The Aftermath

By: Jean-Christophe
(© 2011 by the author)

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Chapter 1
Into the Pens

As the rattling sounds of Andy's rickshaw fades into the distance, Toby's anguished pleading to his master dissolves into silent sobbing. Disbelievingly, Toby wonders why his beloved master has abandoned him in such a cruel fashion. He is both shocked and panicked by this sudden reversal of fortune. He is, of course, unaware that he has been sacrificed to his master's quixotic need for the new statue of the two, naked wrestlers.

Over the next few days, leading up to his sale, Toby will become more aware of Andy's callous betrayal and indifference to his fate. At first Toby will be disbelieving and convinced that his beloved Master will return for him. Slowly, his disbelief will give way to bitterness and despair until ultimately, Toby's pain at Andy's rejection of him will be replaced by a slow burning hatred of the Master he'd loved and served so loyally.

It's true to say that when they'd left the farm this morning; Andy hadn't any notion of selling Toby; that would have been the last thing on his mind. Andy would have thought it incomprehensible that he would ever part with Toby, his ever loyal slave, who had served him faithfully for nearly twenty years.

In the days leading up to Toby's sale, Andy will experience some remorse. However, he'll rationalise this with the argument that Toby is, after all, only a slave whose purpose it is to serve his master's best interests and these will be determined by the master. And of course, if it wasn't for the depressed price of slaves, he wouldn't have needed to sell Toby - would he? So really it's not his fault. Is it?

He doesn't know it, but he will pay a high price for this recklessness in selling his loyal and capable steward. Without Toby's expertise and common sense, his own fortunes will go into gradual decline.

Shackled to their posts, the four slaves remain on their knees with their heads bowed. They are unaware of how long they have been in this position, or for how much longer they'll stay chained up. The sun beats down on their naked bodies causing them to perspire. Slowly, at first, the beads of sweat glisten on their sun-darkened skins and then, gathering momentum, begin to trickle down their bodies. With their hands fastened behind their necks, they are unable to stop the sweat from stinging their eyes or dripping from the ends of their noses. Now, perspiring profusely, rivulets of sweat work their way down over their chests and bellies to dampen and darken the hair around their genitals. Toby feels the sweat trickling down his back and into the cleft between his buttocks.

Kneeling in the dust of the courtyard, Toby once more begins to cry noisily and his tears fall to the ground beneath his bowed head. Bewildered and frightened, the other three slaves join in. Fearing their master's anger, the steward and the yard slaves try unsuccessfully to calm and quieten the four distressed slaves.

Too late, Dave Matheson storms into the yard.

"WHAT"S ALL THIS NOISE ABOUT?" He shouts angrily at the distraught slaves. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

With an expertise born out of much practise, he wields his whip over the slaves' heads without actually making contact with their bodies. His intention is to gain their attention without marking their flawless hides. He is aware that a whip-marked slave doesn't present well to a prospective buyer and he wants them to be in immaculate condition for their upcoming, private viewings. The crack of his whip has the desired effect and all four slaves immediately quieten down.

"That's better. You slaves need to stay calm. As long as you do that, no harm will come to you."

Once again, his whip crackles into life above their heads to gain their attention as he speaks.

"Now let me tell you what is to happen to you. Your master has decided to sell you and he has appointed me to act as his agent. You're scheduled to be sold at next Saturday's auction unless you sell privately before then. For now, you'll be placed in a holding pen to rest as the next two days will be very busy ones. You must accept that your master hasn't any further use for you and that is why he is selling you. My advice to you; forget your old lives and to look forward to serving your new masters. Do that and things will go much easier for you. But if you cause trouble, then you'll feel the full force of my overseers' anger."

Dave Matheson moves out of earshot of Toby and the other slaves and summons his steward to follow.

"I want you to place these four slaves in a holding pen on their own and not mix them with the other stock. You're to make sure they're securely fastened; with ankle chains and with their wrists fastened behind their backs. I don't want them playing with their cocks during the night. We need to keep them primed and ready for pumping at their inspections. First, feed and water them and then gag them. We don't want them kicking up a fuss during the night disturbing the other slaves and, of course; the gags will stop them sucking each other's cocks. Before that, however, I want you to milk the oldest slave. We need to test his semen and sperm count. I'll need the results as soon as possible so that a copy of the report is made available to the clients at his inspections."

"Very well, master". The steward replies "What about tomorrow? What would you have us do with them?"

