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Jim learns of the torments in store for him under Dr Miguelito’s control.

East is West – Part 2: Jim Learns his Jobs
by swphllyboi
Series: East is West

Jim East woke up with the sun streaming down on him from the skylights above his stall. It took a moment for him to remember where he was.

The previous day seemed like a bad dream but as he looked down at his hairless body with gold rings hanging from his nipples he knew it was no dream. Jim looked around to try and come up with some plan of escape.

He was incredibly thirsty and hungry; he realized he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast the day before.  A few moments later a wooden tray was shoved thru a slot in his stall door.  He looked around the stall for a toilet.  In one corner he saw a wooden box half filled with sand.

Jim went over and pissed over the side into the sand.  Breakfast was grits and a few strips of bacon.  There were no liquids served with breakfast.  He saw the rubber cock sticking out of the wall and he remembered that was his source of water. Jim accepted the inevitable, shrugged and went over and knelt in front of the cock.

As a handsome, very young soldier, he had sometimes performed in a similar position for his commanding officer. He leaned forward opened his mouth and sucked.  With little effort the cool water flowed into his mouth.

The stall door swung open, the two guards gave a quick bark of laughter when they saw Jim sucking on the water cock.

“Well Jimmy you finish up there, we have to get you ready for your day.”

Jim got his feet and stood while the guard attached the leash to his collar. Suddenly he knocked down the guard fastening the leash and punched his partner before running to the open door.

Four additional guards stood in the stall doorway, behind them stood four other men. One of those men was holding a leash attached to Artemus Seagram’s collar.

“Jimmy you are starting out the day being naughty. You know what that means.”

A thin cane appeared, Artie was spun around so his back faced Jim. The 2 cane marks from yesterday were vivid red marks on the pale white ass. Two guards held him steady and another quickly gave Artie 4 strikes of the cane.

The scream that came out of Artie sounded inhuman. Jim, speechless with horror focused on the four new raised red welts. One crossed a welt from the previous day which caused the skin to split and line of bright red blood was starting to run down Artie’s leg.

“Shit Jimmy I am sure glad you aren’t my friend! This poor man won’t have any skin left on his ass if you keep acting up, next time he gets 6 strokes.”

A horrified Jim meekly allowed his guards to lead him to a large tiled room. Artie was marched into the room, tears running down his face and his breath still coming in gasps.

Two attendants wearing runner aprons and gloves took charge of Jim.  They fastened the cuffs on his wrists to chains which they raised until his hands were pulled above his head.  They took soapy cloths and wiped him down from his head to his feet, raised each foot in turn to wash the soles.  Then they used a hose with a spray nozzle to rinse him with cold water.  The rings thru his nipples were rotated and they rubbed salve on his nipples.

“We want those to heal properly without any infection.  You sure don’t want to have your nipples cut off.”

His hands were lowered and he was bent over.  A hose with a greased nozzle was pushed up Jim’s ass.  He gasped at the intrusion but made no move to resist.

Once his bowels were filled he was pushed back over a large bucket and released the water and shit.  After 2 more enemas, the discharge was clear water.

“Open your mouth wide.”

Jim did as he was told and a hard rubber bit attached to a leather harness was fitted into the spaced created by his extracted teeth. A plate attached to the bit held his tongue flat against the bottom of his mouth.  This prevented him from talking; it made swallowing difficult so after a few minutes a thin line of drool started running out of both sides of his mouth.

The attached leather harness was tightened around his head and under his chin to hold the bit in place.  Jim started to pull away but one handler rubbed his butt and told him to calm down before Artie got another caning.

Jim stood in place while metal braces were slipped on his arms.  Leather straps secured them above his elbows and they attached to his writs cuffs.  The braces held his arm in a bent position.

“These will help you hold on to the wagon poles.  Nothing but the best for you Jimmy.”

Oil was spread over his entire body; this was to inhibit any regrowth of hair and to keep him from getting sunburned.  Finally the strip of hair left on his head, his mane, was pomaded and made to stand straight up.

