Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2006 03:26:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dray Slave, Part Seven

DRAY SLAVE

By Pete Brown.   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
Read all of Pete's stories at
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(Readers are reminded that this is "the other side of
the coin", telling the story in  the author's "Steve's
First Job" from the perspective one of the slaves,
Dave, rather than from that of the master, Steve.
They mostly recount the same incidents, but from a
different point of view).

Part Seven


I felt really sorry for Chad, as he was such a nice
young guy.  He'd really worked hard at delivering the
stuff, and with the exercise and the good food he'd
started to look like a really desirable piece of
manflesh - his abs were starting to grow small ridges,
and there were those agreeable bulges of muscle in his
biceps that show up so well on young men.  And now he
was going to get the ultimate "reward" that all slaves
get - he was going to be fucked by his owner.

All the time he'd been with us in the cage he'd never
taken part in any of our fun and games - Sarge seemed
to "guard" him somehow, telling us that it was Chad's
decision whether he wanted to play or not, and that we
had to respect it.  Any of us could have taken him by
force, I suppose, but we wouldn't have risked it as he
was almost a "mascot" to the whole team, and I reckon
if any of the guys had tried it, the rest of us would
have been pretty cross.  Now, though, his time had
come - it was no longer up to Chad, was it?  Steve was
going to fuck him, and fuck him here, right in front
of us.  I put an arm around Chad and almost whispered
"Don't worry - it's not so bad, really.  And when
Steve's taken your cherry you'll be a real man..."

"But Dave, I don't go with guys....  At school I was a
stud, and when I joined the army, at boot camp on the
weekends, I went out and found bar girls...."

"We were al like that, Chad.  But we were all fucked
by Steve, or Jon.  That's what happens to slaves -
didn't you know?  And, as I said, it's not so bad:  it
hurts like hell at first, but once you get used to it
it's actually a whole lot of fun to be really close
and intimate with your buddies...."

Just at that moment though Steve called out for Chad
to come out of the cage, so I took my arm away and he
went to the gate.  It was interesting to seethe two
men together - I guess Chad and Steve were about the
same age, but Steve was as usual dressed in his casual
but somehow expensive way, with tight jeans, a
long-sleeved cotton shirt and tasselled loafers,
whereas Chad was of course naked except for his
collar.

"Now, Chad, I don't want any nonsense....", Steve
started to say as he saw the look of almost terror in
Chad's eyes as he stared at the horse.  "Just do as I
say, and this will soon all be over and you'll have
completed your journey into slavedom."

Steve opened the cage door and Chad went out, and then
Steve stood there for a few moments, running his hands
almost sensuously over Chad's body as he clearly
admired the new muscle that Chad had put on, and the
smooth sensation of Chad's nicely-tanned skin..  He
finished by holding Chad's dick in his hand and
stroking the guy to erection, very gently and
sensually, I thought.  Then he stopped, and announced
"I reckon you and me could do it better than on the
horse, Chad.  I think I'll take you to my room over in
the bachelor draymen's quarters, and we can really get
stuck in over there.... We might even fool around a
bit and make out properly, and spend the night...."

"No!", Chad shouted.  "I don't want to be fucked...  I
won't let you do it.  You can whip me, or do whatever
you want, but you aren't going to fuck me.   And I
reckon that if you try, you'll come off worse - you've
felt my muscles....."

Steve glared at him, clearly amazed at this defiance,
and I think we were all surprised as well.  I mean,
none of us had put up any resistance when we'd been
ritually "taken" on the horse, even though we were all
bigger and stronger than Steve and Jon.  I think that,
subconsciously, we'd accepted our status as slaves
somehow, even though we'd not admit it out loud, or
even to ourselves.   Then Steve gave one of those
wicked smiles he was sometimes capable of and called
out to Sarge.

"Two, you get out here, too.  You can come with me to
the BDQ and help keep Chad here in line.  That's what
sergeants do, isn't it?"

"Sir, please, sir", Sarge began.  "You can't help me
to rape a guy, sir.  It's not right..."

"And let me remind you, two, that a master using a
slave is not, and never has been, rape!  It's just
using the slave, as a master has every right to.  Now,
before I order a whipping for you - no, for you both -
get out here and do as I say."

Sarge hesitated for a moment, and Steve added "If I
have to get the guards to discipline Chad whilst I
take his cherry, it will be followed by a whipping.  A
proper whipping, with the bull whip.  Did you see what
happened to the slave on a dray earlier in the week
after he was found sneaking off at the lunch break and
fucking that lady's maid whilst her owner was in the
restaurant?  Do you want young Chad, and yourself, to
end up with your backs and butts all torn and bleeding
like that?"

I saw Sarge looking, evaluating, and I could see him
reach a decision.  He stepped to the door of our cage,
put his arm around Chad's shoulders, and muttered
"Come on, son.... We must obey Steve - he is our
master...."

"But  Sarge...."

"No 'buts', soldier!  Do as I say - it's the lesser of
the two evils."

With that it seemed that Chad's resistance crumbled,
and Steve walked off, followed by Sarge and Chad.  The
rest of us all stood there, and then we all kind of
shrugged and sat down and talked about the day and
stuff - I guess we were becoming so used to the idea
of being slaves that what was going to happen to Chad
seemed somehow inevitable, the natural order of
things.

They came back a couple of hours later, all three of
them.  Steve was kind of smiling, or, perhaps, had a
look of triumph on his face.  Chad was near to tears,
and Sarge looked grim and angry.   Chad went and sat
down, pressing his back to the far wall of our cage
and resting his head between his knees, with his arms
clasped around them, looking a picture of misery.
Some of the other guys tried to comfort him but he
brushed them away.  Sarge lay down in the straw and
just muttered "Time for 'lights out', guys - it's work
as usual tomorrow".

I lay beside Sarge - I'd always liked the guy, and
since he'd been "guarding" Chad, I hadn't had much of
a chance to talk to him intimately as we'd used to.  I
was quiet for a bit, and then I whispered "Do you want
to tell someone about it, Sarge?  It helps, you
know...."

