The Aftermath

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

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Chapter 6
Pre-sale Inspections-Toby
Part 1

The only sounds to be heard are Toby's nervous breathing and the occasional rattling of the chain attached to his left ankle, whenever he moves. He stands on a raised platform in the middle of a squalid room surrounded by the reminders of innumerable, wretched inspections of which his is to be the latest.

Toby is left to stand in the 'at rest' position with his wrists fastened behind his back. This is considered a necessary precaution by the steward to prevent any unauthorised self-pleasuring as Toby nervously awaits his first examination. He is aware that the steward has left one of his assistants in the room to monitor his movements. Two things here: 

Furtively, he gazes around at the general shabbiness of the room; its walls, once pristine white are now a drab, grey colour. The formerly white ceiling is a mottled, smoky nicotine tan, evidence of the countless cigars chewed on and smoked by an eager clientele as they inspected and haggled over the displayed livestock. The air in the room still hangs heavy with their pungent odour. The platform beneath his feet and the surrounding floor are mysteriously blotched and stained.

In front of him is a table on which lays an assortment of containers and bowls -Toby can't even begin to guess at their functions. To one side of the platform there is a raised, waist-high bench complete with a stock for the head and hands and restraints for the ankles. On this bench there is also an assortment of various sized dildos. The sight of these causes Toby to shudder. On the other side there is a waist-high trestle with wrist manacles and shackles for the ankles. Toby recognises this as being similar to the flogging trestle his master uses at the farm. The sight of all these fill him with apprehension. He is left to wonder at their various uses; he has ample time to consider what part they will play in his examination and evaluation.

Suddenly, Dave Matheson and his steward enter the room and Toby drops to his knees in the full obeisance position. He is aware of the slave-dealer slowly walking around the platform looking down on his body. He feels hands running over his shoulders, arms and back before gliding over his rump. Then he feels a finger moving up and down the cleft between his buttocks and hears Dave Matheson's exclamation of approval.

"Good! His ass is smooth. There aren't any stray hairs in his crack."

Now the order is given to "Stand and display."

With an alacrity born of many years obedience, Toby quickly jumps to his feet and complies with the slaver's command. He is rewarded with a pat on the rump and told he is a ... "Good boy."

"One thing I've noted about Andy Trevorrow's slaves," Dave comments to his steward, "is their willingness to smartly obey an order. Obviously they're well trained. Even Harriet Middleton picked up on this during her inspection of the other two slaves. She was most impressed. There's nothing more pleasing to a master than having a slave obey an order quickly and cheerfully. It's very gratifying to possess an obedient slave."

Now Dave stands in front of Toby who, with his hands still pinioned behind his back, respectfully bows his head and lowers his eyes to the floor.

"He's looking good." The dealer compliments his steward. "Removing his body hair certainly makes a difference to him. His musculature is more clearly defined and one can see every muscle outlined under his skin. You've done a good job with this one."

"Thank you, Master. He was easy to work on as he wasn't too hairy to start with. But as you say, the slave looks good. I hope your client finds him so?"

"I'm sure he will. He's quite a connoisseur when it comes to judging prime slave flesh. Of course, he's experienced in breeding slaves; this dates back to his father's time. He's a well-known breeder and he is highly regarded by discerning buyers. His stock always commands top prices at auction. I'm sure when he looks this slave over he'll be bidding for him at Saturday's auction."

Toby listens quietly and respectfully as he is discussed and only flinches slightly as Dave Matheson runs his hands over his front testing the smoothness his body. He shuffles his feet as the dealer grabs hold of his cock and begins to slowly tease it to erection.

"STEADY! Steady". The dealer admonishes him. "I need to make sure everything is in 'good working order' for the client." 

Nodding with approval as the cock stiffens in his hand, he asks the steward.

"You do have the results of his sperm test handy? The client will want to see them for sure. I trust all went well in the test?"

"Yes indeed, Master. The slave's results are excellent. I've prepared four copies - one for each client and of course, one copy for you. You did say the slave is to have three inspections. Am I correct, master?"

"Thank you. That's correct. I've scheduled three evaluations; two for today and one for tomorrow."

"Master, can I ask about the inspection of the other two slaves?"

"Yes you can. Their inspections went very well indeed; thanks to your preparations. One client was very impressed and even though the second one was a bit hesitant, I would think they'll be the winning bidders on Saturday. I think those two slaves are in for interesting lives with their new mistresses. Apart from dragging heavy mowers all around their grounds and trotting around town harnessed to a rickshaw," Dave chuckles, "I suspect they'll be required for special night-time duties as well."

"I'm pleased, Master. But what about the fourth slave in the other display room? He also displays well. Do you want to look at him before his inspection?"

"Yes of course. His inspection is scheduled for early afternoon. If all goes as I expect, then by late afternoon, his new owner will be preparing him to service his clients at the casino. Once there, I'm sure he'll prove to be a very popular addition to the casino's stable of pleasure slaves. But let's go and check him out."

"Very well, Master. Do I have your permission to instruct my assistant to give this slave water and to help him urinate? It's still an hour away from his first inspection."

"Yes indeed, I don't want him pissing in front of the client. He also has my permission to stand at rest until we return." Dave answers as he walks out the door and heads towards the other display room.

