A Middle Class Slave Revisited By Steam Train (steam_t2000@yahoo.com)
Chapter 15: Technique of dominance.
I thought I was still fit but those first weeks back in the coffle were absolute murder.
I survived, just, but the total mind numbing repetitiveness of working the fields followed by the complete physical exhaustion was too much for some of our new coffle members.
I don't recall it happening in my first coffle but one of the guys who were newly enslaved just totally collapsed one day in the field. At first the overseer used his tawse on the fallen slave but when this produced no response the overseer made a call on his cell phone.
The unfortunate slave was not breathing and one of our coffle who had in his previous life obviously had some medical training begged the overseer to allow him to help. With some reluctance the overseer agreed and with great difficulty as we were all still wired together he worked with the assistance of another slave in applying CPR.
After about ten minutes, it's hard to judge when you have no watch, a van appeared with two guards and two slaves. We were unwired and rearranged minus the collapsed slave. He was taken away on the truck and we went back to work minus one member.
We never saw the collapsed slave again. One of the coffle asked after him to a guard and was prodded on a light stun for speaking out of turn. The guard however then told him that our colleague had died.
It was a sombre cell that night.
When you work so close and intimate with a group of guys you feel the loss. I didn't know the guy well. We all spoke very little at night. Exhaustion meant everyone just wanted to sleep for as long as we were allowed.
Cal was in my opinion a candidate for collapsing as well. He was the oldest slave in any of the coffles. You rarely saw a slave over forty in a coffle. The hard grind of working the fields took its toll and I suspected the older slaves were shipped out to the mines when they could not keep up with their younger companions.
I admit I was struggling myself. My body was taking longer to recover. When I was 23 I bounced back quickly, now my body was telling me every day that I was middle aged.
Alex was not a physical guy but he was still in his late twenties and after the initial three weeks he seemed to pick up a bit. He was going to make it through, I though.
In the next week our coffle was rearranged. We were given a replacement for the dead slave. Again it was a newly enslaved guy. He looked so young and terrified.
I took him under my wing and tried to comfort him. His name was Craig. He said he was trying to be a man. The law said he was now a man at sixteen years of age but he was ashamed that he was crying like a boy but he confessed willingly that he was shit scared.
As he told me his story the cell stopped and listened. He was only just sixteen. He liked to spray graffiti and was a pretty good artist at it but of course graffiti was an anti social behaviour. He had been caught before when he was thirteen and again when he was fifteen.
Both times he had been sentenced under the NEWDD', Notice of Exemption from Wearing Decent Dress' Programme for Juvenile Deterrence that many states had adopted after seeing the success of President Shelley's slave reforms.
Public nudity as I had discovered both in court and at the golf club was a powerful tool. Though the state had recently passed new public decency laws and slaves had to kept `decent' in public so as not to offend the decency of all those nice free citizens the law still allowed for the stripping of slaves in public as a means of specific punishment and humiliation. NEWDD juveniles were also exempted from the decency laws on the same grounds.
NEWDD or `nudie', as it was popularly pronounced had quietened Craig down for a while. At thirteen and again at fifteen to be paraded around home, school and in public in the nude like a slave was totally humiliating and usually had the desired effect.
Most juveniles sentenced under NEWDD never reoffended.
Craig was one of the few exceptions and when he was caught a third time painting a nice rural scene on the wall of an abandoned factory the Judge declared him a habitual offender and a public nuisance. He was sentenced to the forfeiture of his freedom and enslaved for the rest of his natural life."
At only just sixteen Craig struggled with the harsh work load that the coffle was expected to perform and when he failed to respond satisfactorily to the demands of the overseers tawse we were all punished. It is a tried method. The team suffers for the failure of the individual.
The human body is an amazing thing. Craig was not a well developed sixteen year old though he had of course started puberty but he pushed his slimly built body with the help of the overseers tawse past all its protests and barriers and within weeks was working to the same capacity as the rest of us.
Cal took a liking to Craig or should I say to his young nubile body. I confess I was no different. Between the two of us we very gently and with slow but calculated purpose introduced Craig to the joys of real sex.
The first time I gingerly stroked his nips and ran my hands down his torso, along his peach fuzz happy trail that ran from his navel to his small dark bush of pubic hair you could feel his muscles tensing and hear his breathing become laboured.
Later when I gently fondled his slim five-inch erection I could feel his body tense and it took almost no effort before he was moaning with unsurpassed ecstasy as he shot load after load of cum over his chest and abdomen.
I was honest with Craig. I told him that I had seen before I was indentured young guys like him put in the coffles to build up their bodies. I knew he could expect to be sold as a sex or body slave once his body filled out. He was too good looking to be wasted in an agricultural coffle. It was inevitable and I think he knew enough of the world to know it was true. He did not fight the advances of Cal or myself and when he learnt we were both gentle and compassionate he came to trust both of us.
Craig broke the ice as far as sex was concerned for many of the guys in the coffle. They had seen Cal and I do it but it was only seeing the obvious joy and satisfaction that Craig experienced from Cal and myself that made them begin to experiment amongst themselves.
With my treatment of Craig, Alex also came to see me as a caring guy not the sexual predator and animal he first thought of me as being.
Things began to change too in our living conditions.
Masters philosophy in slave care started to have an impact. Tubular steel four high bunk beds were installed progressively in the cells by teams of contract slaves who on seeing the coffles worked even harder realising that there were far worse existences out there than what they were experiencing.
