Dray Slave

DRAY SLAVE

By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

(Readers are reminded that this is "the other side of the coin", telling the story in the author's "Steve's First Job" from the perspective one of the slaves, Dave, rather than from that of the master, Steve. They mostly recount the same incidents, but from a different point of view).

Part Seven

I felt really sorry for Chad, as he was such a nice young guy. He'd really worked hard at delivering the stuff, and with the exercise and the good food he'd started to look like a really desirable piece of manflesh - his abs were starting to grow small ridges, and there were those agreeable bulges of muscle in his biceps that show up so well on young men. And now he was going to get the ultimate "reward" that all slaves get - he was going to be fucked by his owner.

All the time he'd been with us in the cage he'd never taken part in any of our fun and games - Sarge seemed to "guard" him somehow, telling us that it was Chad's decision whether he wanted to play or not, and that we had to respect it. Any of us could have taken him by force, I suppose, but we wouldn't have risked it as he was almost a "mascot" to the whole team, and I reckon if any of the guys had tried it, the rest of us would have been pretty cross. Now, though, his time had come - it was no longer up to Chad, was it? Steve was going to fuck him, and fuck him here, right in front of us. I put an arm around Chad and almost whispered "Don't worry - it's not so bad, really. And when Steve's taken your cherry you'll be a real man..."

"But Dave, I don't go with guys.... At school I was a stud, and when I joined the army, at boot camp on the weekends, I went out and found bar girls...."

"We were al like that, Chad. But we were all fucked by Steve, or Jon. That's what happens to slaves - didn't you know? And, as I said, it's not so bad: it hurts like hell at first, but once you get used to it it's actually a whole lot of fun to be really close and intimate with your buddies...."

Just at that moment though Steve called out for Chad to come out of the cage, so I took my arm away and he went to the gate. It was interesting to seethe two men together - I guess Chad and Steve were about the same age, but Steve was as usual dressed in his casual but somehow expensive way, with tight jeans, a long-sleeved cotton shirt and tasselled loafers, whereas Chad was of course naked except for his collar.

"Now, Chad, I don't want any nonsense....", Steve started to say as he saw the look of almost terror in Chad's eyes as he stared at the horse. "Just do as I say, and this will soon all be over and you'll have completed your journey into slavedom."

Steve opened the cage door and Chad went out, and then Steve stood there for a few moments, running his hands almost sensuously over Chad's body as he clearly admired the new muscle that Chad had put on, and the smooth sensation of Chad's nicely-tanned skin.. He finished by holding Chad's dick in his hand and stroking the guy to erection, very gently and sensually, I thought. Then he stopped, and announced "I reckon you and me could do it better than on the horse, Chad. I think I'll take you to my room over in the bachelor draymen's quarters, and we can really get stuck in over there.... We might even fool around a bit and make out properly, and spend the night...."

"No!", Chad shouted. "I don't want to be fucked... I won't let you do it. You can whip me, or do whatever you want, but you aren't going to fuck me. And I reckon that if you try, you'll come off worse - you've felt my muscles....."

Steve glared at him, clearly amazed at this defiance, and I think we were all surprised as well. I mean, none of us had put up any resistance when we'd been ritually "taken" on the horse, even though we were all bigger and stronger than Steve and Jon. I think that, subconsciously, we'd accepted our status as slaves somehow, even though we'd not admit it out loud, or even to ourselves. Then Steve gave one of those wicked smiles he was sometimes capable of and called out to Sarge.

"Two, you get out here, too. You can come with me to the BDQ and help keep Chad here in line. That's what sergeants do, isn't it?"

"Sir, please, sir", Sarge began. "You can't help me to rape a guy, sir. It's not right..."

"And let me remind you, two, that a master using a slave is not, and never has been, rape! It's just using the slave, as a master has every right to. Now, before I order a whipping for you - no, for you both - get out here and do as I say."

Sarge hesitated for a moment, and Steve added "If I have to get the guards to discipline Chad whilst I take his cherry, it will be followed by a whipping. A proper whipping, with the bull whip. Did you see what happened to the slave on a dray earlier in the week after he was found sneaking off at the lunch break and fucking that lady's maid whilst her owner was in the restaurant? Do you want young Chad, and yourself, to end up with your backs and butts all torn and bleeding like that?"

I saw Sarge looking, evaluating, and I could see him reach a decision. He stepped to the door of our cage, put his arm around Chad's shoulders, and muttered "Come on, son.... We must obey Steve - he is our master...."

"But Sarge...."

"No 'buts', soldier! Do as I say - it's the lesser of the two evils."

With that it seemed that Chad's resistance crumbled, and Steve walked off, followed by Sarge and Chad. The rest of us all stood there, and then we all kind of shrugged and sat down and talked about the day and stuff - I guess we were becoming so used to the idea of being slaves that what was going to happen to Chad seemed somehow inevitable, the natural order of things.

They came back a couple of hours later, all three of them. Steve was kind of smiling, or, perhaps, had a look of triumph on his face. Chad was near to tears, and Sarge looked grim and angry. Chad went and sat down, pressing his back to the far wall of our cage and resting his head between his knees, with his arms clasped around them, looking a picture of misery. Some of the other guys tried to comfort him but he brushed them away. Sarge lay down in the straw and just muttered "Time for 'lights out', guys - it's work as usual tomorrow".

I lay beside Sarge - I'd always liked the guy, and since he'd been "guarding" Chad, I hadn't had much of a chance to talk to him intimately as we'd used to. I was quiet for a bit, and then I whispered "Do you want to tell someone about it, Sarge? It helps, you know...."

He was quiet for what seemed like hours, and I began to think he hadn't heard me. Then he half turned to look at me. "You're a real friend, Dave. Look.... It was pretty awful. I mean, it's one thing to be fucked by Steve here, on the horse.... But what went on there went way beyond that...."