Toby now stands in the at rest position and is grateful to Dave Matheson for allowing him this concession. At least, standing at rest he is relaxed and his muscles are free from the strain that the display position places upon them. He is also grateful for the water he was given to drink and to the slave assistant who held his cock and helped him as he pissed into a bucket. For the next hour he is left to contemplate his fate.

*******

Toby feels very much alone. His sense of abandonment by his master, Andy Trevorrow, is compounded by feelings of loss and separation from his three, fellow slaves; of course, he's unaware that he won't see the black-haired slave again. Was it really only yesterday that his master had delivered him into this foul place? His sense of separation from his beloved master is unbearable. He still hopes, vainly, that Andy will come to take him home and that this is all a terrible mistake. He is sure that, by now, Andy will have realised that his love for his loyal and trusted slave is more important than money. Surely, his master will be here soon to rectify his mistake.

Suddenly, he hears the sounds of laughter and animated conversation in the passage outside the door. He is sure one of the voices he hears is that of his master. His heart leaps in anticipation. As the door opens, he drops to his knees and, as he assumes the full obeisance position, he steals a glance at the men entering the room His joy is short-lived. His heart sinks as he sees Dave Matheson and two strangers followed by the steward enter. Now his mind is enveloped by feelings of black despair and a sense of hopelessness. Finally, he knows that the longed for deliverance isn't going to happen. Saddened, his eyes fill with tears.

"Is this the buck you think I might be interested in?" A loud booming voice asks. "If so, I like what I'm seeing so far."

Toby is aware of the three men now standing behind him. He feels hands grabbing at his buttocks and squeezing hard as though testing them for firmness. He blushes as he feels a finger travelling from the base of his spine down through his crevice to his anus. The finger stops and begins to excite the sensitive tissue of his opening as other fingers stretch his buttocks apart. The finger continues to explore his hole. Then he is ordered to......

"Spread your knees, boy."

As he does so, he feels his balls resting in the cupped hand of the man inspecting him. These are jiggled up and down as though they are being weighed and he yelps with discomfort as his cinched scrotum is grabbed and pulled down and out through his parted thighs. He wriggles as each ball is assessed - first the left one is rolled between fingers and thumb before being gently squeezed; then it is the turn of the right one to undergo a similar examination. Toby is breathing heavily and he is aware that his obscenely, displayed sphincter is puckering with each breath. His shame deepens as he listens to the three men discussing him.

"Well, looking at him from this angle, I've got to say I'm impressed. His rear end is as near to perfect as an ass can be. This is the first part of a slave I look at. I always start with a preliminary inspection of the anus to make sure it's sound. If it isn't, then there's no point in continuing the examination. Of course, we'll give him a closer inspection a little later."

The man making these observations is Theodore Russell, (known as Theo to friends and business acquaintances), owner of the six thousand hectares of prime agricultural land known as Redgrove Plantation. He is the fourth generation of Russell's to own Redgrove, and aged in his mid-fifties, he has a corpulent body indicative of the good life; his florid complexion is testimony to his liking of strong liquor. He is also the one with the booming voice.

With him is Silas Hacker, his farm-manager and stud-master. In contrast to his employer, Silas is tall and beanpole thin. Aged in his early forties, he has a hang-dog demeanour with narrow eyes and thin lips. His face reflects the inherent cruelty of the man's nature. Quick to anger, all the Redgrove slaves know of this cruelty and all, without exception, have experienced its physical manifestations. He is, however, a very capable farm-manger and ensures that the Russell family continues to enjoy all the benefits of its considerable wealth. For this he is well-rewarded and, as long as the money keeps coming in, he has a free hand to manage the plantation and its slaves as he sees fit.

"What can you tell me about the slave, Dave?" Theodore asks.

"It's an interesting story, Theo. He was his owner's farm manager until yesterday and I understand a very good one too. I suspect his master is short of cash and has reluctantly decided to sell him. I only appraised him yesterday and saw his potential as a stud. So I made a call to you and several other breeders thinking you might be interested in bidding for him at Saturday's sale."

"I'm glad you did and now with your permission, I'd like to see more of him." With a nod of approval from Dave Matheson, Theodore Russell raps out the command to.....

"STAND AND DISPLAY!"

Toby's compliance with the order is instantaneous but this doesn't please Silas Hacker who speaks for the first time.

"Wait just a moment, Mr Russell. I'm sure the slave can do better than that." Leaning into Toby's face he shouts "YOU CAN, CAN'T YOU, BOY?"

Intimidated and confused, Toby stammers...

"Y- Y- Y-Yesss...... sir."

For his answer Toby is rewarded with a cuff to the ear.

"That's the wrong answer, slave. Don't you know that you address any free man who is examining you as MASTER?"

"As you can see, Dave," Theodore laughs, "Silas doesn't take any nonsense from a slave. He makes sure all my slaves are well-behaved, respectful and hardworking."

"How do you do that, Silas?" Dave asks.

"With the whip, Mr Matheson," Silas replies dispassionately, "with the whip and the cane. Nothing exercises a slave's mind more than the fear of a good whipping or a caning. Looking at this slave, I'd say he's been spoiled by his master. Personally, I can't abide a spoiled slave. It takes a lot of effort and training to re-educate him and to refocus his mind back to being a `good' slave."

