Andrew's fate Chapter 5
I stand, legs spread wide, my fingers interlocked on the top of my head as the two Arabs in front of me converse in words I cannot understand. I have just seen one of our number dragged to the centre of the room and severely caned with twenty strokes on his ass. He was in tears by the end. Then he bowed to Farook and called him Master. All this was because he flinched when touched by the men. Now I am trembling as my inspection begins. I know I must not react in any way as my body is examined. One of the men has a tape measure and he begins by measuring my height, then my neck size followed by chest, waist, hips, the distance between my nipples and from my naval to my cock. Every measurement is recorded on paper by the other man with a clip board. The man then puts down the tape and orders me to open my mouth wide. He examines my teeth and tells me to stick out my tongue. Then he starts to feel my muscles. Starting with my arms he feels every part of my body. He spends a lot of time feeling my arms and chest muscles. The he turns his attention to my buttocks and thighs. All the time he talks to the other man who makes notes on his pad.I am determined to survive this humiliation as I know exactly what will happen if I show the slightest reaction but it is so degrading. I have in my mind the image of Farook's slave, the way he reacted instantly to Abdul's and Farook's commands and wonder how he could have been forced to behave like this; just like a trained animal. But I have a sinking feeling of dread that we will all soon find out.
The man completes his inspection by lifting my balls separating them to feel their firmness and I just manage to maintain composure without flinching. He wipes the pre cum dripping from my cock with his fingers and holds them up for me to see.
'Lick them clean slave boy' he says.
Without hesitating I take his fingers into my mouth and suck. The man smiles and says something to the other but of course I cannot understand what he has said. I can hardly believe what I have just done but I am beginning to understand how these men can make boys like us into slaves. It is blind fear, fear of the whips and canes. Thankfully the men soon pass on to the boy next to me; my inspection is over.
We seem to stand, not daring to move, for endless minutes and all the time Abdul is watching us whilst the shape formed by the boy kneeling under Farook's thawb moves slowly up and down. From the relaxed expression of satisfaction on the man's face the boy is clearly providing much pleasure for his master. I cannot imagine what could have persuaded the boy to behave in this way. I am sure that only a real slave would do this at the click of his master's fingers. Eventually the inspections are complete and the men present the clipboard to Abdul' He takes a quick glance and places the board to one side. Farook clicks his fingers and orders his slave to the floor. We all watch as the boy shuffles backwards, kneels up, bows his head to the floor and then kneels, ass in the air, thighs wide, nose on the floor.
'See how a slave behaves' said Farook. 'I shall give you one more demonstration before your training begins'.
Farook orders his slave to the centre of the room. 'Six' he shouts.
Instantly the boys stands, spreads his legs wide and bends forward. He places his hands, one on each buttock and spreads them wide. One of the men who carried out the inspection scoops something from a jar and inserts his finger into the boy's ass. I imagine that not one of us has any doubt about what is about to happen. Abdul unbuttons the front of his robe. He takes out his cock which is already hard and, placing his hands on the boy's waist forces his cock brutally into the boy's ass. The boy releases his buttocks and grabs his ankles. For the next few minutes Abdul thrusts his cock in and out with increasing speed. A long low moan of pleasures erupts from Abdul's mouth as the speed of his thrusting increased. Then gradually only gradually slowing again. Abdul withdraws his cock and clicks his fingers. Immediately the boy turns, drops to his knees and takes the still dripping cock into his mouth. He sucks the remains of Abdul's cum into his mouth and licks the still rampant cock clean. Abdul clicks his fingers again and the boy kneels, bows and places his nose to the floor.
'So you see how a well trained slave boy behaves ' said Farook turning to face us. 'The slave obeys instantly every command of its master, Soon you will be trained to obey like this boy as preparation for your sale to a future master. You might think now that you won't but I assure you that you will. The cane and the whip are excellent teachers and believe me, we know how to use them'.
So slaves we will now learn the 6 slave positions' says Abdul. 'You had better learn them quickly because from now on if anyone of us says a number to you, you will be expected immediately to assume the position. The slave here will demonstrate, you copy its movements'.
Abdul continued with his instructions.
'I will say a number, The slave here will adopt the position. When I snap my fingers you will copy him'.
He orders the slave, whose ass he had just raped, to stand in the centre of the room. Then the one word order'
'One he shouted'
The slave drops to his knees spreading them wide. With his hands locked tightly behind his back he bows his head to his chest. Moments later Abdul clicks his fingers. We drop to our knees and bow our heads.
'We will practice that again!" says Abdul with a sneer. This time when I click my fingers you will make sure your knees are spread wide before they touch the ground. Then you bow heads.
This slave demonstrate again'.
We watch as the slave boy stands again and then on the click of Abdul's fingers he sinks quickly to his knees.
'Note spread of slave boy knees as they touch floor is 90 degrees. Anything less shows disrespect for the master'. remarks Abdul. 'Now you copy this slave'. CLICK.
As one we drop to our knees. I force my knees as wide as I can but our efforts do not satisfy Abdul He walks slowly along the line kicking most of our knees even wider apart. The pain in my groin is now intense as I have to maintain the position. Looking down I can see that the angle between my thighs is only just 90 degrees.
