Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 16:42:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Middle Class Slave Revisited Chapter 15

A Middle Class Slave Revisited
By Steam Train    (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)

Chapter 15: Technique of dominance.


I thought I was still fit but those first weeks back
in the coffle were absolute murder.

I survived, just, but the total mind numbing
repetitiveness of working the fields followed by the
complete physical exhaustion was too much for some of
our new coffle members.

I don't recall it happening in my first coffle but one
of the guys who were newly enslaved just totally
collapsed one day in the field. At first the overseer
used his tawse on the fallen slave but when this
produced no response the overseer made a call on his
cell phone.

The unfortunate slave was not breathing and one of our
coffle who had in his previous life obviously had some
medical training begged the overseer to allow him to
help. With some reluctance the overseer agreed and
with great difficulty as we were all still wired
together he worked with the assistance of another
slave in applying CPR.

After about ten minutes, it's hard to judge when you
have no watch, a van appeared with two guards and two
slaves. We were unwired and rearranged minus the
collapsed slave. He was taken away on the truck and we
went back to work minus one member.

We never saw the collapsed slave again. One of the
coffle asked after him to a guard and was prodded on a
light stun for speaking out of turn. The guard however
then told him that our colleague had died.

It was a sombre cell that night.

When you work so close and intimate with a group of
guys you feel the loss. I didn't know the guy well. We
all spoke very little at night. Exhaustion meant
everyone just wanted to sleep for as long as we were
allowed.

Cal was in my opinion a candidate for collapsing as
well. He was the oldest slave in any of the coffles.
You rarely saw a slave over forty in a coffle. The
hard grind of working the fields took its toll and I
suspected the older slaves were shipped out to the
mines when they could not keep up with their younger
companions.

I admit I was struggling myself. My body was taking
longer to recover. When I was 23 I bounced back
quickly, now my body was telling me every day that I
was middle aged.

Alex was not a physical guy but he was still in his
late twenties and after the initial three weeks he
seemed to pick up a bit. He was going to make it
through, I though.

In the next week our coffle was rearranged. We were
given a replacement for the dead slave. Again it was a
newly enslaved guy. He looked so young and terrified.

I took him under my wing and tried to comfort him. His
name was Craig. He said he was trying to be a man. The
law said he was now a man at sixteen years of age but
he was ashamed that he was crying like a boy but he
confessed willingly that he was shit scared.

As he told me his story the cell stopped and listened.
He was only just sixteen. He liked to spray graffiti
and was a pretty good artist at it but of course
graffiti was an anti social behaviour. He had been
caught before when he was thirteen and again when he
was fifteen.

Both times he had been sentenced under the `NEWDD',
`Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress'
Programme for Juvenile Deterrence that many states had
adopted after seeing the success of President
Shelley's slave reforms.

Public nudity as I had discovered both in court and at
the golf club was a powerful tool. Though the state
had recently passed new public decency laws and slaves
had to kept `decent' in public so as not to offend the
decency of all those nice free citizens the law still
allowed for the stripping of slaves in public as a
means of specific punishment and humiliation. NEWDD
juveniles were also exempted from the decency laws on
the same grounds.

NEWDD or `nudie', as it was popularly pronounced had
quietened Craig down for a while. At thirteen and
again at fifteen to be paraded around home, school and
in public in the nude like a slave was totally
humiliating and usually had the desired effect.

Most juveniles sentenced under NEWDD never reoffended.


Craig was one of the few exceptions and when he was
caught a third time painting a nice rural scene on the
wall of an abandoned factory the Judge declared him a
habitual offender and a public nuisance. He was
sentenced to the forfeiture of his freedom and
enslaved for the rest of his natural life."

At only just sixteen Craig struggled with the harsh
work load that the coffle was expected to perform and
when he failed to respond satisfactorily to the
demands of the overseers tawse we were all punished.
It is a tried method. The team suffers for the failure
of the individual.

The human body is an amazing thing. Craig was not a
well developed sixteen year old though he had of
course started puberty but he pushed his slimly built
body with the help of the overseers tawse past all its
protests and barriers and within weeks was working to
the same capacity as the rest of us.

Cal took a liking to Craig or should I say to his
young nubile body. I confess I was no different.
Between the two of us we very gently and with slow but
calculated purpose introduced Craig to the joys of
real sex.

The first time I gingerly stroked his nips and ran my
hands down his torso, along his peach fuzz happy trail
that ran from his navel to his small dark bush of
pubic hair you could feel his muscles tensing and hear
his breathing become laboured.

Later when I gently fondled his slim five-inch
erection I could feel his body tense and it took
almost no effort before he was moaning with
unsurpassed ecstasy as he shot load after load of cum
over his chest and abdomen.

I was honest with Craig. I told him that I had seen
before I was indentured young guys like him put in the
coffles to build up their bodies. I knew he could
expect to be sold as a sex or body slave once his body
filled out. He was too good looking to be wasted in an
agricultural coffle. It was inevitable and I think he
knew enough of the world to know it was true. He did
not fight the advances of Cal or myself and when he
learnt we were both gentle and compassionate he came
to trust both of us.

Craig broke the ice as far as sex was concerned for
many of the guys in the coffle. They had seen Cal and
I do it but it was only seeing the obvious joy and
satisfaction that Craig experienced from Cal and
myself that made them begin to experiment amongst
themselves.

With my treatment of Craig, Alex also came to see me
as a caring guy not the sexual predator and animal he
first thought of me as being.

Things began to change too in our living conditions.

Masters philosophy in slave care started to have an
impact. Tubular steel four high bunk beds were
installed progressively in the cells by teams of
contract slaves who on seeing the coffles worked even
harder realising that there were far worse existences
out there than what they were experiencing.

