Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1998 22:20:27 -0500 From: Sidney Gittler Subject: Arkansas Vacation: The Slave Barracks The following story is 100% fictional, hell after the Starr report anything I write couldn't live up to the truth. The whorehouse in NYC is 1000% fictional. It involves man-boy and boy-boy sex. All consensual, but if you don't like this kind of stuff.......please go away. Arkansas Vacation: The Slave Barracks By Sid G (c)1998 Hi, its Matt writing this time. You probably heard about the fight yesterday at the Little Leather Club after the show. Ahmed & Roger almost killed each other and at least 10 other slaves got injured so Benjy, Caleb and Scotty had to go around this pile of fighting slave boys trying to separate them, using (as you might have guessed) whips and canes. It was kind of horny but a few slaves needing medical care wasn't really good for business or for the slaves themselves. Ahmed and Roger were fighting because of a custom that developed in the slave barracks. According to this custom (which is kind of brutal nevertheless really hot if you're into slaves, masters and all that) when a new slave comes to the barracks he become a slave and personal servant of one of the older slaves and have to do whatever his older master tells him to do, including sexual things. He stops being a a slave to the older boy when the older boy finds a new slave or when he beats his older master in a fight. The slave that Roger and Ahmed fought about was Alvin. A cute boy 13 years old who looks ten. Alvin has brown hair and eyes and looks like one of these boys in a British TV series, really cute. So what I'm going to tell you is how Benjy punished Ahmed and Roger, what happened to Alvin and how the slaves of Peckertown live after work hours in the slave barracks. "So, what happened that you decided to come?" Caleb asked, getting out of bed, going toward the cupboard to take his master clothes. "I don't know. I guess I want to see a punishment for real. I always heard about it and it sounds kinda interesting and..." "Cut the crap Matt, just admit it, it gets you horny. There's no reason to feel ashamed of it" "No, it's just that..." I didn't know what to say. Caleb was right, I guess that this stuff does make me horny. "Listen Matt, some like to do it and some can't even touch a whip but they get hot watching it. And it's cool either way" "Yeah, I know. Do we have to get ready now or can we wait 10, 15 minutes?" I asked Caleb. "Why? What do you have on mind?" I smiled and jumped on Caleb, dragging him back to bed. In less than a minute his dick was already in my mouth. An amazing 8" of thick, hot juicy boy meat. He started oozing precum in less than 10 seconds. After 3 minutes I started swallowing a powerful stream of cum, shooting straight into my throat. His taste is so good, better than any other cum I've ever tasted (and believe me I've tasted a lot). He was panting and then turned to me and said, "Please fuck me." How could I say no. Caleb lie on his back and I lifted his ankles with both of my hands and put them on my shoulders and that's how I entered him, with one thrust, seeing him breathing heavily, his face on the verge of ecstacy while I fucked him. He groaned and moaned like an animal. Inside he was so tight and warm. He hates when I use lube because he likes to feel my dick dry and hot. That's why I came after barely 2 minutes, I just couldn't hold it anymore. I screamed, he screamed and I fell on him, kissing him gently. We gave ourselves another 10 minutes of just hugging each other before we got up and got dressed, which doesn't take too much time because, after all, we try to wear as few clothes as possible. Before we left Caleb told me he wanted to explain a few things about the master-slave scene in Peckertown so I'll understand what I'm going to see in the slave barracks. "The thing in Peckertown is," Caleb started, "that boys can come here and make a living and choose for themselves what to do. They can work in a restaurant or in a hotel or they can hustle on the streets or in the park, and if they choose to be hookers they also choose their clients, how much money to take, and at any moment they can say no and stop." "I know, that is the choice I made," I said. Caleb nodded. "But the slave thing was always complicated. People who wanted to use belts and whips and to cause pain started to come to Peckertown so naturally there were boys who were willing to be their slaves. But things got out of control and some boys really got hurt, so Benjy, who at that time started with the leather and the master thing, and his family decided to set up the slave barracks and to take care of the slaves, so they won't get hurt. So today a slave