Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2012 04:59:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Kernowski Subject: Slave To The Lash part 3 SLAVE TO THE LASH - THE ONLY LANGUAGE HE UNDERSTOOD WAS THE WHIP by Matthew Kernowski PART THREE Matthew kept thinking about what Ben had told him to do, if he could disassociate himself from his body then maybe the whipping he was about to receive wouldn't be so painful. The last thing he wanted to do was to cry out in pain because that would be like playing into Danvers' hands and give him more reason to whip him even harder, not that Danvers needed any justification for dishing out punishment. Matthew knew it was going to be difficult but he would try his damnedest to remain silent throughout the whipping. This set him a challenge and gave him a goal to reach, if he could take it like a man it would be like one in the eye for Danvers. It would, in effect, be like saying "Here, Danvers, do whatever the fuck you like to me, it's your body after all, so if you want to deface it with your flesh-stripping whips then be my guest!" Matthew told himself if he could remain silent for the first ten lashes then he was sure he'd be able to do so for the whole duration of the whipping. He could do his crying later when he was alone in his cell. Danvers positioned himself behind Matthew and drew back his arm in readiness of delivering the first lash. Then, putting his entire weight behind the force, he brought the whip down hard across Matthew's back, striking him diagonally. True to its claim, the shards of bone and metal snagged deep into his skin and gouged large chunks of flesh from his body as the whip was yanked from him. Matthew bit hard into his bottom lip, it was the only thing he could do to stop himself from screaming out in pain. The flesh stripper struck him again and again and despite the intensity of the pain he somehow managed to stay calm inside his head and count the strokes. Each stroke made three sounds: the swishing sound as it sliced through the air; the sickening crack as it came in contact with his flesh, and finally a sound reminiscent of somebody quickly pulling open the buttons of a press stud shirt as the snagged whip was viciously pulled from his flesh. By the third stroke Matthew could feel the warm blood running down his back When the strokes numbered ten, and Matthew had succeeded in remaining silent, he felt really proud of himself. The pain didn't get any easier but it instilled him with the confidence that if he was capable of enduring ten lashes without crying out, then there was no reason why he couldn't go the distance. Matthew had no idea if the fact that he wasn't screaming out in pain was angering Danvers. The only tell tale sign of his agony was the blood running down his chin from where he'd bitten deep into his lower lip. "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" Danvers made sure the whip struck every inch of Matthew's back, buttocks and calves rendering this whole area a mass of deep lacerations. Then, as was normal practice, Danvers repositioned himself to administer a frontal whipping and within moments, Matthew was feeling the lash across his chest and belly. "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" Every now and then the whip struck Matthew's genitals, one time even snagging onto his cock ring where, for a fleeting moment, he thought for sure it was going to result in his manhood being ripped off. After that, Danvers seemed to deliberately avoid Matthew's cock despite his earlier threat to do so. The reason behind this was that Danvers not only saw Matthew as his new slave but also his new sex toy and he did not want to totally destroy Matthew's "equipment" before he'd had chance to play with it. Plus the fact he'd paid a very high price for Matthew, so completely mangling his genitalia could wait until another time. For now he'd just concentrate on mangling the rest of his body. Eventually the whipping stopped and Danvers walked away, the flesh-stripper dripping with blood and held casually at his side. Every shard of metal and bone along the tails of the whip were covered with chunks of Matthew's flesh and congealed blood. One of Danvers' men approached carrying a sack of salt and liberally sprinkled it over Matthew's whip-ravaged body. Now Matthew did cry out as the salt burned deep into his wounds. Danvers returned twenty minutes later carrying a pot of goosefat. He handed the pot to one of his men. "Grease his butt-hole." No sooner was this carried out that Danvers was penetrating the boy and just like before, within a few minutes was making his usual pig-like grunts as he shot his load deep inside Matthew. Then, withdrawing his cock, he turned to his men. "Get him cleaned up, he's got work