He was quiet for what seemed like hours, and I began
to think he hadn't heard me.  Then he half turned to
look at me.  "You're a real friend, Dave.  Look.... It
was pretty awful.  I mean, it's one thing to be fucked
by Steve here, on the horse.... But what went on there
went way beyond that...."

I moved slightly so that I could put a hand on Sarge's
shoulder, and another on his hip, as we lay together.
I just kept quiet, knowing that if  I said anything,
the spell would be broken.  Then once Sarge began,
there was no stopping him.

"It wasn't like an owner just taking a slave's cherry,
Dave.  When we got into Steve's room he stripped off,
then he put his arms around Chad, and began to kiss
him - proper, full on the mouth, tongues down the
throat kissing.   I just stood there and watched, and
if it hadn't been for the fact that Steve's body was
white, you could hardly tell them apart as they were
so much alike in physique.  But Chad was resisting a
little, and I could tell that Steve was being
masterly, even forceful, in carrying on kissing so
passionately as his hands ran all over Chad... And he
was stroking his dick, too.  Then he stopped for a bit
and pushed Chad down onto the bed, and fell on top of
him and carried on kissing him - I could see through
his open legs as he kind of straddled Chad, that Steve
was rock hard, too.  It was like being at some sort of
superior live sex show, with two really good looking
young studs about to enjoy themselves."

"Steve kept on stroking Chad as he went on kissing him
and generally messing around with him - I saw him
pinching Chad's nips, for example, and Chad reacted as
you might expect by arching his body up under Steve's.
 Steve was stroking Chad's dick, quite hard, until the
inevitable happened, and Chad shot his load - just at
the last minute Steve pulled away a bit and pointed
Chad's dick up towards his belly, so his cum shot
along his body.  Steve sat up then, looking down at
Chad lying by the side of him, and I saw him smiling.
Chad was just lying there, almost gasping for air!"

"It looked as if everything was going to be all right
then.  Steve scooped up some of Chad's cum, reached
down, pushed Chad's legs apart a bit, and began to
massage his hole and generally lube him up - I reckon
Chad thought it was 'uncomfortable', at worse,
especially when Steve got three fingers in and was
really doing the business of opening Chad up.  I
thought he was doing Chad a favour, actually - he
didn't want Chad to hurt too much when his dick went
in."

"Then it was time, and Steve began to push up Chad's
legs, telling Chad to grab his ankles, as Steve was
clearly going to fuck him on his back.  Then all hell
broke loose - Chad suddenly began to shout "No, no,
please...", and kind of scooted away from Steve.
Steve ordered him to get back down and 'resume the
position', but Chad refused.  So Steve told me to grab
him!"

"Well, what was I supposed to do?  If I refused, and
if Chad kept on like this, he'd be whipped.  And if I
did nothing, I'd be whipped, too.  So I went over and
sort of put my arms around Chad and told him not to be
so fucking stupid, and that it would all be over
soon.....  But I  don't think that's what Steve had in
mind, as he told me to kind of sit on the bed with my
back against the headboard, and then to sit Chad down
between my legs, to wrap my legs around Chad' to hold
them apart, and to hold Chad's arms....  It's as if I
was acting as the restraints on a 'horse'.... But what
was I supposed to do?  There was no point in us both
getting a bull whipping, was there?  And, actually, it
was quite exciting:  my dick was rock hard, and
pushing into Chad's back as I restrained him."

"I had to lie there, holding Chad down, as Steve raped
him.  I had a kind of interesting view, as my head was
almost on Chad's shoulder, and I could see Steve's
body there stretched out in front of me as he fucked
away.  Chad was gasping and shouting and crying.....
And it went on and on for what seemed like hours,
until Steve shot, and fell forward.  His sweaty hands
ran all over my arms as I lay there, as if he wanted
to enjoy me, too."

I reckon Steve was kind of testing me, as when he
pulled out of Chad he sort of scooted up the bed,
knelt beside me as I lay there, pushed his dick at my
face and told me to clean him up.  It was fucking
disgusting - some of Chad's crap, Steve's cum.... The
smell of it almost turned my stomach.  I felt like
telling him to fuck off, or even hitting him.  But
what was the point?  I'd come this far, and it was
pretty pointless to stop, so I put my arm around his
butt to hold him steady, and did the business, even
though I hated it."

"I thought it would be all over then, as Steve came
and lay beside me, and told Chad to lie on the other
side of him.  He had his arms around us, and was
stroking at his body.  Then he looked at Chad and said
'See, two here knows that a slave obeys.  But did you
also see, Chad, that he almost did not?  And when he
was licking my cock and cleaning me up, he wasn't
doing it enthusiastically.  And do you know what
happens to slaves who are unenthusiastic, Chad?  They
get punished!'"

"He pushed me away then, told me to go belly down on
the edge of the bed and to spread my legs, and gave me
two strokes with the cane on my butt.  I buried my
face in the mattress as I didn't want to give the
bastard the satisfaction of crying out.  He came and
sat beside me then and actually stroked his fingers
over my butt, as if he was enjoying feeling the marks
the cane had left.  Then I could hardly believe it -
he said softly 'Your turn now, two - I've opened up
Chad nicely, and so you can continue the good work -
get in there and fuck him hard."

"I begged him not to make me do it, and he pointed out
that I'd just had two cane strokes.  And that he
thought that if Chad's butt was not soon covered by my
body, then it would make a good target for the cane.
Well, I didn't want Chad to get caned, did I?  And
what Steve said was basically true - I mean, if you've
been fucked once, there's no real reason not to take
another dick, is there?"

"Chad was almost crying, and tried to push me away as
I got hold of him and got him bent down on the bed - I
reckoned it would be easier for him if I fucked him
'doggy fashion', as not so much of my dick would go up
him.  And my dick's a lot thicker and longer than
Steve's, as you may have noticed.....  Well, I did it
as gently as I could, bending right over him and
whispering to him that he was a nice guy, and all that
other stuff you do when you're trying to get a guy to
enjoy it, rather than just trying to fuck the brains
out of him.  And afterwards, when I'd shot, I saw
Steve looking at me and I knew what he wanted me to do
- so even though Chad wasn't all that keen, I pushed
him over onto this back to lie next to Steve, then
straddled him, and made him suck my dick clean.  It
can't have been all that bad, as I reckon Steve had
cleared most of the crap out of him.  But there were
tears rolling down Chad's face.  I felt awful - but I
reckon I'd done the right thing, as it was inevitable
he was going to get fucked, after all, and, at least,
I saved him from a whipping....".

