SLAVE TO THE LASH - THE ONLY LANGUAGE HE UNDERSTOOD WAS THE WHIP
by Matthew Kernowski
PREVIOUSLY....
Matthew woke up and quietly got dressed before kneeling down and gently kissing the sleeping Travis on the forehead. Travis had prepared him a knapsack of food for the journey. Matthew picked up the knapsack and descended the wood plank ladder of the tree-house. When he reached the bottom he was just about to turn around when he felt the cold barrel of a rifle being pushed hard against the back of his neck.
PART FOUR
"Put your hands up and turn around real slow." The voice behind him demanded. He recognized the voice straight away. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he slowly turned around with his hands in the air to be greeted by the sight of Ed Danvers firmly holding a rifle with the barrel pointed towards Matthew's face. Matthew's gaze immediately fell to the ground in total resignation.
"You didn't really think you could escape from me so easily, did you?" Danvers growled with a triumphant expression etched on his face. Matthew didn't say a word, but kept staring vacantly at the ground. Danvers continued. "All my slaves are fitted with miniature tracking devices, discreetly fitted just below the surface of the skin. This is performed when a slave loses consciousness just after their first whipping."
While Danvers was still talking, four of his cronies emerged from a nearby clump of trees and approached the two men. They were also toting rifles. Danvers continued bragging to Matthew about his use of tracking devices. "This is done as a precautionary measure in case slaves get any ideas about escaping... Oh, and for your information, no slave has ever succeeded in escaping from me."
Suddenly, Travis popped his head out from the tree-house above. "What the hell's going on down there?" "It's none of your beeswax, boy!" Danvers snarled in reply, "Get down here wheres I can see you." Travis didn't fancy the idea of arguing with five men carrying rifles so he did what Danvers had told him to do. Travis was so scared he didn't even attempt to steal a moment to get dressed, but instead remained completely naked. Soon, he was standing a few feet from Matthew. He looked on helplessly as Danvers ordered Matthew to strip off his clothing. Danvers then instructed his men to tie Matthew to the tree while another went to fetch his whip from the truck. A few minutes later the whipping of Matthew had commenced and unfortunately Travis could not hide the fact that watching his friend being mercilessly flogged was turning him on like something crazy. Danvers couldn't help noticing Travis' erection and decided to mock him. "So, it excites you to watch your friend being whipped?"
Just then, the lights of the house came on, all the commotion had clearly woken Travis' Dad. Within the next minute the porch light came on and Clem Foster emerged from the front door of his house. "Who's out there?" He asked as he descended the front steps. "It's okay," Danvers said, pausing from administering Matthew's punishment, "It's not your concern, we're just apprehending a fugitive." "But it is my concern," Clem boldly replied, "You have no right to whup that boy on my property." Then, noticing his own son is naked and fearing they intend to whip him too, "Why is my boy nekkid? And why does he have all those marks all over his body?" He asked, referring to the hickies on his son's belly. "You'd better ask him about that, Pops, I think you'll find that your boy and our boy here, have been fucking each other's brains out!" Danvers said mockingly.
The look on Clem Foster's face turned to one of utter disgust and anger. His face filled with shame as he looked at his son. "Is this true, Travis?" Travis looked toward the ground, he knew it would be futile trying to lie to his father. "Yes, Paw." His Dad, fury evident in every line in his face, turned to Danvers. "When you've finished whupping that boy, I want you to whup my boy too... Teach him that no boy of mine is gonna be a faggot-ass homey-sexual." "Sure, Pops, happy to oblige." Danvers replied with an evil grin on his face. He delivered another twenty lashes to Matthew's back before instructing his men to cut him down and secure shackles to his wrists and ankles. His men then tied Travis to the tree. Travis, with tears welling up in his eyes, pleaded with his father. "Please, Paw, don't let them do this to me."
But his father said nothing and as the whipping of his son commenced, Clem Foster quietly turned around and walked back toward the house. The sounds of the whip striking flesh, followed by the sound of his son's cries, echoing in his ears.
When Clem returned the following morning he found his son lying unconscious at the foot of the tree. His body was totally torn to ribbons having been subjected to a harsh full body whipping. Danvers and the others had long gone, taking Matthew with them. It was only now, seeing Travis in this state, did Clem feel any sympathy for his son. He woke Travis and offered him a tin cup filled with water. Travis looked up, still in a semi-conscious state but made no attempt to take the cup from his father. Instead, he said in a low barely audible voice. "They raped me, Paw."
The journey back to Danvers' ranch hadn't been a pleasant one. Even though Matthew had the comfort of being conveyed in the back of a panel truck, Danvers' men made sure they made it as uncomfortable as possible for him. They burned him with their cigarettes, zapped him with tasers and forced him to suck their dicks and any other nasty thing they could think to do to him along the way.
When they eventually drove through the familiar gate of Danvers' ranch, Danvers' gave the order for his men to stand guard over the slave all night. Matthew knew from past experience this meant he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night. Just before Danvers left Matthew in the capable hands of his men, he said something that Matthew had been expecting to hear sooner or later. "We'll crucify him tomorrow."
