Slave camp 2

Author: plugged
Title: Slave camp 2
Date: 29 October 2008

During my indoctrination, . . .
I will rephrase that. During my attempted "brainwashing" in the first week, I was to find out more about this crazy gang. Perhaps I should explain it now so you know what I'm talking about later. I found it hard to believe this outfit has been in existence for over twenty years. There had been stories of guys going missing but friends and the police assumed they wanted to disappear or had gone abroad. I suspect a lot of them ended up in this place.

The camp has three companies, "A", "B" and "C" and in overall control is the Commandant. Each company has a Captain and four Lieutenants. They are always dressed in leather and are the masters. When a slave approaches any master he will get on his knees and bow his head. He will not look the master in the eye. If he is ordered to stand, the slave will look straight ahead. All masters are addressed as Sir.

Each company has a sergeant who is responsible for the running of the slave billet and control of the guards.
Under him are two corporals. One is in charge of the field guards who assist the masters to supervise physical training and punishment; especially in the muddy areas as the masters must appear clean and tidy at all times. If they are working in the Correction Centre field guards will wear urban combat trousers, light grey webbing belt and dark grey T-shirt. There are 2 field guards to every slave.
The other corporal is in charge of the discipline guards who act as security guards touring the camp in pairs as a deterrent for any rebellious slave.

Part of the area patrolled is mud flats on a river and they change their highly polished Doc Martens and clean jeans for waders, rubber shorts and rubber T-shirts. They also carry out punishment in the billets. Because they are around 24 hours per day there are 4 discipline guards to every slave. They also work in the Correction Centre. Under each corporal is a lance-corporal.

Slaves approaching a NCO or guard must bow his head first before speaking. He will not get on his knees unless instructed to do so. All NCOs and guards are addressed as Sir.
In each company there is room for 12 slaves. Slaves in "A" company are numbered 101 to 112. Slaves in "B" company are 201 to 212 and slaves in "C" company are 301 to 312.

The slaves are also graded. A new slave is grade 1 and will wear a 2" wide plain leather collar with three "D" rings, one at the front and one on each side, and secured at the back with a padlock. During his training if he shows willingness he will change to a collar with one row of studs spaced 1" apart. If he further improves he wears a collar with two rows of studs spaced 25mm apart and only one "D" ring at the front. Once he is regarded as a perfect slave ready for sale he wears a collar with two rows of closely set studs and one "D" ring.

In addition there are the Trusties, older slaves past the active age and work in various ancillary services. Apparently they want to remain slaves all of their lives. They must be mad.

Among the buildings is the Correction Centre where "recruits" are brainwashed into believing the life of a slave is the greatest thing that could happen to them. Torture Chamber would be a better description.
There are chains hanging from overhead beams, whips hanging from hooks on the walls as well as handcuffs, ankle irons and gas masks with the eye lens painted over.
There are 3 small metal cages, 6 ft tall by 20" square. Hanging above the cages were electrodes for giving electric shock treatment.
At the far end of the Correction Centre is the Punishment Block. It's the camp prison with cells and where the detention guards have their "fun". i.e. beating up erring slaves.





I was led to a building and when we entered there were more guards. Four field guards wearing tight fitting urban combat gear and highly polished high ankle army boots. Each of them carried a rubber truncheon. We were in a room about 13 ft x 13 ft. Two doors led off to the side.

"Slave 107 to start his indoctrination." said the discipline guard who led me in. He unhooked the chain from my collar and the tape gagging me. Two of the field guards grabbed me and roughly dragged me through one of the doors into a larger room.
"O.K. You piece of shit. From now on you do anything we say or we use this stick. Across your balls, across your back and even up your arse." said one of them. To show that he meant it he struck me on the balls and said "On your knees, arsehole, and don't say a word."

I yelled with the pain and dropped on my knees. This wasn't the time to tell him to get lost. The other two guards came into the room and the four studied me, not saying a word.
I knelt there for about ten minutes. I looked around me and I started getting worried with what I saw.

There were two sets of stocks with openings for head and arms. I knew what that meant. There were chains hanging from overhead beams. Against one wall was a large wooden St. Andrew's Cross. (diagonal cross) with ankle and wrist straps. On another wall were whips, handcuffs and ankle irons.
Also hanging from the wall was an old fashioned divers suit in heavy rubber complete with metal head cover and little glass window. Next to it were two pairs of waders.
It was then I heard two guards say "Good Morning, Sir."

My master, Lieutenant Thomson arrived with the Commandant. The lieutenant had changed his leather trousers and now wore a pair with a cod piece fitted with press stud for instant removal. Instead of a shirt he now wore a leather harness. The harness showed off his well built chest. With his neat waist and a large bulge at his crotch I began to get a hard on. If this was the guy who was going to fuck me every day perhaps being a slave wasn't too bad. Little did I realise how wrong I was. The Commandant stood to the side.
The lieutenant said "Secure Slave 107 to the beams and we will ask him a few questions."

