Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2006 05:34:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Someone Has To Do It part FIVE

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown        petebrownuk @ yahoo.com


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Part  5

I stood there by the wall, shackled by my ankle as I
had previously shackled so many blokes, and wondered
who they'd send.  I mean, I knew most of the other
trainers quite well.... And I mentally ran through
them, worrying about what their cocks were like.

When the door did open there was Rob, and I felt so
relieved!  I just knew that it must all be some sort
of joke, and that any minute now they'd all come in
laughing about how they'd fooled me.  After all, Rob
would never fuck me - we were mates, going back a long
way.

He looked even fitter and more handsome after his
holiday in Lanzerote - the deep tan he'd got really
suited him, and I went to go and shake his hand, only
to be cruelly pulled to a halt by the ankle shackle.
"Rob, thank Christ!  Come on, man, and let me out of
this thing.... And let me get some proper clothes
on...."

"Steve, do you remember what we tell servants about
how they should address free men?   I think it might
be a lot easier for us both, kind of make it more
'professional', if you called me sir...."

"Aw come on, Rob.  Joke's over.... Come and let me
free...."

"Steve, a servant calls a free man 'sir' or 'master'.
I do think you'd better try to comply with the rules.
It will make it a whole lot easier for you, you
know...."

"Rob..."

"Steve, look, I've tried to be nice.  But I can't have
you behaving like this.  Either you start treating me
with the proper respect a free man deserves, or I may
have to punish you."

I swallowed, hard.  Well, if he wanted to continue
this silly game, let him.  "Sir, then.  Please, sir,
can you undo this fucking shackle, sir, as it's making
me feel fucking dreadful having to stand here in these
ridiculous shorts talking to you, sir...."

"Steve, we don't allow servants to use profanities,
either.  You know that.  And if you do think those
shorts are ridiculous, remove them."

"Rob.... Sir.... I'm not going to strip naked in front
of you.... Sir...."

"Well actually you are, Steve.  The Boss has detailed
me to train you, and we all know what that means in
this room, don't we?  I can hardly fuck you through
those shorts, so you're going to have to lose them
sooner or later, and if you find them 'ridiculous', it
may as well be sooner!"

I began to get worried.  "You can't be serious.... I'm
your mate, Steve.  We've known each other for
ages...."

"There's a famous story, Steve, called 'You can't be
friends with a slave'.  Did you ever read it?  I
suppose that the author would call it 'You can't be
mates with a servant' if he was writing it today -
anyway, I'm sure you get the idea.  I'm afraid you've
crossed a line, Steve, the line between being a free
man and being an indentured servant.  And you've
managed to get yourself indentured or life, too.  So
I'm sorry, Steve, but we're not 'mates', and can't be.
 It just doesn't work for a free man to have a
friendship with an indentured servant - and it
especially doesn't work right here and now, when
you're the servant to be trained, and I'm the trainer
who's been given the task of doing it."

"Rob... Sir.... Please!  Help me!  It's so unfair,
that magistrate.... You know I want to work, I've
tried everything...."

"Steve, forget it!  It's over. Once you've been
indentured for life, there's no appeal.  Nothing that
can be done in law at all - think about it for a
minute,  how could there be?"

Rob's always been clever, as I think I've told you,
and he seemed to drop into his lecturing mode as he
sometimes did when he was trying to explain something
to me he thought ought to be obvious.  "Look, Steve,
you know the crime statistics are right down?"  When I
just shrugged, he went on "Well, they are, compared to
those we were experiencing at the start of the
century.  And the reason for that is that criminals
don't want to be indentured, and they especially don't
want to be indentured for life.  And part of the
reason for that is that they know that it doesn't
matter how many fancy lawyers they employ, there's no
escaping it:  you commit a crime, you get indentured,
and that's it.  No appeal, no endless re-trials, no
waiting around for it to happen, no early release....
It's so simple:   crime, sentence, punishment.  No
wasting endless money with lawyers going up to this
and that court, trying to get the government into the
Court Of Human Rights, even.  None of that.  Just
plain and simple - commit a crime, get an indenture.
No appeal."

