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It’s the same routine every day except Sundays, which is our day off. I’m lucky I don’t have to shave, I used a hair remover on my face, and it removed the hair permanently. I mixed up a large quantity that I bought from a native farmer, and took a bath in the stuff. It removed all my body hair, but what I didn’t know, was that it removed the hair permanently. I don’t have any hair on my body at all, the only hair I have is on my head. I keep the hair on my head under an inch long.

I’m the only man here without pubic hair, which is a sign that I’m not sexually indowed. Women judge, I’m told, a man by his pubic hair, to determine how fertile he is, and how good he is in providing healthy children. Just thought I would throw that in, to show why I take a ribbing from the other men. But they know why I have no hair, because they know about the hair remover.

I’m getting to live my fantasy of being a slave, and at the same time playing a game. I’m playing a game, and making others think it’s real. I’m really enjoying my life, here in the mine pit, as just one of the slaves. The only other person, who knows what I’m doing, is my friend and mine manager.

I have now finished two weeks into my second year as a slave. I have noticed Kofi looking at me different, and staring at me at times. I think I’m going to ask him what’s bothering him, because he’s started to act funny around me lately. He’s my best friend, and working partner, so maybe I can help him.

How strange, Kofi came to me, and said we needed to talk. I told him fine, that I thought he had something bothering him . He started out by reminding me, that I had been here for over a year. He ask me about my sexual feelings, and wanted to know if I was feeling a need for a sexual outlet. I told him not really, that I was fine so far. He then told me, he was starting to get sexual feelings, that had been bound up, but now seemed to need a way of release.

He looked at me so seriously, and ask again if I wasn’t in need of a sexual outlet. Then he dropped the bomb, he told me I had such a great ass, that he had a fixation on my ass. He said it was a shame to not use such a great asset, he said he was, what we would call, a top man. He said he could take it easy, and that I would soon be able to get sexual relief at the same time. I told him, I was sure , that I didn’t want to bottom.

I knew that many of the men down here in the pit, were having sex with one another, but I just ignored their activity. I knew I was not interested in taking part, but that I was getting my enjoyment from working as a slave. I would get off secretly, when no one was watching, though I think I may have been seen by a guard at times.

Kofi begged and pleaded for me to help him, so I agreed to try, and see what happened. So that night I lay face down on my sleeping mat, so Kofi had access to my ass. I felt him straddle my legs, and pull my butt cheeks apart. By this time he was fully erect, and started to push in. It was hurting so bad, that I had to bite my arm, and at the same time I was trying to squeeze my but together. Kofi only got the head in, before I had to role over, and stop any further penetration. But even with that small penetration, my ass hole was sore for a few days.

Kofi and I are still best of friends, but he had to find someone else inorder to get relief. I don’t know who it is, and I really don’t want to know. I do worry about what I will do, when I get to the same stage Kofi reached. It has caused me to notice all the sex going on between the men. Kofi talking about what a great ass I have, has caused me to notice the other men’s asses. I hope I can quit looking, and get back to normal.

I have really noticed a big growth in my arm and shoulder muscles, and I can see the size of my chest has really beefed up and hardened. I had a good start from previous years, working out at the fitness center. But doing all this heavy manual work, has really made a difference.

The overseer has really noticed my growth, and said it was a shame that I was a slave. He said I could train with some of the great coaches in the country, and become a champion wrestler. I thanked him for his comments, but said I was happy where I am. He looked at me, and said I was a strange person.

I now no longer see the manager, he never comes down in the pit anymore. I bet the only time he thinks about me, is when he deposits money into my bank account. But I have to admit, I don’t think of him much either. I’m too busy with my work, and with Kofi and my other friends.

I don’t understand why these men were sent to life as slaves. What could they have done, to get life sentences. They all seem so nice and friendly, and there is vertuly no trouble among the men. I have not seen a single case of violent behavior. None of the men talk about why rhey are here, and I’m glad , so that way I don’t have to make up a story.