I moved slightly so that I could put a hand on Sarge's shoulder, and another on his hip, as we lay together. I just kept quiet, knowing that if I said anything, the spell would be broken. Then once Sarge began, there was no stopping him.

"It wasn't like an owner just taking a slave's cherry, Dave. When we got into Steve's room he stripped off, then he put his arms around Chad, and began to kiss him - proper, full on the mouth, tongues down the throat kissing. I just stood there and watched, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Steve's body was white, you could hardly tell them apart as they were so much alike in physique. But Chad was resisting a little, and I could tell that Steve was being masterly, even forceful, in carrying on kissing so passionately as his hands ran all over Chad... And he was stroking his dick, too. Then he stopped for a bit and pushed Chad down onto the bed, and fell on top of him and carried on kissing him - I could see through his open legs as he kind of straddled Chad, that Steve was rock hard, too. It was like being at some sort of superior live sex show, with two really good looking young studs about to enjoy themselves."

"Steve kept on stroking Chad as he went on kissing him and generally messing around with him - I saw him pinching Chad's nips, for example, and Chad reacted as you might expect by arching his body up under Steve's.

Steve was stroking Chad's dick, quite hard, until the inevitable happened, and Chad shot his load - just at the last minute Steve pulled away a bit and pointed Chad's dick up towards his belly, so his cum shot along his body. Steve sat up then, looking down at Chad lying by the side of him, and I saw him smiling. Chad was just lying there, almost gasping for air!"

"It looked as if everything was going to be all right then. Steve scooped up some of Chad's cum, reached down, pushed Chad's legs apart a bit, and began to massage his hole and generally lube him up - I reckon Chad thought it was 'uncomfortable', at worse, especially when Steve got three fingers in and was really doing the business of opening Chad up. I thought he was doing Chad a favour, actually - he didn't want Chad to hurt too much when his dick went in."

"Then it was time, and Steve began to push up Chad's legs, telling Chad to grab his ankles, as Steve was clearly going to fuck him on his back. Then all hell broke loose - Chad suddenly began to shout "No, no, please...", and kind of scooted away from Steve. Steve ordered him to get back down and 'resume the position', but Chad refused. So Steve told me to grab him!"

"Well, what was I supposed to do? If I refused, and if Chad kept on like this, he'd be whipped. And if I did nothing, I'd be whipped, too. So I went over and sort of put my arms around Chad and told him not to be so fucking stupid, and that it would all be over soon..... But I don't think that's what Steve had in mind, as he told me to kind of sit on the bed with my back against the headboard, and then to sit Chad down between my legs, to wrap my legs around Chad' to hold them apart, and to hold Chad's arms.... It's as if I was acting as the restraints on a 'horse'.... But what was I supposed to do? There was no point in us both getting a bull whipping, was there? And, actually, it was quite exciting: my dick was rock hard, and pushing into Chad's back as I restrained him."

"I had to lie there, holding Chad down, as Steve raped him. I had a kind of interesting view, as my head was almost on Chad's shoulder, and I could see Steve's body there stretched out in front of me as he fucked away. Chad was gasping and shouting and crying..... And it went on and on for what seemed like hours, until Steve shot, and fell forward. His sweaty hands ran all over my arms as I lay there, as if he wanted to enjoy me, too."

I reckon Steve was kind of testing me, as when he pulled out of Chad he sort of scooted up the bed, knelt beside me as I lay there, pushed his dick at my face and told me to clean him up. It was fucking disgusting - some of Chad's crap, Steve's cum.... The smell of it almost turned my stomach. I felt like telling him to fuck off, or even hitting him. But what was the point? I'd come this far, and it was pretty pointless to stop, so I put my arm around his butt to hold him steady, and did the business, even though I hated it."

"I thought it would be all over then, as Steve came and lay beside me, and told Chad to lie on the other side of him. He had his arms around us, and was stroking at his body. Then he looked at Chad and said 'See, two here knows that a slave obeys. But did you also see, Chad, that he almost did not? And when he was licking my cock and cleaning me up, he wasn't doing it enthusiastically. And do you know what happens to slaves who are unenthusiastic, Chad? They get punished!'"

"He pushed me away then, told me to go belly down on the edge of the bed and to spread my legs, and gave me two strokes with the cane on my butt. I buried my face in the mattress as I didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of crying out. He came and sat beside me then and actually stroked his fingers over my butt, as if he was enjoying feeling the marks the cane had left. Then I could hardly believe it - he said softly 'Your turn now, two - I've opened up Chad nicely, and so you can continue the good work - get in there and fuck him hard."

"I begged him not to make me do it, and he pointed out that I'd just had two cane strokes. And that he thought that if Chad's butt was not soon covered by my body, then it would make a good target for the cane. Well, I didn't want Chad to get caned, did I? And what Steve said was basically true - I mean, if you've been fucked once, there's no real reason not to take another dick, is there?"

"Chad was almost crying, and tried to push me away as I got hold of him and got him bent down on the bed - I reckoned it would be easier for him if I fucked him 'doggy fashion', as not so much of my dick would go up him. And my dick's a lot thicker and longer than Steve's, as you may have noticed..... Well, I did it as gently as I could, bending right over him and whispering to him that he was a nice guy, and all that other stuff you do when you're trying to get a guy to enjoy it, rather than just trying to fuck the brains out of him. And afterwards, when I'd shot, I saw Steve looking at me and I knew what he wanted me to do - so even though Chad wasn't all that keen, I pushed him over onto this back to lie next to Steve, then straddled him, and made him suck my dick clean. It can't have been all that bad, as I reckon Steve had cleared most of the crap out of him. But there were tears rolling down Chad's face. I felt awful - but I reckon I'd done the right thing, as it was inevitable he was going to get fucked, after all, and, at least, I saved him from a whipping....".