One of the guards attached the leash to Jim’s collar and led him out of the building and across the square to the main building.  Dr. Morelike and several other white coated helpers were waiting.  The doctor smiled as Jim was lead into the room.

“Jimmy, so glad to see you.  I’m sure you are anxious to get to your quarry work but as I told you yesterday, there is another task that I need you accomplish.”

Jim was pushed into a chair in the center of the room.  His arm braces were lined up with the wooden arms of the chair and several leather ties were used to secure his arms to the chair’s arms.

His feet were placed into stirrups and more straps were used to secure his legs.  The back of the chair was lowered until Jim was leaning back and 2 clips were attached to his collar to keep his head from moving too much.

The legs stirrups were raised up and swung out as far as they would go to each side.  Finally a wide leather belt was fastened around his stomach.

Jim was mortified to be so blatantly displayed; the mouth bit and tongue plate prevented him from talking.  His small pinkish brown asshole coated in residual lubricant from his enemas seemed to twinkle in the sunlight streaming in the large windows of the room.

Dr Morelike came up beside him.  He stroked Jim’s face with his soft, small hand.

“Poor Jimmy, now you can understand how it feels to be defeated.”

He followed this statement with a small harsh laugh.

To Jim this was all like some nightmare that he was trying to wake up from.  Was it really only two days ago when he was a free, respected government agent?

Jim was used to being in control of every situation but new he worried about what else was in store for him as long as he remained a captive of this madman.  The doctor grabbed Jim’s cock, it was an uncut, relatively thick cock on the large side of normal.

As he slid Jim’s foreskin down to reveal his rose colored cock head, the doctor smiled.

“I have always thought you had had a beautiful penis.  Never has it been so completely in my control.  It is quite thrilling to see you unable to even pull away from my touch.”

He motioned to one of his henchmen who quickly came over, bent over and took Jim’s cock into his mouth.  Jim tried desperately to say No but was only able to mumble and grunt.  Despite his efforts to prevent it, Jim felt his cock stiffen, all his cock knew was that it was in a warm mouth and a tongue was lavishing the sensitive head with attention.

Before it was fully hard Dr Morelike pulled a rubber tube over the cock. The tube was lubricated so it slid easily over Jim’s cock and 3 small hooks secured the tube to the ring around Jim’s cock & balls.

The tube was connected at the other end to a glass vial attached to the side of the chair.  Before Jim could really comprehend was had happened to him, another of Morelike’s men and slid a well lubricated finger into his ass.  The finger probed his colon until a grunt from Jim confirmed the location of his prostate.  A thin metal probe with a ball at the end was nudged up against his prostate and the finger was withdrawn.

Jim couldn’t see that the probe had a thick rubber handle and a wire that connected with a console where the doctor now stood.  A button was pushed and an electric charge flowed through the wire to the probe which was held against Jim’s sensitive prostate.

As the electric charge hit him, every muscle in his body seemed to cramp, his buttocks clenched and a pig like squeal emerged from his mouth.

At the same time his cock delivered 5 spurts of semen into the rubber tube. The semen slid quickly down the smooth tube into the glass vial.  A second later another electric charge was sent thru the anal probe and then another.

The fourth charge resulted in a mostly dry orgasm which increased Jim’s pain. Tears of frustration, humiliation and anger escaped from his clenched eyes and his breath was coming in gasps.

The probe was removed, the repeated charges caused his ass to secret thin mucous which started to trickle down his ass crack and drip onto the floor.  As his mind cleared, Jim realized the probe had been removed and Morelike was again stroking his face.

“You did well Jimmy.  This should be enough for our initial testing.”

The doctor moved down lower on Jim’s body.  His grabbed Jim’s right ball stuck a syringe into the ball and injected the contents into the testicle.

Jim’s screech was even louder than during the prostate stimulation.  The doctor repeated the procedure to Jim’s left ball.