My handcuffs were removed and my wrists fitted with leather wrist straps. Rings on the straps were connected to hooks from the overhead chains and the chains were pulled. Ankle restrainers were fitted keeping my legs about 28" apart. In less than a minute I stood spread eagled.
With their tight fitting T-shirts and urban combat trousers the guards were also quite attractive looking and my hard on became obvious. The leather guy looked at it and smiled. "I think we are going to have a good time together."
I don't know what he meant by that. I remembered earlier in the barracks when Slave 106 was belted for having a hard on.

The smile disappeared from his face as he stood in front of me holding his horse whip.
"You will forget everything that happened before you arrived at this camp. Your life before today is no longer important. You are starting a new life and a new identity. From now on your name is Slave 107 and that is the only name you shall answer to. You will address me as SIR. You will address all the other masters as Sir. You will address all the guards as Sir. Do I make myself clear?"

I said nothing. I had no intention to fall into their brainwashing ideas. The hard on which I had as they strung me up had gone now. We were back to playing silly games. He was walking slowly round me as he spoke. Suddenly he drew his whip across my balls. I gave out a yell.
"Repeat after me, my name is Slave 107."

I refused to answer. He drew his whip across my arse. I still refused to answer.
"Repeat after me, my name is Slave 107."
I was determined not to give in and said nothing. A few seconds later he drew his whip across my balls again. This time I was expecting it and was prepared. I said nothing. Ten seconds later a rain of ten lashes struck my arse. I still said nothing. Ten seconds later it was my balls to receive ten lashes. I gasped but kept my mouth close. "Repeat after me, my name is Slave 107."
There was a break of another ten seconds then there were twenty hard strokes across my arse. I groaned silently but still said nothing.

"Repeat after me, my name is Slave 107."
"Your name is Slave 107." I said.
Out of the side of my eye I would see the Commandant smile.
"Very funny." said my master. He turned to the guards, smiled and said "We have a comedian in our presence."
Suddenly he drew his whip across my balls fifteen times. Before he had reached the sixteenth stroke I shouted "No. Please."
I couldn't stand twenty hard strokes across my balls. A smile appeared on his face.
"Now we're getting somewhere. What is your name?"
I knew I had lost this round and said slowly "My name is Slave 107."

"Repeat it."
"My name is Slave 107."
"And again."
"My name is Slave 107."
"What was your name before that?" he said.
I was just about to say Dougie fae Glesca when I remembered his words about forgetting my past. "I had no name before that, Sir."
A brief smile appeared on his face.

"Well done, 107. You can obey orders when you try. The next thing you will learn is the Slaves Law. Four rules a slave must observe at all times.
Rule 1. A slave exists purely for his master's pleasure.
Rule 2. A slave will obey his master at all times.
Rule 3. A slave will never tell his master he is wrong.
Rule 4. A slave will show no sexual arousement without his master's permission.
You will learn these rules by heart and repeat them when ordered at any time. Do I make myself understood?"

With these words he drew his whip across my balls. By now I was used to the pain so it didn't feel so bad. However I though I would play along with his little game a bit further.
"Yes, Sir." I said.
"What is Rule 1?"
"A slave will obey you when ever he feels like it." I said.
"Very funny." said the guy.
Even the guards were smiling. I was expecting about ten lashes across my arse and sure enough I received them.
"I think 107 had broken Rule 4." said the Commandant.

I knew what Rule 4 was. I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard. The Commandant saw me looking down. "At least he knows what Rule 4 is." he said with a smile.
"I'm sure he knows the rest of the Rules, Sir. He doesn't want to conform." said the lieutenant.
"Don't worry, lieutenant. It's more of a challenge when they're stubborn. Carry on."
"What is Rule 1?" said the guy, at the same time giving me ten lashes across my balls. I gritted my teeth. Then it was ten lashes across my back followed by ten lashes across arse. He started lashing my balls when I shouted "No. Please."

I couldn't take any more. I felt exhausted.
"Rule 1 states that a slave exists purely for his Master's pleasure" I said slowly.
I wasn't sure if I was right.
"Correct. Now tell me Rule 2."
I shook my head. "I can't remember Rule 2."
"Rule 2. A slave will obey his master at all times." he said.
I repeated it.
He continued "Rule 3. A slave will never tell his master he is wrong."
I repeated it.
"Rule 4. A slave will show no sexual arousement without his master's permission."
I repeated it.

For the next ten minutes I was asked the question What was my name? and Quote the Rules. All the questions were mixed. i.e. Question 4 followed by question 3 followed by What is my name followed by Question 3. If I didn't answer fast enough he lashed my balls or my arse several times.
"Perhaps 107 will give us a little entertainment now." said the Commandant rubbing his crotch. Somehow I knew what was meant by entertainment.
"Take 107 down and place him in the stocks." said the lieutenant.

The guards unhooked my wrists and removed the leather straps then the ankle restrainers. Keeping a firm hold of me they took me to a set of stocks, pushed my head down and secured it, then the wrists and finally my ankles. I stood with my body at right angles to my legs and my arse exposed.
The Commandant was the first to fuck me. Then the lieutenant. Then the guards. Six cocks up my arse in 40 minutes. Little did I realise this would be a regular occurrence for the months ahead.