boy can say no like any other boy in Peckertown." "But", I said, "I'm sure there is a But" "Yeah, just a sec, I'm getting there. But, being a slave is still not identical to being a hustler or a restaurant waiter, and that's why here and there we have troubles" "Like the fight yesterday on the Little Leather Club" "Right, and that's why we are going to the barracks tonight. You see, the reason the slaves live together with almost no privacy is that it's part of being a slave. We don't force anyone to be a slave but if you choose it you know that there are a few things that comes with the job. Like sometimes it's uncomfortable, painful and even a bit dangerous. The boys who choose to be slaves are usually boys who need it, need being together, need someone who'll run their life for them. Boys that all their lives had to take care of themselves alone suddenly find out that for a price which is not to big for most of them they won't have to worry about food or bed or money." "Sounds ideal." "It is usually, but as much as we take care of them and everything, I mean us the masters, we try not to run their lives in the barracks. That's why they make all these rules. On the other hand we expect them to leave barracks business to the barracks and not killing or injuring one another. And when they try to do it we have to interfere because one of the most important things about being a slave is discipline, and they understand it or else they wouldn't choose being slaves. If something like what happened between Roger and Ahmed was happening between two non-slave boys in Peckertown no one was even thinking about physical punishment. They'd probably talk with them and separate them. But here it's different because a slave's most important duty is to obey. And that's why we have to punish them." *** We stood at the entrance to the slave barracks. the hour was 06:00 PM. Benjy chose this hour so Caleb and he and the rest of the slaves would have enough time to prepare for the show at the Little Leather Club tonight. The slave barracks is actually a very long building behind the closed hotel. Almost all of the building is one big space. The floor is covered with a thin layer of sand. along both of the longest walls there are 2 rows of 2 floor bunk-beds. Here and there you can see chairs, tables and even T.V.'s. At the end of the main room there are 4 doors. One of them leads to the kitchen, the second to a large mess hall, the third to the joint showers and the fourth to a private room with 2 beds, table and chairs for the masters and for slaves to recover in after a really rough show or client. The barracks weren't very light usually but now all the lamps were on, lighting the room with a pale yellow light. All of the slaves (about 50) were centered in the middle of the barracks, all of them naked from head to toe. My dick was already hard. Some were young, the youngest were 11,12 I think. The oldest were about 16, most of them friends of Ahmed and Roger. We went closer to the middle and the slave boys formed a circle. In the middle of it Roger and Ahmed stood, or more precisely hung naked from the ceiling by chains tied to their hands, their feet barely touched the floor. I looked at them. Roger was almost 16. He was muscular and his body was white. His hair was long, sandy blond, without a single hair on his body. He looked straight ahead with big green eyes. Ahmed was the opposite of Roger. He was Arabic, 16 and a half with a short coal black hair, and brown eyes that stared to the floor. He was also smooth but had a little bush near his cock. Caleb and Scotty stepped into the circle and stood next to the bound boys. They were both barefoot and wore open leather vests which revealed their muscular chests, and short tight leather pants. They both held special whips made out of thick rope. Scotty was Caleb age with a flame red hair, freckles on his face and a stunning smile. If you saw him you'd never guess he's a slave driver. Now Benjy entered and the barracks became silent in a second. Benjy walked to the middle of the circle and stood between Roger and Ahmed. next to him was Alvin with his British boy look (round face, red cheeks etc.). Benjy started talking and his voice echoed in the huge room. "I wish we didn't have to be here today. I wish yesterday at the Little Leather Club never happened. But it did. Two slaves, Two of the older slaves, decided to have a fight in the middle of the club and dozen others joined them. 10 needed medical treatment, some with broken ribs. "A thing like that shouldn't happen" Benjy shouted, "You shouldn't go wild like that, injuring one another and causing damage to the business. Don't forget that although we give you a free hand in running the slave barracks