DRAY SLAVE
By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories
Part Four
The next morning as we all knelt there waiting to be fed, our owner seemed to go out of his way to humiliate Sarge - as he went down the row of us kneeling there, he sniffed the air around Sarge, pretending he could smell shit, and made some comment to the guy Jon with him about how they'd better make sure that our asses were clean before he used them in future. None of us needed reminding about what had happened to Sarge and Jed (that's four, by the way - sometimes I think of the other guys by their numbers, and sometimes by their names as the owners only used our numbers, but between ourselves we tended to use our names).
Then Steve snapped "Listen up you slaves - the other day I expressly forbad you to have any sexual contact with each other at all without my express permission, and last night at least two of you disobeyed me, with the consequences you can still see, as the cane marks on the butts of two and four are still glowing this morning! But you can't be trusted - I expect others amongst you played with yourselves but were fortunate not to be seen. So the rules have changed: from now on, you are not allowed to touch your own dicks and balls at all - not ever! Is that clear?"
We all knelt there looking at each other, wondering what the fuck he meant, until he snapped again "Are you northerners all pig ignorant? I tell you you're not to touch yourself and ask you if you understand, and all you do is kneel there and look around. Now, what's not clear about being forbidden to touch your dicks and balls? So, do you understand, or do I have to lay into you with cane? I'm very tempted to give you all a cut across your backs, just to get your attention...."
"Sir, yes, sir", we chorused, and he smiled faintly.
He gave us the order to get up and stand at attention then, and then to "about face and march off to the showers. It's funny, actually, doing these standard drill manoeuvres in the nude - it doesn't feel right somehow not to have the "snap" of the boot on the ground when you turn, and our bare feet just don't make the right noise (even though after several days of the running machines with their hard surface most of us were now getting a really tough layer of skin across our feet).
I suppose we'd got used to having to crap together by now, as all eight of us tended to cluster in one area of the grille thing in the floor, and then to squat down to do our business - there were some of the other teams of slaves in there at the same time usually, and it didn't seem to be te done thing to mingle with the other guys. It's always good to have a shower, though, and I find it really wakes me up in the morning and I really like the sensation of having all the sweat and stuff that accumulates on me overnight washed away. But as I began to wash myself, Steve screamed out to all of us "You fucking slaves! Stop that, right now!"
Above the noise of the showers and the astonished mutterings of the other guys from the other teams, he rounded on us and screamed "Just two minutes ago I told you that you were forbidden to touch your dicks and balls! And what do I see two minutes later? All of you, standing there, soaping yourselves! It's no wonder you Northerners lost the war, as you seem incapable of carrying out the simplest instruction! Now, wash each other - if I see any of you touching yourself again, I'll have him dragged out and caned!"
We all looked at each other, but we knew he meant business. But what were we to do, with the guards and all standing there with their prods at the ready? I turned to four who was standing next to me, and muttered "Come on, Jed... I'll do you, and you can do me."
He looked kind of stunned, but we didn't really have any choice, did we? So I soaped up my hands and reached down and stroked his cock and balls with them - I reckon that's the first time I've ever touched another guy's dick, but in the shower it's not as if you're in bed or anything, is it? Well, I mean, I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea - when I was on the footballs team at school and in the marines, we'd have a bit of horseplay sometimes after we'd won a match - a quick slap on the butt, or you might put your arms around another guy as you all laughed or shouted as you'd won or something, but you were always careful not to touch another guy's dick. Sometimes it happened by accident, of course - you'd all be clustered together "sharing the moment" of a victory, and as you moved around another guy's dick might brush against your thigh or even your butt, but it was all accidental. But here it was quite deliberate - I had to soap Jed, and like all guys, when my fingers went around his balls he seemed to be shit scared and almost reflexively moved a bit away - I know it happened to me every time the doctor did the physicals we all had regularly, as one of the things they do is examine your balls for signs of testicle cancer. The worse thing, though, was having to do his ass crack - with grim determination I soaped my hands again and then slid my fingers gingerly down from the top. Jed's got really strong, firm ass muscles and even with the soap, I couldn't make much progress until I told him to spread his feet a bit, and then I could slide right the way through and wash the back of his balls too.