'We will teach you white dogs proper obedience, and you had better learn quickly or your asses will soon be very sore' he shouts.
Abdul is clearly not satisfied and orders us to try again.
'In future any boy slow to learn will receive twenty cane strokes' he says.
We stand once more and then Abdul clicks his fingers. As I drop to my knees I feel the strain in my groin before they touch the ground. I have my arms tightly locked behind my back and my head bowed. As Abdul walks the line I home he does not stop in front of me. Thankfully he passes me by but then stops in front of the boy two along from me. Abdul slaps the boy across the face and then goes to the centre of the room.
'Come here boy' he shouts and crawl properly. 'Then kneel, nose to the floor, ass in air'.
Abdul signals to one of the other men who hands him a cane. Then he applies twenty strokes to the boy's buttocks in quick succession.
'Kiss my feet slave boy' he shouts. 'Then stand, inspection position'.
Quickly the boy obeys, tears streaming down his face.
'You will adopt position one ten times boy. I click my fingers and you kneel correctly, I click them again and you stand, inspection position. and then we repeat. If not perfect every time then you get another twenty strokes. Understand boy?
'Yes master comes the boy's stuttering reply.
Abdul clicks his fingers. I see the terror in the boy's face as he kneels and stands, kneels and stands. And I see the tortured anguish as he makes sure his knees are spread wide every time.
'Very good slave boy, I see you learn quick. What are you boy' he asks.
'A slave, master' the boy replies.
'Good' says Abdul, 'return to place'.
If we need a demonstration of what will happen if we disobey these men it could not be better. But now I am very afraid. The boy who Farook describes as his personal slave has clearly be beaten into submission of perhaps hypnotized. Is this the future for me and the others as slaves? Abdul cracks his whip. 'We will now practice next slave position. This boy will demonstrate and then you copy'.
He clicks his fingers and the boy places his nose to the floor. Then he clicks his fingers again. We lean forward and places our noses to the floor. Thankfully this is an easy position to adopt. Abdul walks the line again and I hear the sound of the whip as he lashes the boy next to me.
'Nose to floor boy not forehead' he shouts. 'Slaves kneel up.
Abdul explains that we must always greet a Master by kneeling in position one then adopt position two. For the next hour we practice the six positions demonstrated by Farook's slave. With position five Abdul instructs us to turn to face the wall and bend to grasp our ankles. As we obey several of us feel his whip hard across our buttocks.
'Legs wider slaves' he sneers. 'This inspection position presenting slave ass for master, but also position for instant punishments. Keep legs straight and grasp ankles'.
I feel Abdul's hands rubbing over my buttocks. My desire to rebel at this degrading treatment well within me and it takes all my will to prevent me from turning and punching this man in the face. But I submit knowing what will happen if I do that.
'Nice ass slave' says Abdul. 'Just perfect for future Master's pleasure'.
He passes on down the line and then...
'Now when I click fingers slaves will place hands on ass cheeks and spread them wide, this position six'.
We have all just witnessed Farook's slave adopting this posture before Abdul rammed his cock into the boy's ass. I do not know what the others were thinking but this was a most degrading sight. It is hard to imagine why the boy accepted this without protest but I am beginning to understand what it must mean to be a slave. This was the most obscenely demeaning act I can think of but I know I must obey when I hear Abdul click his fingers. I wait, not comprehending what has brought me to this situation, hardly believing what is happening. Then......CLICK. My hands go to my buttocks. Grasping them I stretch them wide apart. Abdul cracks his whip in the air.
'Not fast enough slaves' he shouts. 'We do it again. Resume position five. When you hear click of fingers you move like lightening. I want those buttocks spread wide quick".
Again we wait then the signal comes. In a flash my buttocks are spread exposing my most private place to public view. I cannot believe I am doing this but it is the sight of the cane recently applied to the other two boys that makes me obey.
'Much better slaves' says Abdul. 'This how slave boy present hole to future masters. Slaves must learn quickly how to present pleasure hole for future owner'.
My hands are aching as I stretch my buttocks wide. Abdul keeps us in this position for several minutes whilst Farook walks slowly up and down the line. The two men exchange words but I cannot understand what is said. Then I hear the word 'one'. Instantly I turn, drop to my knees, spreading them wide before I hit the ground. I grasp my arms behind my back and bow my head. I can see that the others and done the same.
'Excellent Abdul don't you think' says Farook.
'Indeed' replies the trainer. 'Once trained they will bring high price on block'.
Farook returns to his seat and faces us.
'Heads up slaves' he says, his voice calm and unemotional. He addresses us.
'I hope that none of you now is in any doubt about what you are. You are slaves and your training will commence . You have learned how a slave behaves in a Master's presence, how to present yourself correctly. You will practice these positions in your cells. Now you will learn how a slave boy is required to provide those unlimited sexual pleasures a future master will expect. You will not believe how much pleasure you will be forced to bring to your future owners but you will learn. How quickly you learn will determine how much pain and suffering that learning will require'.
Farook orders that we be chained together once more by our collars and we are marched back to the cell block. Before Abdul leaves he tells us to practice the positions we have learned as we willall be tested tomorrow. As a parting shot he informs us that any of us failing to display any position correctly or slowly will receive thirty strokes with the cane.