you are still slaves, You chose to be slaves and you must obey the rules" Benjy took a deep breath and continued. "If it was up to me I would've stopped this tradition of older slaves fighting over new slaves, but I know this would create to much mess, so I decided just to punish Roger and Ahmed who are responsible for all this" Benjy stopped talking for a few seconds, letting his voice echo in the air, then went on with a cold voice. "Roger and Ahmed. Each of you will get a whipping. Caleb will whip Ahmed and Scotty will whip Roger. Each of you will get 20 lashes with the rope. You will be forbidden to have another slave for yourselves as long as you are slaves here in Peckertown and Alvin will be released from being a slave to other slaves. Roger and Ahmed, do you understand why you are being punished?" The two hanging boys nodded. "All the slaves here will count loudly the lashes. And you will all know this is the punishment for causing such serious problems in the future. Is that clear?" "Yes sir" everyone answered together. "Caleb and Scotty, take your positions" Caleb and Scotty removed their leather vests and positioned themselves. Caleb positioned himself in front of Ahmed bare back and ass, and Scotty by Roger's. Benjy walked to the side of the circle and looked at them. "One," he Shouted. Both Caleb and Scotty lifted their whips and sent them through the air landing on Ahmed and Roger backs and asses. A long thick red line appeared on their backs, reaching almost to their butts. Ahmed and Roger yelled. Every slave shouted "One." "Two" Benjy shouted. The whips cut the air and landed again at the same time. another stripe was created. Ahmed and Roger yelled again. The whole crowd shouted "Two". "Three" "Four" "Five" "Six" "Seven" "Eight" On eight blood started streaming from Rogers back and ass. "Nine" "Ten" On ten blood started streaming from Ahmed too. "Eleven" "Twelve" "Thirteen" "Fourteen" "Fifteen" Benjy stopped. "I will stop the punishment now. I think you already learned your lesson. Ahmed and Roger, I hope that like you yelled together now you will also get along together in the future." "Thank you sir" the whipped boys said in a weak voice. "Untie them," Benjy ordered, "the rest of you go back to your bunks and think about this." The slave boys left and walked to their bunks. Caleb came to me, all sweating from the whipping he just gave. "You really gave it all for this whipping" I told him. "Yeah" he said "I had to. Did you enjoy?" I blushed. that was a sufficient answer. Benjy stood near us and I saw Paulo coming to him. "Sir, may I speak to you?" "Yes Paulo" Benjy said. "Sir, I know you'll probably get angry at me and order to whip me too, it's just that we, I mean all the slaves asked me to speak for them and..." "It's alright Paulo, I never whip for words, only for actions." "Thank you Sir. Our rules here are important to us. We understand that what Roger and Ahmed did was forbidden and wrong and they deserved the punishment they got. But Sir, Alvin is still a new slave, and some of the older slaves want him for themselves according to our rules." Benjy thought for a few moments. "Alvin," he said, "come here" Alvin came and stood near Benjy. His small cute body shaking slightly. "Alvin, Paulo here tells me that all the slaves decided to ask me to let you be a slave of one of the older boys according to the barracks rule. Do you want that?" "Yes Sir. I accept these rules because I chose being a slave and I have to, want to go along with these rules. If you agree, Sir." "Fine," Benjy said, "you can be a slave if you want to, but don't start this fighting and everything before we finish the show tonight, and I don't want to be here then." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Paulo and Alvin said. "Caleb--" I said. "What, Matt?" "Is it okay if I stay here tonight till the show?" Caleb smiled a wide smile. "Sure," he said. The slave barracks were almost empty. Only slaves who were still healing stayed and the rest went to the Little Leather Club. Caleb had to go too. While he wasn't working he had an early start the following day, some guy who came for a vacation ordered him as his personal master for the whole day. It was weird seeing the barracks so empty and quiet. I stood at the end of the huge room looking inside one of the closets which stood there with all the latex costumes for the slaves and an impressive collection of whips, canes, straps and dildos, some of unbelievable size. