Andrew's fate
CHAPTER 11
I am kneeling beside Abdul's empty chair holding his glass of beer which I have just presented. I know I must not lower my arms or move in any way. This is how slave boys kneel beside their masters. But I can reflect on my situation. I was captured, transported and my life has changed for good. I have no idea where I am and when I arrived here I could not believe it. I tried to escape and was painfully whipped. I met other boys in the cells who told me there was no escape and must just accept it. I have been whipped and caned many times in order to persuade me to perform the most disgusting and humiliating acts of servitude to break my will and do as they say.
In the past hour my efforts to comply and my performance in those acts have been assessed by the man I must call Master. The man who owns this place; who buys boys from slave traders and turns them into highly trained and valuable items of merchandise to be sold as slaves. My will has been broken; I now have to accept that and in a few days time I will be sold. Farook will get a lot of money and his trade in human flesh will continue. I will be bought by a man whom I will obey instantly without question and I will serve him in absolute submission to his will, anywhere any time, any way he wants. Whatever my former life held for me there is now no way back.
Suddenly the door opens and Abdul returns with another boy, taken from the cells. As he resumes his seat I watch as the boy drops to the floor and crawls on his belly and prostrates himself at Farook's feet. I am ordered to put down the glass and assume the position for punishment. I guess the process of assessment is about to start again. Abdul applies another ten strokes, of a whip this time, to my ass.
'Remember slave, correct posture in all things is required at all times, no exceptions, knees must very wide before they touch the floor'.
I remember back in the cells during training. It was after one of those days with the machines with rubber cocks introducing the techniques that would be required when sucking cock. Abdul told me that when a slave boy is ordered to suck a master's cock it is customary for the slave to feel the cane immediately afterwards. A master will always assess the slave's performance and apply the cane or whip accordingly. If the master is completely satisfied he may apply just a few strokes. If he is totally unsatisfied it will be thirty or more. This routine keeps a slave totally focused on its duties.
This has just happened to me when I was assessed in sexual servitude and I am so relieved that I had only received twelve strikes with the cane. Though I feel it was not fair. I tried very hard to suck Farook's cock exactly as trained but realise now that my performance must have been merely mediocre and I fear that I still have much to learn as a slave boy. It seems that, as a slave, I will never be allowed to relax my efforts to please my future master, even in the slightest detail. I think that assessment of slave performance will be a constant feature of my life and the cane or whip may follow every single act of servitude. The idea of fairness does not apply to a slave. This is now obvious to me and I must just accept it. In my heart I know that it is only as it should be. The master slave situation is not about being fair, it is only about what the master wants because his word is law. He has paid for a certain piece of merchandise and wants to get what he has paid for. A slave's wishes and values count for nothing. This is perfectly clear to me now and must be constantly at the forefront of my mind. I guess that really confirms more than anything what I have become. Somehow it provides me with a certain sense of security. At least I now know and understand my future even if I fear it.
The assessment of the next slave's performance now begins, the pattern being the same. It amazes me how quickly Farook and Abdul can get hard again. It is barely 30 minutes since they pumped their juices into my mouth and ass but I witnessed this when we were being trained to suck real cocks one after the other following the mouth training on the machines.
Within seconds the new slave boy is kneeling between Farook's thighs sucking his cock and I wonder if he knows he will be caned later. It is not very long before he is kicked to the floor and ordered to bend and grab his ankles. I can see that Abdul's cock is hard again as he separates the boy's ass cheeks and stuffs into hard into the boy's ass. I know exactly what the boy must be feeling but I am not disgusted at what I am witnessing and I am not even surprised any more. A few weeks ago I would have found this whole thing totally repulsive but now not so. Now it seems the normal and absolute right of a master to use slaves like me in this way and it is this boy's and my duty to submit. I have been reprogrammed.
The assessment follows the same pattern but at the end the boy received twenty cane strokes on his ass. Abdul orders me to the side of the room and then tells the second boy to serve him a beer. For this he administers another ten strokes to the boy's ass, admonishing him as he did me, for incorrect posture. I take some satisfaction from the fact that this boy had not pleased the masters as well as me. When Abdul finishes his beer he stands and orders us to follow him back to the cells. From time to time more boys are taken only to return with many visible red marks on their asses. When quiet finally returns to the block none are talking. Many are crying and some are sobbing their hearts out. When the last of the slaves in the block had returned Abdul informs us that the slave whom Master Farook has judged to have given the poorest performance is to be punished tomorrow and we are all to witness it. I try to settle down to sleep but the noise and moans of despair from my fellow captives makes this difficult.
Today Master Farook and Abdul have demonstrated that any slave that shows resentment, disrespect, disobedience or even the slightest under- performance of its duties should expect to , and will , be punished by its owner. I do not cry but my mind is in a whirl. I must now accept that I am truly a slave. That my life has been changed for ever. This is now my destiny to serve without choice as a sexual object, a toy for the man who buys me who can do anything he likes with me? A cum dump for any man who has the right to use me? Tomorrow I will begin training as to how I must behave when I am publically displayed naked before goodness knows how many men bidding to own me.