He paused for breath, and continued "So you see,
there's no hope.  You've been sentenced - and rightly
so, from what I've heard - you know brawling in pubs
just isn't allowed these days.  And so now you're an
indentured servant, and there's no way out.  You'll be
an indentured servant until the day you die.  I'm
sorry, but there it is.  I can't spell it out any
simpler for you."

"But it was so unfair - I wasn't even able to tell
them what happened...."

"....because by that time you'd already blown it by
not listening to your solicitor's advice.  You were
guilty of brawling, clearly.   You should just have
taken the two years sentence, as she had advised you
to:  the courts hate defendants wasting their time,
you know.  But you just lost your temper, and of
course you couldn't tell them what happened - you were
already an indentured servant then, and servants have
no rights - and I mean no rights - so clearly you
couldn't address the court.  It's really all your own
fault, Steve."

I was shaking my head in disbelief.  Rob's way of
putting it seemed so clear, and yet at the same time
what had happened to me seemed to be so unjust.

"Anyway, whatever the merits of the case, it doesn't
matter.  You're a servant, a lifer, and there's no
changing it.  And you're here at the training centre
to be trained, as you're to be auctioned next week.
And the rules of the training centre say that all the
servants who come through here must be fully sexually
experienced.  You know that,  don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Steve, mind your manners!  That really does have to
be the last warning. I wouldn't be doing the right
thing by you by letting you get into sloppy habits
when talking to free men.   Anyway, there are no
'buts' in this - you're a servant, here for training,
and the training requires you to be fully sexually
experienced."

He stopped again and went on "Now we all suppose you
know about women - although all the time we knew each
other I rarely saw you with one, except for a few
one-night stands, and I don't suppose you really did
much more than a quick fuck.  But that doesn't really
matter, as a prime piece of manhood like you is going
to be bought by a man, and I doubt that you'll even
get the scent of a woman for many years.  We know, of
course,  that you know all about fucking men, as
you've demonstrated time and time again when you
worked here.  But the Boss doesn't think you know
anything at all about how to take cock, and how to
really pleasure another man by sucking him, or letting
him throat fuck you...."

I didn't like the way he was talking about "when we
knew each other", but I decided to try to bluff it
out, and also not to antagonise him.  So I smiled and
just said simply "Well, sir, I do.  I didn't get much
of a chance here, of course, but with the right guy, I
have taken just as good as I've given...."

"That's good then, Steve, so it's going to be easy for
both of us.  I'm sure I'm one of the 'right guys', and
so I'll just slip up your arse, so I can tell the Boss
he's got nothing to worry about, and then it will all
be done and dusted.  Quick, simple, easy,
professional."

"No.... Rob.... Sir.... Please don't..... I'm a
trainer, I use my cock...."

"No, Steve, you were a trainer, but you blew it with
that hot temper of yours.  Still, I sense you've been
telling me porkies*, haven't you?

I still decided to bluff it out.  "No.  I can take it
if I have to."

"You do that thing you always do when you're lying,
Steve.  You don't look me directly in the eye."  Rob's
voice turned harsh now "Turn around and face the
wall!"

"Why...?"

"Do as you're fucking well told, Steve!  You're a
servant, for fuck's sake, and servants do as they're
ordered."

I did as I was told, and felt so stupid standing there
looking at the blank wall right in front of me.  Rob
was doing something behind me then a leather collar
went around my neck.  "No, please...."

"Quiet, Steve!  I'm sorry about this, but I'm afraid I
can't trust you - you're a lot bigger and stronger
than me, so I'm afraid we're going to have to level up
the odds a little before we can proceed...."

As he said this, Rob grabbed my left wrist and started
to move it up my back. I knew what he was going to do
- to cuff me to the collar to restrain me, and so I
resisted.  Well, it's kind of natural, isn't it?  I
heard Rob give a big sigh, then the next minute I was
shouting with the pain, as he'd touched me with a
prod!