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around. It was Scotty. "Hi" he said. "Hi. Don't you have a show tonight?" "No, not tonight. I heard you decided to stay for the night" "Yes. What about you?" He sighed, "I don't know. Just wanted to stay a little more. You know a very long time ago I was a slave, before I got to Peckertown and decided I'd like it more as a master." "I didn't know," I said. "What did you feel when you whipped Roger?" He sighed again. "Let's sit somewhere," he said. We sat on the end of one of the bunks. "What was I feeling? It's kinda complicated. I mean, I enjoyed it a little, but I also hated every second. You see, I like this stuff when it's about sex and pleasure, not as a punishment. As a punishment we wanted it to hurt them and not that they'll have fun. And because it was Roger it was even harder." "Why?" "Because he's my favorite slave. Actually you can say he's my personal slave." "Like a lover?" I asked. "Yes, no... I mean, it's not like Benjy and Ralph who isn't really a slave and only acts like he is. But yes, you can say we are lovers" "So why didn't you ask Caleb to switch so he'll whip Roger and you'll whip Ahmed"? "Benjy didn't agree. Because Roger is my personal slave I had to punish him. And Roger also asked me to punish him, but that doesn't make me feel better". "Why don't you talk with him?" "With Roger?" "Yes." "I'm afraid. Would you believe it? Me, a master, afraid of talking with a slave?" I smiled. "I always knew you aren't as tough as you look." "You know something, Matt? When I was still a slave, before I got to Peckertown, I was a year and a half in one of these boys brothels in L.A. And there was this guy there, 16 I think, that one day had a big argument with one of the clients, and they fought. Nothing really serious happened to the client, but the manager of the place took this boy and tied him and for 4 hours he and his assistants whipped him. He died two days later and I ran away and swore never to be a slave again. And now, as a master, I'm doing the same thing to a slave." "You can't compare Scotty. You know very well that Benjy would never do a thing like that, all of you take care of the slaves and make sure that even when you punish them none of the slaves need medical treatment, and will be back on his feet after 2-3 days max. Besides, I've seen shows at the Little Leather Club that were far more painful than the punishment you gave" "I know, but still..." "Go talk to him, Scotty." "Will you come with me?" "If you want." We both went to Roger's bunk. His bunk was a top one but according to one of the barrack rules a slave that was hurt could lay in a bottom one so he wouldn't have to climb all the way up. Roger lay on his stomach and all of his back and ass were red. most of the cuts had stopped bleeding, and some dried blood was in a few places on his backside. "Hi," Scotty whispered as he sat on the side of the bunk. Roger turned his head and looked at him. "Sir, I would stand up if I could, but I can't." "That's okay, Roger." They were quiet for a few moments. "Are you mad at me Roger?" Scotty asked. Roger looked stunned, "Why Sir?" "Because of the whipping." "No, Sir, of course not. I deserved it. I shouldn't have beaten Ahmed in the club and caused the fight. Benjy's decision was right. I even should've got 20 lashes and not just 15, but Benjy is a merciful master." "He is." "Sir, I--I'm afraid that you're angry at me," Roger said. "Why?" Scotty asked. "Because of what happened in the club." "Roger, listen to me. What you did was wrong, but you'll always be my favorite slave." Roger smiled. "Roger, do you think you can lie on your back or at least on your side?" Scotty asked. "Why, Sir?" "So I can suck your dick." Roger turned on his side and I left them alone. After about an hour and a half the slave barracks doors opened and inside streamed almost 40 nude boys. The sight was beautiful. Not all of the boys that were in the club came back, some stayed for the whole night with clients. The little slaves ran straight to the showers. Benjy entered after the slaves with his personal slave/bodyguard near him but he was also dragging behind him on a long leash another slave. I wondered why. Benjy came near me and asked "Do you know where Scotty is?" "Yes, he's with Roger." "Thanks" Benjy left and I heard someone calling me. I turned around and it was Paulo, cute as always. Small, brown and lithe. "Come join us in the showers," Paulo invited me. "You sure it's okay?" "Yeah, of course. You might even enjoy it" I quickly threw my clothes in the corner of the room and ran naked to the showers. The sight was amazing. 