We were again escorted to the area behind the large building housing our cells where we were placed at attention and permitted to relieve ourselves. When we had finished Dieter apparently had himself another victim, and I turned my head slightly to see him approach the center of the line as he opened the fly of his uniform pants. "Ah, a new throat for my piss today," he laughed, and I was dismayed to see he was addressing Ski. "In the dirt and open your mouth, fuckhead," he growled, hauling out his fat cock as Ski sank to his knees in the piss soaked mud.
I watched in disgust as Ski did his best to keep up with the yellow stream which, nonetheless, ran down his hairy chest and belly to mingle with the mud between his knees. As he gagged and sputtered, the flow slowed, then ceased. Dieter, holding his fat cock like a club, used it to beat Ski across the face, shaking out the last of the piss. Then, releasing his prick, Dieter shoved the hairy pollack's forehead, forcing Ski to sprawl backward into the dirt. Laughing heartily, Dieter replaced his meat in his pants and rearranged his uniform as his boot prodded at the humiliated Marine's balls. "Back on yer feet, dickhead."
Ski pushed himself up, his hands balled into fists as he stood at attention, his dark eyes blazing. The urine-soaked fur matted his chest, highlighting the definition of his pecs.
"Something on yer mind, asswipe?" Dieter laughed, grabbing Ski's cock and balls.
"No, sir," Ski croaked, his face twisting into a grimace of pain as Dieter closed his fist and twisted.
"Didn't think so," Dieter grinned, wiping his hand on Ski's hairy chest.
Turning and walking away, Dieter nodded to the goon holding the firehose, and our morning cleansing began. Though the water was frigid, I was glad to finally be cleansed of the cum and piss from last night.
After the hose was shut off, we stood drip drying in the warming morning sun as one of the black uniformed goons came from the main house and whispered something to Dieter, then looked over at Johnson toward the end of the line.
Dieter strutted over to the muscular black man, grabbing his egg sized balls. "Won't be needing these anymore," he grinned, "you've just been sold."
Fear pulled at Johnson's handsome face as Dieter leaned close. "You're gonna make a fine eunuch slaveboy."
Panic surged through the black man's body, and he pulled away from the taunting Dieter, yanking his nuts painfully from the hulking brute's grasp. He half turned to run before the cockring sent its bolt of electricity into his groin. Letting out a wild scream, Johnson fell writhing in the mud, hands covering his groin, and curled up in a fetal position.
L.T. sprang from his place in line, headed toward Dieter. Suddenly I was thrown to my knees as my own cockring fired to life. Looking up, I saw that the lieutenant had stopped in his tracks, his jaw hanging open in surprise. All of us had simultaneously felt the searing agony of the control rings, and the entire line of men slumped in the mud clutching at their genitals.
Dieter was holding the control box in his hand, glaring at the dismayed lieutenant. "Don't be stupid, big man."
Knowing that any further action would only cause more suffering for us, L.T. slowly rejoined the line of men who were staggering back to their feet.
With a sneer, Dieter turned to several of his henchmen and nodded to Johnson, still lying on the ground. The goons moved forward and grabbed the frightened black grunt under the arms, pulling him to his feet.
Dieter's sneer curled into a malicious snarl as Johnson's terrified eyes met his own. "Take him to the clinic for preparation."
Horrified, Johnson's eyes went wide as he fought to break the relentless grip on his arms. Briefly, he looked at me, a wild expression of fear and pleading, before they began to half drag, half carry him away screaming in piercing protest.
His howls were muffled by the heartbeat pounding in my ears and I watched, helpless, as they took him away. I looked down the line of men, all standing aghast in utter silence. Even L.T. was visibly shaken by the events. Slavery was bad enough, but mutilation of one of his men was apparently something he hadn't counted on.
"You fuckin' freak." I hardly recognized the lieutenant's voice as he growled at the grinning man mountain in front of him, his fists opening and closing in frustrated rage. "Let him go. Take me instead."
Dieter's brows knit together in mock concern. "Well, now, that just wouldn't do." He shook his head thoughtfully. "You see, the order calls for a specific color." Then, taking the lieutenant's cock in a hamlike fist, brought chuckles and snorts of laughter from his cohorts as he added, "and you're certainly the wrong size".
"Besides," Dieter sneered, stroking the lieutenant's hefty cockmeat, "Mr. Peck's already got a buyer for you." Dieter's sneer widened as L.T. pulled back to avoid the pistoning grip. "You'd better get used to hand jobs, big man. Your new owner's gonna rub you raw." He hefted the weighty nuts in his other hand. "And I'm sure these babies will more than supply all the cum he's after."
I felt like puking, my guts tied into knots. I knew exactly what Dieter was referring to. Peck was going to sell L.T. to replace the stud who had killed himself in order to end his abuse. The lieutenant was to serve as the old bastard's new milk stud, producing semen for the sick fucker's daily consumption.
"But, I'll tell ya what," Dieter released L.T. and stepped back. "I realize how much your men mean to you. I'm going to give you the opportunity to take care of your grunt one last time before we relieve him of his balls." He turned and nodded to several of the men who then came over to seize L.T. by the arms and led him away to follow Johnson.
I watched the lieutenant's back, his ass cheeks firm and rippling as he strode away between the two goons. A shadow moved into the corner of my vision, and I turned to see Dieter standing in front of me, that shit eating grin spread across his neanderthal mug.
"Well, now," he chuckled, "you didn't really think I'd leave you out of the party, did you?" His grin melted as he pulled out the control unit from his pocket, then nodded his head in the direction of my two comrades. With a sigh, I took the same path, as Dieter followed at my heels, leaving the rest of the captives behind to be divided up into the daily work groups.