"I'm sorry, Steve, but I'm afraid you've got to
learn...."  As he said this, he got hold of my wrist
again and I resisted him again.  "Look, Steve, I don't
want to have to keep using the prod on you.  I only
used the ten per cent setting last time, but if you
keep on like this, I'm going to have to increase it.
Now, stop being stupid:  you know that these restraint
collars don't hurt you - you've used them on blokes in
here hundreds of times yourself, I'm certain.  Now,
stop being stupid.... You know that sooner or later
I'll win, as with the prod on full power I can
restrain you when you're right out of it!"

I was in despair, but I knew he was right.  So I let
him push first one arm and then the other up behind my
head, and buckle the leather straps closed that kept
my wrists tied to the collar.  Rob knelt down then and
undid the ankle shackle, and told me I could turn
around.

"I think we can dispense with these now, don't you?",
he said cheerily as he just yanked my shorts down so I
was naked in front of him.  "Now, come on, over to the
bed...."

"No.... Please.... Please sir, Rob...."

"I can see this is going to be difficult!", Rob
snapped.  "I was hoping we could have a nice
'professional' time, with you respecting me for what I
am going to do to you.  But it looks as if you're
going to be as bad as some of the other servants you
and I have trained.  Well, Steve, it's your own
fault... I think we'd better have you on the horse to
start with, instead."

"No...", I began, but Rob just reached down and did
what I'd occasionally done to blokes who were really
resistant before:  he grabbed my cock and used it as a
handle to pull me across the room!  You don't resist,
I can tell you - first, it's the shock of having
another bloke's hand gripping your cock, and then, if
you try and hold back, it's fucking painful as your
cock just isn't that flexible and won't stretch very
much.

Personally I hated using the horse as it's somehow so
impersonal.  When you're fucking a bloke on the bed,
even if he doesn't like it, it's kind of "normal". But
when he's absolutely incapable of resisting you on the
horse, it somehow makes it very impersonal.  Rob
didn't seem to mind, though, and half dragged me to
it, then. Still gripping my cock hard, knelt down and
did up the ankle shackles on the rear legs.  He let go
of my cock, put his hand in the small of my back and
muttered "Bend over, Steve, and let's get you nice and
comfortable on the body of it", and when I just stood
there, looking at the black leather pad in front of me
on which I was expected to lie, he slapped me hard a
couple of times on the bum, just as I had done to
other blokes in the past, as a reminder of who was in
control.

Once I was lying there, the leather feeling clammy on
my sweating torso and belly, Rob pulled one of the
body straps up and around me and cinched it tight, and
there I was.

I felt his hot hands on my bum pulling me apart then,
and he scratched at my pucker, causing me to try to
move, to try to escape.  "Oh Steve, I do think I'm in
for a treat....  If you ask me, I'm going to be the
first.... Either you haven't had a bloke up here
before, or it's been a very long time....  Which is
it, Steve?"

I didn't reply, and Rob laughed, and slapped my bum
again.  "Oh Steve, you are strange.  What's the harm
in admitting you haven't taken cock before?  Still,
I'll be gentle with you the first time...  Now...."

I felt his hands between my parted thighs as he
reached under me and pulled my cock backwards, then
started to stroke it.  I sprang an erection, and he
carried on wanking me, and the bastard was carrying on
some sort of commentary.  "Oh Steve, this is a really
nice cock - I never saw it properly before as you were
always so shy with it... And I can't imagine why, as
you've got nothing to be ashamed of!  But when we
showered after work you never went hard... Not like
this.... And it used to amuse me the way you used to
turn around before you washed your cock.... So I've
never seen this lovely head before, under all that
'skin...."

Look, it's odd, isn't it?  When another bloke starts
to wank you it's either completely unsexual and he can
go on and on for ages and ages and you never cum.  Or
else it's somehow a real turn-on, and he only has to
stroke you a bit before you start to feel yourself
shooting.  I'm not saying that having Rob "milk" me
like this was a turn-on, but for whatever reason I
could feel myself beginning that wonderful action as
your balls start to contract, and I just couldn't help
myself, I moaned "Yes...."

Rob must have taken that to mean that I was enjoying
it, as he briskly increased the pace of things, and
then I shot - really shot!  I shouted out in
excitement, and as Rob carried on wanking me my cries
turned to those excited ones of pure pleasure mixed in
with pain, as my cock is so sensitive at those times.


