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.
