My Diary at Slave Camp School

Intake Day 9/ 13

Hi Chad and Johnny

I miss both of you guys very much. I love you both. Chad baby I miss your strong arms around me and those tender lips of yours. Chad, remember I am able to talk to you via pay phone every night between 6:10 to 6:35pm. That’s 9:10 to 9:35pm Johnnys time. I can call collect but they want us to use coins. There are 10 pay phones on one wall for our use. We can speak for only 25 minutes. Guards monitor us. 

Guards are now allowed to take pictures of us each day wherever and whenever. 

As many as they desire. They can send a number of pictures to you at my email address. It’s up to them what to send. Make sure you send them to Johnny so he can be kept up to date. Please transcribe our conversation and send it to Johnny. I really want him to know what’s going on. He’s a great buddy. And I know he’s worried about me. Please make sure you are by the phone.  Love u so much. I would be lying if I didn’t tell you I am nervous. I love you guys. 

So I had to arrive on Sunday, the 13th for intake processing. I got  here around 11:30am. I made it before the noon deadline thank God.  Glad I left the house early enough. Johnny suggested that. The directions were 5 North to 8 East and look for a certain parking lot off of Kneewoor Rd. and Scott Dr. The lot has a small red house. (Chad you know I’m not good with directions) It took me some time  to find it but I did. The directions stated to park the car in spot number 5 (there were 10 spots) making sure to place a 3x5 index card with the words school/camp on the dashboard and than walk to the house, knock twice on the door than enter the premises. I was to  sit down and await further directions. While waiting,  4 other men arrived doing the same thing. Plus five additional men.  I was told not to talk to anyone.  The first  4 guys were the same men I met at my medical exam a few weeks ago. I’m really glad I got to talking with them and learning about them at that time. Never did ask about their occupations. The five new men I never met. We nodded at each other. We were all nervous. So now there are 10 of us. (PS-Chad they were all good looking). At exactly 11:59am a “guard”came out from behind a closed door with paperwork in his hand.  He called our names and our home states. Checking it off on his clipboard. He ordered us to relinquish our car keys, wallets, cell phones (glad I left the cell phone with you Chad), jewelry (rings, bracelets, necklaces), laptops (which I didn’t bring) and any money we had. This guy was a tough looking mafia type guy. Each of us put our personal items into a metal box which he than locked. On it was written our parking spot number. This box was than locked into a large safe. Time release for Sunday on our return at 10pm. That room was than bolted shut. It was kind of hard to give all this up. But I had no choice. No texting. No phone.  No money. No ID. No wallet. No keys. No more identity as Rob. I was just a number. I was going to become a piece of meat. I was on my way to slave-hood. I was assigned slave number RO9–142W5. This number would be my identifier for the next two weeks.  It would appear on my body in bold letters and numbers; where I didn’t know. A small chip would be imbedded into my right ass cheek. This chip will contain my name, DOB, slave ID number, next of kin name, telephone number, blood type, dick size (length and girth), height, weight, testicle dimensions, cut or uncut, waist size, chest size, bicep size, foot size, sexual orientation. It monitored movement throughout  the camp. Every place I went the chip would be scanned. During  each new training session it will be scanned. It will be scanned every time I give a semen sample. Every time I was trained on any device. When I was punished. Basically keeping track of me. The guards reminded me I was just a slave. A piece of meat. Piece of shit with two holes. Worthless piece of garbage. I was there for a Guard and Masters sole pleasure. Their being able to use my two holes. Whenever the wanted to. When scanned it will also pull up a face picture of me plus a nude picture of my  front and back. It also pulls up a picture of my cock and balls and stretched pussy.  All previous info was now on the chip. 