"Wow, Steve - I've milked some men in here in my time,
but this is one of the biggest loads I've ever seen!
Just as well, though, as we'll probably need a lot of
lube..."

I knew what was going to come next, of course, as I'd
done this whole thing myself, but it still was a bit
of a surprise when Rob's hands spread my bum apart
again and his finger, now slimed with my cum, started
to push and tease gently at my arsehole.

Look, I don't have to describe the whole sordid
business to you of getting a bloke ready for fucking -
one finger, then two, then the stretching, then a
third, then the stretching again.  It's not so much
painful, is it, as kind of exciting? And at the same
time disturbing?  I know I couldn't help moaning with
pleasure and sometimes crying out if Rob was too
harsh, in the same way that I'd heard blokes so many
times before myself.  He actually came around to the
front of the horse, though, so I could watch him lower
his uniform shorts to the ground, and then dip his
cock into the little paper cup of my cum that he'd
collected.

It's a shock, of course, feeling a hot cock pushing a
you for entry for the first time, and Rob did all the
right things, reminding me not to resists as it would
be worse for me, and advising me to pretend I was
about to crap and actually push out, so that my
sphincter relaxed.  And so apart from the complete
humiliation and degradation of having a cock forced up
your arse, I suppose it wasn't all that bad.
Strangely, having Rob's thighs right up against my bum
wasn't even too bad as he stood there buried in me -
I'd always liked that sensation myself, and now
feeling it "from the other side", so to speak, wasn't
all that bad.  And, of course, as he started to really
fuck me, I just couldn't help moaning and crying as so
many others had done before me - well, I mean, it is
kind of exciting, isn't it?

I suppose Rob was trying to be nice about it when,
once he'd cum, he bent forward right over me and
rubbed his sweaty chest all over my back, and crooned
"That was good, Steve... Now, that wasn't so bad, was
it?  Come on, Steve, admit it, you enjoyed that,
didn't you...?"

I just lay there.  There was  no way I was going to
give the bastard the satisfaction of talking to him,
not after he'd fucked me.  He pulled out of me, and
kind of shaking his head in sorrow, walked across the
room to wash his cock at the sink.  Actually, he
hasn't got a bad body - he's pretty average but
there's no fat there, as he always said that his wife,
Julie, liked a man with an "athletic" appearance and
that if he started to put on weight, she'd make him
diet and exercise more.  He came back over to me and
pulled on his shirt and buttoned it, then picked up
his shorts and put them back on.

"I'm having an early lunch today, Steve, but we'll do
some more work this afternoon.  Now, do you want to
stay there on the horse all that time, or would you be
more comfortable on the bed?"

I just lay there, determined not to give him the
satisfaction of speaking to him.

Rob glared at me. "This won't do, Steve!  This kind of
dumb defiance of me.  I'm trying to be nice to you,
trying to make it as easy as possible for you - that
was a pretty good first fuck, I'm sure you'll agree:
not at all painful.... I went out of my way to make it
easy for you.  Now  I can leave you on the horse,
immobile, like that.  Or you can lie on the bed with
just an ankle shackle holding you there, which is
probably more comfortable... Which is it to be?"

I stayed silent.  Fuck him - it wasn't being "nice" to
rape a bloke like me.  I saw Rob shake his head, as
much in pity as in anger.  "Look, Steve, I'm sorry
about this.... But it's in your own interests...
You've got to learn that you're always polite to a
free man, and always answer him respectfully.  I've
tried doing it the gentle way, but you're so fucking
stubborn that you've got to be really taught about
what happens to lifers if they persist in dumb
insolence.   You need to be punished, I'm afraid,
Steve.... I don't like doing this to an old mate, but
someone has to do it..."

As he was speaking, Rob went to the wall cabinet that
there is in all the training rooms and pulled out the
training cane - they're specially designed to cause
the maximum suffering, being long, thin, and very
flexible, whilst not inflicting permanent damage by
being so heavy that they tear the underlying tissues.
He flexed it once or twice in his hands, as I started
to say "No, please..." Then there was the swishing
sound in the air, and the next instant my world
exploded into pain and I heard myself screaming.  It's
agony when it strikes your bum -  hot, angry pain
sears through you, and this almost immediately gives
way to a long, slow-burning ache that just consumes
your thoughts.... Until the next blow lands.