to do." The two men unshackled the slave and took him to the shower room and cleaned the blood from his body with the high-power hose. They brought him outside in the hot morning sun, the lacerations on his body were still bleeding profusely but they would scab over soon. After being taken to the blacksmith to have his chastity devices refitted, Matthew was assigned his tasks for the day. It was decided that for the next few weeks Matthew would be helping out at the torture shop which was basically another barn a good half-mile behind the main house and adjacent to the stables. The torture shop was run by two guys named Joe and Brian whose job it was to design and build intricate devices of torture while the blacksmith handled the smaller stuff. There was never any rivalry between the men because all three often worked together on the larger projects. Matthew's job among other things, would be to carry items to and from the two buildings. Any one of the men would accompany Matthew on these trips, he would be chained to them by means of a collar with a long chain shackled to their wrist. They would also carry a whip just in case he faltered along the way. During his waking hours Matthew was never left unsupervised whereas the slaves that worked the fields were fitted with a ball and chain to thwart any ideas of escape. This was understandable considering there were only six of Danvers men to watch over thirty-four field slaves. Escape attempts would have probably been rife if it hadn't been for the leg shackles. These facts didn't discourage Matthew from thinking about escaping, he was sure even the most conscientious of Danvers' men had to let their guard slip every now and again. His opportunity came a lot sooner than he'd anticipated. Danvers liked to vary the locations of his whippings and one morning decided to administer Matthew's flogging in the barn with his arms tied above his head. This gave Matthew a chance to check out the barn, unbeknowns to his tormentors. As was the norm, Matthew's chastity devices were removed for the whipping and even though his head was bowed he could see the blacksmith out of the corner of his eye and made a mental note of where he kept the keys. There were a series of shelves along the wall, with lots of hooks along the edges, each hook contained a bunch of keys, presumably a different bunch for each slave. There were literally hundreds of keys broken down to sets of three or four keys per ring. He noted that the keys for his shackles and chastity devices were kept on the sixth shelf up, four hooks from the left. When the whipping was over, Matthew was cut down and pushed to his knees and forced to suck Danvers' cock. It wasn't long before Danvers shot his load in Matthew's mouth. "Swallow it or I personally will castrate you with the red-hot pincers!" Danvers said threateningly. Matthew complied and swallowed his master's cum. Afterwards, Matthew's chastity devices and wrist shackles were refitted and as usual, he was then taken to the shower room to be hosed down ready to face his day's tasks. It was during one of his many trips fetching and carrying to and from the blacksmith. Brian had accompanied him but on reaching the barn the blacksmith was nowhere to be found, so Brian unlocked and removed the restraining chain from his wrist and went to look for him outside, leaving Matthew all alone in the barn. Matthew's eyes quickly scanned the barn and blacksmith's work area to make absolutely certain he was alone. He knew he'd have to act quickly so without wasting another second, he swiftly made his way over to the shelves, grabbed the keys from the hook and hid them in his mouth. He'd already had his whipping for the day and it was highly unlikely they'd want to remove his shackles twice in the same day, so hopefully no one would notice that the keys were missing until tomorrow, by which time he'd be long gone. He also hoped that no one planned to fuck him in the mouth again, it would be kind of hard to give someone a blowjob with a bunch of keys in your mouth. Luck must have been on Matthew's side, he finished his long 15-hour work day a little while later and was escorted to his cell without incident. He waited until the coast was clear before pulling the keys from his mouth. He tried them in his wrist shackles and was relieved to find they were the right keys. The same was true of the other two keys to the chastity devices. For the first time in weeks his body truly felt free. There was nothing he could do about the ring through his cock but at least now he was able to touch himself. He lay down on his bunk and masturbated and shot a huge load high into the air, which succeeded in alighting all over his whip-scarred belly. Matthew spent a few minutes in the afterglow in the full