"I thought it was all over then and we were safe, and
I'd even relaxed a bit and was lying there with my
hands behind my head, as you do after a good fuck.  Bu
then Steve started again, and said to Chad 'I reckon
it's your turn now, nine!  I've fucked you, two's
fucked you, and now it's your turn to let me see what
you can do.  I don't want that nice dick up my ass, so
it's two who's going to have the pleasure....'  Well,
at once Chad tensed, and said firmly, but quietly,
actually, 'No, I won't.'   Steve was pissed off, of
course, and told Chad he had no choice, as he was a
slave, and slaves obeyed their master's orders.  Chad
then went on and on about how he couldn't, how he
respected me too much, and Steve only laughed.
'Slaves don't respect other slaves', he told him.  'As
far as I'm concerned, you're all alike - just slaves.'
 With that he told me to lie on the edge of the bed
again, and there was no point in me doing anything
else, was there?  So I went and got as comfortable as
I could, and pressed my face into the bed as I didn't
want to alarm Chad if he hurt me a bit...."

"Chad wasn't going to do it, though, and carried on
arguing with Steve.  And finally I heard Steve say
'Look at those marks on two's butt, nine!  Now, unless
you get your body over it PDQ, there will be a whole
lot more.  You don't want me to thrash two because
you're disobeying me, do you?  It's not as if it's a
big deal - you've seen all the other slaves fucking
away with each other... It's perfectly natural, a
normal thing for one guy to do to another...."

"Chad seemed to be really unsure, but when Steve
reached out for his cane, he got up and came and stood
between my legs.  I could feel his warmth against me,
but he didn't seem to know what to do quite - Steve
got off the bed and came and stood beside Chad, put
one arm around his shoulders, then he seemed to reach
down and almost push Chad's dick in to my ass.  There
was a great 'slap' sound and I reckon he kind of
'encouraged' Chad into me by slapping him on his butt,
as he went into me  in one big thrust, burying him in
me so I could feel his pubes on my butt - it was so
sudden, so unexpected, that I couldn't help crying
out.  And then Steve stood there for a bit
'encouraging' Chad again, with his hands on Chad's
hips, guiding him in and out of me.  I reckon that if
there'd been a camera crew there it would have been a
great porn scene...."

"Afterwards Steve made me lie beside him, and he
almost casually draped his leg over my thigh, resting
his knee in my crotch, showing he was in charge.....
Chad was sort of sitting there on the end of the bed,
his head bowed, looking really miserable, and Steve
started to talk quietly to me....."

"What about, Sarge?", I interjected as he'd gone
quiet, and kind of contemplative, and I wanted to hear
the rest of the story.

"Oh, well....  It doesn't matter.  It was stuff about
masters and slaves, and how slaves needed to obey, to
obey willingly.... Then Steve got up and pulled his
clothes on, and brought us back here.  As we walked
across the yard he told me he wanted Chad fucked once
more tonight, and that I'd better get four, Jed, to do
it, as he was always so enthusiastic...."

I looked across at Chad, sitting there all hunched up,
and held Sarge tight.  "You can't do that, Sarge!  I
mean, Jed's a nice guy, but his dick is a monster.
And when he gets going, he sometimes doesn't know his
own strength.... Chad's going to be really tender and
sore after Steve and you have fucked him - he wants
someone to be gentle, to go slowly, to be a lover,
rather than just a fucker....."

"Dave, I reckon you're right.  I'd better obey Steve
and make sure Chad does get fucked, but that big
Arkansas farm boy is too much..... You'd better do it,
Dave.  You seem to understand what the kid needs right
now."

I thought it was going to be easy.  I told Sarge that
he'd better make it right with the other guys as they
all felt sorry for Chad, and if they saw me starting
to fuck him they might work me over, and he agreed,
and then I went over and sat down next to Chad,
slipping my arm around his shoulders and pulling him
towards me.

"Look, so you've got fucked.... It's no big deal....
It's happened to all of us.... And now you can be part
of the crew proper, Chad:  you've always been a bit
separate from the other eight of us, but now you can
really join in with all the fun we have here at
night...."

"Dave,  I don't  want to...."

"Hey, when you can choose who you're with, it's really
fun - not like when Steve is forcing you...."

Chad sounded so hesitant, as if he was almost ashamed
of what he was saying.  He lowered his voice and
whispered "Dave, you won't tell anyone else, will
you?"  When I pulled him closer to me so he knew I'd
agreed, he went on "I didn't like being fucked much,
Dave.  But when Sarge's body was all close to mine....
well, it sort of... sort of turned me on.  And when I
had to fuck Sarge, I didn't want to, at first.  But
once I'd got started, Dave, I began to enjoy it....
It felt great....."

"But Sarge said you were almost crying afterwards...."

"I was so ashamed, Dave.  I oughtn't to have liked
having my dick up Sarge's ass.  It's not what guys are
supposed to do...."

I gave him a reassuring squeeze again.  "Look, Dave,
it's pretty tough being a slave.  And it's outrageous
that these bastards in the South have taken us
soldiers, who were only doing our duty, and made us
slaves.  We're Americans, just like they are.... Or,
at least, we were.  But one good thing has come out of
this for a lot of us, I reckon:  we've realised that
we've been sold a crock of shit all these years - at
school, in church, on the TV, they've always been
going on about how wrong it is to love another guy,
how it's wrong to want to be so close to your buddies,
with that special closeness you only get when you fuck
them....  I reckon all of us here now know that the
best sex of all, real, proper sex, sex you have to
enjoy it, sex you have to show your buddy you really
like him, is with another guy.  If I ever get out of
this vile slavery thing, I'll still never want to
sleep with a woman again, now that I know how great it
is to be with a man.  Well, I suppose I might, if I
wanted a kid.  But for sheer enjoyment., for really
being close to my buddies...."