“This will increase your sperm production.  Don’t be concerned if your balls burn or grow larger that is a normal result of this treatment.”

The doctor and his white coated assistants left the room with the vial of semen.  Jim’s handlers came over, removed the rubber tube and wiped Jim’s cock clean of lubricant.

As they removed his restraints, Jim lay still & quiet.  Physically he was in pain and mentally he could hardly comprehend what he had been subjected to by his enemies. He was pulled to his feet and led by the leash back to the stables.

Jim was put in a chair and the arm braces were fastened down.  His handler oiled his feet and legs and pulled on his pony boots.  They were highly polished black leather.  Inside they were fitted so his heels were held higher than his toes.  This allowed the boots to be shorter than a normal boot and to more closely resemble a pony’s hoof.  They were laced tightly in the front and came up about mid-calf on his legs.  Once his pony boots were fastened, blinders were attached to his harness and some small bells were hung on his nipple rings.  Tight leather gloves were pulled on his hands.

Once they got him back up on his feet they told him to squat so that a butt plug with a horse tail attached could be inserted into his ass.  Jim started to struggle as he felt the butt plug against his asshole.  It had a thin end with a rubber ball which would keep the plug in place once it went past his sphincter.  The tail attached was a couple feet long with long a thin pole holding genuine horse hair.

Once of the handler rubbed his ass to calm him.

“Come on now Jimmy, be a good boy.  This is going in your ass whether you like it or not. You relax your butthole and it will be easier for you”

A hard shove and the plug was in place, Jim strained to try and force the ball out of his ass.

“Just settle down now Jimmy.  Relax and let yourself get used to the feeling of your tail.  If you do push it out we’ll just put a bigger ball on there and that is really going to hurt going in.  It might even tear your ass muscle.”

Jim realized he had no choice and tried to get used to the feeling of his ass being stuffed.  The men gave him a couple minutes to adjust before they walked him to the door, his nipple bells ringing with his every movement.  They held on his outstretched arms to steady him.  Walking in his pony boots was almost like wearing ladies’ high heels so Jim’s balance was not really good.

Right outside the door was his wagon. They backed him between the handles and attached his arm braces. The braces forced his body into a tilted forward position which allowed Jim to make the best use of his leg muscles to move the wagon.

A thin boy of about 18 or 19 sat on the wagon seat.  The handlers attached reins too his harness and handed the other end to the wagon.

“Take Jimmy down to the quarry and get the wagon filled.”

“Now Jimmy you behave for Colin or we’ll get your buddy Artie brought over here and beat the flesh right off his ass.  The Doc wants you to do a good day’s work.”

Colin pulled the reins tight which made Jim lift his head. Then he flicked the reins and Jim moved forward, it was a small wagon and he found it pretty easy to pull.  The road down to the quarry was a pretty gradual grade and being fastened to the wagon rails helped Jim keep his balance but his feet quickly started to ache from being held in their odd position.  At the bottom of the quarry several men loaded the wagon with small stones.

The blinders prevented Jim from seeing anything that was not directly in front of him.  Once the wagon was loaded, Jim started up the quarry road.  He found it hard going to pull the full wagon but not impossible.

Colin guided the trip with firm pulls on the reins.  At the top, the wagon was unloaded and they started back down. After three round trips Jim was exhausted, covered in sweat and he was finding it hard to breath.

His nostrils were clogged with dust from the quarry and his mouth was incredible dry although a water boy had washed it out each time his wagon was unloaded.  His handlers were waiting and had him pull the empty wagon to the stable yard.  They released his arm braces from the wagon and led him into the stable.  Jim wondered what else was in store for him and how the day could be any worse than it had been up to now.

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Ajax is publicly whipped for losing the wrestling match then is bound and made to cum by two curious house slaves.

