Date: Thu, 11 Nov 2010 08:29:19 -0700
From: Brian Suddards <suddar40@telus.net>
Subject: White Slave 25

Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All persons depicted are just names, all
actions are fiction. It deals with sex between consenting and non
consenting males. Any person under 18 should leave as well as any person
who lives in a State or Province where reading such stories is illegal.

Chapter 25

Thirty minutes in the chair? Most of the boys that had been punished in the
chair were put in for only ten or fifteen minutes. My Master was going to
give me thirty minutes. To top even that, I had to watch as the black boys
were castrated. Well at least it wasn't Samson, Justine or Papa.

"Set up your chair for before lunch tomorrow Colonel. After you are done,
he can be left in the Instructors barracks until the following morning. Day
after tomorrow the Black Instructors will take over training. I want Jay
there to assist in the take over. I am sure some of our white instructors
are not going to take to kindly to the fact that they are just going to be
ordinary slaves from now on."

"Yes Sir."

"Confine him to cells until tomorrow as well."

"Yes Commander."

It almost sounded to me like they had planned everything before hand. As
soon as my Master said to confine me, two of his guards came in. They
ripped my clothes off and then cuffed me. I was dragged out and taken to
the cell block and tossed, still cuffed into a cell. I was just left alone.
A test of loyalty was one thing, but getting 30 minutes in the chair and
then 20 hours confined to the Instructors barracks along with waiting in
cells for it all to happen was to me more than what I had expected. My
Master, was really pissed at me. I hope he didn't take it out on any of my
boys while I was away for the next two days.

I wasn't left alone in the cells long. Very soon after I was dropped in the
cell, two soldiers came into the cell. While I was forced to suck one of
them the other plowed my ass. Then they just switched. This was not exactly
punishment as far as I was concerned. I loved to get a black cock in my ass
or mouth. It was almost a continuous procession of guys coming in to be
serviced. Very late the Colonel came in and uncuffed me. He brought along a
few beers and some food.

"Sorry about this boy, but you kind of pissed off the Commander."

"If I had picked on of my boys to join the other blacks, would he have
actually used them?"

"No, it was all a set up."

"I'm sorry I made my Master mad at me, but I just couldn't choose."

"He knew you probably couldn't choose, and I don't think you can really
call this punishment. I know how much you enjoy servicing black men. The
Chair tomorrow, probably will be as bad as you think or worse. I know he
has something in mind, but I don't know what it is. Spending 20 hours in
the Instructors barracks might leave you a little sore, but don't forget
Thomas is there also."

We sat and talked about several things, while I finished off my food and
beer.

"Done?" He asked.

I smiled, I figured I was finally going to get a chance with the Colonel.

"Yes Sir."

He grabbed me and pulled from the cell. He led me down the cell block to
another room. He just opened the door and pushed me and locked the door.

"Hi love." I turned and immediately was pulled into Simon's arms.

Not even waiting for me to say a word, he just picked me up and carried me
over and laid me on the bed in the cell. I watched as he quickly
undressed. This was definitely not punishment. In no time we were in a lip
lock and soon after that Simon entered me. God I loved it all. This was how
I wanted to go if I ever had to die, with my love plowing my ass in long
slow strokes. I just closed my eyes and totally enjoyed his slow
ministrations to my ass. Even after filling me with his hot sperm if just
continued. Finally after cumming a second time he collapsed on top of me.

"God love your so hot inside." He moaned.

He slowly slipped out of me and we turned into a 69 position and just
enjoyed each other. Sleep came easy with his wonderful cock in my mouth and
the sweet aroma of his sweat and musk in my nose.

I thought in the morning it must have been a dream. I was roughly wakened
by a guard, forced to suck him off and then led to a shower room. After a
real good hot shower, was given clean shorts and a t-shirt, but no shoes
and then escorted up to the guard room office. They fed me breakfast. After
breakfast I was escorted to the hospital. They left me with the Doctor.

"Morning Jay, understand you have been pissing off the Commander again."
"Yes Sir."