"You could be right about him being spoiled, Silas." Dave replies. "I understand that besides being his master's farm manager he was also his pet slave."

Silas looks at Toby in a new light as he surreptitiously moistens his lips. This action isn't lost on Dave Matheson and he guesses, correctly, that the stud-master doesn't only whip the male slaves under his management but that he also takes his pleasure with them.

"Is this so boy?" Silas asks. "Did your Master fuck you?"

Tremulously, Toby simply replies, "Yes Master."

"Did your Master ever mate you with his female slaves?"

"No, Master. My Master doesn't own any female slaves."

"Does it make a difference," Dave asks anxiously, "that he lacks experience with females?"

"No, not at all!" Theodore rejoins the conversation. "If I buy him he won't have a say in the matter. He'll do as he's told and if he's mated with a female slave he'd better perform or he'll be punished."

"As you recall Mr Russell, we've had slaves in the past who have been a bit shy at carrying out their stud duties." Silas interjects. "But we've always helped them overcome their reluctance. It's simply a matter of standing behind them, as they couple, with either a whip or a cane and encouraging them. A couple of cuts across the bare ass and they'll soon start humping and thrusting. They quickly learn that they haven't the choice whether or not to fuck. This slave isn't any different. "

"As you can see, Dave," Theodore laughs, "Silas is very practical in these matters. He knows how to get the best out of a slave."

"STAND UP STRAIGHT AND DISPLAY PROPERLY!" Toby hastens to obey Silas' shouted instruction. He stands with his body rigidly erect so that his body is stretched to its fullest. "There you are, Mr Russell, the slave is now ready for your inspection"

Theodore Russell looks at the magnificent, glabrous body of the slave standing before him. With his wrists fastened behind him and with his hands resting against the globes of his buttocks, every muscle in Toby's body is under strain and stretched taut. Theodore's eyes roam over the slave's powerful torso taking in the strength of the shoulders and the arms. As he looks at Toby's heaving chest; he notes the outline of the strong chest muscles as they curve up into his armpits. Fascinated, he watches as the slave's well-defined, abdominal muscles undulate with his every breath - and he marvels at the size of the prodigious genitalia. He determines this is a slave any owner would be proud to possess.

Stepping forward Theo places both hands on the slave's shoulders. Toby stands passively as Theo's hands wander down both arms, pausing to squeeze the biceps, before continuing on to explore his chest and belly; he winces as his nipples are tweaked and a finger is pushed into his navel. He tries to detach his mind from the humiliation of, once more, having his balls hefted and weighed and his cock pulled and stretched. Inevitably, he is soon erect. Then he is told to turn around and the hands cup both buttocks in a squeezing action as if to gauge their firmness.

"Would you continue the inspection please, Silas?" Theo suddenly asks and turning to Dave he adds. "Silas is so much better at these things than I am. To be perfectly honest, I don't like fingering a slave all that much. I really don't like handling a slave's dick. I know it has to be done as part of an inspection and to see if the slave is virile, but I'd rather not do it myself. I only examine a slave if it's absolutely necessary for me to do so. Silas, of course, is used to checking out the slaves on the plantation and what he doesn't know about a slave's body isn't worth knowing. He has a diploma in slave husbandry and knows what to look for in a slave so much better than I do. Anyway, I'm always guided by him in these matters."

Then, lowering his voice, he confides to Dave. "Between you and me, I think Silas quite likes running his hands over a male slave's naked body and 'fiddling' with his cock."

"So Silas has a qualification in slave management, you say? That's unusual for someone of his age, isn't it?"

"I suppose you're right, Dave. But to his credit, Silas was one of the first to earn the qualification after its introduction into our state's curriculum. Now, of course, it's more commonplace. In fact, my oldest boy, Ben is studying a combined slave veterinary science and slave husbandry course at State University."

"I've always wondered - what can a university lecturer teach you about slaves on these courses? To my mind, they are too theoretical - you can't beat good old-fashioned know-how and practical hands-on experience. Does your son say much about his course?"

"Well, I know he's most enthusiastic about it. In fact, it's hard to shut him up at times. As to what he learns on his course? I believe it's all to do with the physiology and psychology of the slave. The veterinary course deals with controlling a slave's mind as well as the diagnoses and treatments of all slave illnesses and diseases and how to treat any injuries a slave might incur in his work. The husbandry course concerns itself with the physical control and handling of slaves as well as the more mundane areas such as diet, housing, work quotas and punishment. Ben tells me it's a very comprehensive course. He's a typical nineteen-years-old lad full of enthusiasm and when he is at home he puts into practice all he's learned by experimenting with our slaves. Mind you, I don't think the slaves share his enthusiasm."

"This whole idea of slave science has come a long way since the introduction of the indentured servant scheme - what is it now - sixty-three years ago? It was before my time, but I often heard my parents speak of the bad old days before the government introduced the Indentured Servants Act. There wasn't any doubt in their minds that its introduction saved civilisation."