knowledge that self-pleasure was a blatant act of defiance and disrespect towards his master, Ed Danvers. If it was discovered what he'd done he'd surely be executed. Matthew's thoughts returned to his escape plan. He knew he still wasn't in the home stretch, there was still the lock on the cell door to contend with. He got up and walked over to the door and pushed against it to check it for strength. The thick wooden door had a rectangular barred window at eye-level. There was no glass in the window and he was able to put his hand through the bars to sample the freedom that lay on the other side. The whole cell-block was a kind of huge porta-cabin structure. Matthew didn't believe for one moment that it was as secure as a regular cell-block. There must have been weaknesses somewhere in the structure, he just had to find them. He sat back down to ponder the situation, he didn't want to attempt an escape too soon anyway, not while the place was crawling with Danvers' men. He decided he'd wait until the early hours when everyone was sound asleep. He started thinking about Ben and how he would have liked to have involved him in this escape plan but Ben seemed to have resigned himself to the belief that his forthcoming crucifixion was the only way out of this place. Matthew was aware that other slaves had tried to escape in the past and failed miserably. He figured it was most likely due to them being too eager to get away and not thinking things through properly subsequently leading to their haste and carelessness being their downfall. He, on the other hand, would retain a laid back approach to the whole plan. He needed to be sure he could successfully escape and get as far away from this place as possible. If he was caught, Danvers would undoubtedly have him either crucified or made to face some other gruesome method of execution. He'd seen all the torture devices, and most of those devices were designed to kill, not just torture, so he knew full well what Danvers was capable of. He probably got some kind of sick thrill out of testing his latest piece of equipment and using some unfortunate slave as a guinea pig. Matthew looked down at his torso, his once beautiful body now whip-ravaged and scarred. Despite what Ben had advised he could not accept that his body belonged to Danvers, nor would he ever accept it. Danvers had stuck to what he'd said at the slave market, about whipping Matthew every single day whether he deserved it or not. Up until the time he'd met Danvers he could not believe one man could be so cruel; the whippings, the torture, the long working hours and the fact that Danvers wouldn't even allow slaves to touch their own cocks, to the extent of implementing a device that stopped them from getting an erection. It was okay for Danvers to shoot his dirty perverted seed inside you but how wicked does a man have to be to not even allow you a little respite when you're in the privacy of your cell? Would it be so bad to allow slaves to touch themselves at the end of the day and find a little pleasure after all the pain? Danvers was evidently a very selfish man whose only concern was for his own pleasure. Matthew noticed that his cock had become hard again. He decided to make the most of it and masturbated again, it felt so good being able to play with himself again. Before tonight the last time he'd masturbated had been on the eve of the slave auction three weeks ago. He continued jacking himself off until just like before, he ejaculated all over his belly. It felt so good to enjoy the freedom of his body again, but now he had to find a way to get out of that cell. He got up and walked over to the door again, he knew the door was quite sturdy but he wanted to see if there was some way he could open it. Instinctively he knelt down and peeped through the keyhole only to find it was obstructed with something, perhaps a little metal coverplate on the outside. Suddenly it dawned on him the obstruction might actually be the key itself left in the lock. There was a good one-inch gap at the bottom of the door, it was an old trick but if he push the key out and let it fall onto something like a sheet of newspaper, he'd be able to drag the key to his side of the door. The problem was he didn't have a sheet of newspaper or something to push inside the keyhole in order to dislodge the key. Then he remembered to little ring that his shackle keys were on, if he could uncoil it he'd be able to use that as a makeshift lockpick. Now he just needed something to push under the door to catch the falling key. His eyes darted to the thin sheet of hessian sacking lying on the floor next to his bunk. This was the only form of bed linen the slaves were allowed. It was a small sheet of material totally inadequate for covering your whole