He handed me a white smock and mask. He then led me to a wash rack outside
one of the operating rooms.

"Scrub." He said.

"What exactly is going on here?"

"Pretty simple, your going to castrate six black boys this morning. Then I
understand you have a date with the chair."

"But I don't know how to castrate boys. At least not so they live
afterward."

"Pretty easy. I'll be there too. All you need do is removed their balls,
I'll stitch them up. Just so you know, I am using local anesthetic only, so
they will be both aware and will watch as you castrate them."

"They will hate me totally." I said.

"I think it is going to be a bit more than hate they feel for you. This was
not my idea. But orders are orders."

After fixing the mask in place and donning latex gloves we entered the
operating room. All six of the boys were strapped to tables. All had been
shaved and their cocks were taped up out of the way. I noticed all had ball
gags in their mouths too.

"Okay, after I have anestithised the area, you only need slice open the
sack and cut all the cords holding their testicles. Just drop them in the
stainless bowl. It only takes a minute and although they won't feel it they
will know what's happened almost immediately. Just so you know boys, the
one in the mask is the Commanders White Slave."

All six had heard what the doctor said and all started to yell through the
ball gags as well as struggle.

"You boys should know that your losing your balls because this White boy,
wouldn't use any of his slaves." The Doctor said.

The pure hate that they looked at me with was almost a visible force in the
room. I sincerely hoped I never met one of these boys ever again in my
life. They would hate me for all time.

I watched as the doctor filled a needle from a vial. He then injected the
first boy. Actually in several places around his ball sack. He then carried
on with all the boys. After he was done he came back to the first boy and
handed me a scalpel.

"Just lift the sack, make an incision between the balls. When the sack is
open, just push each testicle out and cut the cords holding it."

I did what he said. There was very little blood until I cut the first cord
from the first ball. After cutting the second out, the doctor stitched the
ball sack closed. We changed gloves and then moved to the second. In less
than ten minutes I had castrated all six boys. All were crying, but I had
no choice in what I was doing.

The doctor led me back to his office and I sat down and cried. I know it
would have been worse if it had been my boys that had been on the table,
but I felt so sorry for those six.

"Why did my Master want me to do this. They will always hate me now."

"Actually Jay, by the time their training is over, they won't remember even
having testicles and probably won't remember you. When the testicles are
removed from a man he becomes very docile and very easy to control and
train. Why your Master wanted you to do it is easy. These won't be the only
boys this happens too. Next time I am sure they will be some of yours or
whites."

"Okay, stand up. I need to give you a physical. Your Masters orders."

After stripping again, the doctor checked me over. After a good fifteen
minutes and a very though examination he told me to sit. He didn't give me
anything to wear.

"Might as well keep you nude Jay. Save you having to strip when they come
for you."

We sat and talked. He told me about some of the conditioning that those six
new eunuchs would go through. He also told me that I should get myself
prepared for what was coming later.

"I am not sure if you know Jay, but the chair that you will be put in is
not the same chair as the one Father built for the Commander. This
particular chair or should I say adjustable table was built for the
Colonel. It's not normally used for punishment. Its primary purpose is to
extract information very painfully. I assisted in some of the design
specifications when the Colonel was designing it. This particular chair can
cause extreme pain to one or all the points at anytime. The last boy he
experimented on actually had his balls fried while he was still alive."

"Considering your Master has said that you will be left in the Instructors
barracks until tomorrow morning after your ordeal this morning, I don't
think the Colonel will be using all the probes on you."

I started to shake and the Doctor gave me a stiff drink. It was still
almost an hour before I was slated to be an example for the slaves in
training.

About 30 minutes before my punishment was to commence, the colonel walked
into the Doctors office. He looked at me and I felt like a deer in his
sights.  "Jay, the guards finally caught up with that girl that took
off. She has been hiding in one of the natives' quarters up Island. We have
her and the native family in custody."

"Well she will hang. I don't have any idea what you want to do with the
family that was hiding her."

