The Life of Koru, Chapter 75
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Mazo and Cheeser were together with other slaves inside a truck heading for the sulfur mine. Mazo was the only one who wore a cock cage and it was so tight that it made his cock look tiny.
"Why are ye locked, boy?" an older slave asked.
"He angered his Massa by fappin' in public!" Cheeser said.
"Is that true, boy? Are ye a raging fapper?" the older slave said.
"Yessuh!" Mazo said.
"Well, he wuz a fapper until today!" Cheeser said. "Now he can't fap no more! Hah! He can't fap!"
"Well, that's bad, boy! Most of us koru can and do fap!" the older slave said and to prove his point he started stroking his massive erect cock in a demonstrative way.
Other slaves and Cheeser did the same.
"He's a wumma now!" Cheeser laughed pointing at Mazo. "He has no cock!"
"No, I'se not a wumma!" Mazo said trying to sound like a strong pup.
"Then where's yer cock, boy?" Cheeser said. "I'se can't see no cock!"
Mazo grabbed his tiny compressed cock which looked like a pitiful pathetic nub inside the unrelenting iron cage. His confidence broke. He knew he could no longer compare with his peers and this realization was very painful. Sir Jared was right: a koru suffers greatly when he has no cock to brag about. It is the center of his existence. Well, Mazo's "center" was quite literally pressed into a chaste bundle of total inhibition.
"Massa wanted that I'se no longer sin with muh flesh!" Mazo said.
"Wise words, boy, too bad ye're gonna be our bitch for tonight!" another slave said.
They forced him on all fours and Mazo had to submit. He was ridden hard that night, every other slave in the truck fucked him and it really hurt, but Mazo knew that he deserved this punishment. He had betrayed his Massa and now he had to atone for his sins. So he took all this fucking like a champion, he presented his ass in a respectful way and waited for each slave to finish, encouraging the entire process with a back and forth movement of his posterior. At a certain point his restrained tortured cock even started to cum, begging for release.
"Now this is how a bitch cums!" one slave said.
"He really likes the fuck! He's a true bottom dog!"
Bottom dogs like this were the joy of the pack because they could be fucked at any time and had no right to object. So this is what awaited poor Mazo in the mine -- hard unrelenting work and being fucked at night by his mates! The punishment for betraying his Massa.
The truck carrying the slaves to the mine travelled across Brazil's harsh, sun-scorched landscapes to the mountainous region of Chile. When the koru were taken out of the truck they gasped. Some of them had never seen mountains before, so high and majestic, their snow-capped peaks piercing the sky. Mazo had lived all his life in the plains, working the immense fields of Governor Hayatudeen. He never expected the world to change so drastically. And the strangest, most ominous part of the scenery was the gaping, dark mouth of the mine, yawning open at the base of the towering mountain like a portal to the unknown.
"Where we at?" he wondered.
"Alright, apes!" an inspector said. "Stand in line for inspection and don't try anything cocky! I know you are the worst kind of pigs, otherwise you wouldn't be here! This is a place for PUNISHMENT, not for your leisure. All of you have committed serious crimes and now you need to suffer the consequences! Do you get that, slaves?"
"YESSUH!" the lined up koru yelled.
"Repeat what I said!"
"WE NEED TO SUFFER THE CUNSEQUENCES, SUH!"
"Good!"
Mazo added his voice to the group, fully convinced that he now had to face the "cunsequences" of his actions, no matter what those would be. He was ready to fully obey the inspector and the overseers of the mine.
One really had to fear these overseers. They were some of the most racist and sadistic people of the Black Empire, which had a criminal record and were exempted from prison only because they accepted the hard job of overseeing koru in a mine. Their equipment, uniforms and helmets protected them very well from the toxic fumes and the extreme heat of the mine.
By comparison, the koru worked naked as they were considered mere apes, not worthy of protection and respect. They dug sulfur ore from the ground using picks and shovels for 16 hours every day. The sulfur blocks were carried by hand or loaded onto rudimentary carts pulled by workers, who were treated like mules. The overseers had whips with sharp leaden bits which tore the backs of lazy koru.
The unbearable heat made the koru sweat all the time. It was almost as if they were dressed in a patina of sweat and yellow sulfur. The toxic gas and dust particles in the air made it hard for the slaves to breathe...
However, when the work started, Mazo was invigorated by the thought of atoning for his sins. Labor in the sulfur mine was actually pleasant to him because he was making amends, he was proving that he is a good boy. He had the vibe of Sisyphus, the energy of Atlas and Hercules combined.
He smote the ore with utmost vigor and took delight in the feeling of tiredness in his arms. The more exhausted he became, the more he knew he had to apply himself to the task. He didn't allow himself to be distracted. His only thought was breaking that piece of ore with his pickaxe. And then the next piece of ore. And then the next one.
By the end of the day, he had a huge pile of sulfur ore, way larger than any of his workmates could produce.
"Damn, boy! How can ye work so much? That's insane!" one of his peers told him.
"I'se need to suffer the cunsequences of muh deeds!" Mazo said.
His mates asked themselves if the boy was alright.
"The boy has lost his mind! I'se think we'se fucked his brain out!" one of them said.
"Ye think? Did he even have a brain before bein' fucked?" Cheeser said.
"Ye can fuck me again if ye want, suhs!" Mazo said. "Cuz I'se betrayed muh Massa and I'se need to be punished!"
"Hah! Ye're really funny, boy!" Cheeser laughed.
But then Mazo's mates found an even better reason to be cheerful. They learnt that the work quota is not evaluated for each individual, but for each team, so their team was the most productive that day, precisely because Mazo's efforts had really elevated the output. As a reward, the slaves received plenty of gruel to fill their bellies and no whip blows for being lazy.
"Wow! Good job, Mazo, ye really saved our asses for today!" one of the slaves said.
"Yeah, ye may have yer cock locked, but ye're still one strong motherfucker!" another one said.
"Hurrah for Mazo! Hurrah for Mazo!" they all said lifting Mazo in the air.
Mazo was giggling and felt so happy to have helped the team.
Only Cheeser was grumpy because he saw all the spotlight slip away from him and onto the hard-working boy.