort of an office/reception room and the room where the cells are was one of three store rooms." I led the way to one of the other doors. "Follow me, I'll show you guys where you'll be staying while you're here." I opened the door into a long, wide hallway and turned on the lights. "The doors along the left each lead into a small bedroom, each pair has a shared bathroom that connects them together. The doors on the right are the common rooms including the kitchen." I opened the first door on the left. "This is where the three of you will be staying while you're here." The room was bare except for three mattresses on the floor. "Since you are going to assist me in training the other slaves I don't plan to keep you in cages and bondage all the time; however, if you screw up I assure you that I have plenty of cells for you as well." All three boys nodded. "I don't care if you decide to pleasure each other; however, you are NOT to cum without me permission. Any evidence to the contrary will result in punishment and if I'm not able to determine who came I'll just have to punish everyone." I gave them a wicked grin that was intended to make sure they understood that I wasn't kidding. "Follow me," I said as I opened the second door on the left. "This is the equipment room, in here is where all of the leather harnesses and such are kept. Since you are the trainers you will be expected to wear leather full body harnesses whenever you are working with the trainees." I opened a large cabinet and instructed Willy to fit himself and the others and then rejoin me outside where David was standing. The sun was setting and the long shadows had covered the spot where David was sagging against the chains that held him upright between the two posts. He attempted to stand a bit straighter when he saw me coming. "Master, please, this is extremely uncomfortable standing here," he said. "I do please, you are in this position for misbehavior, now you have to pay the price." "Its getting awfully cool standing here naked." "Oh, I have something for that," I said revealing a large leather strap that I had been holding behind my back. "I'm sure this will warm you up." David trembled and it wasn't just from the temperature. At that moment the three trainers came out into the open compound dressed in nothing but black leather body harnesses that showed off their well built bodies without hiding anything. "Okay Willy, take this strap and give our prisoner ten of your best directly on the buttocks. Slave, you will count them off, loud and clear, thanking him for each stroke and asking him for more. If I can't hear your count or you lose count, we will have to start over. Is that understood?" "Y-y-yes Master," David in a scared, little boy's voice. "Begin." Willy took up a position behind the helpless slaveboy and then took a couple of practice swings. Since he couldn't see what was happening behind him, David tensed as he heard the strap swing through the air relaxing slightly when it became obvious that he wasn't going to be touched on that swing. Realizing what David was doing, Willy took a couple more practice swings until David didn't tense up when he heard the strap passing through the air and then he landed an extremely well aimed stroke directly across David's exposed ass cheeks. WHACK! David cried out with surprise and pain, and then he remembered his instructions and said, "One - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" Willy took a couple more air swings before landing another perfectly aimed stroke right on top of the first. WHACK! From between gritted teeth David said, "Two - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" Now Willy really got into the action and several strokes fell in quick succession with barely enough time between for the count. WHACK! "Three - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" WHACK! "Four - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" WHACK! "Five - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" WHACK! "Six - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" WHACK! "Seven - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" WHACK! "Eight - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" WHACK! "Nine - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" Willy paused a moment, looking at David's bright red ass and listening to the helpless slaveboy as he sobbed from the pain of his beating, and then he folded the strap in half, shortening it as he held both ends in his one hand. After taking a careful stance he let go with a mighty swing, landing the shortened strap directly on the ass crack right over the anal pucker. WHACK! David collapsed against his bonds, sobs wracking his abused body as he tried to get out the count. "The - thank you Sir, may I please have another?" "That's enough for now, Willy," I said. Willy returned to my side and handed me the strap. "Take him down and bring him inside - I have a place for him to spend the night." The three boys released David from the whipping posts and carried him inside behind me. I led them directly into my playroom where David was stood up against an 'X' frame and tied spread-eagled. I pulled out a set of tit clips that were connected together by a short length of chain. After I had fastened one to each of his nipples, I hung a weight from the middle of the chain so that it pulled down on both tits evenly. Next, I wrapped a ball-stretcher around his nut-sac and hung a pail from the clip, pulling his nuts down still further. "I want one of you to be awake in here with him all night. There is a time chime that rings periodically - every time it does, I want you to attach another of this weights to the chain between his nipples and drop two of these lead weights into the bucket. If you need to piss, do that into the bucket as well. If he starts to make too much noise, gag him." David had heard these instructions but didn't say anything from fear that I might make things even worse. I looked up at him, "Yes, I did read your suggestions for punishment and I'm following them with just a few minor modifications." I gave him an evil leer and left the room to get some sleep. Tomorrow morning the real slave training for everyone was going to start and I wanted to be fully rested to enjoy it. To be continued... AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this has been so long in coming - work has to take precedence over other things. I hope that I'll be able to get the next couple of chapters out a bit faster. To all who have written and had their mail sent back, please try again. My mailbox has been filled to overflowing with e-mails with huge, virus filled attachments that I haven't opened, but still end up filling it so that genuine e-mail can't get through. I hope that the FOOLS who are filling the Internet with this shit will grow up and give it a rest so that the remainder of the human race can get back to business.