Boot Camp Part 4
By Jason Sterling
(sterling.jason@gmail.com)
Titus and his assistant retired for the night with the lad being 'spooned' on his side. Titus reached around and played with his embraced slaves's penis. The boy hadn't been allowed a discharge in over a week and was horny as a billygoat in heat, so he got a bone-hard erection almost immediately. The slave wasn't sure if his Master wanted to just fuck him cold, or perhaps a little fellation first to get the juices flowing before directing the phallus into his Master's favorite orifice, his asshole. Titus acted even before his slave had a chance to react. In went the rod, way before the slave had any chance to apply the lanoline and a fast but steady rhythm of Titus's torso lasting only a few minutes ended in a bowel filling gush of warmth the slave knew well and had been felt since his Master picked him out and made him his body slave several years ago. The slave felt 2 things; the pain of what is commonly called a dry fuck and the frustration of not being allowed a release again. Titus was treating his slave just the way he was going to treat the recruits. Sacrifice and denial were something the kid would have to learn to live with.
The primary reason this particular slave had been chosen by Titus was that his new body slave could read and write in good Latin, not the vulgate Latin spoken and written by the majority of the oafs who populated this camp. Titus used his body slave to teach the former slave how to read and use the quill on parchment when neither of them was in the middle of teaching a new bunch of slaves the 'ropes'. Other than the last 3 numbers burned on the inside of his slaves's right arm, Titus had specifically never given the boy a name. It was usually, "Hey You There" or a quick slap on his rump or back of his head which meant "I want your attention". Being the bed companion to his Master was the only difference that singled him out from the rest of the slaves. The boy actually preferred women or girls, but being a slave meant he had no choice in the matter. "If the Master wants to use my body, so be it." The assistant or body slave knew his place in the arrangement.
Titus's companion in his job came to him in a round- about manner. The camp commander knew of this slaves's educated background as being captured in Athens at the home of his mentor, a well trained teacher of young boys. The teacher schooled him in all the classics as well as giving him a young daughter to be his consort. Arranged marriages were very common in Athens at this time. Sometimes children who were barely out of puberty were given in marriage to even younger girls who had not yet had their first menses flow. But, just like most Roman men, Greek society allowed sexual outlets outside of the marriage bed. The assistant who was now in his early 20's learned easily how to be a GOOD slave and became a valuable aid to Titus not only helping train new slaves but teaching him how to read and write. The commander knew the worth of such a slave and kept him on in the camp using him and waiting for a chance to earn himself some really good money.
A guard at the camp woke them up at 5 in the morning, before the sun even lite up the eastern sky. Titus and his boy hurried to the barracks to wake up the sleeping recruits. When the main door was unlocked quietly Titus went through the bunks with a lit oil lamp and looked down at each of the sleeping internees. Some of the slaves that had a course, hemp covering over their genitals as blankets, had them lifted so Titus could visually inspect them. Then it was shouting loudly and banging of metal objects to wake every one up. Those who delayed jumping right out of their bunks were whacked hard by Titus's knout which he carried on a hook attached to his leather belt. "Line up at the foot of your bunks, you poor excuses for future order obeyers."
With sleep in their eyes these slaves watched as a few more lamps were lit and Titus's assistant went over to the raised box in the center of the room and unlocked a hidden door on its far side. Out from the box came a midget no taller than a 6 year old boy would normally be, but this bearded man looked to be in his 40's. The midget went over to 2 slaves standing together and said "Him and him", and to another on the other side of the room and said, "This guy too". The last slave picked out said loudly, "But I only told those 2 idiots to shut their fuckin' mouths or we would all get into trouble..... Sir!"
Titus said, "Did I even hint that a warning was even allowed"? The slave being singled out lowered his head and said, "No Sir". Titus responded, "Come over here and put your guts on the platform and hang your ass over the edge. When I ordered 'No Talking' among yourselves that meant no, none, never, nix. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes Master, Sir. This slave deeply regrets its mistake. Your servant is willing and ready to take its punishment." With that exchange Titus layed into the miscreant with 5 severe lashes waiting for each one to be acknowledged with a 'Thank You Sir' by the now bloodied and crying slave. "You learn well number 128. When your back and ass have stopped bleeding, maybe tomorrow, be my bed slave some night and I will initiate you into my select few who will be my star graduates. The rest of you, follow my assistant outside and he will get you started on your daily drill routine...except you 2 shit- heads. Stay behind and ready yourself for some extreme lessons."
The 2 'talkers' stood by their bunks shaking from the fear of what they will have to endure when the Master returns to get them. Titus learned from his old master well that the longer one has to wait for their punishment the harsher it will seem when it finally comes about. Both of them didn't even look at the other and, of course, both their bladders were bursting. But even though the piss pot was in their sight neither of them wanted to add to the misery that they knew was coming their way should they not be standing where the Master told them to stand. The inability to piss when the urge built up was pure torture. The muscles controlling their bladder sphincter began to give way and soon one of the slaves felt a warm stream running down the inside of his leg. The other slave awaiting his own beating heard the drips of urine hitting the floor and just couldn't help himself and let go also. Soon into the bunk room walked Titus. The first thing he saw was the yellowish liquid around the feet of each one. "Get down on your hands and knees and lick that mess up." The 2 men wished they had been killed in battle, instead of winding up as booty by the Romans who captured them.
The taste of cold piss nearly made each of them vomit as they licked up the results of their uncontrollable desire to hold it in as long as possible. "I've got a special treat for you runts. It's called urological indoctrination since you like the taste of piss so much. Let me explain how it works. There is a pit in the center of the compound where slaves, trainers and anyone else who needs to relieve themselves stands and lets go. There is a stone column in the center of that pit where you will be afixed, on you knees, mouth held open by a metal yoke and your head pointing to the sky above. Every one who needs to piss is urged to aim for your mouth and nose. I would normally order you both to thank every contributor, but with that yoke holding your mouth open you won't be able, so hold your appreciation. You will be chained there 'till noon tomorrow with only the sky and the taste of piss in your mouth to ponder about what it means to be obedient when your Master says to you 'No talking among yourselves'. 2 guards standing by come into the room and attach a leash to each of the collars of these 2 slaves and lead them out the door. Titus says to one of the guards, "Here, give each one of them 10 healthy strokes on their backs and the same number on their chests and thighs before you chain them in place. Make sure there's enough blood so that they can feel the sting of every drop of piss caressing their bodies."
End of Part 4