"The two boys and the girl have been sent to your slave quarters. I told
Samson to make sure they were locked up until you decide what to do with
them. The parents, after interrogation will be executed."

"Yes Sir." Was all I said as I sat waiting.

"Jay, you need to relax. I am going to be as gentle with you as I
can. However that isn't saying much. It is going to be very painful, but I
will not use all the machine is capable of."

"Sir. My Master wants me punished. Use what ever you wish."

"Very well." He snapped his fingers. Two guards walked in.

"Prepare him." He ordered them.

One of the guards came over and just held my arms. The other picked up what
looked like a set of portable stocks, but this one was made of metal. He
walked over, reached between my legs and grabbed my ball sack. He just
yanked it forward and I screamed in pain. He seemed to just ignore my
screams as he fitted my ball sack over one side of the metal stocks. The
other guard laid one hand on each end of the stocks and then the top was
bolted over the bottom. Now my ball sack and both wrists were restrained. I
had to bend slightly to keep from pulling up on my ball sack. One guard
bent down and put a wide metal cuff on each ankle. The other guard put a
metal collar around my neck. About an 18 inch light chain was then attached
to each ankle. To this point it wasn't all that uncomfortable. That changed
quickly. The guard kneeling in front of me attached two cords to the chain
between my ankles. The Colonel walked over and tied a wide leather belt
around my waist and two others around each upper thigh. He then inserted a
short steel rod into sockets on the thigh belts. That effectively forced my
legs apart. Now the chain holding my ankles was tight. I watched as the
Doctor pulled what was obviously a dildo from the case on his desk. I knew
where that was going to end up. He lubed it up and handed it to the
Colonel. When he came close, I saw that it was a very thick and long dildo,
and looked like it was made of steel. The Colonel just forced me to bend
and pushed it into my ass. He held me forward as a rod was attached to the
rod holding my legs apart and then through I guess the dildo and then
attached to the belt. Now no matter what happened the dildo would remain
inside me. I thought they were finished, but the guard who had attached the
two cords to the chain holding my ankles, first yanked down the metal stock
on one side and attached one cord and then pulled down the other side, that
forced me to bend even more to relieve the pressure pulling on my ball
sack. As I bent even farther forward, I had to bed my knees too. The cords
were a very strong elastic material.

"Now you will have a choice white boy. Either allow your balls to be
stretched or your neck." Saying that he attached an elastic cord to my
collar and to the belt at the back. He had to force my head back to attach
the cord. I had to stand up straighter to keep from chocking and that
pulled my arms back which stretched my ball sack. Both were very hard to
do. With one cord pulling at my neck collar and two pulling the stocks
down, I was totally fucked no matter which I did. To make it even worse the
Colonel attached a heavy chain to the ring in my cock.

"Lets go white boy. You have a date with my machine." He just walked slowly
out the door.

I screamed as he yanked on my cock ring.

In reality all I could do was hobble after him. The chain holding my ankles
was not long enough to move very quickly and each step pulled on the cords
holding the metal stocks, which pulled on my balls. Having to try and keep
from chocking just added to my misery. It was almost 300 meters from the
hospital to the large field in front of the administration building. Every
single step was excruciating.

When we finally arrived, every single slave, both those in training and
mine along with all the instructors, including the new black boys were
lined up in neat rows around a raised platform with the table at its
center.

The cords holding my ankle chain and the one around my neck were removed. I
was then strapped to the table.

When I was seated on the table the dildo in my ass was pushed deeper.

I watched, almost detached from reality, as the Colonel had a small box
placed next to the table. Needles were pushed into my balls and attached to
the machine. Another was attached to the ring on my cock and another to the
dildo in my ass. Finally one was attached to the Prince Albert ring. The
colonel then stood back waiting.

I could not see what was happening behind me. But I did see a power cord
being attached to the small box.

"Anytime." I heard my Master say.

The table was cranked up until I was almost vertical. Now everyone could
see exactly how I was trussed and attached with wires. My Master walked
into my sight. He never even looked at me.

"You are all here to witness punishment." My Master said.

