Someone Has to Do It

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 5

I stood there by the wall, shackled by my ankle as I had previously shackled so many blokes, and wondered who they'd send. I mean, I knew most of the other trainers quite well.... And I mentally ran through them, worrying about what their cocks were like.

When the door did open there was Rob, and I felt so relieved! I just knew that it must all be some sort of joke, and that any minute now they'd all come in laughing about how they'd fooled me. After all, Rob would never fuck me - we were mates, going back a long way.

He looked even fitter and more handsome after his holiday in Lanzerote - the deep tan he'd got really suited him, and I went to go and shake his hand, only to be cruelly pulled to a halt by the ankle shackle. "Rob, thank Christ! Come on, man, and let me out of this thing.... And let me get some proper clothes on...."

"Steve, do you remember what we tell servants about how they should address free men? I think it might be a lot easier for us both, kind of make it more 'professional', if you called me sir...."

"Aw come on, Rob. Joke's over.... Come and let me free...."

"Steve, a servant calls a free man 'sir' or 'master'. I do think you'd better try to comply with the rules. It will make it a whole lot easier for you, you know...."

"Rob..."

"Steve, look, I've tried to be nice. But I can't have you behaving like this. Either you start treating me with the proper respect a free man deserves, or I may have to punish you."

I swallowed, hard. Well, if he wanted to continue this silly game, let him. "Sir, then. Please, sir, can you undo this fucking shackle, sir, as it's making me feel fucking dreadful having to stand here in these ridiculous shorts talking to you, sir...."

"Steve, we don't allow servants to use profanities, either. You know that. And if you do think those shorts are ridiculous, remove them."

"Rob.... Sir.... I'm not going to strip naked in front of you.... Sir...."

"Well actually you are, Steve. The Boss has detailed me to train you, and we all know what that means in this room, don't we? I can hardly fuck you through those shorts, so you're going to have to lose them sooner or later, and if you find them 'ridiculous', it may as well be sooner!"

I began to get worried. "You can't be serious.... I'm your mate, Steve. We've known each other for ages...."

"There's a famous story, Steve, called 'You can't be friends with a slave'. Did you ever read it? I suppose that the author would call it 'You can't be mates with a servant' if he was writing it today - anyway, I'm sure you get the idea. I'm afraid you've crossed a line, Steve, the line between being a free man and being an indentured servant. And you've managed to get yourself indentured or life, too. So I'm sorry, Steve, but we're not 'mates', and can't be.

It just doesn't work for a free man to have a friendship with an indentured servant - and it especially doesn't work right here and now, when you're the servant to be trained, and I'm the trainer who's been given the task of doing it."

"Rob... Sir.... Please! Help me! It's so unfair, that magistrate.... You know I want to work, I've tried everything...."

"Steve, forget it! It's over. Once you've been indentured for life, there's no appeal. Nothing that can be done in law at all - think about it for a minute, how could there be?"

Rob's always been clever, as I think I've told you, and he seemed to drop into his lecturing mode as he sometimes did when he was trying to explain something to me he thought ought to be obvious. "Look, Steve, you know the crime statistics are right down?" When I just shrugged, he went on "Well, they are, compared to those we were experiencing at the start of the century. And the reason for that is that criminals don't want to be indentured, and they especially don't want to be indentured for life. And part of the reason for that is that they know that it doesn't matter how many fancy lawyers they employ, there's no escaping it: you commit a crime, you get indentured, and that's it. No appeal, no endless re-trials, no waiting around for it to happen, no early release.... It's so simple: crime, sentence, punishment. No wasting endless money with lawyers going up to this and that court, trying to get the government into the Court Of Human Rights, even. None of that. Just plain and simple - commit a crime, get an indenture. No appeal."

He paused for breath, and continued "So you see, there's no hope. You've been sentenced - and rightly so, from what I've heard - you know brawling in pubs just isn't allowed these days. And so now you're an indentured servant, and there's no way out. You'll be an indentured servant until the day you die. I'm sorry, but there it is. I can't spell it out any simpler for you."

"But it was so unfair - I wasn't even able to tell them what happened...."

"....because by that time you'd already blown it by not listening to your solicitor's advice. You were guilty of brawling, clearly. You should just have taken the two years sentence, as she had advised you to: the courts hate defendants wasting their time, you know. But you just lost your temper, and of course you couldn't tell them what happened - you were already an indentured servant then, and servants have no rights - and I mean no rights - so clearly you couldn't address the court. It's really all your own fault, Steve."