"I thought it was all over then and we were safe, and I'd even relaxed a bit and was lying there with my hands behind my head, as you do after a good fuck. Bu then Steve started again, and said to Chad 'I reckon it's your turn now, nine! I've fucked you, two's fucked you, and now it's your turn to let me see what you can do. I don't want that nice dick up my ass, so it's two who's going to have the pleasure....' Well, at once Chad tensed, and said firmly, but quietly, actually, 'No, I won't.' Steve was pissed off, of course, and told Chad he had no choice, as he was a slave, and slaves obeyed their master's orders. Chad then went on and on about how he couldn't, how he respected me too much, and Steve only laughed. 'Slaves don't respect other slaves', he told him. 'As far as I'm concerned, you're all alike - just slaves.'

With that he told me to lie on the edge of the bed again, and there was no point in me doing anything else, was there? So I went and got as comfortable as I could, and pressed my face into the bed as I didn't want to alarm Chad if he hurt me a bit...."

"Chad wasn't going to do it, though, and carried on arguing with Steve. And finally I heard Steve say 'Look at those marks on two's butt, nine! Now, unless you get your body over it PDQ, there will be a whole lot more. You don't want me to thrash two because you're disobeying me, do you? It's not as if it's a big deal - you've seen all the other slaves fucking away with each other... It's perfectly natural, a normal thing for one guy to do to another...."

"Chad seemed to be really unsure, but when Steve reached out for his cane, he got up and came and stood between my legs. I could feel his warmth against me, but he didn't seem to know what to do quite - Steve got off the bed and came and stood beside Chad, put one arm around his shoulders, then he seemed to reach down and almost push Chad's dick in to my ass. There was a great 'slap' sound and I reckon he kind of 'encouraged' Chad into me by slapping him on his butt, as he went into me in one big thrust, burying him in me so I could feel his pubes on my butt - it was so sudden, so unexpected, that I couldn't help crying out. And then Steve stood there for a bit 'encouraging' Chad again, with his hands on Chad's hips, guiding him in and out of me. I reckon that if there'd been a camera crew there it would have been a great porn scene...."

"Afterwards Steve made me lie beside him, and he almost casually draped his leg over my thigh, resting his knee in my crotch, showing he was in charge..... Chad was sort of sitting there on the end of the bed, his head bowed, looking really miserable, and Steve started to talk quietly to me....."

"What about, Sarge?", I interjected as he'd gone quiet, and kind of contemplative, and I wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"Oh, well.... It doesn't matter. It was stuff about masters and slaves, and how slaves needed to obey, to obey willingly.... Then Steve got up and pulled his clothes on, and brought us back here. As we walked across the yard he told me he wanted Chad fucked once more tonight, and that I'd better get four, Jed, to do it, as he was always so enthusiastic...."

I looked across at Chad, sitting there all hunched up, and held Sarge tight. "You can't do that, Sarge! I mean, Jed's a nice guy, but his dick is a monster. And when he gets going, he sometimes doesn't know his own strength.... Chad's going to be really tender and sore after Steve and you have fucked him - he wants someone to be gentle, to go slowly, to be a lover, rather than just a fucker....."

"Dave, I reckon you're right. I'd better obey Steve and make sure Chad does get fucked, but that big Arkansas farm boy is too much..... You'd better do it, Dave. You seem to understand what the kid needs right now."

I thought it was going to be easy. I told Sarge that he'd better make it right with the other guys as they all felt sorry for Chad, and if they saw me starting to fuck him they might work me over, and he agreed, and then I went over and sat down next to Chad, slipping my arm around his shoulders and pulling him towards me.

"Look, so you've got fucked.... It's no big deal.... It's happened to all of us.... And now you can be part of the crew proper, Chad: you've always been a bit separate from the other eight of us, but now you can really join in with all the fun we have here at night...."

"Dave, I don't want to...."

"Hey, when you can choose who you're with, it's really fun - not like when Steve is forcing you...."

Chad sounded so hesitant, as if he was almost ashamed of what he was saying. He lowered his voice and whispered "Dave, you won't tell anyone else, will you?" When I pulled him closer to me so he knew I'd agreed, he went on "I didn't like being fucked much, Dave. But when Sarge's body was all close to mine.... well, it sort of... sort of turned me on. And when I had to fuck Sarge, I didn't want to, at first. But once I'd got started, Dave, I began to enjoy it.... It felt great....."

"But Sarge said you were almost crying afterwards...."

"I was so ashamed, Dave. I oughtn't to have liked having my dick up Sarge's ass. It's not what guys are supposed to do...."

I gave him a reassuring squeeze again. "Look, Dave, it's pretty tough being a slave. And it's outrageous that these bastards in the South have taken us soldiers, who were only doing our duty, and made us slaves. We're Americans, just like they are.... Or, at least, we were. But one good thing has come out of this for a lot of us, I reckon: we've realised that we've been sold a crock of shit all these years - at school, in church, on the TV, they've always been going on about how wrong it is to love another guy, how it's wrong to want to be so close to your buddies, with that special closeness you only get when you fuck them.... I reckon all of us here now know that the best sex of all, real, proper sex, sex you have to enjoy it, sex you have to show your buddy you really like him, is with another guy. If I ever get out of this vile slavery thing, I'll still never want to sleep with a woman again, now that I know how great it is to be with a man. Well, I suppose I might, if I wanted a kid. But for sheer enjoyment., for really being close to my buddies...."

"I've seen you with some of the other guys, Dave! I've seen you in action - you mean to say that you'd never been with a man before you came here?"