body. Matthew had never used his because he found the sacking material irritated his freshly-whipped body. Nonetheless it might help him in this situation. After uncoiling the keyring he took the sheet and folded it in half and in half again. Despite the material only being thin, even folded twice, he hoped it would be sufficient enough to muffle the sound of the key as it hits the floor. Matthew was filled with nervous excitement as he jiggled the uncoiled ring inside the lock. It took several attempts and at one point he almost became disheartened and gave up but decided to give it one more try. At last he felt the key give, followed by the satisfying dull thud as it landed on the hessian sheet. Matthew almost shot another load with excitement. He gently pulled the sheet back to his side of the door and there it lay in all its glory; the answer to his freedom. Within the next few minutes he was out of cell and proceeding cautiously. The first thing he'd need was some clothes, he remembered the blacksmith kept a spare set of work clothes hanging up in the barn. The blacksmith was a big man and they'd be too big for Matthew but they were better than wearing nothing at all. A naked slave full of scars was a dead giveaway. When he reached the barn he listened outside for a few minutes to make sure nobody was in there. When he was satisfied no one was there he entered and made a beeline for the work clothes. He felt like a clown in the oversized checked shirt and coveralls. There were also a pair of boots but they were three sizes too big for Matthew. He decided they'd only hinder his progress so he dispensed with them altogether. Besides, his bare feet were quite accustomed to the rough terrain by now. He still had a mile to walk before he reached the gate of Danvers' ranch; a walk he hoped would be without incident. Fortunately there were lots of bails of hay between the barn and the gates so he'd be able to use those as cover as he made his way to freedom. The strange thing about Danvers' ranch is that it looked just like any other run-of-the-mill ranch. There were no high barbed wire fences to secure the slaves inside, Danvers clearly felt the shackles and cells were sufficient enough to hold them. When he stepped through the gate it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders and as if to emphasize this, he had another erection. It was hardly the ideal time to stop and masturbate so he continued along his way. He ran like he'd never ran before, he wouldn't be happy until he'd put at least one county between him and Danvers' torture ranch. Even though he was tired after his long day's work, he'd have to find the strength to keep running. The thought of Danvers discovering he was missing the following morning and the look on his face because a slave had outwitted him was enough to give him the incentive to keep moving. Matthew must have been running non-stop for over three hours and covered quite a bit of ground in that time. He had no concept of what time it was but he knew the slaves were woken up at 6.00AM and it would be shortly after that his disappearance would be discovered. Fortunately he was able to stow away in the back of a pick-up truck for part of the journey. The truck was parked in front of the pumps at a gas station and Matthew seized the opportunity to conceal himself among the bales of hay on the back of the truck while the driver went to use the rest room. Matthew remained in the truck for a few hours and only alighted when he felt he was at a safe distance from Danvers' ranch. He kept running for a further hour or so, until he felt confident enough to continue his journey at a leisurely stroll. The advantage he had of course was that Danvers would have no idea what direction he took. Matthew saw a house in the distance and as he got closer the wonderful smell of freshly baked bread filled his nostrils. He was starving and almost tempted to go knock on the front door and ask for some food, but after encountering someone like Danvers it makes you a bit wary of doing such things. Nonetheless it didn't stop him from taking a closer look. He concealed himself behind a tree and noticed one nearer to the house that had a tree-house with a makeshift ladder that consisted of short planks of wood nailed to the tree. He darted in zig-zag fashion until he was standing directly below the tree-house. Now that he was close to the house he could see through the window and a guy who must have been fifty if he was a day. He was rolling out dough on the kitchen table. From where he was standing he could also see a couple of pies left to cool on the window ledge, his belly was rumbling with the hunger. For a fleeting moment he thought he should steal one but the guy in the kitchen looked so gentle and kind that