Rob had always said that he was a bit of a master of
the cane, and he only needed to give me four strokes
before I was reduced to a shouting, weeping, crying
mass.  He stopped then, and I felt his hands running
over my bum.  "I'm sorry about that, Steve, but you've
got to learn.  And I always find that the cane is very
good at reinforcing the lessons you need to learn here
if you're going to have a relatively easy life as an
indentured servant....  Now, let's try again, shall
we?"

He paused, and went on "Do you want to lie strapped on
the horse, or lie on the bed?"

"The bed, fuck you!"

Slowly and deliberately he gave me two more strokes,
then stopped and said simply "The horse, or the bed?"

I knew there was no point I holding out as Rob could
carry on hitting me like this until my body was just a
pulp.  So I muttered "The bed, please, sir", I
croaked, choking back the racking sobs that were
actually hurting my throat.

"Look, Steve, I know you must think it's cruel, but I
expect you've been there yourself sometimes when a
bloke's just so stupid that he can't realise that he'd
better learn and obey.  Someone has to do it, someone
has to get you to understand your new role in life.
Now, come on...."

He undid the straps holding me down, then said
cheerfully,  almost,  that he expected I'd prefer to
lie on my belly as my bum must be really sore, he led
me over to the bed (I hardly had the will to resist),
and I lay down.  A quick snap of the manacle from the
bed frame around my ankle, and Rob said "Now, lie
there an think about it, Steve.  We'll continue the
training this afternoon, but let's try and do it
without all these quite unnecessary theatrical
touches, shall we?"

He turned and went out, and I lay there for a bit.
Then I kind of shuffled around, wincing with the pain,
so I could look at myself in the big mirror above the
bed.  I guess what he was always bragging about was
actually true:  Rob did seem to know what he was about
when he was using a cane, as the livid red stripes
across my bum were perfectly evenly spaced, each
almost exactly an inch apart!  I rubbed at them
gingerly, feeling the heat radiating from them and
hating the way they made raised ridges across my skin.


I suppose it had never occurred to me before, but when
I used to go off to lunch with Rob and left the
servant there in the training room, he might have been
hungry too!  Well I was now, but I knew it was
pointless to bother about it as servants were only fed
twice a day - in the morning, and the evening, and we
never gave them lunch.  So I just lay there miserable
and in pain until Rob got back, and he looked at me
almost pityingly.

"I'm sorry, Steve, but the Boss came up to see me at
lunchtime and said they're going to send you off to
auction tomorrow, instead of next week, as they're
really short of 'lifers' and the auction house likes a
certain minimum number each time they have a big meet.
 So I've been told to do as much as  I can this
afternoon, which is all the time that's left."

"Well, that suits me!"

"Steve, I've had to cane you this morning, and I don't
want to have to do it again.  Next time it would have
to be on your belly, or your thighs, or across the
shoulders, as your bum's pretty well striped.  Quite
apart from the fact that it will really hurt you in
any of those places, there's the fact that you are to
be auctioned tomorrow:  and what do you think
prospective purchasers would think of you, if you're
covered in cane marks?  You're going to have to hope
that the stripes you've got will go down a bit
anyway."

"I should care!"

"You should, Steve.  Look, think about it, will you?
Even though you didn't get a proper education, you're
not stupid - I know that!  You want an owner to pay a
lot for your indenture contract as they'll then take
care of you - if they get you cheap, they'll think
you're not worth much and when you're sick, or have
toothache, or something, they won't want to pay the
bills to get you well.  So you'd better start getting
wise to the position you find yourself in, Steve!"

Of course I remembered having just these conversations
with the men I'd been training, but somehow it had
never struck home before.  But Rob went on "So no more
sullenness, keep a respectful tongue in your mouth,
and I won't have to cane you again.  So let's try it.
Do you understand?"