"No. I believed all their rubbish they said about it being 'wrong' and a 'sin' and all that stuff. So let me reassure you, Chad, it's perfectly normal, perfectly natural, to want to have sex with another man. I mean, why do you think the human boy's designed like it is? Why do you think an ass is so perfectly shaped to take dick? And why is it that a dick feels so much better when it's gripped by an ass than when it's inside a bitch? I reckon the only good thing that's come out of being a slave is that it's taught me that all those preachers and politicians and stuff were lying to me all those years, stopping me from doing what comes naturally - a man naturally wants to be close to his buddies, and what better way is there than by being naked with them in bed, and fucking? All that other shit, like 'team bonding' when you're playing football and stuff like that is just a pale imitation. No, skin on skin, one body against another....."

As I said this I pulled Chad closer to me again, and lowered my voice to be encouraging. "See, it feels good to be close to me now, doesn't it? You like feeling my naked skin against yours, don't you?"

"Yes", he whispered. So with my other hand I reached down between his legs and started to fondle his dick.

"And this feels good, too, doesn't it? It feels good to have another man's hand on your dick? Only another man can know just how good that feels, can't he? How can a woman ever know what pleasure a man gets from his dick?"

"Yes", he whispered back, so I pressed my face close to his, and kissed him gently on the lips, and when his mouth opened slightly, I pushed my tongue in and we began to kiss passionately, in the way that only two strong, confident men can. And after you've done that, your hands naturally start to explore each other, don't they? And after that, well, one thing naturally leads to another, and we lay down (their other guys, seeing our passion, made room for us). I fucked him long and slowly first, showing him how two men can really please each other. And then I lay back and "encouraged" him to take me - he tried to put the stuff I'd shown him into practice, but you know how it is with young guys - they just can't restrain themselves, and in his excitement and enthusiasm, he gave me a real hard fucking!

After that, there didn't seem to be any stopping Chad!

He experimented with sex with all the other guys over the next week or so, and I like to think that it was my straight talk to him that showed him the truth about sex - it was good to see a young guy like that really starting to enjoy life, and do the things that young guys should.

We'd all enjoyed the trip out to the River Park that Steve had arranged for us that one time, and we all kept hoping the experience would be repeated. So when Steve appeared at the hated Sunday service shortly after this, and when he told us to stay in the yard whilst he went to lock up the other slaves, our spirits began to rise. It was odd, though, as when he came back he made us go through the showers again, then he stood there and watched as we shaved, and he shouted at us to trim our pubes neatly, and to cut our fingernails and everything. And finally, when we were dry, he handed out bottles of slave oil and told us to get massaging it into each other - we didn't usually do this, as we were "working" slaves, not show animals, but I have to say that afterwards we did look good, standing there with our pelts glowing softly with the sheen it produced.

We were pretty pissed off then, though, as instead of being lined up behind his trap as we had been before, Steve took us over and told us to get the dray out. There was a lot of almost angry muttering from all of us - since the arrival of Chad we'd been working even harder than ever as we'd managed to speed up deliveries so much that we were in effect doing double what we had, and now Steve seemed to be eating into our "leisure" time, if you can call it that. Steve heard this, of course, and took it out on Sarge, telling him to keep us properly in order and that he "looked to Sarge to keep us in line", and that "didn't you fucking slaves know that you worked seven days a week, if that was what your master needed?"

Actually, I suppose it wasn't all that bad as pulling the totally empty dray was a breeze compared to what we normally had to contend with on the long uphill pull towards the city. But it was strange to be going into the parking lot in front of the train station, though, as that was somewhere we usually didn't go at all. We all stood there, properly trained by now not to move away from the dray even though we were not shackled to it, with our heads bowed. It wasn't all that unpleasant as it was a mild morning, and not raining or anything, and I suppose it was better than being locked in our cage - except that I'd been looking forward to a session of hot, sweaty sex with Chad; but then, we could always do that when we got back.

It seems Steve was using us for some sort of taxi service, as he came out of the station some time later with a guy about his own age, and a woman who looked to be the guy's girlfriend. The guy and girl stopped as if astonished when they first saw us, and Steve snapped at Chad to get over there and take their bags.

He then had to help them up to sit on the driver's seat, Chad lashed the luggage securely on the back, and we set off - Steve ordered Chad to jog alongside us, rather than riding. It was quite interesting, actually, as instead of doing our kind of "normal" rounds in the city and the suburbs, we went way, way out - all along Piney Hills Road, and then into deep "executive" country where the mansions were all in their own spacious grounds, and we could see parties of slaves cutting the grass and stuff like that, even on a Sunday. Mind you, I think Steve put on a bit of a show - we were at a fast jog, and were able to maintain that easily with an empty dray; but he kept on cracking and snapping the whip above our heads, and even let it "caress" our butts occasionally, as if to show the other two he was really in charge (by "caress", I mean that most of the sting of the whip had been dissipated by the time it touched us - Steve was an accomplished driver, and could vary the pain he caused us at will. If he was in a bad mood we knew we really had to pull out all the stops, or otherwise our butts would actually bleed sometimes from the power he could put in to the whip when he wanted to).

My suspicions about Steve were confirmed - he obviously was a rich man's son, as I'd thought when he turned up in his own pony trap that time. Well, I suppose he was, as from the snatches of conversation we could hear, it turned out that the guy and girl were his best buddy, and that guy's fiancé. And if his buddy lived in a mansion like the one we dropped them off at, then I guessed Steve's family was pretty well off, too.