The crap hole in the back corner was fitted with a lid
that greatly reduced the smell wafting back up into
the cell.

An outdoor shower block was constructed which all the
slaves were walked through and allowed to wash off in
at the end of each day.

These were real luxuries especially for the life
slaves who had worked for Green Bay Farms for a long
time.

Boss Neill also introduced some fundamental changes in
the way the farm was run.

One trusted and experienced slave was appointed as an
Alpha slave for each coffle. The Alpha slave was the
overseer. They were issues with tawses.

The effect of this move was that there was now
something to aim for in your slave life. To be an
overseer and to share a less cramped cell with other
overseers was a major reward.

It could however also be used as a punishment.

After only two weeks of this scheme two of the
overseers found them selves back in the coffle demoted
for inappropriate behaviour. I found the new slave
overseers to be tougher than their free counterparts.
They knew from harsh experience just how much we could
take and extracted just that bit more.

I was still worried about Cal's health. He seemed to
be going down hill slowly but steadily.

The scheme had been set up before I left the residence
that if I ever needed to get Aaron Neill's attention
without giving away my secret I was to have a coughing
fit as he did his inspections. I decided I needed to
act regarding Cal.

That evening I was cleaned up and taken up to the big
house. The guards I am sure felt the `boss' was going
to have some fun but in fact behind closed doors we
talked.

Aaron looked uneasy. I was too. Who wouldn't be
standing naked in front of your fully clothed former
student? This was a complete change of roles for us.

I asked permission to speak and told Aaron of my
concerns for Cal. He listened then said he would
organise something after he had thought things
through.

My report broke the ice so to speak and when I had
finished Aaron motioned for me to sit. We talked about
how I was going and about my coffle. Aaron asked
specifically about Craig. He had put him in my coffle
in the hope I could protect him. I told him how we
were progressing and he confirmed that once he was
fully built up and mature he hoped to make good money
from his sale.

I asked how he was going. Aaron said he was finding it
a challenge but he was confident he would succeed. The
costs of the new beds, showers etc were only partly
offset by the reduction in straw costs and overseers
wages.

I mentioned that he needed to watch that the Alpha
slaves did not get carried away. He was encouraged
that they were getting that little bit extra out of us
but promised to ensure the discipline was fair and
deserved.

Then the shock came.

"Well I suppose I had better legitimise this visit hey
Steve" Aaron stated.

"Boss ????"

He reached over and started stroking my limp cock.

I pulled back but he said "Steady Steve".

"I was always jealous of Josh and his access to your
body. Do this for me please?' Aaron asked.

Well I mean he asked nicely didn't he.

I don't know how far Aaron had planned in going but I
wasn't sent back till very early the next morning. He
fucked me, well he was the `boss' but I got to fuck
him too. All the long hours of managing the farm back
into profitability had left Aaron a very horney and
sexually frustrated young man. By the next morning he
was almost too exhausted to do any work but he sure
wasn't sexually frustrated any more.

I suffered in the coffle the next day. They all knew
where I had been and why I was there. I showed it in
my work. I felt the tawse more that day than any
other. I couldn't have sex for half the night then
complete a day's hard physical labour anymore without
slacking.

A couple of days later the coffles were reorganised.
Cal was made overseer of the cleaning coffle that had
to clean out the slave quarters and yards whilst we
were out working the fields.

This took him away from me but with the protection of
his `overseers' position he was safe and away from the
life sapping toil of work in the fields. I saw him
most evenings as we showered and returned to our
cells. He looked better almost immediately and within
a few weeks was the picture of health.

Look there is not much more I can tell you about my
year back in the coffle. It was the same boring
routine day in day out. I was bought up to the big
house two more times over the year but that was the
only respite from the total physical and mental
drudgery.

At night the action heated up. I was Craig's protector
but my position did not go unchallenged. There was as
you would expect in every group those guys who liked
to dominate and those who like to be dominated. It was
inevitable that the dominant males in our coffle would
fight it out to see who was the most dominant.

I was an old hand at this and it was not all about
brute strength. If it was I would have struggled a
bit. Technique was also essential. I had the technique
from years of dominating coffles.

Two of the dominant males in our first coffle learnt
what it's like to be a bottom at the expense of my
cock. The screams and curses as I took their
previously virgin cherries made for good
entertainment.

Even Alex seemed to approve of these two guys being
taken down a notch. I had long learnt from Matt that
you try to be gentle first. Word soon spreads that
you're a good person to be with and soon I had no
problems having a body every night to share my small
bed with. A lot of guys like to be dominated as long
as it's done gently with love and compassion.

Eventually even Alex was coming to me for sex. He was
under my protection anyway but hey if he felt he
needed to ensure he had my protection then was I going
to tell him he didn't really need to go to bed with
me?

The months passed and I lost track of all time and was
surprised when boss Neill came down to our cell early
one morning called out Alex and myself and informed us
that we were being picked up that morning along with
Cal, as our indenture was over.

Poor Craig, he was distraught. I was his protector and
lover. He cried out "No please don't leave me here
Steve".

I felt really bad and I guess my panicked look was
noticed by the boss. When one of the guards went to
remove Craig the boss told him to leave Craig too.

Aaron went over to Craig and carried out a full
inspection of Craig's body as only owners can do.

Turning to another guard he instructed "This slave is
ready for some additional training to get him ready
for resale. Take him to the house; he will be trained
as my body servant'.

As Aaron turned he winked at me then said openly,
"Don't worry Steve I will look after him, he may never
get to sale if he is good at his job".


End Chapter 15 (Part 24 Continuance of Original)