Even though he knew this would be the penalty for trying to escape, he still felt the fear rising up inside his belly. Now it didn't seem to matter anymore that Danvers' men would repeatedly rape him throughout the night, shooting their dirty seed inside him. Surprisingly enough, however, Matthew was left alone in peace for the first hour in his cell. This gave him time to reflect on his thoughts. He remembered what Ben had told him about learning to accept the fact that he was a slave and he realized, albeit too late, that he was a fool for trying to outsmart a man like Danvers. Then again, he thought at least his temporary escape had given him a chance to spend a passionate night with Travis. At least he could go to his death in the knowledge and comfort of those wonderful hours he'd spent with Travis. Suddenly his thoughts turned to the wellbeing of Travis, he hoped the boy was okay. He could remember, just before he'd lost consciousness, Travis being tied to the tree, ready to be whipped by Danvers. He just hoped Danvers had gone easy on the boy, seeing as he wasn't actually one of his slaves, but he doubted that very much.
Matthew felt guilty for involving Travis in all of this and for putting him on bad terms with his father. He had visions of Clem Foster disowning his son because he was gay, but he hoped he could somehow forgive and forget and rebuild the close relationship they once shared as father and son. Unfortunately, Matthew wouldn't live long enough to find out.
He started thinking about the tracking device and wondered whereabout on his body it had been implanted. He knew it wouldn't be any area that was regularly subjected to the whip, where it could easily be damaged. It had to be somewhere like the ear or perhaps the relatively safe area between the scrotum and the anus. Then again, maybe Danvers had been lying, perhaps it was hidden inside the cock ring that was routinely fitted to every slave on arrival at the ranch. Again, it was something he wouldn't live long enough to find out. Matthew absently glanced down toward the ring through his cock and realized that in all the excitement they hadn't bothered to refit his chastity devices. Perhaps this was a deliberate thing due to it being the eve of his crucifixion. He tried to put the thoughts of his impending execution to the back of his mind and instead started thinking about Travis. It wasn't long before Matthew was grabbing hold of his penis and masturbating. A few minutes later he was shooting his load all over his belly.
He absently scooped up some of the cum and licked it from his fingers and pretended he was once again swallowing Travis' semen. He spent the next fifteen minutes lying there in the afterglow when suddenly he heard his cell door being unlocked and no less than six of Danvers' men marching in to have their wicked way with him. In the hours that followed, he was raped every way imaginable. These guys knew it was open season for any guy due to be crucified the following day. They could do practically whatever they liked to him just so long as he was left in a fit and conscious state to be crucified. Matthew didn't even try to put up a fight, he just let them do what they felt they had to do.
At ten o'clock the following morning, Matthew was taken to the site where he was to be crucified. All the other slaves were already there, they were routinely forced to witness crucifixions of fellow slaves to act as a deterrent. As Matthew was led closer to the site he saw the lifeless body of another slave who'd been crucified. Apparently it had taken place the day before when Matthew had been AWOL. The corpses of crucified slaves were left on display for two or three days after their deaths. It wasn't until Matthew was only a few yards away from the cross that he realized the lifeless corpse was none other than that of his friend, Ben. Matthew felt a lump in his throat as he looked up towards Ben, and whispered, "At least you're free now, my friend." And he knew it wouldn't be long before he too was free.
As was the norm, Matthew would be whipped and tortured prior to crucifixion. This was mainly for the benefit of Ed Danvers who was always up for a little pre-crucifixion entertainment in the form of humiliation of the condemned man. Matthew was secured to a rectangular wooden frame not unlike the whipping frames he'd been tied to before. The only difference being that this one was fixed to a turntable-type platform allowing the frame to be spun around so that the spectators all got an equal chance to view the victim's whipping from all angles. Danvers instructed his men to rotate the platform and lock it into place so that Matthew would be facing the crowd. Matthew would be subjected to several brandings before he was whipped.
There was a brazier strategically placed to one side of the circular platform with the handles of many different irons protruding from the hot coals. One thing Matthew had noticed during his time at the ranch is that although Danvers liked to administer most of the whippings to his current "slave of the month", he always let somebody else take care of the brandings. These were usually carried out either by the blacksmith or one of Danvers' men. Today one of his men had been chosen to do the brandings. Matthew braced himself as he watched the guy withdraw a pair of red-hot pincers from the hot coals. He leveled the pincers with Matthew's left nipple, he could already start to feel the heat when they were five or six inches away from his chest. Then, almost without missing a beat, he felt the pincers close around his nipple. His flesh sizzled and cooked like a steak on a barbecue. "HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"
Matthew screamed in agony. Danvers meanwhile was fucking another unfortunate slave in the ass while simultaneously watching the spectacle. Another pair of pincers were applied to Matthew, this time to his right nipple, with the same agonizing results. Each time the pincers were held firmly in position for a good thirty seconds. A third pair of pincers were applied to Matthew's belly button. It was at this point the excitement had clearly become too much for Ed Danvers, who grunted as he shot his load inside the slave whose ass he was currently fucking. He immediately withdrew his cock and pushed the slave to the ground with his boot, indicating his services were no longer required. By now, a fourth set of pincers were being applied to Matthew's scrotum and Danvers' cock was already starting to get hard again. He ordered another slave to suck him off while he continued watching the show. "HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!" "AAAAEEEEIIIIIII!!!"