"Oh, I think just the usual preparation for a private viewing. Make sure their faces are cleanly shaven and their bodies washed and scented; I don't want any unpleasant or distracting odours as they are being handled. And, of course, flush them out till they run clean. Then lube them as I know my clients will want to inspect their asses and out of respect for them, I don't want any unwelcome leakage. Luckily, they have all been cut and skinned and so their cockheads will be on show."

"And should they be temporarily `ringed', master?"

"Yes, of course! I think just a simple, brass, display ring around the base of their genitals will be sufficient. They all have large cocks and balls and the rings should force them all into prominent displays. Prospective buyers always like to see a slave's prick thrust forward and nestling on top of his balls."

"Yes master. And after they are prepared, then what will I do with them?"

"After they are ready, take the oldest slave and the younger, black haired slave to separate inspection rooms and chain them to a viewing platform. To date, I have scheduled two inspections for the older slave; the first at 11.30 AM and the second 4.00 PM - he'll need the time in between to `recharge'. The younger slave only has one inspection at 1.00 PM. I expect him to sell immediately and then be on his way with his new master shortly after. While they wait to be inspected I want an overseer with them at all times to keep them calm; I don't want any displays of temperament. It can have a negative effect on the potential buyer if they see the slave they're interested in is acting up."

"And what about the two, blond slaves, master? What is to be done with them?"

"Unfortunately, I have nothing scheduled for them at this stage. I'm trying to create some interest in them as a matched pair. To date, my efforts have been in vain. At this stage, it appears they'll be going to auction on Saturday. However, have then ready for a quick inspection; you just never know?"

"Yes, master."

"Good! Then, I'll leave you to attend to all this. I need to go to the sale yards to supervise the public viewing of today's stock and to organise this afternoon's auction. I don't expect be back until around 6.00 PM. "

With the dealer gone, the steward and his two assistants return to where the four slaves are still kneeling. Moving quickly, they unfasten the chains holding them to their individual posts and order the slaves to stand, one behind the other, in single file. The steward points them towards a door in one of the walls and orders them to walk towards it. Constrained by their ankle chains, the four slaves begin to shuffle forward toward the door. The door opens from within and they are driven through into the shadowy interior of the slave holding pens.

As his eyes adjust to the gloom, Toby is assailed by an all too familiar smell. He recognises it as the same smell of the field and heavy duty slaves' stable at his master's farm. It is the nauseating smell of naked, unwashed bodies, fear induced sweat, excrement, urine and vomit; only here it is infinitely worse than at the farm.

Invisible and potent, this smell permeates the whole of the building and corrupts everything it touches. Toby breathes it through his nostrils and he tastes it in his mouth. Its foulness envelops his body and is absorbed into his skin; it clings to the hair on his head and body. It is inescapable. It has accumulated over many years and has been added to by the numberless, wretched slaves who have passed through the pens in transit to the auction block.

It is the stink of the slave pens; it is the vile stench of slavery.

Toby looks in horror at the sight before him. Running down both sides of the building are ten cages with barred, open fronts opening onto the central passage-way. Each cage has a capacity to hold ten slaves (although this number can increase with large shipments of new stock) and is devoid of any fittings.

The only concession to the slaves' comfort is a layer of straw spread over the floor. Running through each pen is an open drain, forty-five centimetres wide and of a similar depth. This is where the slaves urinate and defecate by straddling and squatting. Twice a day the drain is automatically flushed out. For the rest of the time the ordure in the drains adds to the overall stench of the place.

Shuffling down the passage-way, Toby sees that some of the pens are occupied by naked men wearing the accoutrements of slavery. Each wears a heavy metal collar around his neck as well wrist manacles and ankle chains. These are more of the prisoners from the two warring factions to the north and they are scheduled to be sold with Toby and the three, young slaves at Saturday's auction. Most are either dejected or sullen; but all are fearful of their fate. Recently inducted into their slavery, they all display the angry, red wound where the letter S is branded into their left flanks.

These new slaves are separated into two distinct ethnic groupings and as mortal enemies they are penned separately. .

One group have dark- blond hair and are, on average, 1.85 metres tall and weigh approximately 85 kilograms. They all have a defined musculature with strong chests and broad shoulders. Their long legs and muscled thighs support their firm, well-rounded buttocks. They are considered to be ideally suited to the task of pulling rickshaws and other similar means of transport; consequently they attract firm bidding at auction. With the current oversupply of slaves and the low prices, there is a developing trend amongst the nouveau-riche and the more flamboyant elements of society to use this type of slave as a litter-bearer. The city's older money considers this ostentatious use of slaves as both crass and decadent.