"I've seen you with some of the other guys, Dave!
I've seen you in action - you mean to say that you'd
never been with a man before you came here?"

"No.  I believed all their rubbish they said about it
being 'wrong' and a 'sin' and all that stuff.  So let
me reassure you, Chad, it's perfectly normal,
perfectly natural, to want to have sex with another
man.  I mean, why do you think the human boy's
designed like it is?  Why do you think an ass is so
perfectly shaped to take dick?  And why is it that a
dick feels so much better when it's gripped by an ass
than when it's inside a bitch?    I reckon the only
good thing that's come out of being a slave is that
it's taught me that all those preachers and
politicians and stuff were lying to me all those
years, stopping me from doing what comes naturally - a
man naturally wants to be close to his buddies, and
what better way is there than by being naked with them
in bed, and fucking?  All that other shit, like 'team
bonding' when you're playing football and stuff like
that is just a pale imitation.  No, skin on skin, one
body  against another....."

As I said this I pulled Chad closer to me again, and
lowered my voice to be encouraging.  "See, it feels
good to be close to me now, doesn't it?  You like
feeling my naked skin against yours, don't you?"

"Yes", he whispered.  So with my other hand I reached
down between his legs and started to fondle his dick.

"And this feels good, too, doesn't it?  It feels good
to have another man's hand on your dick?  Only another
man can know just how good that feels, can't he?  How
can a woman ever know what pleasure a man gets from
his dick?"

"Yes", he whispered back, so I pressed my face close
to his, and kissed him gently on the lips, and when
his mouth opened slightly, I pushed my tongue in and
we began to kiss passionately, in the way that only
two strong, confident men can.  And after you've done
that, your hands naturally start to explore each
other, don't they?  And after that, well, one thing
naturally leads to another, and we lay down (their
other guys, seeing our passion, made room for us).  I
fucked him long and slowly first, showing him how two
men can really please each other.  And then I lay back
and "encouraged" him to take me - he tried to put the
stuff I'd shown him into practice, but you know how it
is with young guys - they just can't restrain
themselves, and in his excitement and enthusiasm, he
gave me a real hard fucking!

After that, there didn't seem to be any stopping Chad!
 He experimented with sex with all the other guys over
the next week or so, and I like to think that it was
my straight talk to him that showed him the truth
about sex - it was good to see a young guy like that
really starting to enjoy life, and do the things that
young guys should.

___________________________

We'd all enjoyed the trip out to the River Park that
Steve had arranged for us that one time, and we all
kept hoping the experience would be repeated.  So when
Steve appeared at the hated Sunday service shortly
after this, and when he told us to stay in the yard
whilst he went to lock up the other slaves, our
spirits began to rise.  It was odd, though, as when he
came back he made us go through the showers again,
then he stood there and watched as we shaved, and he
shouted at us to trim our pubes neatly, and to cut our
fingernails and everything.  And finally, when we were
dry, he handed out bottles of slave oil and told us to
get massaging it into each other - we didn't usually
do this, as we were "working" slaves, not show
animals, but I have to say that afterwards we did look
good, standing there with our pelts glowing softly
with the sheen it produced.

We were pretty pissed off then, though, as instead of
being lined up behind his trap as we had been before,
Steve took us over and told us to get the dray out.
There was a lot of almost angry muttering from all of
us - since the arrival of Chad we'd been working even
harder than ever as we'd managed to speed up
deliveries so much that we were in effect doing double
what we had, and now Steve seemed to be eating into
our "leisure" time, if you can call it that.  Steve
heard this, of course, and took it out on Sarge,
telling him to keep us properly in order and that he
"looked to Sarge to keep us in line", and that "didn't
you fucking slaves know that you worked seven days a
week, if that was what your master needed?"

Actually,  I suppose it wasn't all that bad as pulling
the totally empty dray was a breeze compared to what
we normally had to contend with on the long uphill
pull towards the city.  But it was strange to be going
into the parking lot in front of the train station,
though, as that was somewhere we usually didn't go at
all.  We all stood there, properly trained by now not
to move away from the dray even though we were not
shackled to it, with our heads bowed.  It wasn't all
that unpleasant as it was a mild morning, and not
raining or anything, and I suppose it was better than
being locked in our cage - except that I'd been
looking forward  to a session of hot, sweaty sex with
Chad; but then, we could always do that when we got
back.

It seems Steve was using us for some sort of taxi
service, as he came out of the station some time later
with a guy about his own age, and a woman who looked
to be the guy's girlfriend.  The guy and girl stopped
as if astonished when they first saw us, and Steve
snapped at Chad to get over there and take their bags.
 He then had to help them up to sit on the driver's
seat, Chad lashed the luggage securely on the back,
and we set off - Steve ordered Chad to jog alongside
us, rather than riding.    It was quite interesting,
actually, as instead of doing our kind of "normal"
rounds in the city and the suburbs, we went way, way
out - all along Piney Hills Road, and then into deep
"executive" country where the mansions were all in
their own spacious grounds, and we could see parties
of slaves cutting the grass and stuff like that, even
on a Sunday.  Mind you, I think Steve put on a bit of
a show - we were at a fast jog, and were able to
maintain that easily with an empty dray; but he kept
on cracking and snapping the whip above our heads, and
even let it "caress" our butts occasionally, as if to
show the other two he was really in charge  (by
"caress", I mean that most of the sting of the whip
had been dissipated by the time it touched us - Steve
was an accomplished driver, and could vary the pain he
caused us at will.  If he was in a bad mood we knew we
really had to pull out all the stops, or otherwise our
butts would actually bleed sometimes from the power he
could put in to the whip when he wanted to).

My suspicions about Steve were confirmed - he
obviously was a rich man's son, as I'd thought when he
turned up in his own pony trap that time.  Well, I
suppose he was, as from the snatches of conversation
we could hear, it turned out that the guy and girl
were his best buddy, and that guy's fiancé.  And if
his buddy lived in a mansion like the one we dropped
them off at, then I guessed Steve's family was pretty
well off, too.