I along with the 9 other guys nervously waited for the next step in the process.  The guard than returned and attached a thick  metal collar and locked it around our necks.  The collar was massive. It was cold and very heavy. It had hooks around it and was locked by a large padlock. A long 10 foot leash was also attached but was temporarily tied so as not to drag. The key to the collar was placed in a timed lockbox on the wall set to open at 10pm the nite we are to be released. We also had heavy metal ankle and wrist restraints placed on us. They were also very tight and locked with padlocks. The keys were also placed in the same lockbox. Duplicates of the keys were at the central office of the school in case needed in an emergency. The guard told us we had to live with the collar and restraints until the day we were released. All of us had to remove our shoes and socks since we wouldn’t need them. They were left with our other belongings. We were made to put on a red prison   jumpsuit over our clothing. It was very loose fitting so it was easy to put on. We were supposed to have a psych exam but it was moved to tomorrow. My guard would take me when the time was known. There was a hood that matched. Also A ball gag. We had no foot covering. We were than shackled together and were herded like cattle into 2 black prison transport vans since we now had 10 slaves. Five of us in each van. Van had no windows. We were being transported to the facility that would be our “home” for two weeks. What was the facility like? The guards chained my ankles to floor hooks and wrists above my head to a metal grate. I was unable to move. The other four were also restrained the same way. One of the four was having difficulty getting into the van so they hit him with a cattle prod, sending shocks to his body. He screamed. It was very tight. I was uncomfortable. But the guards could care less I guess. So we were gagged and hooded all of us with a red sack. We were also barefoot. I heard a man say to someone to take these five pussies to hell. I’ll call the place and tell them new pig meat is being shipped to you now. I guess the other van had 5 more slaves. Soon I felt the van begin to move and had no idea where we were headed. Believe me Chad and Johnny I was having some serious regrets at this point. What was I getting into.  I had to face whatever was coming because I couldn’t leave now. The van was extremely hot and I was sweating like crazy. The heat in the van had been activated. This made us sweat like pigs. Obviously this is what we were becoming. I asked if they could lower the heat. Instead they raised it and said to me your a fucking pig that deserves to sweat. Maybe we’ll chop one of your balls off. I shut up fast. 

Not sure how long it took us too arrive at the facility but after sitting on the floor of the van and traveling over lots of bumps, and making many stops, right turns and left turns it seems we had finally arrived. The van had stopped. 

I heard someone shuffling papers than opening the door and quietly whispering to another person and finally leaving.  The van was quiet.  Waiting. What was next. Guys, I was scared shit. 

I heard lots of talking from men who opened the side door of the van. They pulled off our hoods abruptly and removed our gags. They yelled at us. Welcome to hell shit heads. New meat for the facility.  Your fucking pussy and dick belong to us now. There were 5 men. They were guards. We were told to address them as SIR. These guys wore very tight black tank tops and tight white see through shorts which showed their massive cocks. Also black boots. They carried tasers and pepper spray and batons. Also a set of handcuffs.  They had muscles like mountains. Remember I showed you their pictures. Anyway each of them seemed to have been assigned to each one of us.   Two more guards we were told would eventually be assigned to each of us. Three in total. My eyes were killing me.  Preliminary paperwork  was reviewed with me. It was placed in a plastic sleeve and hung around my neck. My guard asked me my name, DOB, into, dick size, etc. I was given my slave number and other details. Not that I could remember it.  

Each of us was taken off the van and lined up side by side, spaced 5 feet apart in front of a large blue painted building. The new slaves were also taken off and lined up behind us. This was the first time I saw what they looked like.  We were ordered to stand  with our laced fingers behind our head and to spread our legs 3 feet wide. We were not to  look at the guards or each other. Our guard stood two feet directly behind us. It looked like there were many buildings on the property. The grand MASTER addressed us. He wore a leather cap, very tight leather shorts and boots. He was holding a whip. He was the head honcho. He addressed us as pussy sluts. . He told us that for the next two weeks we were not allowed to talk. Unless we were given permission. Violation of this would be solitary confinement and torture.  He said solitary confinement is used very much at this camp. He told us our stay here will be like living in hell for two weeks and that we were all fresh pieces of meat. Meat that will be tenderized and cooked to perfection   The sun was beating down on us. It was so very hot. Each of us was given a large plastic crate and told to strip. We were than to squat and separate our butt cheeks in order to show the guard behind us our pussy. This to make sure we weren’t hiding drugs or a cellphone. Nothing was to be left on us. Our new uniform consisted of being naked for fourteen days. Everything was to be removed and tossed into the crate. I was more humiliated now standing there naked with a collar and leash, ankle and wrist restraints. I tried covering up my privates but the guard behind me pulled my hands back. At this point our chips were implanted in our right butt cheeks.  This was done via a small needle. Fast. There was no pain or soreness. I looked around and saw all the guys in the same predicament. One of the new guys was crying. I felt so sorry.  Remember these were the same guys I met earlier at my pre medical and we’ve become acquainted via text and email. The newer five slaves I never met. But this was only the beginning. I asked for this. It was my decision. 