40 young boys, all naked, all full of water. Most of the asses were red, some deep red, even purple. A few had scars on their ass, back and chest. They were all talking, laughing and slapping each other lightly on their butts. I stood under the hot water near Paulo and five more boys. At one side of the showers a little orgy just started and boys sucked and fucked each other (the ones who still had enough energy after the show). It was too hot. "Paulo, can I rim you?" I asked. "Sure man." We stepped out of the water and went to the side where Paulo stood against the wall, his smooth back and ass toward me. I kneeled behind him until my head was in the same level as his ass. I put my hands on his 2 perfect dark globes that were so soft and warm, and separated them gently. His hole, dark red without a single hair was revealed to me. My tongue just jumped out of my mouth into his hole and my whole face followed it, burrowing in his ass. The taste was great. I licked and licked and sucked and forced my tongue deeper and deeper. Paulo moaned above me. I felt a pair of hands on my chest and someone whispered in my ear "Can I fuck you?" I tried to mumble yes and nodded with my head. I felt a finger entering my ass and probing there, then two fingers. After that both fingers went out a huge dick penetrated me. I groaned. The guy behind me started fucking me with all his power. I felt his dick going inside, then going outside almost all the way then he rammed it again in. Suddenly I felt a pair of lips on my dick and heard the guy who was fucking me saying, "Fuck his mouth." So that's what I did and I fucked the tiny mouth pushing all my dick inside. The four of us lasted for about 10 minutes. Paulo came first, when my tongue penetrated him the deepest it could. He screamed and disconnected himself from my tongue. His cum shot into my hands that held his 5" dick. Then I felt a huge push in my back and my hole filled with something thick and warm and I knew the guy behind me just came. I was the last one, spilling huge amounts of cum into the small mouth that was sucking me. Then I got up and looked around me. Paulo smiled. "The guy who fucked you" Paulo said and I turned around and saw a big tanned teen. "Jose." "Thanks," I said. "It was amazing." "Your ass was amazing," he smiled. "And," Paulo went on, "the guy who sucked you, who you probably know already, the famous Alvin" I turned to the other side and saw the boy with the British 10 years old look with a wide smile spread all over his face. I smiled back. "Did you come, Alvin?" I asked. Alvin blushed and Paulo explained: "Alvin is a late bloomer, he can't cum yet, but according to what I saw he had at least four dry orgasms while he sucked you. "Your cum tastes good," Alvin said and we all laughed. I went out of the showers and was still horny. I never saw a place that was so reeking of sex like this one. I could've come five times tonight and hoped to have enough opportunities for it. When I passed the door of the private room I noticed it was slightly opened. When I came closer I heard Scotty's voices from inside. When I came even closer the door opened in front of my face and Scotty stood in front of me. "Didn't your parents tell you not to listen through closed doors?" "Sorry." Scotty smiled and his freckles shone. "Never mind, you can come in." I entered a small room. On the sides stood 2 beds that now were empty. In the middle there was a table, a chair and a closet near the wall. Next to the table, naked and shaky, stood the boy I saw Benjy leading earlier with a leash. The dog collar was still around his neck. He was medium size, not really muscular and maybe even a bit chubby, but nevertheless cute with short hair painted green and brown eyes. He looked about 14. And he smelled from alcohol. I gave Scotty a questioning gaze. "This is Chad," Scotty said, "and he got drunk while working, and we don't allow it." Chad shivered harder. "Why is he shivering?" I asked. "He's scared. Benjy told me to send him out of the barracks. It means he'll stop being a slave." "Please don't," Chad begged, "All my friends are here. No one ever accepted me or loved me until I got here. Please don't send me out." "Why did you drink Chad?" Scotty asked. "I'm sorry, Sir, but the client I was supposed to get tonight, I heard other slaves talking about him, and I didn't think I could be with him without getting drunk." "So why didn't you ask for another client?" I asked. "It's a problem," Scotty said, "most of the slave boys here want to prove they're strong and can take everything, including the most painful things. They are just ashamed to admit they can't. What do you think I should do Matt?" "I think you can forgive him this time, I mean not throw him out." Chad looked at me with a grateful look. "Chad," Scotty looked at Chad, "I won't throw you out of the barracks on one condition." "Yes master?" "You mustn't ever drink while working and you'll always, but always, come to me or Caleb or Benjy or the manager of the club and ask for another client if you think you can't take the orders of the one you