Most of the men, have just resigned themselves, to this lifestyle, and just make the best of the situation. I on the other had, is the one person who would be considered strange. I have given up a life of luxury, to live the life of a hard working slave. But I’m happy in living this way, and I understand some of the wealthiest people, live miserable lives.

One day I mentioned to one of the guards, that carting around their whips was a waste of time. He laughed, and said the whips are the reason, it’s peaceful here in the pit, no one wants to feel the sting. I ask him if he ever had the opportunity, to use his whip. He said no, but in the past a number of guards have had to use them. But he said that was years ago, and that no one down here now, had ever felt the whip. I said I wondered what it would feel like, and he said I wouldn’t like the feel of the whip.

The more I thought about the whip, the more I wondered how I would react. I was always looking at the whip everytime the guard came around. It was the same guard, I had talked to days before. He would let me take hold of the front, while he held the whip. I loved the feel of the nice smooth leather, as my hand ran up and down on the leather.

One day I ask him if there was anyway to feel the whip on my back. He ask if I ment feeling lashes from the whip, and I said yes. He laughed at me, and said I didn’t know what I was asking for. He did have me bend forward, and he just drug the whip across my back. It felt great, and gave me cold chills, I didn’t want him to stop, but he told me I needed to get back to work.

I tried on numerous occasions, to get him to rub the whip across my back, but he always refused. So I just had to be content doing my job, and admiring the whip from afar. One day I went to the overseer, and ask if the guard could use his whip on me. The overseer said I was crazy, and that the whips were only used when needed. I pleaded and begged the overseer to let the guard use the whip on me. I said I thought three lashes would be about right. The overseer told me no one knew what the feel of a whip lash was like.

The overseer finally gave in, and told the guard to give me three lashes. They said it wouldn’t be safe to use the whip if I were running around. So it was decided to secure me to the whipping post, so I couldn’t move around. The overseer told the guard to take it easy, but the guard said he had tried to raise and use the whip gently when he had done practicing in the past. The guard said he would make sure not to bring it down hard on my back.

The overseer had everyone stand back out of the way. Everyone was there, all the guards, and I’m sure all my fellow slaves were there to watch. This was something no one present had ever witnessed. The overseer gave me one last chance, to back out. I will admit, I was starting to sweat, and have second thoughts, but I decided I had made such a fuss, that I had to go through with the whipping.

The guard unfurled his whip, and cracked it in the air a couple of times. He then said ready, si I closed my eyes in anticipation. When the whip hit my back the first time, I wanted to scream, but it took my breath away. The second and third time I did scream, and I think I came close to passing out. When they freed me from the post, they had to hold me up, because I started to fall. Then when someone saw my back, they ran for the medical kit

I had three big whelps on my back, and the end of the whip had hit my side, and broke the skin, so that blood was visible. Someone had brought a chair, so they sat me down in the chair. Soon they had cleaned up the blood on my side, and applied some medication, and covered the area with a bandage. They were treating the whelps on my back, inorder to ease the pain. I was just hoping they wouldn’t leave permanent scars.

When they finally had finished treating me, they gave me some pain pills to take away some of the pain, and calm me down. I really felt bad about causing all the trouble, and I apologized to everyone. I was glad today was Saturday, and everyone would have Sunday off..

I had no problem eating my evening meal, but I couldn’t take a shower. So Kofi gave me a spurge bathe, and made sure I was clean before bed. When I went to sleep, Kofi had to put my sleeping mat down, and had to help me lay face down on the mat. I was uncomfortable because I always sleep on my back,. The pressure on my side hurt, if I moved, due to the cuts in my skin.

Kofi started laughing, and I told him , he was cruel. He said he was laughing about the position I was in, that he could fuck me easily. He said my ass was exposed, and I wouldn’t be unable to move. Thanks to the PM pain pills, I was able to get some sleep.