My cock was than caged. My pussy was forcefully locked. A chain was attached around my waist. This chain would remain on during my imprisonment. My wrists were chained to the waist chain.  And my ankles were chained together. Allowing me only to shuffle walk tiny steps. This reminded me of some of the people I sent to prison when  I was a police officer. After what seemed like hours we were marched into the building. Prisoners we were. What  awaited us. 

All of us were than herded into two large holding cells.   Naked except for a collar and our shackles, restraints and chains and paperwork envelope around our necks. Maximum occupancy was no more than five in each tank. Our wrists were re-attached to wall hooks about 6 1/2 feet high. I had to stand on my toes. And there we stood. We looked at each other. No smiles. We couldn’t cover our privates. No conversation.  Just hanging there like pieces of meat waiting to be slaughtered. And scared as shit. Each of us one at a time was than unhooked, unchained and taken for questioning, medical and further processing and humiliation. 

I was the last to be taken. A guard the size of Mt  Rainer went over some paperwork. I was scanned. He took fingerprints and footprints. He asked me questions. Another Guard then shaved my head. He looked scary. I showed you his pic. One. Two. Three. Fast. Not worrying about style. He stood me up and began a quick shave on the rest of my body. Chest, back, everything. Paying special attention to my cock and balls. He had me bend over and shaved my pussy and ass. He said I was mostly hairless and it was good.  I guess that’s because you (Chad) and I went for a waxing a few weeks ago. My slave ID number was printed in thick, black waterproof marker on my left ass cheek and my chest. On my upper back they wrote the word SLAVE in large red letters. Under that they wrote FAG. They made me sign a statement that I was here of my own free will and that I accepted any and all punishment and would not hold the camp/school accountable for anything that could happen. I was told the premises and campus were under constant 24/7 video surveillance. And that all our activities were being recorded. I was than taken to the medical exam room for a pre incoming medical. This room was gigantic and broken up into areas for different procedures. It also I guess acted like an infirmary and test center. A Guard took our photo...front, back, cock, balls, ass and pussy. Two doctors checked out the basics on me. Heart. Lungs. EKG. Eyes. Mouth. Throat. Ears. Chest. Feet. Face. Skin. They unlocked  my pussy lock and than spread my ass wide, exposing my pussy. The dr than pushed one finger, than two into my pussy until his entire hand was in my pussy. Don’t know what they were searching for. 

My cock cage was unlocked and my genitals were examined. Dr. examined it at length. Looking for any disease, boils, growths. Checking the slit. They put a large swab into the slit to do a culture. They said maybe we will cut it. I prayed not. My penis was poked and probed. Balls were squeezed and examined. Within seconds I was jerked off. The dr than took a semen sample from me. I was told all slaves are required to give an AM and a PM semen sample each day. This must be witnessed and obtained by each slaves guard. I was not permitted to get an erection on my own. Only the guard could get me hard  and retrieve the semen. Welcome to slave school training. After this initial medical I was taken to my cell. In cell block A. It was Numbered A1. Cock cage and pussy locks were placed back on. I was unchained and thrown into the cell by a guard who spit on me and said welcome to hell you piece of shit pussy. I looked around. Scared. The bed was a cold, concrete slab. No mattress. No sheets. No blankets. No window. Very very bright ceiling lights. They are on 24 hrs day and night. Heat in each cell is kept on 24/7 to the hottest temperature. 5 heating lamps on the ceiling. Must have been over 100. Sweat dripping down my chest. I felt dirty. Stinky. No shower. Hell on earth. Toilet. Sink. No privacy. That’s it. Holy shit. The prison door/bars were slammed closed by the guard. I was in there alone. Guard told me to get as much rest as possible. It will be a busy  and painful day tomorrow. Another guard passed by and threw me a piece of molded white bread and small bottles of urine and semen to drink. Naked and tired and not realizing I guess I fell asleep afterwards. My first day was over. Guys I miss you lots. Wish I could text you. My life is changing. God have mercy on me. Until the next time I call Chad. 

Until tomorrow my friends

Slave number  RO9-142W5