he felt he'd rather ask than steal. "What the fuck do you want?" Matthew heard a voice above him ask. He looked up and there was a young guy roughly the same age as himself peering down from the tree-house. "I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm. I'm hungry is all." Matthew replied. "We don't get many strangers in these here parts." The boy stated. "Please," Matthew pleaded, "I'd do anything for something to eat." "Anything?" The boy asked with an impish grin. Matthew nodded his head. "You'd better come up here before Paw sees you." Fortunately the ladder leading up to the tree-house was on the blindside of the tree where it couldn't be seen from the house. When Matthew was inside the tree-house he introduced himself. "My name is Travis." the boy replied. He struck Matthew as being a little retarded, but harmless nonetheless. "Wait here, I'll go get some food." Travis returned a few minutes later carrying a picnic basket, inside there was some huge doorsteps of bread, two slices of cherry pie, two slices of apple pie and a large carton of orange juice. To Matthew it was a feast fit for a King. "Won't your Dad think it's strange you bringing all this food out here?" Matthew asked curiously. "Nope, I often bring food up into the tree-house." Travis let Matthew eat most of the contents of the basket. He sat smiling as he watched Matthew wolf down the food. "Boy, you sure was hungry." Travis said. Matthew and his new friend spent the next half-hour telling each other about themselves. Matthew didn't mention he'd just escaped from a slave camp for fear it might frighten the boy. He didn't want him thinking he was some kind of dangerous desperado. Matthew discovered that Travis lived alone with his father. His mother had died when he was just six years old. Afterwards they sat in silence for a while. Suddenly Travis started to undress. "Okay, now it's time for your part of the deal... Take your clothes off." Matthew was a bit apprehensive to do this because Travis would see the scars all over his body, but as Travis stood up completely naked and turned around, Matthew noticed that his back was also filled with scars. This made Matthew less conscious about his own scars. Matthew just had to ask why Travis had scars across his back. "Paw whups me sometimes, especially when I misbehaves." The marks on Travis' back clearly indicated his father hit him with the buckled end of a belt. It was at that point Matthew decided to tell Travis all about his time as a slave. Travis seemed unsure of what a slave was until Matthew stripped off his clothes to reveal his scars. Travis let out a low whistle. Matthew noticed that Travis was sporting a huge boner. The sight of Travis' uncircumcised cock was making him hard too. "What do you want to do?" Matthew enquired casually. "I want to suck your cock." He stated positively. Matthew lay back invitingly. "Just be careful you don't break your teeth on that ring." Matthew cautioned. Travis' warm moist lips closed around Matthew's cock. For the first time in a long while, he was finally experiencing pleasure with another person. They adjusted their position and simultaneously sucked each other off until they were on the verge of cumming. Travis' cock tasted every bit as good as it looked. "Fuck me in the ass." Travis pleaded. Even though Matt was thoroughly enjoying sucking his dick, he had no problem stopping while he fulfilled the boy's request. Within a few moments Travis' butt was positioned doggy-style waiting for Matt to penetrate him. The tiny aperture of Travis' butt-hole looked so inviting. Matt absently spat onto his hand and suddenly remembered that was Danvers' preferred method of lubrication. He fell deep into thought for a few minutes. Travis turned around, his face filled with concern. "What's wrong, Matthew?" Travis asked comfortingly. This seemed to make Matthew snap out of his trance. "Sorry Travis, it's just that I was about to use spit, the same way my cruel master did just before he raped me." "It's okay, Matthew, I have something better." And with that, Travis scuttled over to a box in the corner and returned with a tub of Vaseline. Matthew looked impressed. "You're not the first guy to fuck me in here." Travis said with a huge grin on his face. Matthew lubed up Travis' ass before guiding his cock towards the beautifully inviting butt-hole that lay before him. "I hope this ring won't be a problem." Matthew said, more out of caution than anything else. "Just do it, Matt, I'm looking forward to feeling it inside me." Travis reassured him. A few moments later, Matt's cock was fully inside Travis' ass. It felt so wonderful to actually be having sex with someone whom you wanted to have sex with. Travis was clearly enjoying it too.. Matthew held Travis' hips firmly