The FSRA

Arrangement

Time at the work farm went quickly, day after day rolling by. During the first weeks, I was strengthened by being forced to perform a wide variety of exercises and work. As I strengthened and was able to walk normally and eventually talk to some limited extent, I began to participate in some of the group activities of the other workers.

Along with the physical strengthening, my mind was formed, restructured and molded. I had lost most ability to reason as a result of six months of sensory deprivation, and was relearning to speak. I reacted to most things with fear, or aggression, and had to be prodded or tamed.

My time as a Sperm Producer had left me with a permanent, massive, erection as well as a highly elevated libido. The handlers were not aware of this at first, until one day about a week after my arrival, my handler called another male handler over and said "Hey, Ian, look at this. I have never seen anything like it, " and then turned to me, and demanded "go ahead, do it."

I knew what she meant and began stroking myself. It only took about a minute before my orgasm waved through my body, my hips bucked involuntarily and I ejaculated a huge quantity of semen all over the dirt floor of the barn.

"Holy Crap! That was fast, and look at all the jism... is he a breeder or something? I have never seen anything like that." The male handler was impressed.

"That's nothing," my handler smirked. "Look at this. Do it again, dog!" she ordered.

I did. It took two minutes this time, and the orgasm hit me and I ejaculated as much as before, creating a significant mud puddle on the floor between my legs.

The handler's amusement was short lived, for my irresistible urges drove me to begin attempting intercourse with other worker slaves. The first time I was allowed to join the herd for a work duty, we were placed in a holding pen in the sun, numerous naked and sweaty bodies crowded together. There was little I could do to stop myself. The auburn haired female, the one known as #11, was standing near me and I moved to her. Before she knew it I was inside and pumping. Her eyes grew big, and she staggered forward, surprised but quickly accepting what was happening. The feeling of being inside her was the most delightful thing I could imagine, the stroking stimulation was heaven. She leaned against the wooden fence of the pen, spreading her legs slightly as I pushed harder and harder, until I exploded inside of her.

As I began to pull out, she pushed back, indicating she needed more, and so I continued to push. I was fully capable of multiple, extensive orgasms by now, and my second one coincided with hers nicely. Unfortunately, the quanitity of semen I deposited inside her was enough to cause significant and noticable leakage. And noticed it was, as the handlers separated her, and then me from the rest of the pen.

"Both of you! 10 strokes on the spike! Now!"

What did this mean? We were roughly grabbed and moved to a clear area that had several short posts sticking up out of sockets in the ground. We were both made to stand over two of these short posts. #11 was crying a little, whimpering, as if she knew what was coming. I did not.

Our ankles were firmly anchored to plates in the ground, preventing any movement. Then, an adjustable pin running through one of a series of holes in the spike was removed. The spike was raised, higher and higher until it reached my anus. It continued to push higher, forcing its way inside, penetrating higher and more painfully. The spike did not have a sharp end, but it was tapered, letting it penetrate high inside my colon, perhaps as much as a foot before the handler reinserted the pin and I was left standing, partially impaled on the spike, unable to move my legs, held motionless by the horrible metal pole inside my body.

I moaned, and grunted, and then looked at #11. My sperm was still leaking down the inside of her leg as they inserted a pole up her vaginal opening. They pushed it up higher and higher, and she attempted to stand on her toes to relieve the pain, though the ankle fastenings kept her tied motionless to the ground on either side of the spike.

Finally, the spike was pinned in place, and she was held motionless, the heavy metal rod inside her assuring that she moved as little as possible.

Both our wrists were locked to our neck collars, and the whipping began.

Someone behind us had a huge, long black leather bullwhip. I could hear the hiss as it spun through the air moments before it struck, wrapping around my body twice before the end snapped to a stop. Each stroke was like a red hot brand streaking across my skin, and I could not help but scream and jerk at the pain. Unfortunately, the jerking made the spike dig deep in to my bowels, causing more pain, more screaming, which in turn was followed by another ominous hiss as the whip kissed my skin with pain.