Jed really didn't like doing it to me, either, and kept muttering things like "Dad and my brothers would kill me if they thought I was doing this fag stuff", but I did my best to encourage him by telling him that it was OK as we were using soap and it was only the kind of thing fags did if you were in bed together - I know it's not a very good excuse, but Jed was an Arkansas boy, as he kept reminding us, and I guess that all those years of inbreeding in the hills doesn't make for the brightest guys around! It did feel odd to have his big, horny hands pushing my butt apart, though, and I really was a bit worried when he was stroking my balls as his hands are so big, and I'm not sure he really realised his own strength!
When they turned the water off we all stood there planing the water off our bodies with our hands - it seemed that towels were an unnecessary feature for slaves, as our hides dried naturally soon enough. Steve was watching us, though, and ordered us to line up, and then called to Sarge to step forward.
"Are you properly clean, two?"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
"Liar! I was watching, and you were not cleaned properly! Put your hands behind your neck!"
We all watched as Sarge did as he'd been ordered - the guards watching had all tensed as this was going on and fingered their prods, as if they were expecting trouble. Steve then ordered seven, who'd been washing Sarge, to come out and kneel in front of Sarge.
"Right, seven! You cleaned two thoroughly, did you not?"
"Sir, yes, sir."
"Liar, seven! But let's prove it. 'Skin two back and let me see...."
"Sir, please, no...."
"Seven, if you cleaned two properly, you've done this once already. So what's the problem with doing it again? On the other hand if you did not do it, then you lied to me and need punishing...."
Slowly, as if he were touching some infinitely fragile and delicate piece of glass that he thought might at any moment shatter in his hands, seven reached up and took Sarge's dick in his hand, and then it was if we all stopped breathing as we watched in fascination as very slowly he teased Sarge's 'skin back with the forefinger of his other hand. We could see Sarge starting to get hard as his dark, moist dick head appeared, and I felt so sorry for him as I saw him blushing deeply as this most private part of him was exposed.
"It looks clean enough, I suppose", Steve told us. "But the next time I find that one of you has not had his cock head properly cleaned, we'll complete the operation using the tongue. So remember that, seven, unless you want to lap at two's dick in front of all your buddies."
We went off then to those fucking exercise machines as usual, but we were all kind of subdued - I guess we all felt for Sarge, having to be exposed like that, and for seven, having to play with Sarge's dick in front of all of us - we really were turning into men who were no longer in charge of even the most intimate parts of our lives.
That night once we were locked back in the cage and were all lying around generally wondering what the fuck we were going to do as we were all horny but none of us had asked permission to jerk off or anything, the two masters came along and stood there looking at us all. They had some amused kind of conversation between themselves, pointing at some of us as they did so, and making little laughs and so on as if they were discussing us. Then they went over and dragged the two "horses" in front of the bars, and the older one, Jon, unlocked the cage and told five and seven to come out.
Seven and five knew at once what was going to happen to them of course, and tried to protest, but Jon waved his prod at them and they slunk out and went and lay on the horses as they'd been instructed. They were chained down, and then, just as had happened to Sarge and Jed, the two masters fucked them as the rest of us stood there at the bars, watching helplessly.
I suppose I knew than that this was going to happen to me, too - after all, they'd fucked four of us, so it was a fair bet they were going to do the other four. I was standing next to Sarge, and I think he sensed my unease - I was clenching my fists, I realised, and muttering things like "bastards!".
"Calm down, Steve.... It's no good, you know."
"But look at what they're doing to those guys... And what they did to you.... And what they're gong to do to me, I reckon...."
"You're right, of course. But getting all tense and upset about it isn't going to do any good. We're all slaves now, and that's the kind of thing owners do to slaves, to show them that we are totally under their control. I mean, if you went out and raped someone - whether it's a woman or another guy - they'd lock you up and throw away the key! But a master can do that sort of thing to a slave with total impunity: we're not considered to be men any longer, more like animals, and an owner can do what he likes with an animal."
"But I don't want to be fucked, have my ass raped...."
"It's not up to you any longer, Dave. Try and remember the old song 'Que sera, sera....'. And think back to your training - they always told us that when things looked hopeless, not to 'waste' ourselves in futile effort, but to save our strength in the hope of being able to mount a better fight later. Well, I reckon that's what you've got to do, Dave: accept the inevitable, and conserve your energy for fighting back later."
"But Sarge, I can't just let them rape me tomorrow, or the next day...."
"And what other choices do you have? Are you going to try and fight them, when they've got their prods and you've got all this bare skin exposed? Get real!"