"This White Slave, although having a very much more pivotal role within my
organization is also subject to punishment if he defies my specific
orders. He is not immune to anything I wish. To date he has been very
cooperative to everything I have asked or ordered him to do. Yesterday he
defied me and today he will be punished."

"Any of you who refuse any order given by your instructors, will end up as
you now see my White Slave. However there will be a difference if you end
up on this machine. You will never leave this machine alive. The white boy
has not had all the wires attached that would normally be attached. There
are no wires attached to his tits, nose or ears. However he will still feel
the pain. I had originally decided he would be executed today, but had a
change of heart. This was the first time he has defied me so I decided that
he would live."

"Before we begin here, there is one other thing that is going to happen, if
anyone who tries to escape. Why you would even think you could escape is
beyond even me. This is an Island. Run, go ahead, you will be caught."

I watched as a large double A-frame was wheeled out. In reality it was just
a portable gallows. Six hooks were attached to the bar connecting the two
A-frames. A bench was brought out and placed below the hooks.

Two soldiers brought out the girl who had run from my slave quarters. She
was lifted onto the bench and a wire noose was slipped over her head with
the other end hooked to the hooks on the bar. Next two older Natives were
brought out. One male and one female. They were dragged out by four Native
men from the village next to the camp. They too were put up on the bench
with a noose slipped over their heads.

"Escaping is punishable by death. Helping an escapee is also punishable by
death."

The bench was kicked out from under the three and they were left to slowly
strangle in the wire nooses. It was never a pretty site as they
struggled. The male ejaculated and both females evacuated their bowels long
before they hung limp.

"You may carry on with the punishment Colonel."

"Sorry Jay." The Colonel said just before he flipped a switch on the small
box.

The pain was so extreme and so intense I could not even scream at first. I
thought my balls, ass and cock were being fried over an open fire. The pain
stopped abruptly and then slowly increased until I was screaming my heart
out. Nothing in all my life had ever prepared me for that continuous pain
as the machine attacked different parts of me. At one point my balls were
on fire to be followed by my ass and then my cock. Then all together. Each
new assault brought me to hysterical screaming without let up. I am sure I
don't know when it ended. My next recollection was a soft bed. I was still
tied by my hands, but no other restraints were in place.

When I turned my head I saw that Thomas was strapped to a weird shaped
table. Only his upper body was strapped down along with his hands.

"Are you okay Master." He asked.

"Well, I'm alive, I think. Why are tied there Thomas?"

"This is so they can use all of me Master. I don't mind. Master, I heard
that they can use you anyway they want until tomorrow. Except they won't be
using you as a toilet. Only me."

Almost as soon as he said it, a black boy came in. He just pushed his soft
cock into Thomas' mouth and pissed.

"I'll get to you later white boy." He said to me as he finished and left.

"You will have to punish me later Master. I am not going to be able to hold
back pissing or shitting my Speedos all night."  I could not believe that
all he was worried about was getting punished. He could not help that he
was strapped down and going to used as the blacks toilet all night, even as
I knew they were going to use my mouth and ass.

That was almost exactly what happened all night. I had either a cock in my
mouth or one in my ass almost continuously. After fucking me they would use
Thomas to clean their cocks and if they needed shit in his mouth. Even
though Thomas had told me it never bothered him he puked on several
occasions during the night. He also shit his pants and pissed as his
bladder was overloaded. The stink in the room was almost over
whelming. Early the next morning two of the black boys came in and removed
me from the bed. They helped me shower, before releasing Thomas. They told
him to clean the room before he showered. Good plan I thought, no use
getting covered in his shit and piss twice. Thomas was very subdued when he
was finally allowed to shower and clean up.

The blacks took me out and had me sit. One brought me a cup of coffee and
then set a pain stick on the table. Thomas walked out of the shower
nude. He came up to me and went to his knees.

I knew what he wanted me to do now. But I really did not want to punish
him. When I looked around almost every single black boy was watching. Did
they want me to punish him or were they waiting to see if I actually
could. I knew my rules for all my boys were pretty simple. Always have
clean cloths on or else.