I was shaking my head in disbelief. Rob's way of putting it seemed so clear, and yet at the same time what had happened to me seemed to be so unjust.

"Anyway, whatever the merits of the case, it doesn't matter. You're a servant, a lifer, and there's no changing it. And you're here at the training centre to be trained, as you're to be auctioned next week. And the rules of the training centre say that all the servants who come through here must be fully sexually experienced. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"Steve, mind your manners! That really does have to be the last warning. I wouldn't be doing the right thing by you by letting you get into sloppy habits when talking to free men. Anyway, there are no 'buts' in this - you're a servant, here for training, and the training requires you to be fully sexually experienced."

He stopped again and went on "Now we all suppose you know about women - although all the time we knew each other I rarely saw you with one, except for a few one-night stands, and I don't suppose you really did much more than a quick fuck. But that doesn't really matter, as a prime piece of manhood like you is going to be bought by a man, and I doubt that you'll even get the scent of a woman for many years. We know, of course, that you know all about fucking men, as you've demonstrated time and time again when you worked here. But the Boss doesn't think you know anything at all about how to take cock, and how to really pleasure another man by sucking him, or letting him throat fuck you...."

I didn't like the way he was talking about "when we knew each other", but I decided to try to bluff it out, and also not to antagonise him. So I smiled and just said simply "Well, sir, I do. I didn't get much of a chance here, of course, but with the right guy, I have taken just as good as I've given...."

"That's good then, Steve, so it's going to be easy for both of us. I'm sure I'm one of the 'right guys', and so I'll just slip up your arse, so I can tell the Boss he's got nothing to worry about, and then it will all be done and dusted. Quick, simple, easy, professional."

"No.... Rob.... Sir.... Please don't..... I'm a trainer, I use my cock...."

"No, Steve, you were a trainer, but you blew it with that hot temper of yours. Still, I sense you've been telling me porkies*, haven't you?

I still decided to bluff it out. "No. I can take it if I have to."

"You do that thing you always do when you're lying, Steve. You don't look me directly in the eye." Rob's voice turned harsh now "Turn around and face the wall!"

"Why...?"

"Do as you're fucking well told, Steve! You're a servant, for fuck's sake, and servants do as they're ordered."

I did as I was told, and felt so stupid standing there looking at the blank wall right in front of me. Rob was doing something behind me then a leather collar went around my neck. "No, please...."

"Quiet, Steve! I'm sorry about this, but I'm afraid I can't trust you - you're a lot bigger and stronger than me, so I'm afraid we're going to have to level up the odds a little before we can proceed...."

As he said this, Rob grabbed my left wrist and started to move it up my back. I knew what he was going to do - to cuff me to the collar to restrain me, and so I resisted. Well, it's kind of natural, isn't it? I heard Rob give a big sigh, then the next minute I was shouting with the pain, as he'd touched me with a prod!

"I'm sorry, Steve, but I'm afraid you've got to learn...." As he said this, he got hold of my wrist again and I resisted him again. "Look, Steve, I don't want to have to keep using the prod on you. I only used the ten per cent setting last time, but if you keep on like this, I'm going to have to increase it. Now, stop being stupid: you know that these restraint collars don't hurt you - you've used them on blokes in here hundreds of times yourself, I'm certain. Now, stop being stupid.... You know that sooner or later I'll win, as with the prod on full power I can restrain you when you're right out of it!"

I was in despair, but I knew he was right. So I let him push first one arm and then the other up behind my head, and buckle the leather straps closed that kept my wrists tied to the collar. Rob knelt down then and undid the ankle shackle, and told me I could turn around.

"I think we can dispense with these now, don't you?", he said cheerily as he just yanked my shorts down so I was naked in front of him. "Now, come on, over to the bed...."

"No.... Please.... Please sir, Rob...."

"I can see this is going to be difficult!", Rob snapped. "I was hoping we could have a nice 'professional' time, with you respecting me for what I am going to do to you. But it looks as if you're going to be as bad as some of the other servants you and I have trained. Well, Steve, it's your own fault... I think we'd better have you on the horse to start with, instead."

"No...", I began, but Rob just reached down and did what I'd occasionally done to blokes who were really resistant before: he grabbed my cock and used it as a handle to pull me across the room! You don't resist, I can tell you - first, it's the shock of having another bloke's hand gripping your cock, and then, if you try and hold back, it's fucking painful as your cock just isn't that flexible and won't stretch very much.