Steve drove us back to the yard after that, without all the flashy whip work this time, and it was almost as good as an afternoon out. But there was a shock later that evening: we were all generally messing about with each other, fucking and so on, as we were all so relaxed. Then the door opened, and Steve came in accompanied by his buddy, and the girl! Well, it just goes to show you: we still had the power to be embarrassed - I mean, we'd got used to running naked through the streets, and living naked, and having people see us erect and all the other things we'd never have dreamed of when we were free men. But somehow having this girl come here into the slave quarters, and having her peering at us through the bars of our cage as we were fucking, was a wholly new experience!

She gave a little scream and ran out, but Steve and his buddy kind of laughed, and I reckon the buddy would have liked to have stopped and watched - I did wonder if he was Steve's fuck buddy, and was vaguely excited at the thought of seeing nine superb bodies like us in action. Who knows?

It's little incidents like that that broke up the otherwise fairly routine lives we now lead, I suppose.

We all talked about it most of the week, wondering why this classy-looking bitch had been so upset at seeing us. And we might have gone on speculating about it had it not been for the fact that week Chad really became "one of us" - we'd mostly finished our delivery round and Steve turned off the main highway and drove us down into the rather seedy part of town where all the strip clubs and so on are - closed at that time in the afternoon, of course. It's a bit restricted for parking down there, and Steve had to drive around for a bit before he found a space we could get the dray in to, and then he left us, and went off with Chad.

We stood around waiting patiently, as we were used to doing now, just enjoying not having to work, and after a time Steve strode back with Chad behind him: a Chad not walking with his usual exuberant young guy's walk.

As he got to us and turned around, we saw why - right across his back there was now a huge "9", so Chad had been tattooed, just as we all were, and I expect Steve had had it done on one of the parlours in this part of town. We all gave a cheer, seeing that Chad was now really "just like us", and Steve smiled and didn't seem annoyed that we'd broken training by doing this. Mind you, Chad was sore for a couple of days and that did cramp his style a bit as he couldn't lie on his back to get fucked, and couldn't really put himself really in to it when he was doing the fucking!

He was really pleased, though that he truly was "part of the team" in all respects, and I know he really relished being seen to be exactly the same as the rest of us big, hard men.

We got to do this trip on Sundays to the train station quite often, I suppose, and although it wasn't as good as going to the park, it was at least a change. Curiously, though, the girl who'd been with Steve's mate (we knew by now he was called Stu, from what we'd heard of their conversation) never reappeared. Instead, the next time we picked them up it was a different girl - and judging by the way she was all over Stu, I reckon she must have been a real cracker! That guy must be some sort of real babe magnet, and we all wondered whether he and Steve were also fuck buddies as they were so alike otherwise. This new lady, though, was properly used to slaves: she came into the shed with the two men and when she looked through the bars at us she wasn't a bit worried by what she saw. In fact, she asked Steve to bring Chad out, which he did, of course, and she ran her hands up and down his body, "testing" him as free men who are used to handling slaves do. Then she looked at this Stu and said, mischievously, "If you ever wear yourself out in bed, I'll ask Steve to lend us this one! He's the same age as you, I reckon, but he's in much better shape....."

Steve cut her of then, and laughed. "You're too late, Marie-Loue. Young nine there is one for the boys - he's a real stud, but he prefers to be with his buddies...."

She reached down and without a trace of shame began to stroke Chad's dick. "Now, let me see if I can prove you wrong, Steve.... .you're always bragging about how well you know your slaves....."

All of us clustered at the bars to se what would happen, and we began to laugh as Chad blushed deep red, the flush spreading down from his face all over his shoulders. He did go hard, actually - well, when you're nineteen and your dick is stroked, you do, don't you? And it doesn't matter whether it's a guy or a girl doing it, it's purely mechanical. But we all reckoned he wasn't boned up as nearly as hard as he was when we did it to him, something which Steve pointed out before all them of them left us in peace.

Shortly after that visit Steve called us all together one morning and said that he'd decided that we were going to enter the local County Show or something. He explained that there were various classes, for studs, breeders, house servants, and all that kind of stuff, but that he'd decided to enter us into the "slave drawn vehicles" category as with the company's name on the dray, it would be excellent publicity for them. That night we all sat around talking about it, and I reckoned it would be a lot more work for all of us: Sarge seemed very cross when he heard me say that, and thought that I was being disloyal to Steve. He reckoned that doing something like this "together" would be good for morale, and it would anyway make a change in our routine for all of us, and he said this was always a good idea. The boot was on the other foot the next morning, though: when he came to unlock us, Steve said that he'd been thinking about it overnight, and he reckoned that to have a chance against all the pony traps and stuff like that, our dray would have to be something special, and he'd decided that we were going to enter as if we were "clones" - so some modifications were necessary for us. He called Sarge and a couple of the other guys over and told them he was going to have hem circumcised to be more like the rest of us!

Sarge started to shout and swear at him, calling him all kinds of vile names and telling him that he had no right to do that to a man. Steve looked furious, and told Sarge quietly that he was already looking at a severe punishment, and that if he didn't shut up immediately, he'd have him gagged. Well, Sarge didn't shut up, and Steve called the guards in an they sort of herded him into a corner of the cage, and then gagged him - one of those metal O-ring gags, like we'd been given when we first arrived.

Steve then went up to Sarge and said quietly, above the noise of Sarge's continuing groaning through the bit "Look, fucker, I thought you and I understood each other, and that we'd got an agreement that you ran these guys as if you were still a sergeant, and that you obeyed me as an officer! Is this how you were in the army, whenever an order came that you didn't agree with?"