Antebellum – Chapter 8: The Morning After
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum
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I was woken by Herbert carrying my collar, shackles and manacles and some lengths of chain. ‘Sorry, nigger, but I have to do this,’ he said as he locked the collar on and then my manacles and shackles. Chains connected them and I was led out to the yard, my collar locked by a chain to a post, to stand on display as the other slaves went off to the fields. If anyone asked why I was to be punished I was to reply, ‘Because I lost a wrestling bout.’ The Master had explained I had to do this first to show humility that I deserved the punishment and secondly so I would have it drummed into my head why I was to be punished and would not, ‘like some dumb nigger’, forget it.

gEventually Mr Raikes came and took me to the frame where I was held stretched in an X shape. They pulled off my cloth and left me naked. A few niggers were assembled. ‘This is what happens when you don’t come up to your Master’s expectations. Ajax lost a wrestling bout last night and must pay the price. He fought well, though, so the Master has decided he will not receive a full 39 lashes with the bullwhip. He will take 20 with the driving whip.’ Mr Raikes said. It had often disturbed me that when I saw a slave being flogged I became aroused and that on the rare occasions I was flogged the same thing occurred. I prayed I could control myself. I heard the Master’s voice behind me, ‘Proceed, Mr Raikes, try not to damage him.’ I heard the whistle of the lash directly before it crossed my upper back. I grunted with the pain and shock. The next fell and I wanted to cry out but held firm. To my horror I felt the stirring in my loins. The third crossed my buttocks and seemed to burn a line. My cock was semi-erect and my back seemed to be on fire. By the fifth and sixth I was hard and my cock speared the air in front of my shaking and shuddering body.

From what I could detect the other niggers paid little attention to this embarrassment. At 10 lashes a bucket of cold water was thrown over my burning back. I had a raging erection like I had never enjoyed before with my cock pointing vertically up my stomach. I silently prayed that they finish the flogging before I shot my load. I tried to wipe out any thoughts that might make me climax. I thought about the inhuman treatment the Master had meted out to me last night.

At last they had finished and let me down. ‘Go with Henry and Herbert and work under them this morning, nigger. They have full powers to use the cane or whip if you don’t instantly obey them. Remember they are skilled houseslaves and you are just a fieldslave,’ the Master said. I bowed my head to try and conceal my wet eyes, ‘Yes Master.’ I said. Henry gave me a cloth to tie and took me inside. He sponged my back and I washed myself and then he applied some oil to my skin which caused the burning sensation to ease off. I was given a good breakfast, porridge, a slice of bacon, some white bread – all leftovers from the Master’s table.

When I had finished Henry and Herbert came in, ‘Stand up, boy.’ Henry said, ‘Listen to a few words of slave manners, nigger. You address us, as your superiors, as “sir”, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ I said. ‘You remember what the Master said, we have the power to use the cane and whip on you if you vex us, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘We have decided you won’t be permitted pants and a shirt when you are working under us today, just a brief loincloth or pouch, understand?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘You know why we have decided that, boy?’ ‘No sir.’ I said lying. ‘Guess, nigger. Guess why we want you near naked around us, nigger.’ ‘May be because you want to see my big muscles working, sir. Plenty of folk enjoy watch me and my muscles working naked, sir.’ ‘There, boy, you ain’t so dumb.’ He looked at Herbert and sniggered, ‘Now, boy, to test your muscles are up to the work we have for you we want to see you naked and examine your body.’ ‘Yes sir.’ I said, dropping my cloth. Curiously I was amused by their aping of their Master’s ways and, for a change, held my naked body with pride when I flexed my arms. Being naked in front of another nigger didn’t seem to be so humiliating as being naked before a human. They felt my biceps and chest and abs. Henry remarked how impressed he’d been with the size of my cock when I was being whipped. Herbert wanted me to relax and contract my buttocks as he stroked them and then felt over my shoulders.