got. Is that clear?" "Yes, Sir" "Okay, Chad, you can go" Chad didn't move from his place. "Chad?" Scotty said. "Sir, I think I ought to be punished" Scotty sighed and looked at me. "You see," he said. "Alright, Chad, you asked for it." Scotty took a wooden ruler that was on the table. "Stand against the table and put your dick and balls on it" Scotty ordered Chad. Chad obeyed immediately. Scotty landed the ruler not too strongly on Chad's balls and dick eight times. Chad never screamed, just groaned loudly and his dick got hard. At the end of the punishment his balls turned red and during the night they'll probably turn purple. Scotty took a short cord out of one of the drawers. "Had you already peed?" he asked Chad. "No, Sir." "So run, pee fast and come back." Chad was out in a millisecond. "The cord punishment is used on slaves who don't know how to control themselves. "Usually we spank their ass but I didn't have the right strap here," Scotty told me. Chad came back. "Sit on the table." With a great skill Scotty bound Chad's Balls and dick very tightly with the cord. "I haven't blocked the blood flow but you can't pee or cum unless you cut the rope and then you'll have to deal with punishment much more serious then this. I suggest you stay clear of anything even the slightly horny for the next 12 hours. After lunch tomorrow you'll report here and I'll cut the cord. I also suggest you don't drink but if you feel you have to pee come to the office and I'll untie you for five minutes, clear?" Scotty took out of another drawer a 10" long 5" wide butt plug and pushed it into Chad's butt. "Don't remove this" he said. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir" Chad said, quite enthusiastic I think. When he got out Scotty smiled, "They even say thanks for punishments". After this it was time for dinner. The mess hall was big with a large wooden wall in the middle that all the slaves sat around. The younger slaves prepared the food and served it, then they also sat to eat. I sat between Paulo and Alvin. Everyone talked about masters and new whipping and S&M techniques and who could take more pain than others. Then they all talked about the fight this night. "Occasionally some of us go out to the city to have fun, with a master of course" Paulo told me. "But tonight everybody stays." "Who fights against who?" I asked. Alvin laughed and Paulo said, "Alvin gets the toughest. Mike versus Sam." "Who are they?" "You don't know? You should visit the club more often. Mike is one of the toughest. Benjy can really go wild when Mike is his slave for the show. And the same thing goes for Sam, who is more muscular and looks more scarier but Mike can really take anything." "What do you think about this Alvin?" I wanted to know. "Me? I just want to finally have a master to spank me." "You really like it so much?" "Yep. It makes me so horny and... it's just fun. I dunno why but I really enjoy it" Dinner was over and everyone went back to the main room. All over the room you could see slaves having sex. Fucking each other, Sucking each other. Some tried to watch T.V. or chat but most of them preferred to have sex. After about an hour they began to move to the center of the room, where only a few hours ago Ahmed and Roger got whipped. Sam and Mike stood at the center. Sam was 15 and a half years old black teen, very muscular with short black hair. He was naked and his dick, even soft, was almost 5". In front of him stood Mike which was almost the opposite of Sam. Almost 14 years old with a bright shaved head, very thin and pale. His whole body, front and back, was covered with scars, some short, some long, and also a few burning marks. He was also naked. The fight began and the slave boys cheered and shouted. Mike and Sam charged at each other at once. Sam pushed Mike to the floor and sent a kick to his ribs, but Mike rolled to the side, avoiding most of the impact. Mike stood up and Sam jumped on him again, sending fists to his face and chest. Mike grabbed Sam's back and pushed him back. They both fell on the floor and rolled on it, trying to hit each other with their fists. After a few minutes Sam got up, leaving Mike twisting on the floor and started kicking him again. It seemed that Sam has already won but suddenly Mike grabbed Sam's legs and knocked Sam to the floor. Then he charged on him with all of his force. After less then a minute from this moment the fight ended. Mike sat on Sam's face and threw a few more fists toward Sam's face and then he stopped. The boys were roaring, Mike got up, standing over Sam, lifting his hands, a winner. Then the audience got quiet. Sam turned and lay on his stomach. Mike knelt behind him and pushed his dick into Sam's ass. Then he started to fuck