Well, Sarge didn't shut up and it was only the threat of the guards' prods that stopped him from flooring Steve, I reckon. It was a bit unfair of Steve, actually, I think, as after all not too many guys in the army get told that they've got to have the 'skin cut off their dicks. I mean, for those of us who were cut at birth it's no big deal, as what you've never had you don't miss. But those guys with 'skins seemed really attached to them (no pun intended!), and when we were messing about together, Sarge was always telling me how much better it was to have a 'skin. Well, I suppose it is fun to slide it up and down and see the head pop out and all of that kind of thing, but actually I reckon Sarge was making far too much of it, risking a whipping and whatever. After all, if Steve said he was going to have Sarge and the others 'skinned, that's what was going to happen, wasn't it, regardless of how Sarge protested?

"Listen, you fucking slave", Steve went on to Sarge, "If I'd had you done when I bought you at the auction, they'd have done it there and then, on the spot, with no anaesthetic or anything. As it is, I'm paying to have the veterinarian come by before he does his normal rounds, and have agreed that you can have a jab in your dick before he starts cutting. Now, fucking shut up, before I change my mind and give you something to really shout and complain about! I don't care whether you want to lose your 'skin or not, understand? I've decided it's to go, to make you look like the others - I can hardly have them grow a new 'skin, after all - and that's all there is to it. You're a slave, and what I choose to have done to you is what happens."

I don't think Steve wanted to hurt Sarge and the others really, and held the guards back from giving Sarge the good prodding he really deserved, So he called Jed and me over and told us to grab Sarge, and when the vet came into the cage, we had to hold Sarge down - me sitting astride his chest, and Jed on his legs - whilst he gave Sarge an injection, and then did the deed. I must say the guy seemed to be an expert at this - he used all sorts of little rings and scalpels and things, but it was all over in a couple of minutes. With Sarge's bad example, though, we had to hold the other two down as well, and I reckon all three of them make much too much of it.

It wasn't over for poor Sarge yet, though, as Steve obviously had to punish him for his outburst. Well, I mean, if he hadn't punished Sarge, all of us would have lost respect for Steve, wouldn't we? I didn't want to see Sarge hurt, but I can kind of see that an owner has to be firm or else things fall to pieces. Steve therefore went over to Sarge, who was now standing there with a plaster around his dick, which made him look really funny, and told Sarge that he'd take the gag out of him if Sarge had calmed down, and if he would remain silent, and that he was going to get eight cane strokes, four on each butt cheek.

I saw the look of defiance that flashed across Sarge's face for an instant before he nodded his agreement, and Steve, with some justification, I suppose, snapped "You've just earned yourself two more strokes for that, two!"

Steve made Sarge pull the horse over to the front of the bars so we could all see, and curtly old Sarge to get on it. Interestingly, though, he didn't use the shackles to hold Sarge down, and it was as if Steve was somehow daring Sarge to move away from the cane, or in some way requiring Sarge to show that he willingly accepted Steve's punishment.

It is pretty humiliating to have a nineteen year old cane you, especially if you're a big, mature guy like Sarge, and it was made worse by the way Steve spent a lot of time initially fiddling with all the adjustments on the horse to get Sarge's ass at a level that was "right" for Steve, and then kicking at Sarge's ankles to make him spread his legs wide so we could see Sarge's big dick and balls hanging down. The strokes came slowly, inexorably one after the other, and we could tell this was not "play" - Sarge's whole body jerked forward almost convulsively as each one landed, and almost immediately a livid red stripe appeared across his butt. Sarge didn't cry out, though, even though it was perfectly clear that he was hurt badly by the cane: it was as if he and Steve were locked in some sort of battle of wills with each other, a battle which Sarge was determined to win (but which, realistically, he was going to lose, given the absolute power over us that Steve had).

Although I felt sorry for Sarge and the other guys, all of us got a shock next, though: when we were taken to the showers to get cleaned up before starting our work, Steve said that in order to achieve this "clone" look we were all going to be totally shaved - well, from the eyebrows down, anyway! I remembered how young Chad had looked when he'd had all his pubes shaved off when he first came to us, and how it made him look even more like a young kid than he actually was, and the thought that I'd soon look the same way was just awful. I think a guy needs a bit of hair to prove to everyone that he is a man, and although, on the whole, I thought that losing most of my very big pubic bush had actually been an improvement, I couldn't imagine how I was going to feel about losing it all, and the thatch on my pecs, and the treasure trail across my belly....

All of us were mumbling and moaning and were giving the slaves who did the trimming and shaving a really hard time until Steve called out that the next guy to complain would get a couple of strokes of the cane, and that shut us up. I began to see why Sarge was so very pissed off, though, as I had to stand there and see my "manhood" disappearing down the drain, and afterwards we all stood around looking at each other as if we were different guys, which, in a way, we were, I suppose.

"Good!", Steve said, as he had us lined up to inspect us. "We've got time for the tan to spread to those bits of you that were shielded from the sun, so by Show time you should all look agreeably tanned all over. But make sure you rub sun cream in today - I don't want any of you getting blisters or burns. Now I've seen how satisfactory it is to have you shaved like this, I'll think on about your hair - with this mixture of colours you've got, it does somewhat spoil the effect, and I reckon that having you smooth all over, just glistening with oil, might make more of a spectacle.

It was odd, though, running through the streets like that with absolutely no vestige of hair to shield my body from the gaze of passers by. It was almost like the first day again, well, not quite as bad, of course, but it was different. I reckoned Sarge was in for more punishment that night, too, as when we were all back in our cage Steve came up to select a slave to fuck, and chose Sarge. We all kind of thought that he'd do it right there, on the horse, but Steve told Sarge to follow him off to the Bachelor Draymen's Quarters, We all shouted encouragement to him as he went off, as we thought that Steve would really fuck him hard that night in an effort to reassert some of the control he'd lost earlier. It was funny, though, as Sarge didn't come back that night, and the following morning here he was, standing behind Steve as Steve came to unlock us. The poor guy must really have a sore ass, I thought, if Steve had been fucking him all night - and Sarge didn't really like taking dick all that much at the best of times.

