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I followed Orsty to the kitchen, and he ask if there something special I wanted for supper. I told him I had only been eating slave food for over two weeks. I told him to just fix what he had planned, that would be fine with me.
When Araway returned he ask if I was feeling any better, and I told him I was feeling a little down. I told him I was missing my two friends from the mine. I told him not only did we work together, but that we ate together, and even slept together. I could tell what he was thinking by the way he looked at me, so I told that we didn’t have sex.
We sat down for our evening meal, which would be my first regular food in over two weeks. I was disappointed in the meal, but I didn’t say anything. I did really enjoy the cake we had for dessert, and had a second piece. I felt like I wanted something else so I got some melon from the refrigerator. Orsty stayed at the table asking me about my last two weeks.
When it came time for bed, I went to my room and checked out my body in the mirror. I liked what I saw, I could see I had really toned my body. I liked seeing my smooth body and how all my muscles showed. I even liked seeing my hairless crotch, but I wondered how much I was influenced by Ayitey’s body. I finally got in bed, and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning I was still feeling groggy, and had trouble getting dressed. When I went to the table I wasn’t feeling hungry, so I didn’t eat much. I told Orsty I just wasn’t feeling good, and didn’t have a appetite. Araway told me I should stay home if I wasn’t feeling good, but I told him I wanted to see Ayitey.
Araway reminded me everyone had seen me naked and wearing slave hardware. That they had witnessed my performance while in a stoopper. He said I might want to let that die down some, but I pointed out it would take a long time if ever to die down. He laughed and agreed with me.
When we arrived at the mine I could see the snickers, and I just said I don’ t care. I watched Ayitey while he worked, and was trying to imagine how I would look. I was glad when lunch time came, and followed the food servers to the pit. I got my food, and headed to the bench beside the tool shed.
When I got there I stripped naked and waited for Ayitey, and when he arrived I stood and let him examine my body. He was pleased with what he saw, because he thinks I did this all for him. Earlier I had told him I was try to experience what he had gone through. But I was talking about being sold at auction, not about going through the slave preparation. But I don’t have the heart to tell him the truth.
I had him stand up so I could inspect his body, and we both agreed we were a lot alike. He said we were slave brothers, and I told him I liked that, but that I wasn’t a slave. He said you aren’t now but you were a slave, and you are branded as a slave. I just smiled and told him, he was right
I ate my slave food and noticed I enjoyed it more than the other food I’ve eaten since being home, with the exception of the cake. This time we just played with each other’s naked body, and jacked each other off.
After lunch I went to the infirmary, so the doctor could check my brand. He checked it closely, and told me it was deep and a lot of burn damage had been done. He said it must have been pressed hard and long in order to achieve the brand I have. He told me it would be hard to remove, that a skin graft was probably the only way to get rid of the brand.
He said he had seen some brands that looked like a hit and miss, that they were almost just superficial. I told him about Ayitey, that it looked like his had faded and didn’t show at times, unless you really looked. The doctor said he would have to look the next time he checked Ayitey.
The doctor gave me some medications to use on my brand, and told me to watch for infection. I thanked him and went back to the pit.