Just then the young guy, Steve, gave a great shout of excitement and we saw his ass clench really tight and his back arched in ecstasy as he thrust forward into poor five one last time - I thought of how I'd done that so many times with the whores I hired, and could almost imagine how he felt as his cum pumped out of his dick. Once again the other one, Jon, took longer to get to his climax, and then, laughing and slapping each other on the back, the two masters freed five and seven from the horses and almost herded them back into the cage.
Sarge and Jed went to comfort them, and the other four of us kind of stood there not really knowing what to do - I mean, what do you say to a buddy who's just been raped in front of you? Especially when you know that's what's going to happen to you sooner or later.
Our troubles weren't over then, though: Steve called out for us all to line up by the bars, and then he stood there and looked at us. "You men have worked hard on the exercise machines today", he told us. "And you perhaps have earned a small reward. And I also want to make sure that every part of you remains in excellent physical condition. Consequently I have decided that you can all masturbate for me now - none of you has asked to jerk off tonight, and I don't want your balls getting out of condition."
We all stood there, kind of looking at each other, and I can remember thinking that this was fucking awful - having to stand three and jerk off in front of my buddies! I mean, it's something you do in private, isn't it, not with a lot of other blokes watching? And, anyway, I hate doing it standing up, and don't even do it in the shower for that reason, preferring to lie on m bed or slump in a chair as I beat the meat. But we'd got this order now, and what was I supposed to do? I thought I'd hang back a bit and see what the others did, but Sarge called out "Sir, I don't want sex not, sir, thank you. And I don't think some of the others do, either."
Steve paced up and down looking at us as we stood there naked, and said quietly "Is that how you all feel? That you don't want to jerk off?"
"Sir, yes, sir", most of us said.
"You fucking slaves!", he screamed. "Haven't you learned anything yet? It's not a question of whether you want sex, or not: I gave you an order, as I want you all to jerk off to keep your balls in good condition. You're my slaves, my property, and I decide what's best for you. I will not have this kind of insubordination, and all of you are going to be punished! Grab hold of the bars in front of you, and don't dare let go!"
We all looked at each other again, but after a couple of seconds I, like the others, leaned forward an wrapped my hands around the steel bars. Steve and Jon entered the cage then, saying that if any of us dared let go of the bars, we'd be punished even more. They went along the row of us pushing our hands down the bars and making us bend our bodies, so that our butts were sticking out.
The first scream caught me totally off guard, and it was only when there was another that I realised what was happening: Steve was going along the line of us giving us each one stroke of the punishment cane. Even though I knew it was coming and the sweat had already broken out of me as I stood there with my bare butt so exposed, it as still a terrible shock - and yes, I did squeal as the cane sliced into my skin. There's that terrible initial pain as it first hits, and then it goes on getting more and more intense for a few seconds as all the nerve cells fire, before it settles down to a throbbing ache.
Once we had all been hit, Steve and Jon went out side the cage again, locking the door behind them, and told us we could stand up. "Now, you fuckers, let's see some real action: get jerking!", Steve snapped.
We all still hesitated, but none of us wanted another cane stroke. So like my buddies I reached down and took hold of my dick. "NO!", Steve yelled. "Are you all complete idiots? Haven't I made a rule that you are not allowed to touch your own dicks? Now, before I punish you all again, start jerking off the guy next to you!"
Look, I'd never touched another guy's dick before, and I looked desperately around. But Sarge was on my left, and as I'm left handed, I reached down for him. I glanced at him as I did so, and saw he had a kind of encouraging look on his face, indicating that he didn't blame me for what I was about to do.
His dick felt heavy and warm and soft in my hand, and as I began to stroke it, I felt Jed's big rough hand grab me. I started to rub my fingers along the underside of Sarge's dick and felt it start to stiffen as I did so, and even though Jed's caresses of mine were much cruder and rougher, I anyway started to go hard myself because it was somehow exciting. I know it shouldn't have been, but I couldn't help it.
I carried on then, curling my fingers around Sarge's dick and sliding his 'skin off and on his dick head, and it was actually very erotic, somehow, having this big warm dick in my hand. I heard Sarge's breathing start to go a bit ragged as I worked away, and I was conscious at another level of my own breath starting to come in spurts as Jed worked away at me. I realised Sarge must be on the edge as my hand started to slide much more freely as his pre-cum was released, and almost at the same time Jed gripped me really hard and did a series of quick strokes that brought me to climax and I pumped a big slime of cum out onto the bare concrete of the corridor. It was so fucking humiliating for all of us - being made to line up like that and then to have to jerk off as if it was some sort of contest or other. And to have to do it to your buddies, and to have them do it to you. I mean, it's bad enough having to run around in the nude all the time, but you do kind of get used to it; but I didn't think I'd ever get used to the idea of having sex in public - it's such a private thing, isn't it, and being forced to do it like that just made me feel even less of a free man that I had before.