Steve stood there then and told us that he had indeed been thinking, and having watched us all the previous day had decided that he liked the totally shaved look, and that on reflection he thought that having some of us dark haired and some of us fair haired rather spoiled the total "clone" look he was aiming at. We all started to moan as we realised he was thinking about having our heads totally shaved as well, and, interestingly, Sarge at once balled at us to shut the fuck up when master Steve was speaking - he seemed to have had a change of mood over night!

We were absolutely the last in line to be loaded up that morning, as it took the "grooms" ages to carry out Steve's orders - rather than having us totally shaved, he'd decided that we should have a three inch wide strip left down the middle of our heads so it was a Mohican cut. And then, as some of us would still be fair and some dark, the slaves rubbed bleach into our hair to take out all the colour, and finished off with hair dye: we all had a fucking dark green stripe running down the middle of our heads, and we really now did look all alike - although the shock of seeing guys with hair like that tended to make you focus on it, I suppose, so other small differences between us tended to be less conspicuous. He even thought of a further refinement, and a couple of days later, when they were touching up the hair dye, the slaves finished off by rubbing wax into our hair so that the dark green stood up rigidly from our skulls, making it look a bit like those Roman soldier types you see pictures of with their plumed helmets.

It turned out that the County Show was on a Saturday, so we thought at first that it would be a welcome day off for us from our work. But not so - Steve had us working away most of the previous night, and from the very early morning, cleaning and polishing the dray. Well we always did have to keep it clean and really spick and span, but this was way beyond that - we almost took it apart into its component parts, so every single square millimetre of it could be cleaned and polished, and then polished again! And we didn't escape, either: the night before we had to start rubbing slave oil into each other as Steve said he wanted a real "depth of gloss" on us, too - mind you, that made it quite interesting when we did at last get locked into our cage, as even though we were dog tired the effect of our oiled bodies sliding over each other made for some really great sex.

It seemed almost silly to have wasted all that effort in cleaning the dray, though, as it had rained a bit overnight and the streets were dirty. There was no way we were going to get the dray to the Show Grounds in peak condition, until Jon came out, saw Steve's dilemma, and suggested hat our dray was loaded onto one of the others, and it could be carried that way. It was tough actually picking it up and manhandling it into place, as I've told you how sturdy and heavy a dray is, but it was worth it: Steve pointed out that we were all oiled up, too, and that our bodies would get dirty, and so we got to ride on the other dray as well! I did feel a bit sorry for the other team having to drag us and our dray trough the streets, but it was really a novel experience for us.

We had to wait for what seemed like hours, lined up with all the pony traps and such like at the Show until the judges came along, and all the time Sarge kept hissing at us to keep stock still, and to maintain a proper "rest" position against the pulling bars - it was worse than being on one of those fucking ceremonial parades, where you have to wait around for ever. And it was odd having the crowds swirling around us, and commenting on our bodies, and our hair particularly: Steve had certainly thought of something that set us apart from the rest! Young Chad wasn't left out, either: Steve wanted to keep him apart from the rest of us so as not to spoil the "clone" effect of eight men who were so evenly matched - even though his body had filled out, and he was a really good-looking guy now that anyone would enjoy fucking. So he had to stand on the back of the dray, holding a big poster in the air advertising the Company's services - it must have been really tough for him, as it's not easy to stand for any length of time like that.

Trotting around the arena was easy, actually, and it kind of made us all feel proud when we heard the roar of applause that greeted us. The tension when the judges came to inspect us closely was almost unbearable, though - not that we weren't all used to having men's hands all over our bodies by now, but it was the excitement, as I think we all knew we were probably in the top few, given the reaction from the crowd.

We had to pull forward with a couple of ponies and their traps then and we knew we were in the final three, and we were almost quivering with excitement as the judges walked up and down making their final selection. And we won - first prize! The best-looking slaves in the whole fucking place! The judges went to pin the first prize rosette somewhere, but of course there was nowhere as we were all naked: Steve explained that we were "voice trained" and so didn't need harnesses or bits or anything like the trap ponies, and so the judges decided to tie it onto two's dick! We all started to snigger a bit, as he looked a bit like Tarzan or Adam or someone like that, with a tiny figleaf barely covering him (especially as, like the rest of us, he'd gone hard with the general tension and excitement). Steve's buddy Stu and his girlfriend ran on then to congratulate Steve, and she ran up to each of us and kissed us lightly on the cheek - if I hadn't been erect before I would have been then, as it's the first time I'd felt the silky skin of a woman in a long time.

For the rest of the day we had to stand there then, with the crowds admiring us and with lots of photos being taken and all that sort of stuff, and then Steve allowed us to walk home very slowly - not that we couldn't have run, but perhaps he wanted to prolong that feeling of "all being winners together" that we had. He fed us a double ration, too, and, interestingly, we were all still rock hard - he'd not allowed any of us to have sex for two days as he'd explained he wanted us to "show" well, but even I was surprised at how solid and prolonged my erection was and I was really looking forward to some relief.

Steve locked the door of the cage, and as he turned to walk away, Sarge called out "Steve, sir...."

Steve turned, and Sarge went on "The guys and me, sir, would really like you to spend the night with us. We had a fantastic day, working as a real team, and you're part of it, sir, training us and everything.... Let's not call a halt now as it's still early evening. Don't spoil the day - let's make it go on as long as possible."

Steve looked suspicious. "Two, that's one of the nicest things a lot of slaves has ever said to me. But you must know I can't do that... A master can't lock himself in with a lot of tough, strong slaves like you.... It mightn't be safe."

"Sir, please! You've got my word, sir! None of us would hurt you - we've seen you're a good master, not like that bastard who treated young Chad - that's nine, sir - and his mates so badly. You've got my word, sir, my personal word, that if anything does happen, I'll defend you..."