I picked up the pain stick and looked at it. It was set on level two.

"Turn around boy." I ordered Thomas.

He looked at me with both a scared look and one of anticipation. He loved
pain, I knew. When I looked at his cute upturned ass it looked like he had
lubed his hole. When I placed the end of the stick at his hole he moaned. I
just slowly pushed it all the way in. Taking a light grip on the stick,
knowing it would be wrenched from my hand I fired it.

Well it was wrenched from my hand as his whole body straightened, but this
time was not ejected from his ass as it usually is. He curled into a ball
on the floor and screamed his head off. I watched his sperm shoot out onto
the floor. Not even thinking I reached down and gripped the pain stick,
Pushing it a gain I fired it a second time. Holding him in place prevented
him from jumping around as he howled in pure anguish. I pulled the pain
stick from his ass and waited. As he started to come around I pushed the
pain stick in front of his face.

"Lick it clean boy." He never even hesitated.

When he slid it into his mouth he looked at me. He was now very scared, as
I still had my finger on the button that discharged it. I was curious to
see what would happen if I fired it in his mouth. So I did.

His head shot back and short sharp scream came out, before he dropped to
the floor faint. His whole body was shuddering and I wondered if I had gone
too far. I reached down and felt his pulse. It was definitely racing and
his breathing was very fast.

"Pick him up and put him on a cot now." I ordered.

So used to being told what to do, one of the boys picked him and set him on
the nearest bunk. I sat down beside him. After several minutes, his heart
slowed along with his breathing. His eyes finally fluttered open.

"How are you feeling Thomas?"

"Okay Master, but my mouth feels kind of weird."

"What do you mean weird?"

"Well it's like I can't feel anything inside my mouth. Like there is
nothing there Master."

"I wasn't sure if I had killed you boy. You were shuddering all over."

"Master, I was hoping you were going to do it on my balls and cock head
too. I didn't expect it in my mouth."

"Well, I will never go that far again Thomas. I like you too much to hurt
you bad."

"Master, I just wish sometime you would tie me up in the basement and use
it on me all night. In my ass, on my cock, on my balls, over and over
again. I'm sorry Master, but I just love it when someone is causing me
pain. I love you Master and just wish you would do it to me."

"Well love, maybe one of these days I will, but for now I think we should
get ready for the change over."

"Yes Master."

I got up and headed down to the main door of the barracks. Three big boxes
had been placed near the door along with a small machine on a table.

I walked up to the table and turned on the small machine. I then pushed the
pain stick in my hand into the socket on the machine and fired it. Wow, it
was quick. 25,000 volts 0 amps, read the small screen. I adjusted the stick
to level one. 10,000 volts 0 amps. I then set it on level three and pushed
the trigger. 50,000 volts 25 amps. Dead on. I pulled it from the socket.

"Okay. Everybody line up please."

They all had kaki shorts on with black t-shirts. A web belt held up the
shorts.

One of the black boys had been appointed to the position of command
sergeant. He walked to where I was standing.

"Master, I am going to issue your pain sticks now. They are all new, but
each must be checked."

I showed him how to check one.

"You may instruct the others Master. On occasion you must change the
batteries inside. This machine will always be here for you to check your
sticks prior to heading out. If you need to change batteries the new
batteries will be here on the table too. I'll send Thomas to stores to get
a case of batteries."

Before I could turn away, he grabbed me and pulled me close to him.

"We may be your master in your eyes Jay, but each and every one of these
men love you including me. In here we will call you Jay. Outside we will
follow your wishes and call you white boy."

"Don't let my Master hear you call me Jay or you might end up in more pain
than I was yesterday."

"We will be careful."

As each received a new pain stick they headed outside. Thomas ran up to the
sergeant.

"Master. I will try to have everything done by the time you return."

"Relax Thomas. There is no hurry today."

"Master, if I don't clean everything my Master will be mad at me."

"Well do what you can boy."

