Come evening Drake awoke from his dozing by the nearby bellowing of one of the male... trainers? Drake got up to see what was going on. One of the men was pulling a slightly build boy through the arena. Drake figured the boy was around his own age. He was struggling, his face etched in a snarl, but he couldn't free his sandy blonde hair from the bigger man's grip.
"Let's make something clear here lads! We do not tolerate rebellions. We have more than enough ways to handle a rebellion, and Raell loves to torture you rebellious types. Even being found talking about rebellion merits a good punishment here."
The big man spun around, making sure all the slave pens were watching. Another two trainers joined him, bringing a wooden barrel-like structure. The boy was trussed over it, his ass in the air. Drake heard a sharp intake of breath and looked over at Riley, whose face had paled.
"What?"
"You'll see soon enough."
The men undid the strap that ran in a "Y" down the front and ended as the single strap in the back, baring the boy's ass. One of the men grabbed a handful of the sandy hair.
"Ever put anything in your ass, slave?"
"Hell no. I'm not gay! Let me the fuck go! What is wrong with you mother fuckers!?"
He continued to swear at them, but Drake was paying more attention to the man at the other end of the boy. He had undone the zipper on his jeans and a massive and thick cock hung free.
"Noooooo..." Drake whispered, as the man positioned himself.
Just as the boy let loose a new bout of swearing, the man thrusted forward, impaling the youth on his massive instrument.
"WHATTHEFUCKNOGETOUTOFMYASS!!"
The men all laughed at the boy's struggling and swearing, and were unzipping their own pants, revealing two more equally large and thick dicks.
The man standing at the boy's head slapped his cock across the boy's face.
"Here boy, you seem to need something to wash your mouth out with."
The slave tried to bite the trainer's dick, and was rewarded with a hell of a slap. At the other end, the thrusting man was reaching his peak. He bellowed as he came inside the slave, who in turn swore some more. The youth groaned as the man extracted his dick, thinking the humiliation and pain was over. Unbeknownst to him the third man had replaced his first rapist's place. He screamed as his ass was once again invaded. The second he opened his mouth to scream the first trainer slammed his member deep in the boy's throat.
"HERMMMFFFFF!!"
"Ohhh yeah boy, suck my dick, there you go. No teeth boy!"
Another resounding slap echoed around the arena, and Drake noticed a lot of the men in the larger pens flinched at it. Riley jerked as well. Drake shot him a questioning look, and realized the other man had gone white.
"You okay Riley?"
"Y-yeah. This just brings back some not very fond memories."
Another slap brought Drake's attention back to the scene in front of him. The third man was reaching his climax, and another bellow reverberated around the arena. The first guy was thrusting deep into the slave's throat, ignoring the boy's choking.
"Damn you feel good boy. Such a shame Raell won't let us keep you. Seems like such a waste to send such pretty ass out to the field!"
"That could be arranged if you'd ask."
Drake, and everyone else, jumped at the quiet yet powerful voice. Raell stepped out of the shadows, where she had watched the entire rape.
"How about a deal, James? You can have all the rebellion starters, like this one here, until you are done with them or have a new fuck toy to play with. When that happens they head off to whatever position assigned. Deal?"
The first trainer- James, Drake guessed- grinned.
"Hell yeah you have a deal! Hear that, boy? I do get to keep you!" He let out a little yelp. SMACK!
"I SAID NO TEETH!" SMACK!
Raell snorted, and tossed one of the other trainers something. "Here Zack. When it's your turn to face fuck him use this. James may be too stubborn to prevent a slave from chewing on his dick but in case you're a bit smarter, use this. She then turned and walked off.
James continued thrusting hard, his hands in the slave's mouth as well, keeping the boy's jaws apart. His grunting intensified and soon enough he was bellowing in pleasure. The slave gagged, but the girth of James's cock prevented him from spitting the cum out of his mouth.
"Swallow boy! Better get used to that taste.
You're gonna learn to enjoy it."
The other two trainers- Zack and the third- cut the boy free. The slave scrambled to his feet, and tied to rush past James. James snagged him easily, and threw him onto the ground. Zack, once again supporting a rock hard cock, flipped him onto his back, and drawing the slave's pelvis towards him, plunged his dick back into the boy's ass. James planted a boot on the side of the slave's face, and the third trainer watched, stroking his own boner.