Steve drove us back to the yard after that, without
all the flashy whip work this time, and it was almost
as good as an afternoon out.  But there was a shock
later that evening:  we were all generally messing
about with each other, fucking and so on, as we were
all so relaxed.  Then the door opened, and Steve came
in accompanied by his buddy, and the girl!  Well, it
just goes to show you:  we still had the power to be
embarrassed - I mean, we'd got used to running naked
through the streets, and living naked, and having
people see us erect and all the other things we'd
never have dreamed of when we were free men.  But
somehow having this girl come here into the slave
quarters, and having her peering at us through the
bars of our cage as we were fucking, was a wholly new
experience!

She gave a little scream and ran out, but Steve and
his buddy kind of laughed, and I reckon the buddy
would have liked to have stopped and watched - I did
wonder if he was Steve's fuck buddy, and was vaguely
excited at the thought of seeing nine superb bodies
like us in action. Who knows?

It's little incidents like that that broke up the
otherwise fairly routine lives we now lead, I suppose.
 We all talked about it most of the week, wondering
why this classy-looking bitch had been so upset at
seeing us.  And we might have gone on speculating
about it had it not been for the fact that week Chad
really became "one of us" - we'd mostly finished our
delivery round and Steve turned off the main highway
and drove us down into the rather seedy part of town
where all the strip clubs and so on are - closed at
that time in the afternoon, of course.  It's a bit
restricted for parking down there, and Steve had to
drive around for a bit before he found a space we
could get the dray in to, and then he left us, and
went off with Chad.

We stood around waiting patiently, as we were used to
doing now, just enjoying not having to work, and after
a time Steve strode back with Chad behind him: a Chad
not walking with his usual exuberant young guy's walk.
 As he got to us and turned around, we saw why -
right across his back there was now a huge "9", so
Chad had been tattooed, just as we all were, and I
expect Steve had had it done on one of the parlours in
this part of town.  We all gave a cheer, seeing that
Chad was now really "just like us", and Steve smiled
and didn't seem annoyed that we'd broken training by
doing this.  Mind you, Chad was sore for a couple of
days and that did cramp his style a bit as he couldn't
lie on his back to get fucked, and couldn't really put
himself really in to it when he was doing the fucking!
 He was really pleased, though that he truly was "part
of the team" in all respects, and I know he really
relished being seen to be exactly the same as the rest
of us big, hard men.

We got to do this trip on Sundays to the train station
quite often, I suppose, and although it wasn't as good
as going to the park, it was at least a change.
Curiously, though, the girl who'd been with Steve's
mate (we knew by now he was called Stu, from what we'd
heard of their conversation) never reappeared.
Instead, the next time we picked them up it was a
different girl - and judging by the way she was all
over Stu, I reckon she must have been a real cracker!
That guy must be some sort of real babe magnet, and we
all wondered whether he and Steve were also fuck
buddies as they were so alike otherwise.  This new
lady, though, was properly used to slaves:  she came
into the shed with the two men and when she looked
through the bars at us she wasn't a bit worried by
what she saw.  In fact, she asked Steve to bring Chad
out, which he did, of course, and she ran her hands up
and down his body, "testing" him as free men who are
used to handling slaves do.  Then she looked at this
Stu and said, mischievously, "If you ever wear
yourself out in bed, I'll ask Steve to lend us this
one!  He's the same age as you,  I reckon, but he's in
much better shape....."

Steve cut her of then, and laughed.  "You're too late,
Marie-Loue.  Young nine there is one for the boys -
he's a real stud, but he prefers to be with his
buddies...."

She reached down and without a trace of shame began to
stroke Chad's dick.  "Now, let me see if  I can prove
you wrong, Steve.... .you're always bragging about how
well you know your slaves....."

All of us clustered at the bars to se what would
happen, and we began to laugh as Chad blushed deep
red, the flush spreading down from his face all over
his shoulders.   He did go hard, actually  - well,
when you're nineteen and your dick is stroked, you do,
don't you?  And it doesn't matter whether it's a guy
or a girl doing it, it's purely mechanical.  But we
all reckoned he wasn't boned up as nearly as hard as
he was when we did it to him, something which Steve
pointed out before all them of them left us in peace.


Shortly after that visit Steve called us all together
one morning and said that  he'd decided that we were
going to enter the local County Show or something.  He
explained that there were various classes, for studs,
breeders, house servants, and all that kind of stuff,
but that he'd decided to enter us into the "slave
drawn vehicles" category as with the company's name on
the dray, it would be excellent publicity for them.
That night we all sat around talking about it, and I
reckoned it would be a lot more work for all of us:
Sarge seemed very cross when he heard me say that, and
thought that I was being disloyal to Steve.  He
reckoned that doing something like this "together"
would be good for morale, and it would anyway make a
change in our routine for all of us, and he said this
was always a good idea.  The boot was on the other
foot the next morning, though:  when he came to unlock
us, Steve said that he'd been thinking about it
overnight, and he reckoned that to have a chance
against all the pony traps and stuff like that, our
dray would have to be something special, and  he'd
decided that we were going to enter as if we were
"clones" - so some modifications were necessary for
us.  He called Sarge and a couple of the other guys
over and told them he was going to have hem
circumcised to be more like the rest of us!

Sarge started to shout and swear at him, calling him
all kinds of vile names and telling him that he had no
right to do that to a man.    Steve looked furious,
and told Sarge quietly that he was already looking at
a severe punishment, and that if he didn't shut up
immediately, he'd have him gagged.  Well, Sarge didn't
shut up, and Steve called the guards in an they sort
of herded him into a corner of the cage, and then
gagged him  - one of those metal O-ring gags, like
we'd been given when we first arrived.

Steve then went up to Sarge and said quietly, above
the noise of Sarge's continuing groaning through the
bit "Look, fucker, I thought you and I understood each
other, and that we'd got an agreement that you ran
these guys as if you were still a sergeant, and that
you obeyed me as an officer!  Is this how you were in
the army, whenever an order came that you didn't agree
with?"