"Yes Master."

I stood back and watched. Thinking back to using the pain stick on Thomas,
I knew I was super hard after doing it to him twice. I really enjoyed
causing him pain. But on the other hand I also really loved the young pain
and toilet pig. Maybe I would take him to the basement one day. I just
wasn't ready to do that yet. After the last boy left the sergeant walked up
to me again. This time he groped me and said.

"I still want this cock in my ass and really want to suck you off Jay."

"Master you can order me to do anything you want." I smiled.

When I walked outside, My Master was waiting with Trent.

"Get Thomas and climb on Jay." He ordered.

I quickly summoned Thomas and then we both climbed onto his cart.

"How was your night Jay? Get enough?" He chuckled.

"Yes Master."

Trent obviously knew where to go. He just started walking.

"It seems one of those boys has the hots for your cock Jay. Are you going
to satisfy him?"

Did my Master know everything that happened around the camp? The sergeant
had only spoken to me minutes before.

"I don't want to get him in trouble Master."

"You won't Jay."

I just sat thinking as Trent pulled us over to the central field. I saw
that only the white instructors were lined up. I also saw none of them had
pain sticks. They must know something is up. They can't be that stupid. The
new instructors marched up and quickly formed a hollow square with the
white instructors in the center. When everyone was in place my Master
stepped down from his cart. All the white instructors bowed to him.

"All of you former instructors are now common slaves. However because you
have been good as instructors, I am going to give you a choice of duty now
as ordinary slaves. Each of you will choose your next position. Your
choices are."

"Domestic, body, sex, labor, horseman or harem slave. If you choose harem,
you will need a short operation and need to be trained on weapons and
unarmed combat. The rest are pretty much self explanatory. Horsemen will of
course need some specialized training as well.

"I will give you 24 hours to choose. But be warned if you do not choose, I
will. These black instructors will escort you to your new barracks."

"Carry on Sergeant."

My Master climbed back on the cart. We watched as the old instructors were
herded to their new barracks.

"I kind of thought there would be some protesting. In fact I was hoping
there would be." My Master said.

"I think they will wait until they are alone before they start protesting
Master."

"Well that's okay too. All the barracks are hard wired for sound. That's
how I knew about the sergeant." He laughed.

I must have had a different look on my face.

"Jay, it is only way we can nip any revolts in the early stages. If they
all rioted together, even with armed troops it might be hard to put down a
revolt. Being able to hear and record conversations in the barracks
prevents riots or revolts."

"I understand Master."

"Learn your lesson Jay?"

"Yes Master."

"Master, if you stop, I will go back to clean the barracks now." Thomas
said.

"Your no longer assigned there boy. Four boys from the last course are now
assigned to barracks duty."

"As you wish Master." Thomas said.

I knew he wasn't happy about that turn of events. In the barracks he got
everything he wanted from the instructors and loved it all.

"Don't worry Thomas. I'll keep you very busy." I said.

"Thank you Master." He smiled at me.

"How do you plan to keep all your boys busy, now that the road is
finished?"

"Well Master, I think we will fence all the roads with white wood
fences. That will keep them busy for a long time. Father will probably need
more labor too Master. Plus they have to finish the wall and build another
around the graveyard."

"Got everything planned eh?"

"Yes Master."

As soon as we hit the road to the house, Trent picked up the pace. When we
got to the house my Master dismissed Trent until after lunch. It was only
about 10 am but my Master went inside and came back with three beers. He
handed one to me and one to Thomas. Thomas was flabbergasted. My Master
just laughed and told us both to sit and enjoy.

"Thomas, you can take that as a reward. The Instructors were very pleased
with you.

"I will always do anything to please my Master." He said.

Thomas was sitting at my feet and looked at me when he said it.

"Jay, I don't know how you can have him still loving you, when you just got
finished punishing him."

"Thomas, loves to get punished. Sometimes, I think he fucks up just so I
will punish him. But I could not really hurt him."

"I also noticed he likes sex too." My Master said.

"Almost as much as he likes pain." I laughed.