I could hardly focus on the exercises we were required to do that day, as my mind was full of what was probably going to happen to me - if they carried on as they had been, there was after all a fifty-fifty chance that Steve and Jon would fuck me that night. I think they were "ramping up" the effort we were required to make during exercising, too, as now there were guards standing around with tawses and at the slightest signs of any of us even thinking about slacking, the tawse would land on our naked backs or butts. It's not that it hurts all that much - it's enough to get you to re-focus as it stings a bit, but it doesn't last. It's also the sheer shock of having another man physically punish you that starts to get to you: the thought that the guard with the tawse has such power over you that he can hit you like that and there's no law, no rules, nothing, to stop him as you are just a piece of your owner's property.
I watched Steve and Jon come into the cages area that night, and, as I had predicted, my turn had come. Steve ordered me out onto one of the horses, and one of the other guys was put onto the other one (I can't remember who). The leather felt cold on my belly, and I hated having the cuffs fastened around my wrists and ankles - I felt so totally helpless and powerless once I'd been tied down like that, as there was no way now that I could stop the them raping me.
It was Steve who took me, and Jon who took my buddy. The two men were laughing at some joke or other as they dropped their jeans, and I felt the bundle of fabric around Steve's ankles as he pressed close to me. I knew it was no use complaining or anything as they weren't going to listen and it only made me look like a wimp, so I curled my fingers around the front of the horse in an effort to control myself - I didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting me. Before he started, though, I felt this hot, sweaty hands running all over my arse, and I heard him say to Jon "I can still feel the cane stroke on this one's backside - is yours the same?"
I hated the feel of his hands on me like that, especially when he moved them up to my neck and then ran them all down my back, stopping to press into my ribs as he did so, and telling Jon what good shape I was in! Well I was, of course, but having a guy feel you like that, just as if you're some kind of prize piece of stock, is gross. I guess that to him that's just what I was, though - some sort of animal that was being trained and honed to be in even better condition, so I could work better as a slave. But then he pulled my arse apart, and I felt the hard warmth of his dick pressing into me - he kind of moved his dick up and down my ass crack a bit, and I have to admit it was kind of erotic: you know how sensitive you are down there, especially just behind your balls, and against my will I gave a little moan of pleasure as his dick moved around, sometimes caressing my hole.
When he'd had enough, though, it got rapidly worse: I felt his dick head stopping against my hole, and then he pushed forward. I tried to clench my muscles to stop it, but it was no good - the more I clenched, the more it seemed to excite him and drive him to thrust at me harder and harder. There's no way you can stop it, though, is there? If you're tied down and helpless, sooner or later a guy's dick is going to break into you, and as Steve's did so I gave a scream. Sure, it hurt, but I reckon my cry was more one of the absolute anguish of knowing that another man had totally violated me, totally used me in a way that no one has a right to. And then, as he began to thrust in and out, I just couldn't help moaning with every stroke, in spite of gripping the horse as hard as I could and willing myself to be silent - when his thighs slammed into mine and he was buried deep in me, I just couldn't help it.
It didn't go on for all that long, I suppose, as Steve's a young guy and I remember how I was at that age - I barely had to get my dick inside a girl and I'd cum. And so it was mercifully soon over, and Steve pulled out and stood there, watching Jon perform for a few moments, before hitching up his boxers and jeans. He slapped my butt and muttered "You're a good fuck, boy - and in time, I think you'll make an excellent fuck!", and when I made no reply, he slapped me again, this time much harder.
"When your owner speaks to you, boy, you respond! You're lucky my cane isn't here, or you'd have had another stripe to go with the one you already have. Now, I've just said you're a good fuck...."
"Sir, thank you, sir", I muttered through clenched teeth. I mean, what's the point of resisting, when you're totally helpless, as I was? He gave a kind of scornful little laugh, and said "One day you will be glad that I treat my slaves humanely - you get well fed here, and we don't punish you excessively, and we're showing you how men can enjoy each other! Now, let's get you back in the cage..."
He was careful to keep his prod in one hand as he released the shackles with the other, and indicated with a toss of his head that I should go back in to join the others. I saw Sarge standing there, his hands gripping the bars and with a harsh, cruel look on his face as if he would willingly have sprung out and killed Steve for what he'd done to me and my buddy.