as he gently thrust back and forth. Moans of ecstatic delight enamated fro Travis' mouth that he had to bury his face in a pillow to stifle the sounds. The last thing he wanted was for his father to hear them. "I'm about to cum!" Matt squealed out, again as a kind of warning in case Travis wanted him to pull it out before he did. "Shoot your load inside me, Matt, I don't care if I gets pregnant." Matt was too excited to notice the last part that Travis had said. He just heard the bit about shooting his load inside him and with that he allowed his cock to unleash its seed. Both guys moaned with pleasure as Matthew shot spurt after spurt into Travis. When they'd finished, Matthew instructed Travis to lay on his back so he could resume sucking his dick. It wasn't long before Travis was ejaculating in Matt's mouth. Afterwards they lay holding each other for a while and both fell asleep. They remained in that position for a good few hours and when Matthew woke up and started to get dressed. "I have to be on my way, Travis." Matt stated. Travis, through his sleepy and dreamy blue eyes looked sad and then his face lit up as he offered a suggestion. "Why not stick around a while? Paw goes into town this afternoon for the provisions so you'll be able to come up the house and take a bath." Matt thought about the offer for a while and decided it would be okay to do so. After all, it was highly unlikely Danvers and his cronies would come looking for him here. "Okay, I guess it'll be safe to do so, but I really do have to leave this evening." Travis smiled and Matthew undressed again, the boys spent most of the day making love. It was a couple of hours later when Travis heard his father hollering. "Travis! Are you up there in that tree-house?" Both Travis and Matthew looked terrified. "Oh shit! What if he comes up here?" Matt whispered. "It's okay," Travis assured him, in an equally hushed tone, "he has a bad leg and can't climb up here." "Travis!" His father called out again. Travis quickly threw on his shirt and popped his head out of the tree-house. "I'm sorry, Paw, I fell asleep." "I'm going into town now, make sure you do your chores by the time I get back." "Will do, Paw." Within a few minutes, Travis heard the familiar sound of his father's pick-up truck driving off and heading to town. He turned to Matthew. "He'll be gone for a couple of hours." A short while later, Matthew felt so lucky to finally be relaxing in a hot bath. Travis entered the room carrying clean clothes and a pair of boots. "We're about the same size so these old clothes of mine should fit you." "Thanks, Travis." A half-hour later they were in the kitchen eating lunch. Matthew, now bathed and shaved and wearing decent clothes looked more like the handsome guy he used to be before he fell foul of slavery. "I'm gonna be sad to see you go, Matthew." Travis said as they sat sipping coffee. "Me too, Travis, but I really do have to go, my friend." "Perhaps Paw could find you some work to do around here? I could always tell him you're a drifter looking for a job." Travis said almost pleadingly. "It's a kind offer but I won't feel safe until I can put as much ground as possible between me and Ed Danvers." "I could come with you?" "No, Travis, it's much better you stay here with your Dad." Shortly, Travis was washing the plates they'd used and Matthew helped him with all his other chores. He wasn't leaving till nightfall so when the work was done they spent a couple of hours in the tree-house. They heard Travis' Dad returning in the pick-up. Matthew and Travis sucked and fucked until they were both completely exhausted. It was starting to get dark outside so Travis lit a kerosene lamp and in the dim light their naked bodies looked beautiful together. Matthew looked deep into Travis' eyes, he was afraid the boy was falling in love with him. "Paw would kill me if he knew I was homey-sexual." Travis said. Matthew put a reassuring arm around him as he replied. "Well I won't tell him if you don't." This made Travis smile. The boys brought their lips together again and kissed passionately. Matthew felt that he and Travis could make love one more time before he left. Afterwards they slept for a while. Matthew woke up and quietly got dressed before kneeling down and gently kissing the sleeping Travis on the forehead. Travis had prepared him a knapsack of food for the journey. Matthew picked up the knapsack and descended the wood plank ladder of the tree-house. When he reached the bottom he was just about to turn around when he felt the cold barrel of a rifle being pushed hard against the back of his neck. (To be continued) "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... SKRRRRRRTT!" "SCHWISH!... SCHLAKKKK!... 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