"May I jay?"

"Of course Master. Thomas, you will allow my Master to use you anytime he
wishes."

"Really Master. Oh thank you Master." He was beaming from ear to ear.

"How about right now Thomas? We still have 90 minutes until lunch."

"Oh yes Master." I almost laughed as Thomas bounded to his feet.

They both left me sitting. Papa came up and bowed.

"Yes Papa, what do you need now?"

"The three people who were dropped here by the Colonels men Master. What
did you want done with them?"

"Have them tied to their bunks and then all of you may use them as you
wish. My Master has said that harboring escaping slaves is punishable by
death. So what happens to them is of no concern to me."

"As you wish Master."

"Find Justine and have him report to me."

"Yes Master."

I knew Simon would be back for lunch. He had been appointed by my Master as
the chief Instructor in the camp. So I would no longer see him much during
the day. I got up and grabbed another beer, while I waited for Justine to
arrive.

Justine took longer than I thought it would. When he did arrive I saw he
had on clean Speedos and T-shirt, even though I knew he was working with
one of the outside crews.

"I'm sorry Master, but I needed to change before I came to you."

"Smart move Justine." I laughed.

"Justine, I want you get a couple of boys and go to the graveyard. Find a
spot near the back and dig a deep wide grave."

"Yes Master." He just turned and left.

I knew I was changing on the inside. How I was not sure, but I knew a few
things were happening that I could not explain. Even sitting sometimes and
analyzing everything that had happened to me in the last 9 months, I still
couldn't put my finger on what had changed in me. I still loved to have
black guys use me anyway they wanted. I knew I loved Simon and My Master
with a passion. The major problem was I loved too many people. I knew that
was one of the reasons my Master had punished me. I loved my slaves. Maybe
that was a problem for me. Even the Doctor had said I might have to
castrate some of my slaves in the future. Was that a warning? Was that his
way of saying, I needed to back off from my slaves and become less involved
with them? How do I stop them from loving me? I knew I could not change
them by punishing them. That just seemed to make them love me more. Thomas
would have me punish him all day and he would only love me more. What a
fucking dilemma.

My Master and Thomas came out just before lunch. Thomas had a huge smile on
his face. My Master was also smiling, so I knew both had enjoyed each
other.

"Thanks Jay. Thomas is all you have said he would be and more. Lets go for
lunch."

After lunch my Master took off again for headquarters. Simon had missed
lunch at the house, but figured he had eaten at the general mess in the
camp. I decided to spend the afternoon checking on all my slaves to make
sure everything was running smoothly. I headed for the crew working on the
wall. The first thing I noticed was that most of the boys only wore the
tight native shorts that they had when they first arrived. The few that
were in Speedos I saw that those Speedos were really dirty, but could not
punish them because of the work. To be honest they looked good in the tight
leather shorts they had on. Most were topless, and the sweat poured off
them.

After inspecting and checking on the outside crew I headed for the slave
barracks. Everything was spotless. I stopped by one of the closets used to
hold the clean t-shirts and Speedos of my boys. I couldn't believe that not
a single t-shirt or Speedo suit was in the closet. There should have been
hundreds of each. Each boy had been issued 5 of each. With most sizes of
Speedo the same, they simply grabbed one pair when they needed them. So why
was the closet empty?

"PAPA" I yelled.

He came bounding out of the mess at the end of the barracks and ran up to
me.

"Yes Master."

"Why are there no clean t-shirts and Speedos here? Everyone of those
outside crew will need clean ones before the day is out."

"Master enough will be delivered by the time they are finished."

"What would happen if I ordered the crews to stop work now?"

"I guess Master, we would have to wait for the laundry crew to deliver
clean ones."

"Papa, I issued enough to each boy, that there should be spares in here all
the time."

"The laundry crew is very slow Master. I have tried to speed them up, but
it hasn't worked."

"Well I can sure as hell speed them up."

"Come along Papa." I headed for the house.

