Boot Camp Part 5
by Jason Sterling
The normal daytime routine for these men and boys out on the field would be hard, physical labor. Near the barracks is a large rounded, stone wheel pushed around in a circle crushing wheat, barley and other seeds into a powder, or at least fine coarse meal used for making bread. Young boys, about 7 or 8 years of age, scoop up the flour and sift it, putting back under the mill wheel the material too big to be processed into flour. Of course, this wheel is manned by slaves who struggle and push this heavy stone around in circles from sunrise to sunset. Usually an overseer armed with a switch used to keep these toilers from slowing down in their endless labor watches and encourages them with buttocks aimed swipes. Once an hour the slaves are given 10 minutes of rest and a chance to quench their thirst IF the overseer thinks they did the job well. Those who temporarily replace these men are the weakest or most feeble in the camp. Even some of these can barely push hard enough for 10 minutes. They will likely end up in the mines or the fields, or maybe food for the carrion birds looking down from their perch at the top of the pole.
The millstone normally only has 4 slaves pushing it to keep it going. The others in Titus's cohort are given rectangular shaped platforms with poles at either end carrying at least 300 lbs of regular stones. A slave is placed at the end of each pole, 4 to each load, and trod around the inside perimeter of the camp. This exercise simulates what many of these men would eventually do, that is to transport their Masters, lounging on feather cushions, when transportation is needed to go from place to place in the city or out on the fields of their landed estates. At first the toting of this amount of weight seems very difficult to the men, but as days go by it becomes easier and easier. Muscles are developing and weeks or months of bondage following their capture is bringing new stamina to their loins, lost while chained as captives. A few of the slaves who seem to not have the endurance to do heavy labor would be dealt with later.
Once the slaves developed arm and back strength this 'lectica' was carried on their shoulders, making the ride much more comfortable for the person being carried. Speed and distance were also improved. Additional stones were placed on the unit as their toughness improved. Variations of carrying methods included supporting the lectica by yokes around their necks and allowing the Master not be conveyed as high as if he was over the heads of his slaves. Day in and day out for the next month either pushing the grinding wheel or carrying dead weight, the slaves slowly built up their muscles. Plenty of food and drink was provided and after a hard day of labor half the night was spent learning by lecture and example the 5 major duties of being a household slave. By now Titus allowed the slaves only 4 hours of sleep at night. They had no choice; their Master was merely pushing his charges to every extreme they would likely face when serving their next Master.
The next morning during all the physical activity a scribe and a richly toga'd man came to Titus and whispered in his ear. Titus ordered all his group to line up in a row and stand at parade rest. The obviously important person started at the head of the line and spent plenty of time examining each slave carefully, spending an abundance of time feeling, pulling and touching the genitals of each man. The inspector would look on the inside arm of each one he inspected and from time to time have the scribe write down the number branded there. When this was done Titus had everyone resume the hard labor that these chattel were getting used to. One of the instructor's favorite routines was having a group of about 5 or six men carry a heavy, wooden log upon their shoulders until they were nearly exhausted. Then have them stop walking or running with it still being held, order them to lift the weight over their heads and hold it there. By now the slaves were sweating profusely and Titus would walk up to each one, in turn, and slap him hard across his face. Titus would step back and wait for each one to acknowledge the blow by saying "Thank you Sir." Slave number 128 even added to his statement by saying, "May this slave humble itself by asking you Sir, to use that tawse on the unworthy backside of this lowly vassal standing before you!" Titus grinned at the nerve of this slave but reached around and unhooked the strop he always carried and ordered #128 to step forward.
"I have a better punishment in store for you 128. Forget the tawse for now and go get the 2 piss drinkers from their relaxing rest at the cesspit. It is now nearly noon and they have been idle since yesterday. I want you to fetch them, clean them up and have them back doing drill on this field when it is 1 hour past noon." The slave took off running. Whether or not this slave is very, very stupid or extremely smart remaines to be seen.
#128 had to step down into the muck to unchain the 2 'talkers' and bring them to a cleaning trough. After buckets and buckets of water and a sand rubbing, the smell they had on them finally wore off. The two slaves vomited several times with the help of 128's finger down their throats. The 2 were thoroughly broken in spirit and after such a long time chained in place where they couldn't move, 128 finally got them up and walking again. When these 2 were led up to Titus they both fell to their knees and kissed his feet until Titus told each one to lick the end of his foreskin. He lifted his garment and held out his flaccid penis to each in turn, reenforcing his power as Master and both slaves accepting their now total servile situation. A lesson well learned.
"For you 128 I have a special present. As a reward for your dirty work, report to my quarters this evening and I will give you my own personal cilice to wear while you are servicing my penis with your mouth. This is a particularly nasty belt, made of metal and I will fit it to many different parts of your body over the next week of training and try to see which position you like best. About face and return to your regular duties." When the slave turned around, Titus kicked him in the ass. The slave took a few steps, turned to face his Master and fell to his knees and said, "Sir. Thank you Sir!" Got up quickly and ran off to his cohort which was straining away doing very hard labor, as usual.
When 128 arrived in his group he bowed to Titus's assistant and asked for permission to speak. When granted approval 128 said, "Sir. The Master ordered this lowly serf to service his rod with its mouth and also to be fitted with a cilice. Sir. What is a cilice?" The Greek lad answered, "The correct Latin term is cilicium which basicly means a rough, itchy undergarment worn as an act of contrition or mortification, but in the Master's case it is a metal device made of many chained-together links with sharp spikes protruding downward. The barbs are not very long so they dig into the flesh only slightly, don't cause much bleeding but hurt like hell and even worse when you move."
After #128 thanked the Greek for the information, he made his expected gratitude and kissed the palm of his assistant Master's hand and walked away with a slowly developing erection. To hide this forbidden show of not being chaste, the slave stuck a small twig up his urethra and let the pain there blot out the image in his mind of sucking on his Master's sexual member. The pain of this cilice would just be an added pleasure to the duty he had to look forward to.
Titus called his assistant to him and said, "I have a special job for you tonight. There is a slave wench being sent over from the camp across the river who has just weaned her 3rd child and needs to be bred again. You get her pregnant again as soon as possible. She's got a great set of teets on her, still leaking mothers milk, and I want you to pump her full of your seed until she is with child again. I will expect you to perform your regular duties out on the field with me and I'll possibly give you a little extra time in the evenings to enter her as often as feasible. I will use that new slave 128 in place of you, but if he doesn't work out pleasing me, I'll still have your tight little cunt to ream while you are resting up from your duties with the wench." Titus's subordinate thanked his Master for arranging the extra duty for himself and went around the rest of the day with a big smile on his face.
End of Part 5