Personally I hated using the horse as it's somehow so impersonal. When you're fucking a bloke on the bed, even if he doesn't like it, it's kind of "normal". But when he's absolutely incapable of resisting you on the horse, it somehow makes it very impersonal. Rob didn't seem to mind, though, and half dragged me to it, then. Still gripping my cock hard, knelt down and did up the ankle shackles on the rear legs. He let go of my cock, put his hand in the small of my back and muttered "Bend over, Steve, and let's get you nice and comfortable on the body of it", and when I just stood there, looking at the black leather pad in front of me on which I was expected to lie, he slapped me hard a couple of times on the bum, just as I had done to other blokes in the past, as a reminder of who was in control.

Once I was lying there, the leather feeling clammy on my sweating torso and belly, Rob pulled one of the body straps up and around me and cinched it tight, and there I was.

I felt his hot hands on my bum pulling me apart then, and he scratched at my pucker, causing me to try to move, to try to escape. "Oh Steve, I do think I'm in for a treat.... If you ask me, I'm going to be the first.... Either you haven't had a bloke up here before, or it's been a very long time.... Which is it, Steve?"

I didn't reply, and Rob laughed, and slapped my bum again. "Oh Steve, you are strange. What's the harm in admitting you haven't taken cock before? Still, I'll be gentle with you the first time... Now...."

I felt his hands between my parted thighs as he reached under me and pulled my cock backwards, then started to stroke it. I sprang an erection, and he carried on wanking me, and the bastard was carrying on some sort of commentary. "Oh Steve, this is a really nice cock - I never saw it properly before as you were always so shy with it... And I can't imagine why, as you've got nothing to be ashamed of! But when we showered after work you never went hard... Not like this.... And it used to amuse me the way you used to turn around before you washed your cock.... So I've never seen this lovely head before, under all that 'skin...."

Look, it's odd, isn't it? When another bloke starts to wank you it's either completely unsexual and he can go on and on for ages and ages and you never cum. Or else it's somehow a real turn-on, and he only has to stroke you a bit before you start to feel yourself shooting. I'm not saying that having Rob "milk" me like this was a turn-on, but for whatever reason I could feel myself beginning that wonderful action as your balls start to contract, and I just couldn't help myself, I moaned "Yes...."

Rob must have taken that to mean that I was enjoying it, as he briskly increased the pace of things, and then I shot - really shot! I shouted out in excitement, and as Rob carried on wanking me my cries turned to those excited ones of pure pleasure mixed in with pain, as my cock is so sensitive at those times.

"Wow, Steve - I've milked some men in here in my time, but this is one of the biggest loads I've ever seen! Just as well, though, as we'll probably need a lot of lube..."

I knew what was going to come next, of course, as I'd done this whole thing myself, but it still was a bit of a surprise when Rob's hands spread my bum apart again and his finger, now slimed with my cum, started to push and tease gently at my arsehole.

Look, I don't have to describe the whole sordid business to you of getting a bloke ready for fucking - one finger, then two, then the stretching, then a third, then the stretching again. It's not so much painful, is it, as kind of exciting? And at the same time disturbing? I know I couldn't help moaning with pleasure and sometimes crying out if Rob was too harsh, in the same way that I'd heard blokes so many times before myself. He actually came around to the front of the horse, though, so I could watch him lower his uniform shorts to the ground, and then dip his cock into the little paper cup of my cum that he'd collected.

It's a shock, of course, feeling a hot cock pushing a you for entry for the first time, and Rob did all the right things, reminding me not to resists as it would be worse for me, and advising me to pretend I was about to crap and actually push out, so that my sphincter relaxed. And so apart from the complete humiliation and degradation of having a cock forced up your arse, I suppose it wasn't all that bad. Strangely, having Rob's thighs right up against my bum wasn't even too bad as he stood there buried in me - I'd always liked that sensation myself, and now feeling it "from the other side", so to speak, wasn't all that bad. And, of course, as he started to really fuck me, I just couldn't help moaning and crying as so many others had done before me - well, I mean, it is kind of exciting, isn't it?

I suppose Rob was trying to be nice about it when, once he'd cum, he bent forward right over me and rubbed his sweaty chest all over my back, and crooned "That was good, Steve... Now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Come on, Steve, admit it, you enjoyed that, didn't you...?"