‘How is the pain, boy.’ ‘Much better, sir.’ I said. I was first put to work unloading smaller boxes and crates from the wagon and placing them where directed to various parts of the stockrooms. Then there were several large sacks of potatoes to unload. I hefted them onto my shoulders and carried them in. On the third sack Henry and Herbert stopped me. I balance the burden on my shoulders as Henry said, ‘Why Herbert, takes a big, strong slave to carry a load like this.’ He felt my arms and chest and Herbert did the same. ‘Big and hard, like his dick.’ They laughed as Herbert pulled the cloth away. ‘Lets make him work naked. Get back to work, nigger.’ ‘Yes, sir.’ I grunted as I took the sack to the dark store room. Next I finished by unloading some barrels from the wagon and it drove off.

Herbert and Henry came in and said, ‘You worked good and hard, nigger. Now for your reward.’ I was placed against a post and my wrists tied behind it so I could not move. The two houseslaves knelt down and started playing with my dick. ‘Please Henry, sir, Herbert, sir. Please don’t.’ ‘Shut up you dumb brute and get hard.’ Henry said as he massaged my cock while Herbert took it in his mouth and sucked it. Again I was disgusted but helpless that they were forcing themselves on me like this. Soon it was hard and they were slurping on it and remarking on its size and hardness. Herbert sucked on my nuts while Henry serviced my cock. They were rough in their play and jerked me violently until I started to feel my juice rising. I noisily came over Henry’s face and looked down and watched while Herbert licked him clean. My knees trembled and I prayed nobody came in and caught us.

They released my hands and gave me my cloth. I was fed good food from the kitchen and they told me to report to Mr Raikes for work. ‘You make sure you are back here at sundown clean and ready to serve the Master his dinner, nigger.’ Henry said. ‘Yes sir.’ I said leaving through the cellar steps.

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Ajax witnesses the severe punishment of another male slave who attempts to runaway.

Antebellum – Chapter 9: An Afternoon of Drama
by Drum
Art by Amalaric
Series: Antebellum
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Mr Raikes detailed me to go with a boy and get on with a heavy labour task on the north trail. I carried a posthole borer and sledge hammer. I put them in a handcart where about 20 fence posts were already stacked. ‘Get your shirt off, nigger, this will be hard work.’ The boy said. ‘Yes boss.’ I replied to the 18 or 19 year old, who carried a cane and a whip. He sat on the load as I picked up the shaft and heaved the cart into motion. After we had been going for a while and the sweat was trickling down my chest the boy said, ‘Whoa, boy!’ I stopped and he stepped down. ‘Hard work, eh? I reckon you’ll work better with just a cloth on. Shuck your pants and tie this round your loins.’ He handed me a clean cloth. ‘Yes, sir, thank you boss.’ I said taking it. ‘And face me while you are changing.’ ‘Yes boss.’ I said. He sat on the cart and watched as I untied my canvas pants and let them and my pouch drop. I faced him and did not hurry to tie the cloth. I knew what he wanted to see and I made sure he had a good long look at it. When I was tied and covered he said, ‘Well, Ajax, the rumours I heard about that thing were sure true. Let’s get going.’

We arrived at the work site and I bored some holes, and then drove in the posts. It was hot sweaty work but my muscles felt good with the exercise after the morning with the house slaves. Suddenly, from the direction of the farm and barracoon, Mr Raikes and a couple of other overseers rode out with a group of ‘trustee niggers’ and a pack of bloodhounds. ‘What’s happening, Mr Raikes, sir?’ The boy said. ‘Runaway, Job the ex-house slave, run off from his first day at the quarry. Run off towards the swamp. Master says he wants us to get him before the alligators do. Said he didn’t breed niggers to feed the gators. Also, if he gets past the swamp there’s a danger he’ll get clear on the North Road and that might take days to get him and fetch the bastard back. Shouldn’t be too much of a problem, he wasn’t in great condition, not like the nigger you are working.’ They rode off with the baying hounds in the humid air. I remembered the crippled slave and sad to the boy, ‘Sir, will they cripple Job when they catch him like the one I saw working in the vegetable garden?’ ‘I doubt it for a first offence, nigger, now get on with your work, boy.’ He cracked his whip. ‘Yes sir.’ I worked hard and we finished the task in time to see the posse returning. Job’s wrists were bound and joined by a long rope to the pommel of one of the overseer’s saddles. He was yelling for mercy as he was dragged along. ‘Finished the task Alfie? Good boy, nigger need much leather on his back?’ ‘No, Mr Raikes, good hard-working boy.’ ‘Good, now get back to the yard, see the Master punish this nigger, let Ajax see what happens to runaways here should he think of doing anything so dumb.’ I packed up the tools on the cart and we set off back to the barracoon yard.