Well, Sarge didn't shut up and it was only the threat
of the guards' prods that stopped him from flooring
Steve, I reckon.  It was a bit unfair of Steve,
actually, I think, as after all not too many guys in
the army get told that they've got to have the 'skin
cut off their dicks.  I mean, for those of us who were
cut at birth it's no big deal, as what you've never
had you don't miss.  But those guys with 'skins seemed
really attached to them (no pun intended!), and when
we were messing about together, Sarge was always
telling me how much better it was to have a 'skin.
Well, I suppose it is fun to slide it up and down and
see the head pop out and all of that kind of thing,
but actually I reckon Sarge was making far too much of
it, risking a whipping and whatever.  After all, if
Steve said he was going to have Sarge and the others
'skinned, that's what was going to happen, wasn't it,
regardless of how Sarge protested?

"Listen, you fucking slave", Steve went on to Sarge,
"If I'd had you done when I bought you at the auction,
they'd have done it there and then, on the spot, with
no anaesthetic or anything.  As it is, I'm paying to
have the veterinarian come by before he does his
normal rounds, and have agreed that you can have a jab
in your dick before he starts cutting.  Now, fucking
shut up, before I change my mind and give you
something to really shout and complain about!  I don't
care whether you want to lose your 'skin or not,
understand?  I've decided it's to go, to make you look
like the others - I can hardly have them grow a new
'skin, after all - and that's all there is to it.
You're a slave, and what I choose to have done to you
is what happens."

I don't think Steve wanted to hurt Sarge and the
others really, and held the guards back from giving
Sarge the good prodding he really deserved,   So he
called Jed and me over and told us to grab Sarge, and
when the vet came into the cage, we had to hold Sarge
down - me sitting astride his chest, and Jed on his
legs - whilst he gave Sarge an injection, and then did
the deed.  I must say the guy seemed to be an expert
at this - he used all sorts of little rings and
scalpels and things, but it was all over in a couple
of minutes.  With Sarge's bad example, though, we had
to hold the other two down as well, and I reckon all
three of them make much too much of it.

It wasn't over for poor Sarge yet, though, as Steve
obviously had to punish him for his outburst.  Well, I
mean, if he hadn't punished Sarge,  all of us would
have lost respect for Steve, wouldn't we?  I didn't
want to see Sarge hurt, but I can kind of see that an
owner has to be firm or else things fall to pieces.
Steve therefore went over to Sarge, who was now
standing there with a plaster around his dick, which
made him look really funny, and told Sarge that he'd
take the gag out of him if Sarge had calmed down, and
if he would remain silent, and that he was going to
get eight cane strokes, four on each butt cheek.

I saw the look of defiance that flashed across Sarge's
face for an instant before he nodded his agreement,
and Steve, with some justification, I suppose, snapped
"You've just earned yourself two more strokes for
that, two!"

Steve made Sarge pull the horse over to the front of
the bars so we could all see, and curtly old Sarge to
get on it.  Interestingly, though, he didn't use the
shackles to hold Sarge down, and it was as if Steve
was somehow daring Sarge to move away from the cane,
or in some way requiring Sarge to show that he
willingly accepted Steve's punishment.

It is pretty humiliating to have a nineteen year old
cane you, especially if you're a big, mature guy like
Sarge, and it was made worse by the way Steve spent a
lot of time initially fiddling with all the
adjustments on the horse to get Sarge's ass at a level
that was "right" for Steve, and then kicking at
Sarge's ankles to make him spread his legs wide so we
could see Sarge's big dick and balls hanging down.
The strokes came slowly, inexorably one after the
other, and we could tell this was not "play" - Sarge's
whole body jerked forward almost convulsively as each
one landed, and almost immediately a livid red stripe
appeared across his butt.  Sarge didn't cry out,
though, even though it was perfectly clear that he was
hurt badly by the cane:  it was as if he and Steve
were locked in some sort of battle of wills with each
other, a battle which Sarge was determined to win (but
which, realistically, he was going to lose, given the
absolute power over us that Steve had).

Although I felt sorry for Sarge and the other guys,
all of us got a shock next, though:  when we were
taken to the showers to get cleaned up before starting
our work, Steve said that in order to achieve this
"clone" look we were all going to be totally shaved -
well, from the eyebrows down, anyway!  I remembered
how young Chad had looked when he'd had all his pubes
shaved off when he first came to us, and how it made
him look even more like a young kid than he actually
was, and the thought that I'd soon look the same way
was just awful.  I think a guy needs a bit of hair to
prove to everyone that he is a man, and although, on
the whole, I thought that losing most of my very big
pubic bush had actually been an improvement, I
couldn't imagine how  I was going to feel about losing
it all, and the thatch on my pecs, and the treasure
trail across my belly....

All of us were mumbling and moaning and were giving
the slaves who did the trimming and shaving a really
hard time until Steve called out that the next guy to
complain would get a couple of strokes of the cane,
and that shut us up.  I began to see why Sarge was so
very pissed off, though, as I had to stand there and
see my "manhood" disappearing down the drain, and
afterwards we all stood around looking at each other
as if we were different guys, which, in a way, we
were, I suppose.

"Good!", Steve said, as he had us lined up to inspect
us.  "We've got time for the tan to spread to those
bits of you that were shielded from the sun, so by
Show time you should all look agreeably tanned all
over.  But make sure you rub sun cream in today - I
don't want any of you getting blisters or burns.  Now
I've seen how satisfactory it is to have you shaved
like this, I'll think on about your hair - with this
mixture of colours you've got, it does somewhat spoil
the effect, and I reckon that having you smooth all
over, just glistening with oil, might make more of a
spectacle.

It was odd, though, running through the streets like
that with absolutely no vestige of hair to shield my
body from the gaze of passers by.  It was almost like
the first day again, well, not quite as bad, of
course, but it was different.   I reckoned Sarge was
in for more punishment that night, too, as when we
were all back in our cage Steve came up to select a
slave to fuck, and chose Sarge.  We all kind of
thought that he'd do it right there, on the horse, but
Steve told Sarge to follow him off to the Bachelor
Draymen's Quarters, We all shouted encouragement to
him as he went off, as we thought that Steve would
really fuck him hard that night in an effort to
reassert some of the control he'd lost earlier.  It
was funny, though, as Sarge didn't come back that
night, and the following morning here he was, standing
behind Steve as Steve came to unlock us.  The poor guy
must really have a sore ass, I thought, if Steve had
been fucking him all night - and Sarge didn't really
like taking dick all that much at the best of times.