I just lay there. There was no way I was going to give the bastard the satisfaction of talking to him, not after he'd fucked me. He pulled out of me, and kind of shaking his head in sorrow, walked across the room to wash his cock at the sink. Actually, he hasn't got a bad body - he's pretty average but there's no fat there, as he always said that his wife, Julie, liked a man with an "athletic" appearance and that if he started to put on weight, she'd make him diet and exercise more. He came back over to me and pulled on his shirt and buttoned it, then picked up his shorts and put them back on.

"I'm having an early lunch today, Steve, but we'll do some more work this afternoon. Now, do you want to stay there on the horse all that time, or would you be more comfortable on the bed?"

I just lay there, determined not to give him the satisfaction of speaking to him.

Rob glared at me. "This won't do, Steve! This kind of dumb defiance of me. I'm trying to be nice to you, trying to make it as easy as possible for you - that was a pretty good first fuck, I'm sure you'll agree: not at all painful.... I went out of my way to make it easy for you. Now I can leave you on the horse, immobile, like that. Or you can lie on the bed with just an ankle shackle holding you there, which is probably more comfortable... Which is it to be?"

I stayed silent. Fuck him - it wasn't being "nice" to rape a bloke like me. I saw Rob shake his head, as much in pity as in anger. "Look, Steve, I'm sorry about this.... But it's in your own interests... You've got to learn that you're always polite to a free man, and always answer him respectfully. I've tried doing it the gentle way, but you're so fucking stubborn that you've got to be really taught about what happens to lifers if they persist in dumb insolence. You need to be punished, I'm afraid, Steve.... I don't like doing this to an old mate, but someone has to do it..."

As he was speaking, Rob went to the wall cabinet that there is in all the training rooms and pulled out the training cane - they're specially designed to cause the maximum suffering, being long, thin, and very flexible, whilst not inflicting permanent damage by being so heavy that they tear the underlying tissues. He flexed it once or twice in his hands, as I started to say "No, please..." Then there was the swishing sound in the air, and the next instant my world exploded into pain and I heard myself screaming. It's agony when it strikes your bum - hot, angry pain sears through you, and this almost immediately gives way to a long, slow-burning ache that just consumes your thoughts.... Until the next blow lands.

Rob had always said that he was a bit of a master of the cane, and he only needed to give me four strokes before I was reduced to a shouting, weeping, crying mass. He stopped then, and I felt his hands running over my bum. "I'm sorry about that, Steve, but you've got to learn. And I always find that the cane is very good at reinforcing the lessons you need to learn here if you're going to have a relatively easy life as an indentured servant.... Now, let's try again, shall we?"

He paused, and went on "Do you want to lie strapped on the horse, or lie on the bed?"

"The bed, fuck you!"

Slowly and deliberately he gave me two more strokes, then stopped and said simply "The horse, or the bed?"

I knew there was no point I holding out as Rob could carry on hitting me like this until my body was just a pulp. So I muttered "The bed, please, sir", I croaked, choking back the racking sobs that were actually hurting my throat.

"Look, Steve, I know you must think it's cruel, but I expect you've been there yourself sometimes when a bloke's just so stupid that he can't realise that he'd better learn and obey. Someone has to do it, someone has to get you to understand your new role in life. Now, come on...."

He undid the straps holding me down, then said cheerfully, almost, that he expected I'd prefer to lie on my belly as my bum must be really sore, he led me over to the bed (I hardly had the will to resist), and I lay down. A quick snap of the manacle from the bed frame around my ankle, and Rob said "Now, lie there an think about it, Steve. We'll continue the training this afternoon, but let's try and do it without all these quite unnecessary theatrical touches, shall we?"

He turned and went out, and I lay there for a bit. Then I kind of shuffled around, wincing with the pain, so I could look at myself in the big mirror above the bed. I guess what he was always bragging about was actually true: Rob did seem to know what he was about when he was using a cane, as the livid red stripes across my bum were perfectly evenly spaced, each almost exactly an inch apart! I rubbed at them gingerly, feeling the heat radiating from them and hating the way they made raised ridges across my skin.

I suppose it had never occurred to me before, but when I used to go off to lunch with Rob and left the servant there in the training room, he might have been hungry too! Well I was now, but I knew it was pointless to bother about it as servants were only fed twice a day - in the morning, and the evening, and we never gave them lunch. So I just lay there miserable and in pain until Rob got back, and he looked at me almost pityingly.

"I'm sorry, Steve, but the Boss came up to see me at lunchtime and said they're going to send you off to auction tomorrow, instead of next week, as they're really short of 'lifers' and the auction house likes a certain minimum number each time they have a big meet.