Thomas was standing by the back door to the laundry room. All he had on was
a dirty towel wrapped around his middle. He looked very scared when I
walked up.

"Couldn't you at least have used a clean towel Thomas?"

"Master, I tried to find one."

When I walked into the laundry room none of the machine were working. Both
big washers and dryers were sitting idle. Laundry was piled almost every
where.

"What the fuck is going on in here? Why aren't those machines working? Are
they broken down?"

The six laundry boys quickly jumped to their feet and bowed. It was then I
saw that four of them had been playing some kind of dice game while the
other two had been fucking on a pile of dirty laundry.

"Get the fuck outside all of you." I ordered.

"Papa, go to the outside crew and get six boys now."

I walked out and looked at the six boys. None had clean Speedos on or clean
t-shirts. They worked in the laundry and yet none had clean clothes on.

"Strip." I ordered them.  All of them quickly stripped and stood with their
heads down.

"Whose the senior boy?"

"I am Master." Said the boy on the end.

"What the fuck were you thinking. You all have a very easy job. You don't
even have to pick up the dirty laundry. All you had to do was keep the
machines working. Now there is no clean laundry for anyone. As of now all
of you are assigned to the outside crew. However you boy are now on my shit
list."

"Yes Master. I am to blame." The young boy said.

"And you're the one that's going to be punished too." I said.

Justine came running up with six boys.

"Take them inside and get them working on the laundry Papa."

"Justine, take those five and put them to work on the wall."

"Yes Master."

"Tell Samson to give them the hardest and dirtiest job he can find. They
had it easy in here, well now they can work."

"Yes Master."

"You, come with me." I said pointing at the last boy.

"Thomas, put on something and meet me in the basement."

"Yes Master."

I had never been in the basement. I knew what was down there and that was
the main reason I never went near the place. It had obviously been built by
the first owner of the manor house. He had wanted someplace to play with
his original black slaves. He had built a dungeon. Complete with every
conceivable device available in his age. Not much had been done to it when
the house had been rebuilt except to clean it up. Now I took the boy down
there. When I switched on the lights he started to shake all over. I left
him just standing there as I walked around the big room. Near the back wall
was a line of cages. One was so small I didn't think a child could get in
it. I called the boy over.

"Get in that cage." I ordered him.

"Please Master. I'm sorry." He pleaded.

"Get in the fucking cage boy."

It took him awhile. When he was all the way in, he bent almost double. It
would be very uncomfortable to be held inside it for any length of time.

"You can stay there while I figure out what I am going to do with you."

While I waited for Thomas I looked around the old dungeon. In reality
whoever had built the place wasn't interested in anyone leaving the place
alive. Everything, except the cages looked pretty lethal, if used on a
human body.

I turned and looked at the boy in the cage. It was then I noticed that the
cage had a large ring on the top. I looked back into the main area and did
see an old chain hoist. Thomas came into the room. The Speedos he had on
were definitely not clean, but without clean ones in the barracks he could
not change.

"Give me a hand Thomas."

The chain hoist was on a set of rails set into the ceiling. Being very
rusted it did not move all that well, but with Thomas' help I was able to
get it close to the small cage. Letting out the chain became another bitch
of a task. Eventually we got it hooked to the cage and the cage lifted off
the floor and moved over into the center of the basement. The cage was
about chest high off the floor.

"He looks more vulnerable now."

"Yes Master." Thomas said.

I honestly did not know what to do to the boy in the cage. I had never
taken pleasure in hurting native boys. If it had been a white boy, I am
sure it would be different. I handed my pain stick to Thomas.

"You can do what you like Thomas. Keep the stick on level one."

"Master, it is his fault most of those boys got punished because of dirty
Speedos. I heard him laughing one night in Barracks saying it was funny to
watch the boys getting zapped."

That was one thing I had not thought about. I wonder how many he had caused
to get punished because he didn't get clean cloths or laundry out on
time. Well one way to find out. Ask!

"I'll be back. Keep him company Thomas."

I wasn't even out of the basement before the boy in the cage started to
scream in pain.

TBC
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