It is now early morning and two overseers appear, our cells are unlocked and we are chained together by the collar in a line. As we are led across the yard none of us knows who will be the one to be punished and on arrival back in the training hall we are placed in a line against one of the walls. Abdul cracks his whip in the air. In the empty hall it sounds like a rifle shot.
'Inspection position slaves, present properly to your master' he shouts.
I have already been admonished for my slow responses to a command so I move lightening to assume the required position. Then Abdul walks slowly up and down the line. I am trembling as; I am sure, are all the others. Then suddenly he stops directly in front of the boy next to me and touches his whip to the boy's chest. I heave a sigh of relief as he is unchained from the line, dragged to the centre of the hall and strung up with his feet barely touching the floor and his arms stretched wide apart above his head. I know the boy as Peter. He is just nineteen years old and comes from Denmark. He is struggling and begging for mercy but we all know he will get none. It is quite clear that we are all being taught a lesson. Abdul raises his arm, in his hand a whip of many strands of flat leather which he holds in front of Peter's face. I know this whip well; it was used on me after I tried to escape. My God it really hurts but does not break the skin.
Farook speaks to Peter, loudly so that we can all clearly hear.
'Understand boy, you are a slave. We are your Masters, we own you and you will never be free. Your only duty from now on is to obey you Master and please him in every way, ant time, in any place and exactly has he requires. You have failed to demonstrate sufficient effort in this respect in your general demeanour and particularly in your sexual servitude where unlimited and extended delights must be provided for your Master's pleasure. You are to be punished now for these failings and you will be repeatedly punished until I am satisfied with your servitude. Do you understand boy?'
'Yes master' sobbed Peter, fear clearly showing in his eyes.
A scream of agony erupts from Peter's lips as the strands of leather curl around his torso. His whole body shakes as he pulls against the ropes holding his arms. But there is no time for him to recover his breath before the whip lashes his belly and curls around his buttocks. Abdul applies the whip without a break to all parts of Peter's body from his chest to his knees. As the onslaught continues I can almost feel the pain as each blow lands and Peter's cries echo around the room. Abdul lashes Peter about thirty times before moving round behind him. Then Farook approaches and lifts the boy's head. Tears are running down his cheeks and dripping from his chin as Farook speaks.
'You were procured and sold as a slave. You are property for which I paid good money and I intend to have an excellent return on my investment when I sell you. On the sales block my clients will want to see an obedient and well trained slave. Your obedience will be tested in front of the buyers including your ability to provide unlimited sexual delights for your future master instantly and without question. You have shown that you have not yet accepted this and therefore your punishment will continue'.
Abdul lifts his arm and delivers another slash of the whip high across Peter's shoulders. Then, with unrelenting regularity works his way slowly down the boy's back. Peter is screaming and writhing in agony as the blows land without a break. The noise of the whip and Peter's cries fill the room whilst we watch, each of us thankful that it is not us on the end of that whip. I count another thirty lashes before Abdul clips the whip to his belt and seats himself beside Farook. We all look on, witnessing this horrendous punishment of one of our number knowing it could have been any one of us hanging there. Tears and sweat drip from Peter's body now covered with the angry red marks from his neck to his knees. It is perfectly obvious what will happen if we do not accept that we are just slaves and must obey and please our masters without limit. There could have been no better demonstration of out status.
After several minutes Farook speaks.
'I hope you have now accepted your role slave. In a moment you will be released. You will immediately bow to me and then spread your ass. Master Abdul will assess your willingness to present that hole for his pleasure and after you have cleaned his cock you will kiss his feet, crawl to me, bow and pay homage to my cock with your tongue and your mouth. I shall expect to be totally satisfied or the whipping will be repeated. Understand slave boy'?
'Yes Master', replies Peter as the tears continue to cover his face.
We watch as Peter almost falls to the floor, then recovers and bows to Farook. He spreads his legs and bends forward. Abdul takes him in the rear, pounding his ass roughly with his rampant cock as Peter cries out. Abdul quickly reaches climax and then instantly withdraws. Then Peter is on his knees, Abduls dripping cock filling his mouth. He sucks and licks whilst Abdul glances at Farook, a broad smile on his face. Abdul clicks his fingers and seconds later Peter is between Farook's thighs sucking his cock as if his life depended on it. The two men are clearly enjoying the moment. It is a lesson for us all and I can only guess what is going through Peter's mind. For his sake let us hope he has accepted what he has become. For myself I know that I am truly a slave and there is no escape.
After Peter has cleaned Farook's cock he kicks Peter to the floor and orders him to kneel head to floor. Abdul then applies the whip ten more time to the boy's ass.
'Let this be a lesson' Farook remarks. 'Slaves obey, it is as simple as that and if they don't please their master then you have seen what happens. The last ten were for crying out when Master Abdul took his pleasure'.
After a brief discussion with Abdul he continues.
'You will now be taken back to your cells and you had better reflect on what you have just witnessed. Tomorrow you will learn what is expected when you are presented before the buyers. And remember perfection and absolute obedience will be required'.
Peter is chained to the end of our line. We are ordered to stand, turn to face Farook and bow. Then we are led back to our cells.