10 times the whip stroked my skin, removing chunks of my flesh as it did. After the 10th stroke it was all I could do to keep standing, but stand I must for anything else would lead to a real impalement by the spike. I bled freely, and the blood mixed with sweat as it trickled down my bare skin.

The hiss of the whip was heard again, but this time it was followed by a scream from #11. I looked over and saw her muscular, perfect body leaning slightly forward and tensed with every muscle in fine definition as the curled black whip slid away from her flesh, leaving a trail of blood behind it. Again and again the whip struck her, coaxing a scream each time. She tried desperately to stay motionless to prevent the metal spike from tearing her cervix, but some movement was unavoidable and I could see a little blood trickling down between her legs, sliding over the dried remains of my semen.

When the whipping was finally over, a handler behind us said "1 hour on the spikes!"

All was quiet for a while, except for my strained breathing and #11's quiet sobbing. We stood, unable to move, legs strained and bodies weak from the whipping, but unable to let go. One slip and the spike could impale either one of us, bringing mutilation, or even death.

The other worker slaves passed by after a while, most averting their eyes from our fate. A few leered at the spectacle. All were gone, off working on a nearby road, within a minute or so.

An hour is a very, very long time when you barely have the strength to stand, but you must to prevent yourself from being torn open on the inside. When the pin was removed and the spike slid down and out of my body, I fell forward, collapsing in the dirt. Moments later, I heard #11 collapse beside me.

I spontaneously ejaculated on the earth.

A bucket of water was dumped on us, and we were sent back to the barn for the rest of the day.

After this incident, my genitalia were placed in a leather sack locked on to my permanent harness, to keep it from bothering others and prevent me from playing with myself or entering anyone else. Nevertheless, my urgent and constant need to satisfy myself was not solved by the sack. Rubbing my penis inside the sack was irresistible, and my sack would quickly become a gooey mess, leaking down my legs.

I was fitted with a chastity device after the sack proved inadequate. The handlers obtained the largest one available, which was still too small, but they forced me in anyway. My arms were tied to rings high up in the wall of my stall, and my legs were tied wide apart, exposing my genitalia for easy access. Two handlers took the device, and began pushing my penis in to it. It was a series of rings, each ring smaller than the first, and the last two with small, sharp spikes. My hardened penis fit snuggly through the first ring. With some lube and effort they got it through the second smaller ring as well, though it hurt and I began moaning. The third ring was lubed, and after pressing, pushing and compressing, my penis finally pushed through. The third ring was small enough it was cutting off the blood from the tip of my penis and the throbbing pain made me cry out for mercy. The last two rings had spikes, but there was no way they could fit me in to them. The ring assembly was finally secured firmly to my testicles, to prevent removal.

That night, I lay in searing pain as my penis throbbed from the constriction. I cried, moaned, called out for mercy. The next morning when my handler entered and inspected the handiwork, the end of my penis had turned a very dark purple. True, the erection had subsided some, but the result was tremendous pain and poor blood flow. I was sent to work, digging irrigation ditches that day, but was not productive because I kept doubling over with pain.

That night the head of my penis had started to turn black, and the chastity device was removed. They had to cut it off, it had sunk in so deeply, no amount of lube could remove it..

A compromise was needed if they were going to preserve a good worker slave.

The door to my stall was opened one evening, and #11 was thrust inside. She collapsed on the straw next to me, naked and glistening except for her harness. She lay on the straw, breathing heavily, her breasts moving up and down, skin shiny, legs slightly parted. I did the best I could not to mount her, but she reached out and stroked my cheek, and kissed me. "It's OK, I have been placed here to help meet your needs. I am yours, for now."

I mounted her, once again feeling the inside of her body, but this time with her arms and legs wrapped around me, and entered heaven.

We were joined continuously for the entire night, giving each other orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax, until we lay together, exhausted, with dried semen covering both our bodies. It was only about an hour later that we were awakened and had to join the others to begin work. In spite of our lack of sleep, I was more productive and harder working than ever before. The arrangement worked well, and #11 took up permanent residence in my stall.

My stall was the only one that had two numbers on it. #6 and #11.