Boot Camp Part 2
By Jason Sterling (sterling.jason@gmail.com)
With all eyes on me I started telling the new recruits what they would have to know to keep from suffering the same fate as those wretches hung behind them. Of course, I made sure that before I took a new batch of trainees out to the gibbet there would be a few bodies hanging there and supplying the moans and groans of pain to add as background to my initial talk.
"First and foremost, from now on none of you will speak or communicate with another slave in any manner. You will be allowed to speak to me or another non-slave...with their permission of course. If they have no slave collar on AND they call out your number you will respond with the standard reply, 'Sir. Yes Sir', and await their orders. Never, never start a conversation with a free man or a Roman citizen until and unless they speak to you first. Is that understood?" A few voices were heard mumbling everything from 'Yea', 'Sure' to 'Yes Sir'. I approached them, ordered the front rank to stand to attention and went down the line, one slave at a time, with my face just an inch away from their's shouting "I said you will answer every call with 'Sir. Yes Sir'. You all seem to have trouble remembering that. You are about to have something to keep that in mind from this day on."
I had each one raise their penises with their left hands and with their right hand push the sack holding their nuts forward and told them as a group to respond with the number of strokes their little orbs of manhood were getting, followed by the words 'Thank you Sir. Please give me another stroke to remember your words of instruction better in the future'. One by one I went down the line wacking away at their balls, hearing the cries of pain coming out of mouths trying to not scream but uttering moans after each swipe with my flexible switch. Most of the slaves got 5 good swipes on their sensitive gonads. Several lost count and needed me to start them back at 1. A few forgot to thank me for my efforts and had a much larger number of cuts to their balls. But in the end, I'm sure this lesson was not forgotten by any of the participants.
I looked over at the lad on the platform and saw he was now standing. I ordered all my men to turn around and watch what the lad had been ordered to do. He placed the stick between the knees of the first hanging man and yelled out "Keep this stick from falling for 5 lashes of the whip and you will be allowed a half flagon of water for your parched throat. Let go of it before the full 5 strokes are delivered and you get not a drop." With that the boy applied the full count of strokes to the back of the slave undergoing his earned discipline. The first one held on to that stick as if his life depended on it. The boy needed a box to raise himself up to give the slave the drink he had been begging for. The next slave didn't hold the stick between his quivering knees for the full 5 lashes and let it fall to the wooden platform. The boy mounted the box he used to sit upon earlier and drank the water the slave had intended to quench his overpowering thirst with but couldn't control his leg muscles. A pleading voice rasped, "Please Sir. Just a sip!" The boy got off his box, moved it over to the hour glass, turned it over and sat down again.
"We've had our fun now. Turn back around and listen well. I'm going to convey to you the reason you are here and in my custody. You may be here a few weeks or a month or more, but this is what you will learn while in this camp."
Obedience
Humility
Self denial
Chastity
True love and devotion for the Master who will
own you, body and soul.
"If it is decided that one or any of these 5 lessons is beyond your ability to absorb and control you will be sent to the galleys to pull on an oar until until you die. There, death is usually within 2 to 3 years into the period of rowing your guts out under the spur of the lash. When you can no longer pull an oar as ordered or die, whichever comes first, a large ballast stone is tied to one of your ankles and you are merely thrown overboard to feed the fishes. If the galley is where you eventually wind up, you better hope and pray that you are dead first because I have heard tell that drowning is one of the most painful deaths possible."
"Another bit of information you should know. Striking an overseer doing his duty or attempting to escape from this camp will bring instant reprisal. Look no further than behind you at the 2 unfortunates hanging there. These slaves slapped the face of a trainer when he rightly punished them for some infraction of the longstanding rules of this indoctrination facility. Their next stop is to be chained forever to an oar on a galley unless their boss feels they have learned their lesson. Escape is a whole different violation. The ham-strings just above the back of the ankle are cut forever crippling the poor bastard for life. There's not much call for a crippled slave, so if he lives at all it is doing extremely dirty jobs that even other slaves would be totally humiliated to do. Wiping the assholes of men and women who have just emptied their bowels in a public privy; sucking the pus out of boils on a diseased human body; emptying chamber pots under the beds of anyone willing to pay a small fee for that service. That type of work all these men can look forward to if they're stupid enough to try to run away."
"If you try to escape, plan on a swift death before you are finally caught. You will be crippled of course, but the camp commander will want to have some 'fun' with you first. The last time we had an escapee under our care the base leader had the poor fellow whipped on his back and thighs so severely that blood flowed and raw meat shown in most welts. Then he was staked, face down, on an ant hill. Once the ground warmed up and the ants found a new source of food, they swarmed over him and started eating the tissue. The poor clod screamed so loudly and so much that in several hours he could only rasp an almost inaudible plea for death to put him out of his misery. To his fortune he died before they could cut his tendons and mutilate him."
"Look up at that tall pole over there with the platform at the top. We can raise and lower that horizontal surface with a series of ropes and pulleys. We don't bury dead bodies in this place, we expose them to the flocks of carrion birds that thrive on the corpses we lift up to them. They get a good meal and we dispose of a body that would normally stink up the place."
"That is enough information for you worthless scum to take in on your first day here, so think about what you've heard and seen and then it will be time to eat. Eat all you are given because tomorrow you will work so hard, almost to the point of exhaustion, that you will be hungry by noon. No breakfast or lunch is eaten here. You get 1 meal a day about 1 hour before sundown. Then it is more verbal lecturing until around midnight. You will have 5 hours to rest and then just before dawn it will be another fun filled day learning how to be a good slave. You may sit on the grass until I come back to guide you to the mess hall. Remember...no talking."
End of Part 2