"I do have vague, childhood recollections of those times, Dave. Your parents were right. Our grandparents' generation was the one that suffered most for the greed and irresponsibility of previous generations. They were left without sufficient reserves of energy or fuel for life to continue as it had in the past. In the years between the abolition of slavery in the 1800's and the great economic crash, those generations guzzled the energy reserves without any thought for the future. When you consider that, even when precious fuel reserves were critically low, they continued to use it to power their machines and run their transports, you can only view their actions as selfish and thoughtless. And of course, there were the terrible environmental costs for which we are still paying."

"I couldn't agree with you more, Theo. The substitution of slave energy for fossil fuels - what a quaint expression - benefits everyone. It saves the environment, adequately rewards the smart slave-owner and even the slaves benefit. They are fed, sheltered and their lives are given purpose. Their owners, for the most part, value their investment in a slave as property, and ensure that he is adequately cared for. And when you consider that the first indentured servants came from the criminal and unemployed classes, you can really appreciate how much society has benefited from the removal of these undesirables. Crime has all but been eliminated and the slums of the past have been cleared and re-developed as housing for decent, law-abiding folk. Given the many benefits derived from the Indentured Servants Act, it was inevitable that full slavery would be introduced. Even though I was a child when this happened, I remember the popular support given to the government when it amended the Indentured Servants Act to the Slavery Act."

"There's no doubt about it, Dave - replacing the Indentured Servants scheme with the Slavery Act was popular with everyone, other than the abolitionists. I remember my father used to complain about the uncertainty of using indentured servants; he always felt that system was unreliable. You didn't have any continuity of labour as the courts were obliged to punish different crimes with differing periods of indenture."

"I've heard about that, Theo. You do hear a lot of old-timers complaining about that aspect of using indentured servants and how difficult to was to control them."

"Dave, the laws governing the use of indentured servants made the scheme very unwieldy and costly. They were expensive to feed, house and clothe as required by law - and of course you were limited to working them for only ten hours a day, five days a week. And you weren't allowed to use any forms of coercion or corrective punishment. They knew this and were always banging on about their rights under the law. At least with mandatory, lifetime enslavement, we slave-owners now have a stable labour force. It's now the sole right of an owner to decide how he works and treats his slaves. Nowadays, slaves don't have rights; only obligations to their owners."

"I suppose the introduction of the Indentured Servants Act was a necessary first step before the re-introduction of full slavery. Having indentured servants working in the community did allow people to recognise the benefits of using such a labour force. And of course, once that was accepted, it was easier to sell the idea of full blown slavery to a society desperate for a cheap source of energy. Fortunately, slavery is now almost universally accepted except for a few misguided fools who see it as evil. Still, since last year's trials of the abolitionist, five things have quietened down. You hardly ever hear of any anti-slavery protest rallies anymore," Dave adds.

"I think we can thank the courts for that, Dave. The severity of the punishment handed out to those five agitators is enough to make any abolitionist think twice before staging a protest rally. Now they know that, in law, the organisers are held personally responsible for a rally that gets out of hand, few seem willing to risk their freedom. They know that the mandatory punishment for such a crime is muting and enslavement; muting to silence their sedition and lifetime enslavement as a punishment. It's a classic case of the punishment fitting the crime wouldn't you say? But tell me, Dave; didn't you have the court's contract to sell those five? Do you know what happened to them?"

"That's right, Theo. The court appointed me as its selling agent. What happened to them? Well, the two older ones - the ringleaders - were sold as heavy duty slaves. One went to the mines and the other to the quarries. The three younger ones went from being students to becoming slaves. Two of these younger ones, both handsome, prime specimens were sold to a pleasure palace - where, no doubt, they are now kept busy dispensing their pleasures to a wide clientele. And as for the fifth one; I took quite a liking to him and bought him. He's tethered outback, harnessed to my rickshaw."

"Tell me, Dave," Theo asks. "How did he take to enslavement?"

"Reluctantly, I'd have to say. At first, he was very sullen and unruly. But with encouragement he soon adapted to his new life. Now he happily trots all around town delivering me to wherever it is I want to go. I'm very happy with him. He's a reliable, honest, hard-working slave. And of course," Dave laughs, "he never talks back."

Part 2

As Dave Matheson and Theodore Russell engage in their discussion of slavery and its benefits to society, Silas Hacker unfastens Toby's wrists and stands almost face to face with the slave.

Silas places his left hand on the slave's belly and smiles as he feels the involuntary contraction of the stomach muscles in response to his touch. With his right hand, he reaches up and strokes Toby's cheek before moving a finger down the throbbing vein in his neck.

Then, he reaches behind Toby and places his right hand in the small of the back. The slave's body stiffens at this close physical contact and he knows instinctively, should he be sold to Theodore Russell, this overseer will abuse him, both physically and sexually. Toby shudders at the thought of this and his reaction causes Silas to smile. I changed your 'is' to 'be' because 'should he be sold' is in the Present Subjunctive Mood of the verb 'to be'.

Now the slave feels the fingers as they fan out and begin to explore his back. Slowly, they move up and down his spine seeking out the soundness of his vertebrae. Toby shivers as the hand gently caresses his muscular buttocks before a finger is crudely pushed into the crevice between the twin globes of his ass. Silas senses the slave's resistance to his exploratory finger; he delights in the involuntary clenching of the slave's buttocks as, vainly, they try to resist.