Amid his agony Matthew could see Joe and Brian approaching carrying the cross that his body would soon be nailed to. They didn't look at Matthew, but merely placed the cross flat on the ground ready for his crucifixion and turned around and walked away, no doubt to get back to their workshop to resume work on their latest devices of torture. Matthew knew the brandings were over when he saw two men push long metal poles through corresponding holes in brackets on either side of the brazier and carry it off in the distance, presumably back to the blacksmith's barn. Danvers immediately stood up and nonchalantly pushed the slave off his cock. Danvers hadn't yet reached orgasm but he just stuffed his erect penis back inside his pants. picked up his flesh-stripper and walked over to Matthew. Danvers brought the two-tailed whip up to Matthew's eye-level as he spoke in his usual mocking tone. "I've had this one specially made for you." Matthew could see that unlike Danvers' regular flesh-stripper, this one had been custom made so that each and every piece of metal and bone had been sharpened to a crude point, ensuring the whip would cut deep into the victim's flesh. Fish hook-type barbs had also been fashioned along the edges of the bone and metal so, just like the original version of the flesh-stripper, it would snag onto the skin of the recipient.
Danvers raised the flesh-stripper and brought it down hard across Matthew's belly, completely knocking the wind out of him and tearing huge gashes across his body in the process. Danvers wasted no time in delivering the next lash and the next, alternating between striking Matthew's chest, belly and groin. At one point, the whip snagged onto Matthew's scrotum, tearing it open, resulting in one of his testes spilling out and hanging limp and exposed, by its spermatic cord and almost down by his knees. Blood was gushing everywhere. Unlike the last time, Matthew no longer felt it necessary to try to silently endure the scourging of the flesh-stripper. He screamed out his agony to the heavens above. Surprisingly enough, Danvers stopped whipping Matthew when the strokes numbered ten, although he did have the platform revolved 180 degrees in order to administer another ten to Matthew's back and buttocks. It was evident that Danvers didn't want Matthew to lose consciousness before the main event, namely his crucifixion.
After the scourging, Matthew was swilled down with buckets of cold water thrown over him. He was removed from the whipping frame, the resident doctor examined him before pushing his testicle back up into his scrotum and crudely suturing it with a length of catgut to prevent Matthew from bleeding to death. He repeated the process on some of the deeper gashes on his body. The last thing Danvers wanted was for his slaves to die prematurely on the cross through blood loss. Approximately twenty minutes later the doctor gave the thumbs up indicating the slave was ready for crucifixion.
The crowd fell completely silent as Matthew was laid on the cross, his arms were secured to the crossbeam with barbed wire before nails were hammered through the palms of his hands, followed by his feet, which were nailed in traditional fashion of one foot on top of the other. Matthew grimaced but remained silent as they drove the nails through his limbs. This wasn't an act of defiance but more one of acceptance and the knowledge he would soon be free of Danvers' clutches. The monotonous metal on metal sound of the hammer striking the nails echoed angrily in the sky. The nailing was carried out swiftly, Matthew was weak but made one last feeble request to the men holding the hammers. "Please cut away the ring from my penis so that I may die a free man." But the men just laughed in his face. "No! You shall die a slave." One of them replied mockingly. And within the next ten minutes Matthew's cross was being hoisted to its upright position. The audience of slaves gasped loudly, fear evident in every face, each knowing that any of them could be the next one to be crucified.
The whole thing felt strange and surreal for Matthew and at one point he felt like he was one of the crowd of spectators, witnessing his own crucifixion, watching his once beautiful body now reduced to some pathetic ravaged and bloody bag of bones. An image that clearly aroused Danvers who had resumed having his cock sucked by one of the slaves while he watched Matthew slowly dying on the cross. His men had also engaged in sexual activity with some of the slaves. The remaining slaves just looked on helplessly, some relieved they hadn't been chosen, others secretly wishing they had.
After four hours on the cross Matthew was finding it difficult to breathe. He was now so weak he was barely able to raise himself slightly, using his knees, to take the pressure off his arms and chest. Now it was beginning to feel like someone had placed a ton weight on his chest. Through his half-closed and barely conscious eyes he could see Danvers giving an order to one of his men but he couldn't make out what was being said. Everything seemed so distant and unreal. He could see the man whom Danvers had been speaking to, coming toward him carrying a sledgehammer. When he reached his cross he wasted no time in smashing Matthew's kneecaps with the hammer. This was clearly done to prevent the crucified man from raising himself to ease his pain. This emphasized just how much of a sadistic bastard Ed Danvers was.
Eventually, and just before the sweet release of death stole Matthew away, he felt a comforting arm embrace him. Was it the spirit of Ben come to take him to the other side?
(To be continued)