him forcefully. We all watched this, the skinny pale boy fucking the muscular black guy. Suddenly Mike stopped and spoke. "I heard we have a visitor today. I want him to join me." A few seconds passed before I realized Mike meant me, but Paulo already pushed me toward the center. I knelt beside Mike who smiled a short smile at me. "Good fight" I said. "Thanks, help me fuck Sam here." "Are you sure we can both penetrate him?" I asked. "Yeah, my dick is kinda small, and his hole can take 7.5" wide dildo" "Okay." Mike took his dick almost all the way out of Sam's asshole and I put my already hard dick in the entrance of Sam's hole. "I'll count to three," Mike said. "One, Two, Three." Then, at once Mike and I pushed our dicks into Sam. Sam groaned loudly. "And now together," Mike said. We both fucked Sam with one rhythm and with great force. It felt great. Sam's hole which was tight (although he could take a lot, for two dicks it was still tight), the feeling of Mike's dick touching mine, his body so close to me I could smell his sweat and see his scars and his face red from the effort. Mike came a few seconds after me and we both collapsed on Sam. Then Mike got up and help Sam sit on the floor. "It was a really good fight, Sam" Mike told him. "Thanks," Sam replied, "So was your fight, and fuck." "And now my reward," Mike said with a smile. Alvin crawled to Mike. "Master?" he said. "Come with me to the kitchen", Mike said, "You can also join Matt" The three of us walked to the kitchen which was empty at this hour. "Why are we here?" I asked. Mike didn't answer. He took out from one of the drawers a short wooden handle connected at the end to a 2" flat metal ring. He lit the fire on one of the stoves and put the ring in the fire. "I won't do it to you before I'll do it to myself" he told Alvin and took the metal ring out of the fire and pushed it against his bare arm, just under his elbow. I could see 6 other burning marks there shaped as a ring. Mike's face twisted with pain but he didn't make a sound. After 10 seconds he took the ring off and put it back it the fire. "My victories" He said, showing me his smooth arm, now marked with 7 burned circles. "Now Alvin?" I asked. "Yes, I wouldn't mark him before marking me." Alvin went to Mike with courage. "You wanna bite something?" Mike asked. Alvin shook his head no. Mike took the ring out of the fire. "Where?" he asked Alvin. "Wherever you want, Sir." Mike looked on Alvin's body. "Spread your legs," he told him. Alvin spread his legs and Mike put the ring in the inner part of Alvin's left thigh. Alvin screamed and Mike took the ring after four seconds. Alvin's eyes were tearing. "Go wash it with cold water" He told Alvin who ran out. "Did you get all these scars since you came to Peckertown" I asked. Mike laughed. "I ran from home when I was 11," he told me. "Spent a year on the streets until some rich guy found me and took me in. I was his slave for almost a year. Slept in his basement, and he whipped me, burnt me, other things also. But I had were to sleep and stuff to eat and someone whom I really turned on. And it also made me feel tough, really tough. But then I found out he's planning to kill me, and I didn't want to die. I like to stay in one piece and alive. So I ran from him and got here" When we got back to the main hall it was almost 11:00 and most of the slave boys were already in bed. Slaves need a good night sleep so their wounds can heal and they'll be ready for another day of work. They sleep until it is almost noon. "The bunk next to mine is free tonight if you need a place to crash" Mike suggested. "Thanks." When we got to Mike's bunk bed Alvin got on Mike's knees and Mike began spanking him with a strap he took from under his mattress. Alvin moaned, shook and had at least five dry orgasms before Mike put away the strap. Alvin got up and proudly presented his butt to me. It was purple with a few white blisters starting to show up, and when I touched it I almost got a burn, it was on fire. While Alvin sucked Mike I licked his burning ass and hole and jacked him and me off, and the three of us came yelling and exhausted. Then we went to sleep, with wild dreams to dream. I woke up twice that night to the sound of moans and slaps. "So, did you have fun" Caleb asked me the day after. "I can't even describe it" I replied. So that's it. If you ever visit Peckertown, don't settle only for the show in the Little Leather Club. Ask one of the masters if you can visit the slave barracks for a couple of hours. Like many other things here this is also an unforgettable experience. You won't see Roger there, because now he moved with Scotty as his personal slave. But besides that everything is the same, so come quick and meet everyone.