Steve stood there then and told us that he had indeed
been thinking, and having watched us all the previous
day had decided that he liked the totally shaved look,
and that on reflection he thought that having some of
us dark haired and some of us fair haired rather
spoiled the total "clone" look he was aiming at.  We
all started to moan as we realised he was thinking
about having our heads totally shaved as well,  and,
interestingly, Sarge at once balled at us to shut the
fuck up when master Steve was speaking - he seemed to
have had a change of mood over night!

We were absolutely the last in line to be loaded up
that morning, as it took the "grooms" ages to carry
out Steve's orders - rather than having us totally
shaved, he'd decided that we should have a three inch
wide strip left down the middle of our heads so it was
a Mohican cut.  And then, as some of us would still be
fair and some dark, the slaves rubbed bleach into our
hair to take out all the colour, and finished off with
hair dye:  we all had a fucking dark green stripe
running down the middle of our heads, and we really
now did look all alike - although the shock of seeing
guys with hair like that tended to make you focus on
it, I suppose, so other small differences between us
tended to be less conspicuous.  He even thought of a
further refinement, and a couple of days later, when
they were touching up the hair dye, the slaves
finished off by rubbing wax into our hair so that the
dark green stood up rigidly from our skulls, making it
look a bit like those Roman soldier types you see
pictures of with their plumed helmets.

It turned out that the County Show was on a Saturday,
so we thought at first that it would be a welcome day
off for us from our work.  But not so - Steve had us
working away most of the previous night, and from the
very early morning, cleaning and polishing the dray.
Well we always did have to keep it clean and really
spick and span, but this was way beyond that - we
almost took it apart into its component parts, so
every single square millimetre of it could be cleaned
and polished, and then polished again!  And we didn't
escape, either:  the night before we had to start
rubbing slave oil into each other as Steve said he
wanted a real "depth of gloss" on us, too - mind you,
that made it quite interesting when we did at last get
locked into our cage, as even though we were dog tired
the effect of our oiled bodies sliding over each other
made for some really great sex.

It seemed almost silly to have wasted all that effort
in cleaning the dray, though, as it had rained a bit
overnight and the streets were dirty.  There was no
way we were going to get the dray to the Show Grounds
in peak condition, until Jon came out, saw Steve's
dilemma, and suggested hat our dray was loaded onto
one of the others, and it could be carried that way.
It was tough actually picking it up and manhandling it
into place, as I've told you how sturdy and heavy a
dray is, but it was worth it:  Steve pointed out that
we were all oiled up, too, and that our bodies would
get dirty, and so we got to ride on the other dray as
well!  I did feel a bit sorry for the other team
having to drag us and our dray trough the streets, but
it was really a novel experience for us.

We had to wait for what seemed like hours, lined up
with all the pony traps and such like at the Show
until the judges came along, and all the time Sarge
kept hissing at us to keep stock still, and to
maintain a proper "rest" position against the pulling
bars - it was worse than being on one of those fucking
ceremonial parades, where you have to wait around for
ever.  And it was odd having the crowds swirling
around us, and commenting on our bodies, and our hair
particularly:  Steve had certainly thought of
something that set us apart from the rest!  Young Chad
wasn't left out, either:  Steve wanted to keep him
apart from the rest of us so as not to spoil the
"clone" effect of eight men who were so evenly matched
- even though his body had filled out, and he was a
really good-looking guy now that anyone would enjoy
fucking.  So he had to stand on the back of the dray,
holding a big poster in the air advertising the
Company's services - it must have been really tough
for him, as it's not easy to stand for any length of
time like that.

Trotting around the arena was easy, actually, and it
kind of made us all feel proud when we heard the roar
of applause that greeted us.  The tension when the
judges came to inspect us closely was almost
unbearable, though - not that we weren't all used to
having men's hands all over our bodies by now, but it
was the excitement, as I think we all knew we were
probably in the top few, given the reaction from the
crowd.

We had to pull forward with a couple of ponies and
their traps then and we knew we were in the final
three, and we were almost quivering with excitement as
the judges walked up and down making their final
selection.  And we won - first prize!  The
best-looking slaves in the whole fucking place!  The
judges went to pin the first prize rosette somewhere,
but of course there was nowhere as we were all naked:
Steve explained that we were "voice trained" and so
didn't need harnesses or bits or anything like the
trap ponies, and so the judges decided to tie it onto
two's dick!  We all started to snigger a bit, as he
looked a bit like Tarzan or Adam or someone like that,
with a tiny figleaf barely covering him (especially
as, like the rest of us, he'd gone hard with the
general tension and excitement).  Steve's buddy Stu
and his girlfriend ran on then to congratulate Steve,
and she ran up to each of us and kissed us lightly on
the cheek - if I hadn't been erect before I would have
been then, as it's the first time I'd felt the silky
skin of a woman in a long time.

For the rest of the day we had to stand there then,
with the crowds admiring us and with lots of photos
being taken and all that sort of stuff, and then Steve
allowed us to walk home very slowly - not that we
couldn't have run, but perhaps he wanted to prolong
that feeling of "all being winners together" that we
had.  He fed us a double ration, too, and,
interestingly, we were all still rock hard - he'd not
allowed any of us to have sex for two days as he'd
explained he wanted us to "show" well, but even I was
surprised at how solid and prolonged my erection was
and I was really looking forward to some relief.

Steve locked the door of the cage, and as he turned to
walk away, Sarge called out "Steve, sir...."

Steve turned, and Sarge went on "The guys and me, sir,
would really like you to spend the night with us.  We
had a fantastic day, working as a real team, and
you're part of it, sir, training us and everything....
Let's not call  a halt now as it's still early
evening.  Don't spoil the day - let's make it go on as
long as possible."

Steve looked suspicious.  "Two, that's one of the
nicest things a lot of slaves has ever said to me.
But you must know I can't do that... A master can't
lock himself in with a lot of tough, strong slaves
like you.... It mightn't be safe."

"Sir, please!  You've got my word, sir!  None of us
would hurt you - we've seen you're a good master, not
like that bastard who treated young Chad - that's
nine, sir - and his mates so badly.  You've got my
word, sir, my personal word, that if anything does
happen, I'll defend you..."