Undeterred, Silas gently uses his finger to excite the slave's anus and is pleased as he feels the resistance weaken. Deliberately, he pushes his finger against the slave's puckering hole and, not to be denied entry, he cruelly forces his finger through the tightly clenched sphincter - he notes that the hole has been well lubricated.

Now, he explores the inner depths of the slave's body seeking out the prostate gland. Once found, he is rewarded with a series of low moans as the slave's body begins its quivering response to his invading finger. Through his hand on Toby's belly, Silas feels the slave's laboured breathing. He moves his hand up to the slave's chest and feels the pounding heart. Removing his hand from the back, he now begins to massage the muscular pectoral muscles and uses his fingertips to excite the sharp points of the slave's nipples. Microsoft's SpellCheck indicates 'fingertips' to be one word, not two.

Suddenly, both hands move down to Toby's groin as Silas seeks out his hard erection. Silas feels the pre-cum on the tip of the cock and rubs it between his forefinger and thumb. He leans forward and rubs his fingers on Toby's lips as, at the same time, he whispers into his ear, "I look forward to fucking you, boy."

Toby stands appalled at this prospect.

Suddenly, Silas stands back and barks the order to ... "FLEX, SLAVE."

Toby instantly raises both arms and flexes his rippling biceps. Startled out of their conversation, both Dave and Theo turn to see what is happening.

"How's the examination going, Silas?" Theo asks. "Is he measuring up?"

"Indeed he is, Mr Russell. I've just finished my close quarter examination of him." Silas replies with a smirk, as he steps up to feel the hard, rounded balls of the slave's biceps. "He's a fine slave and so far I can't fault him."

Silas' hands move over Toby's arms to the solid shoulders, poking at and squeezing their rock like hardness. Once more, Toby feels the overseer's hand glide down over the solid muscles of his chest pausing to tweak his nipples before continuing down to feel the scalloped edges of his abdominal muscles. Again he suffers the indignity of having a finger poked into his navel. Ignoring the genitals, Silas' hands slide down the outside of Toby's legs to his feet and then move up the inside of the legs, pausing to test the corded muscles of his thighs, before continuing on to his groin.

Acutely, Toby feels the utter humiliation of this inspection. In the past, his special status as steward had exempted him from such inspections. However, he knows that most slaves are routinely subjected to these degradations; and he knows that slaves have to endure them without complaint or any show of resistance. For a slave, these inspections serve to re-enforce his servile state.

For Silas, conducting such an examination is as routine as inspecting an animal prior to buying or selling it. To him, Toby is no more or no less than any other domestic animal. Although, if he was truthful with himself, there's nothing he enjoys more than "fingering" an attractive male slave, and this particular slave is exceptional. Now he orders the slave to turn around so that he can examine his back.

Placing his hands on either side of the slave's narrow waist, he moves them up the widening "V" of the powerful back to the armpits. He orders the slave to raise his arms above his head so that he can see the interaction of the wide shoulders with the strong back muscles. His hands glide over the slave's back feeling the rippling effect of these muscles. Satisfied he cups a tight buttock in each hand and, squeezing hard, he once more tests them for firmness. Now the order is given to ... "BEND AND SPREAD."

As Toby bends at the waist, his ankles are kicked apart even wider. Reaching behind, he uses both hands to part the globes of his buttocks. He is now acutely aware that, once more, he is fully exposed to the scrutiny of the three men grouped behind him. Looking back between his outstretched legs he can see their legs shuffling around to get a better view of his displayed anal opening. He feels the weight of his cinched balls hanging between his legs pulling down on his rampantly hard cock. He feels hands groping at his rump and fingers moving up and down his crevice. Again his balls are 'weighed' in a cupped hand and his scrotum stretched out from his body. Reaching in between the slave's thighs, Silas pulls back on his cock, briefly holding it away from the body before allowing it to slap back to test its flexibility.

Then with a loud smack on the buttocks Toby is ordered to ... "Stand, face the front, and display."

Standing rigidly at attention with his feet apart and his hands behind his head, Toby awaits the next assault on his body. He doesn't have long to wait as Silas once again grabs his scrotum and feels for his testicles. Turning to Theo, Silas observes that ... "The slave has a good pair of knockers, but we'll need to see what they're capable of."

Next, he teases Toby's slowly deflating cock back into a full erection and begins a slow masturbation with his thumb and forefinger formed into the shape of an "O". Silas orders the slave to ... "Start pumping your hips, boy."

In response, Toby begins a slow to and fro thrusting movement through the finger and thumb encircling his cock. With further urging from Silas, Toby quickens his pace and is soon sweating from his exertions.

Dave Matheson and Theodore Russell watch Silas' manipulation of the slave's cock with mounting interest as evidenced by the "tenting" in their trousers.

"The slave is well equipped, wouldn't you say, Theo?" Dave, ever the eager salesman, ventures. "It's what you'd expect of a stud, isn't it?"

"Dave, it really doesn't matter about the size of his cock and balls. It's a misconception that a stud must have large genitals. I've seen well-endowed slaves fail in their stud duties where lesser equipped slaves have excelled. But for some reason, people expect their studs to have big pricks and large testicles. It's all about appearances really; a matter of ascetics. I personally don't place a lot importance on the size of a stud's cock. For me, what really matters is the slave's sperm count and his ability to impregnate a female. I suppose you have had him tested?"