So I've been told to do as much as I can this afternoon, which is all the time that's left."

"Well, that suits me!"

"Steve, I've had to cane you this morning, and I don't want to have to do it again. Next time it would have to be on your belly, or your thighs, or across the shoulders, as your bum's pretty well striped. Quite apart from the fact that it will really hurt you in any of those places, there's the fact that you are to be auctioned tomorrow: and what do you think prospective purchasers would think of you, if you're covered in cane marks? You're going to have to hope that the stripes you've got will go down a bit anyway."

"I should care!"

"You should, Steve. Look, think about it, will you? Even though you didn't get a proper education, you're not stupid - I know that! You want an owner to pay a lot for your indenture contract as they'll then take care of you - if they get you cheap, they'll think you're not worth much and when you're sick, or have toothache, or something, they won't want to pay the bills to get you well. So you'd better start getting wise to the position you find yourself in, Steve!"

Of course I remembered having just these conversations with the men I'd been training, but somehow it had never struck home before. But Rob went on "So no more sullenness, keep a respectful tongue in your mouth, and I won't have to cane you again. So let's try it. Do you understand?"

In spite of myself, almost, I muttered "Yes, sir."

"Good! Now, I guess your bum's pretty sore from the caning, so we'll do the next bit with you on your belly still. Wriggle to the end of the bed and put your feet on the floor...."

Reluctantly, I did as I was told, and Rob went to the cupboard and came back with a huge black dildo - one of the standard ones we keep in the room. "Sorry about this, mate, but, as I said, the Boss said I've got to move it along. And there's a limit to how man times I can fuck you in one day.... So we're going to have to rely on artificial aids, I'm afraid....."

Well, those of you who've been reamed out by a big dildo, especially one used with such vigour and enthusiasm as Rob showed that afternoon, will know just what it's like! I'm sure he deliberately chose one that was oversize, and then he kept a firm grip on the handle as he repeatedly thrust it in and out of me. I tried shouting, I tried screaming, I tried pleading with Rob, but he just sat there on the edge of the bed next to me, ramming the dildo up and down in my arsehole. I was totally exhausted, and ended up just lying there, sore, in pain, and feeling totally degraded that he could do this to me.

When he stopped, he ran his hand lightly along my back, as if he wanted to wipe away the sweat that was covering me. "OK, Steve, that was pretty gross, I know. But if you can take that, you can take any cock that an owner wants you to - that ought to give you confidence that you can 'cope' in almost any circumstances...."

I just lay there silently, and Rob sounded peeved. "Steve, you don't get it, do you? I've done my best to help you here, and you should at least say 'thank you, sir'. But no, you lie there as if I've done something terrible to you, rather than to try to help you get to grip with your new life. Still, it's almost time for my shift to end, so I think we'd better give it one last shot...."

Rob certainly did things differently to me! I've told you that when I fucked a guy on his back I relied on my strength and power to push his legs open and back, but Rob didn't do this - he preferred to use ropes from the bed head to leather cuffs that fastened snugly around my ankles to do this. I lay there with my head rammed up against the bed head so there was nowhere else to go, my legs spread so wide that I thought I might tear in half, and my body really curled up as my feet were almost on level with my head! I felt like some sort of trussed-up turkey, with my arsehole totally exposed and waiting for whatever Rob chose to do, and I couldn't help thinking how that guy must have felt only a few days before as he waited for me to start in on him.

Rob almost poured the remains of my cum from the paper cup into my exposed hole, then stood over me, balancing on the bed, as he needed to plunge his cock down vertically! And although it didn't hurt all that much as that dildo must have done it job and opened me up a bit, I hated to be there so completely powerless as this man fucked me. When he'd finished, though, he let me legs go almost immediately as he could see it wasn't all that comfortable to be curled up, then threw himself down on to me. I ought to have wrapped my legs around him and crushed the breath out of him, but, actually, it felt kind of sensual to have his sweaty body on top of mine, and to feel his cock rubbing against mine, as we lay there.

"Wow, Steve - you know, I've always wanted to fuck you, and I knew I'd never get the chance as you were always acting the macho straight guy."

"Rob... Sir.... You're married, you've got kids...."

"Sure, so what? You really are so stupid, to think that men don't want sex just because they're married. It was such a waste, really - we could have had some fun times together, and I've had to wait until now to finally experience you. Think of all those times after work when we could have gone out for a drink and then we could just have enjoyed each other before I went home."