The second grouping of slaves has black hair and swarthy complexions. At 1.55 metres and approximately 80 kilograms, they are shorter and lighter. However, their strong bodies and lasting endurance, make them ideal workers with a strong capacity for hard, physical labour. Consequently, they are enthusiastically bought as agricultural workers or for the quarries and mines.

Out of sheer boredom both groups crowd to the front of their pens to watch as the new arrivals stumble their way down the passageway to a waiting, empty pen. Here, Toby and his three fellow slaves are roughly thrust inside and the pen door locked

"You relieve yourselves in that drain," the steward instructs them, pointing to the drain "and you DON'T foul the straw bedding; otherwise you'll be sleeping in your own piss and shit. I know it'll be difficult as your hands are fastened behind you. Shortly however, the guards will untie your wrists so that they can feed and water you. At the same time you'll be able to empty your bowels and bladder. I suggest you do so then, because, once you're fed and watered, your hands will be retied behind your backs and you'll be gagged. And there won't be another chance to piss or crap until the morning. And one other thing - your cocks are strictly out of bounds to one another. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? The guards will be watching you all through the night to make sure you don't use your bodies to pleasure one another. Should you be foolish enough to try, the guards won't think twice about using their goads on you."

The three, younger slaves move to a back corner of the pen. Dejectedly, they huddle together for mutual support and comfort. They ignore Toby, who they still see as a figure of authority set over them by their master. Toby for his part moves to the front of the pen and stares out through the bars.

Looking out, he sees the occupants of the other pens listlessly moving around or sitting, resignedly, on the straw-covered floor. Keeping watch over them are two guards.

These guards are slaves, but as a mark of their special standing, they, like the steward, wear dirty loincloths. Their badges of authority are the battery powered slave goads they wear strapped around their waists, and the long, vicious whips they carry. Forbidden to use the whips for fear of damaging the new, unmarked stock - they can be used only in the direst of circumstances - they nevertheless take pleasure in tormenting the new slaves by frequently and noisily cracking their whips through the air. They laugh as the see the slaves flinch and cower into the back corners of the pens.

Within a few days, these slaves will learn that the whip is now a controlling part of their lives. All of them, without exception, will feel the whip's caress on their naked backs either urging them to greater effort in their owners' interests or as punishments ordered by their impatient masters.

As Toby watches, he wonders what the future holds for him. Will his master really sell him? Or will he have second thoughts and come back and remove him from this horrible place? His mind can't process all that is happening and he genuinely believes that Andy will soon return to take him back to the familiar security of the farm and his master's bedroom. These thoughts are interrupted by the return of the steward and his two assistants.

Removed from his pen, Toby is now made to stand in the middle of the passageway as the two assistants milk him. For the second time today, an assistant holds a glass container over the head of his cock. The new slaves move to the front of their pens to watch as the other assistant takes Toby's prick in one hand and his balls in another. With one hand, he quickly works Toby to a full erection and at the same time, he churns the balls in an effort to produce more semen. Toby blushes at the degradation of these actions and wills his body to resist.

Masturbation for Toby has always been a pleasurable act and has only ever been as a result of his own right hand or that of his master's. It has always been part of the incredible sex that he and Andy enjoyed together. This however is different. What is happening to him now is mechanical and devoid of any intimacy. And he is powerless to stop it. As a slave Toby has never questioned his master's right to use his body in whatever manner he chooses. That is until now. For the first time in his slavery he feels he is being abused. Suddenly, and for the first time, he feels shame.

In vain, Toby fights the manipulation of his penis. But he knows he is fighting a losing battle. As his cock hardens and lengthens, his hips begin an involuntary thrusting movement in unison with the hand sliding up and down its shaft. His pace quickens in response to the hand movements and soon his thrusting becomes more urgent. His body trembles, his legs weaken, and he sags at the knees; such is the intensity of the moment. The timing of the hand strokes speeds up and the churning of his balls becomes more frenetic. Then, with a loud exclamation, he is pumping his semen into the glass container. He continues to grunt with each ejaculation and, even as these subside, the hand continues to squeeze his balls in an effort to milk out every last drop of his seed.

Toby is lost in the intensity of the moment and his body is wrapped in the tingling pleasure of his ejaculation. Slowly his spasms subside until he is spent. Finally he is finished and Toby is returned to his pen to recover for his special viewings on the morrow.

To be continued...

Posted: 04/29/11