"Indeed we have, Theo, and I have a signed copy of the vet's report here." Dave gestures to his steward to give Theo a copy of the report.

"Excellent," Theo exclaims after perusing the report. "He scores well in all areas of the report and he's ascetically large as well. I guess that's a bonus."

Then was heard, "How's it going, Silas?" I added the 'was heard' as the simplest way of making it into a complete sentence with subject and verb.

"Very well indeed, Mr Russell. The slave has strong hips and a good thrust. But now I think he's ready to give us a sample."

Toby stands mortified as he listens to this dehumanising discussion. This is a new aspect of slavery and is different to the slavery with which he is familiar. The slavery practised at the Trevorrow farm is benign in that it is confined to hard physical labour with the sole purpose of making a profit for the master. This however, is different. This is total slavery and it is unimaginably bleak.

These men see him as nothing other than an animal to breed from. Their intention is to forcibly mate him with a female slave for the sole purpose of pro-creating a new generation of slaves for his owner. Toby's sense of shame and humiliation goes to the very sole of his being; he feels total despair at what lies ahead of him.

Silas removes his fingers from around the slave's throbbing cock and picks up a glass container. Handing it to Toby he instructs him to ... "Jerk yourself off, slave, and make sure you catch every drop in this container. We don't want any wastage."

Red-faced with shame, Toby holds the container over the head of his cock with one hand, whilst he pumps with the other. The three men stand and watch as the slave masturbates.

"If you buy him, how will you use him, Theo? Apart from his studding duties, that is."

"That's a good question, Dave. If I buy him I foresee all sorts of problems as to where he'll be used. Silas will want to see him working in the fields, especially with harvesting-time nearly upon us. And personally, I think his place is as a heavy duty work slave; obviously his body is well suited to hard work. However, I feel that once my wife and daughter see him they'll want to use him as a household slave. They like to show-off to their friends by having handsome, young slaves working around the house and gardens."

"Given his good looks, you could have a problem then." I added the period, as there was none.

"I think my daughter will be the problem, when she sees him. She really likes to dress-up the house slaves in all sorts of outlandish uniforms to display their bodies to her friends. She's always designing new types of clothing for them. You never know what they'll be wearing next. One day it could be silk, harem pants that leave nothing to the imagination and the next day it's a skimpy, Tarzan style, loin cloth. And of course, if she has a party, she always chooses a theme and the slaves are decorated accordingly. However, I insist that any clothing is confined to below the waist; their torsos must always remain bare. After all, my field slaves work totally naked. But I do make allowance for female sensibilities and allow my daughter to dress the house slaves. However, for me there's nothing more pleasing to the eye than a young, naked, male slave in good shape. No doubt, it's simply a case of me compensating for my own lost youth, but I do like to look at their naked bodies as they go about their duties. Then there is Ben and my younger son, Joel. Should he become a house slave, I'm sure they'll think of any number of inventive and creative ways to use him; especially in their bedrooms."

"If you buy him, the slave could have a very interesting future."

"I don't doubt that for one moment." Theo laughs "Especially if my sons or daughter have anything to say about how he's to be used. I'm afraid I've spoiled them as children and I still indulge them as young adults. I suspect I'll let them choose how and where he's to be used. But I'll insist that he maintain his fitness and that he's available for stud duty at all times. That should be a happy compromise for all, I think."

"I can see you're a doting father," Dave laughingly answers.

Their conversation is interrupted by a series of low grunts. Turning, they watch as the slave's fist continues its furious working of his cock. Temporarily forgetting his shame, Toby is lost in the pleasure of the moment. As the pace of his hand quickens, his knees buckle and his legs sag; he is covered in sweat.

Finally, at the moment of release, he cries out "UGH! UGH!" and begins to discharge into the container. As he ejaculates, his powerful hips thrust forward and the muscles of his buttocks clench and unclench with each involuntary spurt of his seed. Finally, he is spent and now his shame and humiliation return.

Silas takes the container from the slave and placing it to his nose, inhales deeply.

"The slave has produced a sizeable quantity and it smells fresh and sweet, Mr Russell. And it's a good colour. That's always a good sign." He comments, as he pours some of the semen into the palm of his hand. He proceeds to "rub" it between his fingers and thumb testing for its viscosity before scooping some onto a finger for the taste test. "And it's sweet tasting, too. Altogether, it's a most satisfactory performance from the slave."

"Here Silas, you might want to read the vet's fertility report." Theo says as he hands the report to Silas. "They don't COME any better than this one." He adds, laughing loudly at his own joke.

Toby stands, defeated, on the platform; his mind and soul are in turmoil. As tears well up in his eyes, a solitary, silent sob racks his body. With his head lowered in submission, he watches as the dribbling remains of his ejaculation slowly works downwards to join the dark splotches already staining the floor. At last, he now knows the origins of those stains. His is but the latest to join those of all the other slaves who have stood on this spot and suffered the same humiliating assaults on their bodies.

Toby is a seething maelstrom of mixed emotions. He now feels anger towards the master he loved and served loyally for so many years. Then there is the sense of betrayal at being sold and, in this, there are the first seeds of hatred for his master.