In spite of myself, almost, I muttered "Yes, sir."

"Good!  Now, I guess your bum's pretty sore from the
caning, so we'll do the next bit with you on your
belly still.  Wriggle to the end of the bed and put
your feet on the floor...."

Reluctantly, I did as I was told, and Rob went to the
cupboard and came back with a huge black dildo - one
of the standard ones we keep in the room.  "Sorry
about this, mate, but, as I said, the Boss said I've
got to move it along.  And there's a limit to how man
times I can fuck you in one day.... So we're going to
have to rely on artificial aids, I'm afraid....."

Well, those of you who've been reamed out by a big
dildo, especially one used with such vigour and
enthusiasm as Rob showed that afternoon, will know
just what it's like!  I'm sure he deliberately chose
one that was oversize, and then he kept a firm grip on
the handle as he repeatedly thrust it in and out of
me.  I tried shouting, I tried screaming, I tried
pleading with Rob, but he just sat there on the edge
of the bed next to me, ramming the dildo up and down
in my arsehole.   I was totally exhausted, and ended
up just lying there, sore, in pain, and feeling
totally degraded that he could do this to me.

When he stopped, he ran his hand lightly along my
back, as if he wanted to wipe away the sweat that was
covering me.  "OK, Steve, that was pretty gross, I
know.  But if you can take that, you can take any cock
that an owner wants you to - that ought to give you
confidence that you can 'cope' in almost any
circumstances...."

I just lay there silently, and Rob sounded peeved.
"Steve, you don't get it, do you?  I've done my best
to help you here, and you should at least say 'thank
you, sir'. But no, you lie there as if I've done
something terrible to you, rather than to try to help
you get to grip with your new life.  Still, it's
almost time for my shift to end, so I think we'd
better give it one last shot...."

Rob certainly did things differently to me!  I've told
you that when I fucked a guy on his back I relied on
my strength and power to push his legs open and back,
but Rob didn't do this - he preferred to use ropes
from the bed head to leather cuffs that fastened
snugly around my ankles to do this.  I lay there with
my head rammed up against the bed head so there was
nowhere else to go, my legs spread so wide that I
thought I might tear in half, and my body really
curled up as my feet were almost on level with my
head!  I felt like some sort of trussed-up turkey,
with my arsehole totally exposed and waiting for
whatever Rob chose to do, and I couldn't help thinking
how that guy must have felt only a few days before as
he waited for me to start in on him.

Rob almost poured the remains of my cum from the paper
cup into my exposed hole, then stood over me,
balancing on the bed, as he needed to plunge his cock
down vertically!  And although it didn't hurt all that
much as that dildo must have done it job and opened me
up a bit, I hated to be there so completely powerless
as this man fucked me.  When he'd finished, though, he
let me legs go almost immediately as he could see it
wasn't all that comfortable to be curled up, then
threw himself down on to me.  I ought to have wrapped
my legs around him and crushed the breath out of him,
but, actually, it felt kind of sensual to have his
sweaty body on top of mine, and to feel his cock
rubbing against mine, as we lay there.

"Wow, Steve - you know, I've always wanted to fuck
you, and I knew I'd never get the chance as you were
always acting the macho straight guy."

"Rob... Sir.... You're married, you've got kids...."

"Sure, so what?  You really are so stupid, to think
that men don't want sex just because they're married.
It was such a waste, really - we could have had some
fun times together, and I've had to wait until now to
finally experience you.  Think of all those times
after work when we could have gone out for a drink and
then we could just have enjoyed each other before I
went home."

Was that true?  I didn't think so.  I mean, I never
fancied Rob.  I liked him, of course - we were mates.
But I didn't fancy him, I certainly didn't want to
have sex with him!  I only did all this fucking of
blokes stuff because I needed a job, and this was the
only one I could get.  It sounded to me as if Rob did
it because he liked it.  So I said "You like fucking
blokes then, do you sir?  What does your wife think
about it?"