I stood there, feeling that horrible sensation of having cum slowly slithering out of me, and Sarge put his arm around my shoulder. "Easy, Steve", he almost whispered. "The bastards have us for now, but it won't always be like this - one day we'll find a way of getting back at them..."
"Yes, Sarge, but it's too late... They've fucked me...."
"...and me, too, Dave, remember that! But it's not all that bad - you're hurting physically a bit now as that bastard didn't lube you or stretch you, and you're feeling pretty bad about it, too, I can tell. But it's not as if they've damaged you permanently - you've only lost your virginity, not an arm or a leg or an eye...."
"They raped me, Sarge...."
"Yes... But it's not the end of the world. I know it's always written about as if it's almost as bad as killing someone to rape them, but think about it, Dave: your pride's hurt for sure, and you're thinking all that stuff about 'not being a proper man now', but actually you're OK, aren't you? If we had to fight now, you could.... So quit whining, and act like a proper soldier, OK?"
Well, that shut me up, I suppose, and I went and lay down and tried to sleep, knowing we'd have another tough day on the exercise machines the following day - which indeed we did! That night Steve and Jon fucked the other two guys, as the other six of us watched silently, but the night after that when they came to us after dinner there was a change: Steve ordered us to line up behind the bars and began "Now, you men must be getting really horny: you haven't jerked off for a couple of days. I'm not going to order you to do it, as I was planning to wait and see how long you can hold out for - but remember, you're monitored on CCTV, and if you're seen touching yourselves, there'll be big trouble! So, do any of you want to play tonight?"
We were all standing there kind of looking at each other, and we began to shake our heads - except for five and eight, who'd stood next to each other. I thought that was a bit odd.
"Anyway", Steve went on, "It doesn't matter. You've all been working hard, so I'm giving you a free night.
You can do whatever you want tonight - jerk yourselves off, play with each other now you know what another guy's dick feels like, or perhaps some of you might even like to think about having proper sex, now you've experienced Jon and me!"
The two masters turned and left then, and we all started to relax, looking at each other and saying things like "Thank Christ! I thought my balls would blow off if I had to wait any longer...."
Frankly, all I wanted to do was to lie down, wait until things had quietened down, and then quietly jack off. I still didn't like the thought of doing it in a semi-public way like that, but at least I'd get some relief as my dick was almost constantly erect and I didn't like the way I'd felt the odd drops of pre-cum leaking out, and of knowing that my buddies would see it. It wasn't that simple, though - as we all shuffled around to find space, five and eight almost went out of their way to let us see that they were deliberately choosing to lie close together, and then, when we were all settled down, we realised they were jerking each other off! And not just doing it quietly and discretely, either: they were kind of caressing each other, and kissing, and fooling around, playing with their bodies, so that we all couldn't help seeing and hearing.
If you ask me, it's pretty disgusting - I mean, I know guys do have sex together for fun, but not in public like this, with the other six of us watching! And five and eight were both married men, too - they were always going on about how much they missed their wives, and their kids. What the fuck was happening here, when two married guys went at it like rabbits, whereas single guys like me were trying to hide their embarrassment as they beat their own meat quietly? Just then, though, Sarge began to shout and scream at them furiously, telling them they were not to start be having like fags, and that they were a disgrace to the Service!
All three of them got to their feet and stood there screaming at each other, five and eight saying that they could do what they liked, and that Sarge should mind his own business, as our owner had said they could; and Sarge saying that they were still soldiers, and they they'd better do as he said! Some of the rest of us got up when it looked as if things were getting nasty and pulled five and eight away from Sarge, and I think they got the idea that most of us didn't want that kind of behaviour in our cramped cell.
The next night, though, things came to a bit of a head - I reckon Steve had been watching the argument on the CCTV, because after dinner he came in alone, without Jon, and pulled a single "horse" in front of us. We were all standing there, wondering who he was going to fuck, and he unlocked the cage door and ordered Sarge out.
Sarge walked proudly towards the horse, as if to say he didn't care what Steve did to him, but Steve stopped him and instead took a pair of cuffs, told Sarge to put his hands behind his neck, and cuffed his wrists to the "D" ring on Sarge's collar. Sarge then stood there and watched as Steve ordered eight out of the cage, and this time the horse was to be used as Steve guided eight over to it, and then shackled him to the legs as we had all been.