He feels resentment towards the three men who are subjecting him to the dehumanising and degrading processes of his inspection. And he feels fear and uncertainty about his future. He knows it is forbidden for a slave to display any emotion. Therefore, with the inherent sense of his slavery, he suppresses his inner feelings and stands quietly listening as the three men dispassionately discuss him. He also feels relief that now his inspection is over and that he won't have to endure Silas' hands on his body.

In thinking this, he is very wrong.

"With your permission, Mr Matheson, could I have your steward unchain the slave's ankle? I need him to lie on his back, full length on the inspection bench so that I can continue my examination."

"Of course, Silas." Dave Matheson nods to his steward to proceed. "Do you want him strapped down?"

"No. I don't think that'll be necessary. He seems to be an obedient slave.

"That's right, boy. You are an obedient slave, aren't you?" Here, as in a few other places in the other chapters, I've added the beginning quotation mark that was missing.

"Yes master," The slave replies humbly.

"Then hop to it." Silas impatiently gives the slave an encouraging slap on the ass. "Up on the bench and be quick about it."

Lying full length on his back, Toby feels the wooden bench against his bare skin. Fortuitously, over the years it has been worn smooth by the friction, sweat, and body oils of numerous other slaves. As he looks up, he sees the three men grouped around the table, and he waits for whatever is to happen next,

"Place your arms by your side and stretch out your legs, slave," Silas instructs him.

Starting at the slave's head the stud-master runs his fingers tips down over his body. Here, I deleted the blank space after the hyphen and before the first letter of 'master'.

"Although he appears to be smooth, my fingers tell me the slave is naturally hairy. Is that correct, Mr Matheson?"

"Yes, Silas, you're right; he does have a hair covering which we removed prior to inspection. But I have to say he's not too hairy; in fact he has only a modest covering. Actually it's quite pleasing and adds to his charm." First, I changed the comma to a semi-colon, in order to separate two complete sentences without using a conjunction, and the comma did not satisfy that requirement. Second, I deleted the blank space typo between the period and closing quotation mark.

"Well, charm or not, if I buy him and he becomes a house slave, he'll be permanently stripped of all his body hair." Theo interjects. "My wife won't allow a hairy slave in our house. She's most definite on that score. She hates having slave hair on the rugs and furniture. And there's always the worry of their hair getting into the food as they serve us."

"So, do you strip the body hair from all your slaves, as a matter of routine, Theo?" Dave asks.

"No. We only treat the house slaves. It's too expensive to treat the field slaves; there are far too many of them. No, we leave the field slaves in their natural state and give them a regular clip and dip."

"Clip and dip. What's that?"

"Well, we regularly keep their heads shorn and the hair on their bodies clipped back close to their hides. Then, we force them through a special solution in a plunge bath to kill any vermin. I insist that all my slaves are kept pest free at all times. Mind you, they don't like it, and they have to be whip-driven into the bath. They howl and whine loudly that it stings the whip cuts on their backs. Silas also ensures that their stables are kept clean and hygienic and that they have fresh, straw bedding to sleep on. You'd think they'd be grateful that we take so much trouble to keep their bodies clean and free of pests wouldn't you? However, they're not; it seems there's no pleasing a slave."

"Perhaps, Theo, this ingratitude is an overt act of resentment of their lot in life? I guess that deep down most slaves are surly and resentful but hide this from their masters for fear of punishment. Perhaps they show their resentment by being ungrateful." Another typo: I inserted the period BEFORE the quotation mark, and deleted the period AFTER the quotation mark.

"You're getting into areas that are too deep for me, Dave." Theo laughs. "You're quite a philosopher, aren't you? Are you sure you haven't done a course in slave psychology? What do you think, Silas?"

"As you well know, Mr Russell, I don't allow slaves under my control to be resentful or ungrateful. I see such behaviour in a slave as an act of defiance." Silas replies sourly. "Defiance in a slave is unacceptable and must be whipped out of him. Slaves DON'T have the right to be ungrateful or to object; they must remain silent at all times and do as they are told without question or suffer the consequences."

"Well there's your answer, Dave. Thanks to Silas, my slaves wouldn't dare display either resentment or defiance. Occasionally, a newly acquired slave is foolish enough to try our patience but a session with Silas and his whip soon brings him into line with all my other stock. Silas has my complete confidence in how he controls my slaves. Isn't that so, Silas?"

"Indeed I do, Mr Russell, and thank you for that." Silas replies as he returns to his examination of the slave lying in front of him.

Moving slowly around the bench, Silas systematically examines each of the slave's limbs; checking for any past bone breakages and testing the joints for flexibility. Then, he orders Toby to place his arms back over his head as he checks out the armpits and ribcage. Once he is satisfied, he orders the slave to roll over onto his belly.

