Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2010 01:23:36 -0400 From: Jason Subject: Boot Camp Part 3 Boot Camp Part 3 By Jason Sterling (sterling.jason@gmail.com) The food placed on tables before the inductees was more than adequate. The bowls of vegetables and mutton were wolfed down as if these men hadn't eaten in a week, which some had not. A container of water mixed with a little wine was gone in short order also. For the first time I saw what appeared to be a little smile on the faces of the new slaves. When the bottom of the bowls were being licked clean I order all the chattel to get up and file into a barracks at the far end of the grounds and introduced them to their new home. The frame structure had 3 windows but these were covered with metal bars and only only a solid door leading into it. There were 2 rows of double beds, straw for a cushion; enough room for all 20 of them. I ordered the men to kneel and unlocked the chain from each group of coffled slaves. The only items in the room, other than the beds, was a large clay pot that I explained was for use relieving themselves. "For some of you too stupid to understand that, it means 'Here's where you piss'." Also in the middle of the bunk room was a platform raised high enough to make myself looked up to while I or someone else was speaking. In addition, if I wanted to make an example of someone, it was where the slave would stand while I questioned him or punished him...whatever I wanted the other slaves to witness. The box was only about 3 feet square and had holes around the outside near the top. I didn't explain what the holes were for. "All stand to attention! Number 137." A meek sounding voice answered, 'Sir. Yes Sir." A well muscled lad roughly in his late 20's responded. "Step forward boy! Tell me what were the main things you are going to be taught while you are here?" The slave stuttered a bit and said in a very halting way, "To obey, denial, to be humble and to love my Master---Sir!" I walked up to him and slapped him hard across his left cheek. "You have forgotten 1 of the lessons, moron. Now think hard. What was the item you left out?" The lad said that he knew there was another thing I told him, but he couldn't remember it because he didn't know that the word meant. "I said chastity you cretin. It means no sex, no fucking, no jacking off no girls to stick your cock into and no boys to suck you off or sodomize their tight little assholes. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir...very clear, Sir." "We are going to go over each of these 5 principles again and again. The evenings for you all will be just as instructive as the earlier part of the day. Every phase of these rules will be gone over in detail. To this end, take humility for example. You will understand all the ins and outs of submissiveness. Is anyone of you dolts educated enough to know what a personal pronoun is? Well, it is a word that describes YOU. I, me, my, mine are all words that refer to you. Forget ever using one of these words again. You are now, and forever will be, somebody's slave and property. You all are 'this abject slave', 'the Master's servant', 'the humble vassal kissing your feet, Sir'. This reference to yourselves in this manner shows your total submission to your owner. For the sake of your time with me and my position I will now also be known as Master. I will expect, and demand, all the respect and obedience you scum will give to your permanent owners." "Other members of our staff who serve as instructors or assistants will be called only 'Sir' or 'mistress' as the case may be. Since your trainers are with you for nearly the whole day, females are here in this camp to fulfil the needs of the staff when they need sexual relief. They are also here to test one of the main duties of you vermin and that is self-denial. If you like women and get a view of a naked girl who smiles at you, you better not get a hardon. That is just one example of how you will behave around non-slaves. If your tastes run more to the male form of enticement and a good looking boy is in your presence, denial is going to keep you from being punished." "All of these, so called Rules, are drummed into your feeble brains only to make you better slaves who live merely to serve the Master well. The alternative is pulling on an oar until your lungs explode from the strain; and believe me, absolutely nothing is worse than spending your last few months chained permanently to a stick pushing sea water. It is said that spending a few days nailed to a cross is the most painful of all deaths. Well, they're wrong! I've been on several merchant galleys as my old Master's personal servant and the pain and suffering those poor bastards were forced to endure while chained to an oar beats a good crucifixion any day." "Some of you were born slaves and are going to fit in to our training program well. Others of you were soldiers captured in battle. You cowards should have been man enough to go to your graves with a Roman sword slicing your guts out. You are the ones who will need to be beaten and whipped into changing your thinking about what it is to willingly give up your body and soul to the needs and pleasures of your future Masters. I and my assistants will be constantly driving you to adjust your attitude to meet that goal. Those of you that fight against changing you to good, obedient servants or would not willingly suffer great torment if it would be something your Master wishes, will be sent out of this training program to spend what remains of your life working underground in a mine or field or even the sewer pits of a public toilet. It's all up to you. Those of you who survive will very likely end up as a household slave. There is more need for this type of slave than any of the others. If you want to live...adjust your thinking to doing your best and act like you love it here, otherwise die a slow and painful death." Just then a handsome lad, who was obviously a slave also because he had a thin, studded collar around his neck, came into the room. But he wore a loose fitting garment covering his nakedness, much like the tunic worn by the instructor, except this boy wore a belt of rope around his middle holding the bottom of the cloth just barely covering his ass. No undergarments kept the sight of this kid's generous endowments hidden from view. The fairly tall boy came up to Titus, fell to his knees, leaned forward and kissed the feet of the trainer. "Master. This humble servant is here to do your bidding, Sir! Please allow this slave the pleasure of helping you teach these new recruits in their quest to become better laborers in their efforts to learn all you have to give them." Titus told the young man to stand up. A sharp slap across the face of the now standing slave resounded within the 4 walls of the bunk room. The slave staggered a bit but reached out for the hand that struck him and kissed the front and back of it. Titus then drew this hand and foot kisser to him and reached around to the slave's buttocks and with a powerful motion pulled him right up against him and placed a hard lip to lip kiss on the young man. Titus turned to the group of slaves watching all this and said in a loud voice, "My assistant is also my bed slave when we have the time to spare while teaching you. He satisfies my urges when I need a bed partner and occasionly allow him to breed with female slaves when I permit it. I order you to obey him as if he was your Master when I'm not around you. Some of you may even be used by me or him as a substitue woman. If you've never had the duty to preform these functions, get used to it. A good slave only keeps from being punished by submitting fully to his Master's needs...whatever they may be. Is that understood?" A mumble of Yes Sirs was heard going through the ranks. "Now, get in your bunks and rest. Tomorrow you will arise at 5 in the morning, work hard all day 'till noon and get a 1 hour rest when it is back to hard labor for the rest of the daylight hours. You will have 1/2 hour to eat your fill and then it is back here into your barracks and much, much practice on the 5 goals of your slavery. Within 2 weeks I will go among you discharging those who I feel will not make good household slaves. Don't worry! We will find work for you who are chosen for dismissal at some other job. Sleep well and always keep your Master in mind as you drift off to dreamland." Titus and his assistant blew out the several lamps lighting the room, closed, locked the door and walked off together. End of part 3