I was taken with plenty of other slaves out to watch the proceedings. Job was standing naked, despite being out of condition for a slave he was still a fine figure of a man with gleaming and well-developed muscles on his big frame. The Master had a look of thunder on his face as he stood on the stoop holding a bullwhip. A metal brazier with orange hot coals burning in it stood in the middle of the yard with an iron sticking out of it. ‘This nigger ran away today and deprived me of his labour.’ The Master stormed, ‘He is my property and to deprive me of his labour and his person constitutes theft. However, I shall be lenient with him as I am a merciful and good Master. I shall not cripple him, he is young and that would reduce his value and ability to work. He shall receive the maximum flogging legal – 39 lashes with the bullwhip, and he shall be branded so that you will all be reminded when you see him of what happens when a nigger takes it into his dumb head to run. Do you all understand that?’ There was a chorus of voices round the yard saying, ‘Yes Master.’ ‘Job, do you understand why you are being punished, nigger?’ ‘Yes Master, mercy, please Master.’ Tears spilt down the big slave’s face. ‘Amos, Nero, prepare him for branding first.’ ‘Yes Master,’ the big slaves said as the grabbed Job by the shoulders and dragged his struggling body to a post. They tied his limbs tightly and then his head so he could not move. At this point Dr Sullivan arrived. ‘Ahah! What’s going on Mr Richards?’ ‘Job ran today, he is to be branded and bullwhipped.’ ‘Excellent, you know how I consider a strict hand necessary. Do you want him castrated as well, I have my bag?’ Job cried out when the Master, with a cruel smile, said, ‘I’ll think about it.’

‘Carry on, Mr Raikes.’ Boss Raikes took the glowing branding iron from the brazier and pressed it centrally on the nigger’s forehead. Even in his tight bonds Job managed to struggle as he screamed in agony. A brand mark of a letter ‘R’ smoked – ‘R’ for runaway. Mr Raikes replaced the iron in the fire and reheated it. To my surprised he withdrew it again and, this time, planted a brand on Job’s left cheek. The flesh sizzled again and the smell filled the yard. Boss Raikes concluded his work by branding Job on the right cheek. The slave had passed out but was revived when Nero threw a bucket of water over his face. Job was cut down and taken to the whipping frame. He was tied in the form of a letter ‘X’. Dr Sullivan took a listening tube and sounded the slave’s chest. The Master, Mr Raikes and Mr Herman, another overseer, were to administer 13 lashes each. The Master started and swung the lash hard across the slave’s upper back. He yelled in pain as his back was mercilessly flogged. Before he had finished his 13 lashes Job’s skin was broken. More water was thrown over him; Dr Sullivan signalled that they might continue. Mr Raikes administered his 13 and then Mr Herman. When they had finished Job hung limp from his wrists. Job was cut down and revived again with water. ‘Remember, nigger, if you try this again it will be the foot-breaker, more branding and double lashes for you. Take him away!’ A couple of wenches took him to have his wounds washed and disinfected with pimento. Nero said, ‘You will know when they do that to him, you’ll hear his screams half way to New Orleans.’

‘Let that be a lesson to you niggers if you get any ideas that life might be better elsewhere,’ the Master said, ‘and because of Job’s waywardness and stupidity you will receive only half rations tonight and tomorrow. You can thank that dumb slave for that.’ There was a low groan from the assembled slaves. ‘Now get back to what you were doing!’ We all shuffled off in a subdued and chastened frame of mind. I went to get cleaned and changed for service of dinner.

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