Steve looked doubtful for a moment, then unlocked the cage door and came in. He stripped off his Company T shirt and shorts, and stood there naked in front of us. He was remarkably like Chad, actually - Chad was dark brown and hairless of course, and his collar shone in the light, whereas Steve had nice thatches of hair on his pecs, and all around his cock and balls; and there was a big white stripe as he clearly wore swimming shorts to the pool. But I think I'm not the only one who thought about the irony of it all - young Chad had volunteered to serve his country and was now here as a slave, whereas Steve had just gone to college down here in the South, and now was our master.

He seemed excited as he saw all of us watching him - it must take a lot of courage to strip off in front of a lot of big, beefy older guys like us, all of whom were in fantastic shape (and all of whom were boned up!), and we began to smile as we saw his dick starting to erect. I reckon he was lucky, though, that Sarge didn't say something as we all couldn't help noticing that out of the ten of us in there, he was the only one with a 'skin still! We wondered what was going to happen next, but it was Chad who took the initiative - he went up to Steve, put his arms around him and started to kiss him deeply. Sarge went up behind him then and pushed his body hard against Steve, and I could feel my dick really starting to ache hard as I imagined how it would feel to Steve to have Sarge's hard cock nuzzling at his ass crack.

Well, once the ice had been broken like that, there was no stopping us. I can't remember who I fucked, and how many times I did it - but I do know that at one point I must have been up Steve's ass as I could feel all the wiry hairs around his hole, and of course he was the only one amongst us who had any hair like that at all. It went on and on - we drifted in and out of sleep, but there was always a mouth, or an ass, or a cock that needed attention as we thrashed around all night in the confined space of our cage.

I reckon that was the best day, and night, that I'd ever spent in my whole life. All the guys together, working for a common purpose, the way we were judged the best in the County, the way we all bonded - even Steve - and that utterly fantastic night. If I had the power to stop time, I'd have done so at about three in the morning, so it could have gone on for ever like that.

Life was a bit of an anticlimax after that - Steve looked a bit embarrassed as he disentangled himself from the forest of bodies and limbs the next morning, and hastily pulled on his uniform shorts and T, and it seemed that the easiest way of managing from then on was just to pretend that that fantastic night had never happened - Steve went back to being our master, and we dropped back into our routine as slaves.

There was a flurry of excitement when Steve's buddy Stu got married and we were the bridal carriage - the dray was all decked out in white flowers and ribbons and stuff, and we stood outside the church to take them off to the reception. They even pressed poor Chad into service to walk in front of them down the path, strewing rose petals around - I reckon he was really embarrassed, as were we all, as we had to wear garlands of fresh flowers around our necks to cover our collars, and we had huge satin bows tied around our dicks and balls to complete the "festive look". Steve didn't allow us to go to the reception or anything, though, and we had to stand there in the parking lot, along with some ponies and a whole lot of cars with their chauffeurs, until he was ready to go home. And when we got there, he locked us up without even a word.

I reckon he knew he was going - the talk was that his father was so pleased at the way he increased productivity by using Chad as an en-route sorter that he promoted him. He just disappeared one day, and never said goodbye or anything - not even to Sarge, who I reckon he had a bit of a soft spot for. There was a problem then as we were a dray without a driver, and they really had too many drays and drivers anyway, as Steve's innovation was adopted generally. So they began to sell us off - Sarge went first, as he was the oldest and had the least "life" as a worker left, and then, gradually, most of us. Jed and me are still together, though, as they took the opportunity to weed out some poor-performing slaves from another dray and replaced them by us - I still really like the guy somehow, even though he's not as bright as some of the other guys: it must be that big, rangy body and that open face with its wide open smile.

They decided Chad was not really dray material: he was tall and well muscled, but not "dense" like the rest of us. But we do still see him around as we're on our scheduled deliveries in the city: he was retrained as a trap pony, and belongs to some fashionable lady who likes to take him out most days to the mall and the stores: she hasn't let him re-grow any of his hair, but the Mohican is now his natural colour. We've not been able to speak to him ever, even when he's been tethered outside a store we've been delivering to, as, like all trap ponies, he now wears a bit constantly. But he looks in superlative condition - he must be exercised in addition to his pony work as he's muscled up properly all over. I wonder if he's getting fucked, or is fucking, though, as he shows "hard" most of the time we see him.

All the things I've written about seem so long ago now - on the dray, it's not hard to forget the passage of time except for the seasonal changes - are we broiling under the sun, or shivering in the cold? Life goes on for us, but it's five years now since the end of the war and when we were enslaved, and I've got reconciled to never having a "proper" life again. But it's not right, is it, to take soldiers, brave soldiers, who were just obeying orders, and turn them into naked animals working as slaves? Look how different things are for Steve - we still see him sometimes, as he's a big boss and visits the depot - and Chad; and yet at one time they'd both have been much the same, with nice homes, loving parents....

I wrote this as one day in the city someone slipped me a scrap of paper. It was from the Abolitionists, saying they needed "real" stories telling of how cruel life as a slave is, to further their cause. I've managed to do it, smuggling in a couple of pages of blank paper at a time, and smuggling them out when I've written all over them - you may think it's silly, but you try it, when you're totally and utterly naked! I know the risks, of course- a whipping with the bull whip is the least I could expect for daring to write something like this. But it has to be done, if we are ever to eradicate this evil from our country and put things "back the way they were". The trouble is I don't think it will ever happen in my lifetime, and I'll die pushing on the fucking dray pole. Still, I suppose I'm the only one who really writes about the taking of free men and turning them into animals - I bet fucking Steve never bothered!

THE END

Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com London, February-June, 2006.