"Steve, as I always told you, she likes me to have a
job, as it keeps me out of mischief.  And she'd rather
I did something useful like this, something that keeps
me fit and healthy.... She wouldn't like it if I
fucked other women, of course... But men, well, that's
different.  I think most women know that men like to
fuck around, and doing it with each other avoids all
those messy 'love' affairs - it's just good, clean
fun...."

"Rob...  Sir... That can't be true.  I don't believe
it...."

"Well, it doesn't matter, does it, Steve?  Servants
need training, and someone has to do it!  It may as
well be blokes who enjoy it as well."

I was pretty pissed off with Rob, of course - but what
was I supposed to do?  I lay there, his weight
pressing down on me, and I know I turned my head to
the side as I didn't want to have to look at him.  I
just lay there in silence then until he pulled out of
me and walked over to wash his cock.  He stood looking
down at me as I lay there, and I could see him
examining my body thoughtfully.

"You know, Steve, you really are in superb shape for a
guy of your age.... You're thirty, aren't you?"

"Thirty three".

His hand shot out and slapped down really hard on my
belly.  It sounded like a pistol shot in the room, and
my body curled up as I yelped with the shock and pain.
  "I'm getting tired of reminding you, Steve.... Try
again!"

"Thirty three, SIR."

"It's funny, isn't it?  I'm two years older than you,
and yet our lives have been so different:  I'm
married, kids, my wife's rich, we've got a big house,
servants.... And you're nothing.  Just a 'lifer'. I
wonder where you went wrong, Steve?"

I felt like saying "I served my country.  I joined the
marines.  I wanted to keep bastards like you safe from
terrorists and people".  But what was the point."

"Ah well, if you're going to go all sullen on me I
might as well take you back to the accommodation
block.  I think we've done all I can for you..... And
maybe when you've had a night with that striped butt
and sore arse, you'll wake up with a different
attitude tomorrow."

I stood up, feeling ridiculous standing there in front
of him with my hands cuffed helplessly behind my head.
 Rob had finished dressing and now took his prod out.


"Right, Steve.  Now I'm going to uncuff you - but  I
warn you, the prod's set to maximum, so don't do
anything stupid - I'd hate to have to really hurt
you."

I could feel Rob's cum trickling out of my arse and
sliding down the inside of my thighs as I stood there,
and it was so fucking degrading.  But he did let me
pick up and put on my shorts, even though they then
went all clammy around the crotch as his juice
continued to ooze out of me.  Still, I suppose that
was better than having to walk around the place
totally naked.

We got to where  I was to be caged for the night and
rob looked at me almost pityingly.  "I guess this is
goodbye, Steve.  Look, mate, it was nice knowing you,
nice having you as a work-mate and everything, and
it's a pity, really, we never took it further.  I
think you'd have got to like having me fuck you.
Still, there it is.... Now, remember what I've told
you:   be respectful, be cheerful, and you're less
likely to get punished."

"There's no way you'd ever have got to fuck me,
Rob.... Sir.  I didn't take cock, and I still don't -
not unless I'm raped..."

"Oh Steve, stop being so melodramatic!  It's not rape,
it's just training stupid, stubborn blokes like you to
take cock.  Most men would enjoy having you or me fuck
them.... "

"It's not right, sir...."

"Steve, I'm not going to discuss this.  'Lifers' need
training, and someone has to do it!"

He turned and walked away then, leaving me inside a
cage - well, more like a cell actually, with a narrow
bunk and a wall made of bars at the front. The
servants who did all the chores in the accommodation
block were really nice to me - when I'd been a trainer
I'd always treated them well, not like some of the
others, and it just goes to show you that you never
know when something like that is going to pay off.  It
wasn't much more than a "good morning" and "how goes
it?" and stuff like that, but they evidently
remembered me, and now, seeing the angry red welts on
my bum they fetched some soothing salve - although
they wanted to rub it in themselves, dirty buggers!

I lay there that night wondering what was going to
happen to me,  I felt sick at the thought of having to
take men's cocks.  And what would happen if someone
bought my indenture who was in to having his servant
sucking his cock?  I couldn't bear the thought of
having to do that totally intimate thing for another
guy.

End Of Part Five
* For my non-UK readers..... Porkies - short for Pork
Pies - rhyming slang for "lies".