Boot Camp

By Jason

Published on Nov 10, 2010

Gay

Boot Camp Part 6

By Jason Sterling

sterling.jason@gmail.com

After several weeks of very intense training the cohort was called into formation and told to stand at rigid attention. Along with the commandant of the camp the regal, elegantly dressed man and his scribe walked slowly down the line of smartly standing slaves and marked 5 of them with a big letter X and about 4 more with a big O on their chests after looking at the long healed brand on their arms. The ones marked with O were sent in a group standing by a horse drawn cart with an iron cage covering the bare, wooden slats of the heavy cart floor.

The slaves marked X were told to doubletime their worthless asses to the headquarters building and kneel in submission outside its doors until the surgeon arrived. All sorts of terror went through the minds of these guys when they heard the word 'surgeon'. What was going to be amputated? A few of the waiting slaves pissed involuntarily from the fear that word entailed.

At long last the infamous man appeared and went inside the building. Several guards herded the fearful slaves inside and locked them in a cell which was in the corner of a large, well lite room that looked out on a strange wooden apparatus equipped and shaped somewhat like a chair but loaded with leather straps and iron yokes. "Bring out the first one," he said to one of the guards as the surgeon stropped a razor blade on the leather sharpening tool. The slave was laid face up, his head held in place by an iron brace. His arms and legs were tied down by leather straps, but the legs were splayed outward making his genitals easy to get at by the surgeon. A table holding 2 bowls was nearby and the process began. The razor was used to shave the pubic hair as close as possible from the tied down slave. Mentally the slave being shaved felt relieved that it was only kinky hair being removed. The long hairs went into one bowl and the curly hair went into the other.

After all 5 had been shaved bare as a baby's ass, they were all directed to masturbate into another bowl placed in the cage and several of the guards had to watch this humiliating display of each slave to make sure it ejected as much seed as a normal male would do if he did it on his own. Titus came into the room at this point to observe the procedure. "Come on you dolts, after not being allowed to jerk your prongs for so long, or even get a hardon for weeks you should be able to fill that bowl to overflowing. I'll tell you what...the one of you who I judge to pump the least amount will have to drink the whole mess. I'll give you 10 minutes to drain your seed here as if your life depended on it." The foreskins of 5 slaves were pulled back and forth with such great effort after that pep talk by their Master that their hands were a blur of activity.

After the deposits were made into the bowl Titus pointed at one of the contributors of all this seman and said, "You...I could pump more of my own seed when I was 9 years old than you just did. Take the fill of other men's juice and gulp down this mess." The slave who had spent the last month learning to obey without question, picked up the disgusting mess and swallowed it in one long string of slime. Then he continued to force the stickiness from the back of his throat with a few more swallows, he fell to his knees in front of Titus and timidly offered up the bowl and said, "Master, Sir. I have done your bidding. Thank you for allowing this serf the honor of pleasing you." Titus held the bowl in his left hand, lifted up his tunic with his right and pissed into the container. Whereupon he handed the vessel back to the kneeling slave and said, "Here. This will help you clear your mind for the challenge ahead. Stay on your knees and wait after you drink my gift to you."

The kneeling first slave was pulled from the cell and reattached to the oddly shaped chair. Titus came up to the apparatus while the occupant's legs were being securely straped in place, widely splayed. Titus stuck a block of wood in the slave's mouth and said, "This is going to hurt a bit and I want you to bite into the wood in place of screaming your head off while the surgeon castrates you." It finally dawned on this poor oaf what was going on in this room and the finality of what they were about to do to him. Titus lovingly patted the terrorized brow of the man who was about to become a eunuch and said, "Always keep in mind that your body is not yours. It belongs to your owner and your future Master needs not to have to worry about what these 2 little 'stones' you carry between your legs will cause you to do when the urges build up in your body. Having these needless organs removed from your body will make you a better slave in His service. Got that?"

Again the surgeon took his seat eye level with the genital area and now had 2 empty bowls next to him on a table. Picking up his razor with one hand he pulled hard on the lad's scrotum and in one circular motion sliced the whole handful completely before the slave felt any pain. As the surgeon placed the testicles in one bowl and the empty sac in the other bowl the agony finally overcame the bound subject. Even with the stick in his mouth his lungs let out a muffled scream ringing through the large room. The surgeon picked up a long, slightly bent needle with catgut attached and sewed up the leftover scrotum skin after cauterizing the bloody inside of the previous holder of the male organs. Only the surgeon and Titus knew that even though the new Master wanted only 4 new eunuchs, there was usually a fatality of at least one slave for every 6 that were gelded...that was why there were 5 sets of balls being excised. It would take at least 2 weeks to see how many survived the operation, and another month of healing before there were 4 'good' ones ready for service...not to mention a sizable profit for the camp commander. If all 5 survived, there was always an open spot for a slave who still had a functioning penis and plenty of high born women ready to pleasure themselves with a good looking man and not have to worry about getting pregnant.

Within 2 hours all five of them had been processed and carried on stretchers to a place where the healing would begin. Titus walked to the table and looked at the remaines. A bottle of very strong wine was poured into the bowl holding 10 testicles and the surgeon used his finger to stir the little clumps of what had been somebody's 'family jewels' around to clear any leftover blood from them; drained the bowl again and refilled it with a different mixture of white wine and various strong smelling, aromatic botanicals. The surgeon said, "Titus. You always want these little organs after I've done my work. May I ask what you do with them?" The instructor answered him with a question of his own. "I'll tell you readily, but first tell me why you save the slave's pubic hair and nut bags."

The razor master smiled and said, "The scrotums wind up being tanned to make a fine, soft leather which I use to make patchwork pillows with. And, the hair is used to stuff the insides, which makes a much more comfortable and longer lasting cushion. You'd be surprised how much I can sell these little objects for! Goose down and all the other normal stuffings of high priced cushions eventually loose their plumpness. Good, kinky pubic hair seems to rebound over and over, and the sexual nature of the goods itself attracts those with eccentric fetishes." Titus responded with his part of the bargain. "I have my trainees eat one of these little morsels as a test of their willingness to obey any order I give them no matter how disgusting or distasteful it may be. I've tried worms, leaches, and grubs before on some of my students and find that being ordered to eat another man's testicle is an ultimate revulsion. I know by watching a slave's face while I'm telling him to hold the object in his mouth, chewing it slowly and telling him to swallow it and not vomit it back up again whether or not this grunt is fully trained to be a good house slave. When the eater responds with his usual 'thank yous' and really looks like he means it, I know I've done my work well on this piece of property and he is ready to be sold on the auction block."

End of Part 6


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