Steve looked doubtful for a moment, then unlocked the
cage door and came in.  He stripped off his Company T
shirt and shorts, and stood there naked in front of
us.  He was remarkably like Chad, actually - Chad was
dark brown and hairless of course, and his collar
shone in the light, whereas Steve had nice thatches of
hair on his pecs, and all around his cock and balls;
and  there was a big white stripe as he clearly wore
swimming shorts to the pool.  But I think I'm not the
only one who thought about the irony of it all - young
Chad had volunteered to serve his country and was now
here as a slave, whereas Steve had just gone to
college down here in the South, and now was our
master.

He seemed excited as he saw all of us watching him -
it must take a lot of courage to strip off in front of
a lot of big, beefy older guys like us, all of whom
were in fantastic shape (and all of whom were boned
up!), and we began to smile as we saw his dick
starting to erect.  I reckon he was lucky, though,
that Sarge didn't say something as we all couldn't
help noticing that out of the ten of us in there, he
was the only one with a 'skin still!  We wondered what
was going to happen next, but it was Chad who took the
initiative - he went up to Steve, put his arms around
him and started to kiss him deeply.  Sarge went up
behind him then and pushed his body hard against
Steve, and I could feel my dick really starting to
ache hard as I imagined how it would feel to Steve to
have Sarge's hard cock nuzzling at his ass crack.

Well, once the ice had been broken like that, there
was no stopping us.  I can't remember who I fucked,
and how many times I did it - but I do know that at
one point I must have been up Steve's ass as I could
feel all the wiry hairs around his hole, and of course
he was the only one amongst us who had any hair like
that at all.  It went on and on - we drifted in and
out of sleep, but there was always a mouth, or an ass,
or a cock that needed attention as we thrashed around
all night in the confined space of our cage.

I reckon that was the best day, and night, that I'd
ever spent in my whole life.  All the guys together,
working for a common purpose, the way we were judged
the best in the County, the way we all bonded - even
Steve - and that utterly fantastic night.  If I had
the power to stop time, I'd have done so at about
three in the morning, so it could have gone on for
ever like that.

Life was a bit of an anticlimax after that - Steve
looked a bit embarrassed as he disentangled himself
from the forest of bodies and limbs the next morning,
and hastily pulled on his uniform shorts and T, and it
seemed that the easiest way of managing from then on
was just to pretend that that fantastic night had
never happened - Steve went back to being our master,
and we dropped back into our routine as slaves.

There was a flurry of excitement when Steve's buddy
Stu got married and we were the bridal carriage - the
dray was all decked out in white flowers and ribbons
and stuff, and we stood outside the church to take
them off to the reception.  They even pressed poor
Chad into service to walk in front of them down the
path, strewing rose petals around - I reckon he was
really embarrassed, as were we all, as we had to wear
garlands of fresh flowers around our necks to cover
our collars, and we had huge satin bows tied around
our dicks and balls to complete the "festive look".
Steve didn't allow us to go to the reception or
anything, though, and we had to stand there in the
parking lot, along with some ponies and a whole lot of
cars with their chauffeurs, until he was ready to go
home.  And when we got there, he locked us up without
even a word.

I reckon he knew he was going - the talk was that his
father was so pleased at the way he increased
productivity by using Chad as an en-route sorter that
he promoted him.  He just disappeared one day, and
never said goodbye or anything - not even to Sarge,
who I reckon he had a bit of a soft spot for.  There
was a problem then as we were a dray without a driver,
and they really had too many drays and drivers anyway,
as Steve's innovation was adopted generally. So they
began to sell us off - Sarge went first, as he was the
oldest and had the least "life" as a worker left, and
then, gradually, most of us.   Jed and me are still
together, though, as they took the opportunity to weed
out some poor-performing slaves from another dray and
replaced them by us - I still really like the guy
somehow, even though he's not as bright as some of the
other guys:  it must be that big, rangy body and that
open face with its wide open smile.

They decided Chad was not really dray material:   he
was tall and well muscled, but not "dense" like the
rest of us. But we do still see him around as we're on
our scheduled deliveries in the city:  he was
retrained as a trap pony, and belongs to some
fashionable lady who likes to take him out most days
to the mall and the stores:  she hasn't let him
re-grow any of his hair, but the Mohican is now his
natural colour.  We've not been able to speak to him
ever, even when he's been tethered outside a store
we've been delivering to, as, like all trap ponies, he
now wears a bit constantly.  But he looks in
superlative condition - he must be exercised in
addition to his pony work as he's muscled up properly
all over.  I wonder if he's getting fucked, or is
fucking, though, as he shows "hard" most of the time
we see him.

All the things I've written about seem so long ago now
- on the dray, it's not hard to forget the passage of
time except for the seasonal changes - are we broiling
under the sun, or shivering in the cold?  Life goes on
for us, but it's five years now since the end of the
war and when we were enslaved, and I've got reconciled
to never having a "proper" life again.  But it's not
right, is it, to take soldiers, brave soldiers, who
were just obeying orders, and turn them into naked
animals working as slaves?  Look how different things
are for Steve - we still see him sometimes, as he's a
big boss and visits the depot - and Chad; and yet at
one time they'd both have been much the same, with
nice homes, loving parents....

I wrote this as one day in the city someone slipped me
a scrap of paper.  It was from the Abolitionists,
saying they needed "real" stories telling of how cruel
life as a slave is, to further their cause.  I've
managed to do it, smuggling in a couple of pages of
blank paper at a time, and smuggling them out when
I've written all over them - you may think it's silly,
but you try it, when  you're totally and utterly
naked!  I know the risks, of course- a whipping with
the bull whip is the least I could expect for daring
to write something like this.  But it has to be done,
if we are ever to eradicate this evil from our country
and put things "back the way they were".  The trouble
is I don't think it will ever happen in my lifetime,
and I'll die pushing on the fucking dray pole.  Still,
I suppose I'm the only one who really writes about the
taking of free men and turning them into animals - I
bet fucking Steve never bothered!


THE END

Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com     London,
February-June, 2006.