The crap hole in the back corner was fitted with a lid that greatly reduced the smell wafting back up into the cell.
An outdoor shower block was constructed which all the slaves were walked through and allowed to wash off in at the end of each day.
These were real luxuries especially for the life slaves who had worked for Green Bay Farms for a long time.
Boss Neill also introduced some fundamental changes in the way the farm was run.
One trusted and experienced slave was appointed as an Alpha slave for each coffle. The Alpha slave was the overseer. They were issues with tawses.
The effect of this move was that there was now something to aim for in your slave life. To be an overseer and to share a less cramped cell with other overseers was a major reward.
It could however also be used as a punishment.
After only two weeks of this scheme two of the overseers found them selves back in the coffle demoted for inappropriate behaviour. I found the new slave overseers to be tougher than their free counterparts. They knew from harsh experience just how much we could take and extracted just that bit more.
I was still worried about Cal's health. He seemed to be going down hill slowly but steadily.
The scheme had been set up before I left the residence that if I ever needed to get Aaron Neill's attention without giving away my secret I was to have a coughing fit as he did his inspections. I decided I needed to act regarding Cal.
That evening I was cleaned up and taken up to the big house. The guards I am sure felt the `boss' was going to have some fun but in fact behind closed doors we talked.
Aaron looked uneasy. I was too. Who wouldn't be standing naked in front of your fully clothed former student? This was a complete change of roles for us.
I asked permission to speak and told Aaron of my concerns for Cal. He listened then said he would organise something after he had thought things through.
My report broke the ice so to speak and when I had finished Aaron motioned for me to sit. We talked about how I was going and about my coffle. Aaron asked specifically about Craig. He had put him in my coffle in the hope I could protect him. I told him how we were progressing and he confirmed that once he was fully built up and mature he hoped to make good money from his sale.
I asked how he was going. Aaron said he was finding it a challenge but he was confident he would succeed. The costs of the new beds, showers etc were only partly offset by the reduction in straw costs and overseers wages.
I mentioned that he needed to watch that the Alpha slaves did not get carried away. He was encouraged that they were getting that little bit extra out of us but promised to ensure the discipline was fair and deserved.
Then the shock came.
"Well I suppose I had better legitimise this visit hey Steve" Aaron stated.
"Boss ????"
He reached over and started stroking my limp cock.
I pulled back but he said "Steady Steve".
"I was always jealous of Josh and his access to your body. Do this for me please?' Aaron asked.
Well I mean he asked nicely didn't he.
I don't know how far Aaron had planned in going but I wasn't sent back till very early the next morning. He fucked me, well he was the `boss' but I got to fuck him too. All the long hours of managing the farm back into profitability had left Aaron a very horney and sexually frustrated young man. By the next morning he was almost too exhausted to do any work but he sure wasn't sexually frustrated any more.
I suffered in the coffle the next day. They all knew where I had been and why I was there. I showed it in my work. I felt the tawse more that day than any other. I couldn't have sex for half the night then complete a day's hard physical labour anymore without slacking.
A couple of days later the coffles were reorganised. Cal was made overseer of the cleaning coffle that had to clean out the slave quarters and yards whilst we were out working the fields.
This took him away from me but with the protection of his `overseers' position he was safe and away from the life sapping toil of work in the fields. I saw him most evenings as we showered and returned to our cells. He looked better almost immediately and within a few weeks was the picture of health.
Look there is not much more I can tell you about my year back in the coffle. It was the same boring routine day in day out. I was bought up to the big house two more times over the year but that was the only respite from the total physical and mental drudgery.
At night the action heated up. I was Craig's protector but my position did not go unchallenged. There was as you would expect in every group those guys who liked to dominate and those who like to be dominated. It was inevitable that the dominant males in our coffle would fight it out to see who was the most dominant.
I was an old hand at this and it was not all about brute strength. If it was I would have struggled a bit. Technique was also essential. I had the technique from years of dominating coffles.
Two of the dominant males in our first coffle learnt what it's like to be a bottom at the expense of my cock. The screams and curses as I took their previously virgin cherries made for good entertainment.
Even Alex seemed to approve of these two guys being taken down a notch. I had long learnt from Matt that you try to be gentle first. Word soon spreads that you're a good person to be with and soon I had no problems having a body every night to share my small bed with. A lot of guys like to be dominated as long as it's done gently with love and compassion.
Eventually even Alex was coming to me for sex. He was under my protection anyway but hey if he felt he needed to ensure he had my protection then was I going to tell him he didn't really need to go to bed with me?
The months passed and I lost track of all time and was surprised when boss Neill came down to our cell early one morning called out Alex and myself and informed us that we were being picked up that morning along with Cal, as our indenture was over.
Poor Craig, he was distraught. I was his protector and lover. He cried out "No please don't leave me here Steve".
I felt really bad and I guess my panicked look was noticed by the boss. When one of the guards went to remove Craig the boss told him to leave Craig too.
Aaron went over to Craig and carried out a full inspection of Craig's body as only owners can do.
Turning to another guard he instructed "This slave is ready for some additional training to get him ready for resale. Take him to the house; he will be trained as my body servant'.
As Aaron turned he winked at me then said openly, "Don't worry Steve I will look after him, he may never get to sale if he is good at his job".
End Chapter 15 (Part 24 Continuance of Original)