Was that true? I didn't think so. I mean, I never fancied Rob. I liked him, of course - we were mates. But I didn't fancy him, I certainly didn't want to have sex with him! I only did all this fucking of blokes stuff because I needed a job, and this was the only one I could get. It sounded to me as if Rob did it because he liked it. So I said "You like fucking blokes then, do you sir? What does your wife think about it?"

"Steve, as I always told you, she likes me to have a job, as it keeps me out of mischief. And she'd rather I did something useful like this, something that keeps me fit and healthy.... She wouldn't like it if I fucked other women, of course... But men, well, that's different. I think most women know that men like to fuck around, and doing it with each other avoids all those messy 'love' affairs - it's just good, clean fun...."

"Rob... Sir... That can't be true. I don't believe it...."

"Well, it doesn't matter, does it, Steve? Servants need training, and someone has to do it! It may as well be blokes who enjoy it as well."

I was pretty pissed off with Rob, of course - but what was I supposed to do? I lay there, his weight pressing down on me, and I know I turned my head to the side as I didn't want to have to look at him. I just lay there in silence then until he pulled out of me and walked over to wash his cock. He stood looking down at me as I lay there, and I could see him examining my body thoughtfully.

"You know, Steve, you really are in superb shape for a guy of your age.... You're thirty, aren't you?"

"Thirty three".

His hand shot out and slapped down really hard on my belly. It sounded like a pistol shot in the room, and my body curled up as I yelped with the shock and pain.

"I'm getting tired of reminding you, Steve.... Try again!"

"Thirty three, SIR."

"It's funny, isn't it? I'm two years older than you, and yet our lives have been so different: I'm married, kids, my wife's rich, we've got a big house, servants.... And you're nothing. Just a 'lifer'. I wonder where you went wrong, Steve?"

I felt like saying "I served my country. I joined the marines. I wanted to keep bastards like you safe from terrorists and people". But what was the point."

"Ah well, if you're going to go all sullen on me I might as well take you back to the accommodation block. I think we've done all I can for you..... And maybe when you've had a night with that striped butt and sore arse, you'll wake up with a different attitude tomorrow."

I stood up, feeling ridiculous standing there in front of him with my hands cuffed helplessly behind my head.

Rob had finished dressing and now took his prod out.

"Right, Steve. Now I'm going to uncuff you - but I warn you, the prod's set to maximum, so don't do anything stupid - I'd hate to have to really hurt you."

I could feel Rob's cum trickling out of my arse and sliding down the inside of my thighs as I stood there, and it was so fucking degrading. But he did let me pick up and put on my shorts, even though they then went all clammy around the crotch as his juice continued to ooze out of me. Still, I suppose that was better than having to walk around the place totally naked.

We got to where I was to be caged for the night and rob looked at me almost pityingly. "I guess this is goodbye, Steve. Look, mate, it was nice knowing you, nice having you as a work-mate and everything, and it's a pity, really, we never took it further. I think you'd have got to like having me fuck you. Still, there it is.... Now, remember what I've told you: be respectful, be cheerful, and you're less likely to get punished."

"There's no way you'd ever have got to fuck me, Rob.... Sir. I didn't take cock, and I still don't - not unless I'm raped..."

"Oh Steve, stop being so melodramatic! It's not rape, it's just training stupid, stubborn blokes like you to take cock. Most men would enjoy having you or me fuck them.... "

"It's not right, sir...."

"Steve, I'm not going to discuss this. 'Lifers' need training, and someone has to do it!"

He turned and walked away then, leaving me inside a cage - well, more like a cell actually, with a narrow bunk and a wall made of bars at the front. The servants who did all the chores in the accommodation block were really nice to me - when I'd been a trainer I'd always treated them well, not like some of the others, and it just goes to show you that you never know when something like that is going to pay off. It wasn't much more than a "good morning" and "how goes it?" and stuff like that, but they evidently remembered me, and now, seeing the angry red welts on my bum they fetched some soothing salve - although they wanted to rub it in themselves, dirty buggers!

I lay there that night wondering what was going to happen to me, I felt sick at the thought of having to take men's cocks. And what would happen if someone bought my indenture who was in to having his servant sucking his cock? I couldn't bear the thought of having to do that totally intimate thing for another guy.

End Of Part Five * For my non-UK readers..... Porkies - short for Pork Pies - rhyming slang for "lies".