We wondered what was going to happen as Steve took some lube and spent some time greasing eight's hole and stretching him, and, when he had finished, he went over and began to rub the lube over Sarge's dick, stroking him to a full erection. I guess Sarge recognised what was about to happen, as he shouted "NO! I won't! You can't make me do this! I'm not going to fuck another guy - no way! There's no way you can make me fuck one of my men....."
Steve just smiled, and said casually "Well, two, at least you're interested: if I'm not mistaken, that's a pretty good wood you've thrown now.... Now, come on over to eight....."
He grabbed Sarge by the balls and began to pull Sarge over towards the horse, but after a couple of steps, Sarge just stood there, and with his face contorted with the pain he must have been feeling from Steve's pressure on his balls, he muttered "No, no way. That's far enough. I won't go any further, even if you tear my balls off....."
Steve stopped for few seconds, and the mature man and eighteen year old boy glared at each other, and we could all tell that there was a real battle of wills going on between them. Then Steve said calmly "You're a slave, two, remember that. My slave. A member of this team of slaves. And when one member of a team disobeys, they're all guilty....."
With that Steve grabbed hold of his punishment cane and really laid into poor eight as he thrashed around totally helplessly on the horse. He shouted, screamed, and begged for the punishment to stop, but Steve just carried on, until he'd done what looked like thirty strokes before he stopped. All of us were clustering close, right up to the bars, and could see the livid red marks all over eight's butt and thighs, and hear the pitiful sobbing of the guy as he lay there - he'd screamed so much whilst he'd been beaten that he must have shouted himself hoarse as all that came out was this pitiful noise now.
"So, two, you see what your defiance of me and your refusal to obey my orders is doing to your companion? Now, are you going to do as I commanded you, or are you going to cause eight more pain?"
Sarge just stood there, shaking his head, perhaps more in disbelief at what had just taken place, than in defiance. With a shrug, Steve raised his cane and eight more strokes were made across eight's butt, although there was a lot less screaming this time.
Dave looked at Sarge again. "I've pretty comprehensively striped his butt, I'll need to move on to his thighs exclusively.... Have you any idea of how much more painful cane strokes to the thighs are than those on the butt, even? Or perhaps I should turn him over, and stripe his belly, and the front of his thighs, so that eight can discover what true pain is. Still, I don't suppose you care - it's not you who's suffering, is it?"
"Please, sir, please don't punish eight! It's me who's disobeying...."
"You just don't understand, do you, two? You're a slave, you're all slaves, and I can do anything I like with you. And I think I could beat you to a raw pulp and you might not obey me - so I'm inflicting your punishment on eight. You can stop this right now, two.... And it's not as if eight would mind being fucked, after all - from what I can see, he's probably experienced....."
Steve raised his cane again, and Sarge shouted "No, sir, please....."
As we all watched in fascination, Sarge took a step towards eight as he lay there, and Steve lowered the cane. Sarge had gone limp during the punishment - unlike most of us, as I noticed the other guys were, like me, mostly hard, and Steve came up to him and stroked him to a full erection again.
It was kind of erotic, I suppose - Steve "guided" Sarge's dick up eight's ass, and then stood behind Sarge, put his hands on Sarge's hips, and basically pushed and pulled at Sarge to get him going! Mind you, after a few thrusts, Sarge seemed to get he idea and began to pump away "naturally" - well, I suppose it's not all that different from fucking a woman up the backside, and perhaps Sarge had done that sometimes.
Afterwards, when Sarge and eight were back in the cage, Sarge looked kind of pathetic as he stood there alone, as the rest of us clustered around eight to see if we could help him with the terrible pain he was in from the beating. Then, all of a sudden, five threw himself at Sarge and landed a punch right to the head, causing him to reel back and collapse onto the floor. Five threw himself down on top of Sarge, screaming "You bastard! Look at what happened to eight! It's your fault - you fucked him anyway, and your stupid pride made five suffer all those strokes...."
He carried on pummelling Sarge with his fists, and Sarge, strangely, didn't seem to resist and just lay there as if he knew he was guilty. Me and some of the other guys had to pull five off Sarge, and hold him until he'd simmered down a bit.
None of us slept well that night - we were all thinking about what we'd seen, of course. But the groans of eight were quite loud and went on for a lot of the time, even though five was trying to comfort him. And I guess some of us, or at least me, were worried that the fighting had been seen on the CCTV and we'd all be punished the next day.
End Of Part Four