Now the stud-master's hands move swiftly over the broad back seeking out the different muscle groups for closer scrutiny. With an expertise born of much experience, Silas uses his fingers to 'knead' the strong shoulder muscles before running his knuckles down the spine to the buttocks. In other chapters and here, I have changed your accent grave (`) to a single quotation mark (') in order to be consistent. It doesn't LOOK good to have two different types of punctuation marks around emphasized words or phrases; it would be like having one curlie SMART quote and one STRAIGHT quote on either end of the word and phrase. Also, the (`) is an accent mark (for some foreign words) and is not a punctuation mark (as so many authors are now using. The ~/` key is considered a DEAD key by Microsoft because neither symbol can be used on American keyboard layouts, i.e. señor, and frère. Now then, IF American layouts included the accent acute, i.e., étudier, then, perhaps, the TWO accent marks could be used instead of the single quotation mark (also called an apostrophe). Check this out: L'élève (the student or pupil). Also check out:

http://www.tedmontgomery.com/tutorial/ALTchrc-a.html

for other symbols and accent marks that are acceptable to HTML and several other extensions.

Once more, these too are 'kneaded' and gauged for thickness and strength - each globular cheek is resoundingly slapped to test for hardness and density. With one hand, Silas pries the ass-cheeks apart allowing him access to the exposed xxx anus. Blushing with shame, Toby wonders why this is necessary; after all Silas has previously visited there a number of times during his examinations of his body. However, Toby has no other option than to lie still and submit passively to Silas' ministrations. He feels a finger poised at the entrance to his body before it is roughly thrust into him to begin a vigorous probing. His discomfort is evident and he begins to wriggle. He is told to ... "LIE STILL, DAMN YOU!"

The slave yelps with the pain and unexpectedness of series of short, sharp slaps to his rump.

Now the slave's legs are rudely parted and he feels a hand grab at his scrotum and begin a minute examination of each ball. Carefully, they are rolled between Silas' fingers and thumb and gently squeezed. Then the hands move down his legs, testing the strength of his thigh muscles, before continuing down to his feet. Silas declares his satisfaction and, at last, Toby's ordeal is over.

"Well Silas, what's the verdict?" Theo asks.

"Mr Russell, he's a fine slave; sound in wind and limb. No past injuries and his hide is immaculate. There aren't any lacerations to his back. And he's well suited for your stud requirements. He has fine features and a strong body. I foresee him siring many fine slaves. I really can't understand why his master is selling him. Slaves like this don't come on the market all that often. However, I do have one or two slight reservations about him. As I said earlier, he appears to have been spoiled by his master. That in itself isn't a problem. I can very quickly re-educate him back into a proper slave mind-set. It's what Mr Matheson said earlier about him being his master's pet. If this is so, then my guess is that he hasn't done a hard day's work in his life. Again that's not much of a problem. We could put him into a heavy duty work coffle in the fields for six months or so where he would quickly learn to be a real slave. And of course it would harden him up. I would think the last thing we need at Redgrove is a slave who thinks he is special."

"I wouldn't be too concerned about him thinking of himself as special, if I know you Silas." Theo laughs. "I'm sure your handling of him will convince him he's no different to any other of my slaves. I agree six months in a work coffle would do wonders for him. My concern is the womenfolk wanting him as a house slave. Should they decide that's where they want him they'll be hard to budge. But I promise you that you can use him in the fields over the harvesting season. Then we'll see what happens."

"Very well, Mr Russell. You're the boss; but I would strongly urge you to use him as a field slave".

"Apart from that, you don't have any other complaints about him? Would you recommend that I buy him, Silas?

"Indeed, Mr Russell, I would. I don't think you could buy better than this slave."

"Dave, you said you have a couple of other breeders inspecting him?" Theo asks.

That's right, Theo. There's another one later this afternoon and then a third one tomorrow morning."

"Well I won't ask you who my rivals are, Dave? Client confidentiality and all that?" Theo asks hopefully.

"They're both well known to you, Theo and, as in your case, they have asked that I don't disclose their identities."

"Well I guess I'll recognise them as we bid against each other at the auction."

"I take it that you'll be at the sale then, Theo?"

"You can count on it, Dave. Both Silas and I will be there putting in our bid for the slave. We'll most likely bring my two boys along. No doubt Ben will want to inspect the slave prior to sale. It will be a good opportunity for him to have a hands-on assessment of a slave up for sale."

"The slave will be mounted on the viewing platform and available for public scrutiny at 9.00AM sharp. The sale will commence at 12.30 PM; that should give Ben plenty of time to examine him and any others that take his fancy."

"Thank you, Dave. There is another matter I'd like to discuss with you if you have time."

"I don't have another appointment until after lunch, so fire away. What's on your mind, Theo?"

"I want to get rid of some of my surplus slaves and would appreciate your advice on how to go about it, Dave."

"So what are we talking about, Theo. Obviously not the prime stock you sell at your yearly clearance auction. What are they- culls?

"No, not at all. In fact, they're all prime stock; strong, healthy, young males in their eighteenth and nineteenth year but they are surplus to our needs. They are part of our yearly crop that hadn't `peaked' in time to sell at this year's clearance sale. Now they're ready and we don't want to hold onto them until next year's sale. Once the harvest is finished we'll be hard pressed to keep them busy. Isn't that so, Silas?"

"Yes that's right, Mr Russell. I can keep them gainfully employed during the harvest but after that we'll have too many slaves on the property. As you say, there won't be enough work for them and that can lead to problems with discipline. To properly control slaves, you have to work them to maximum capacity. We can't have them lazing around and just eating their heads off, can we?"

"From your description, they sound interesting. Can I ask how many there are? How would you describe them and how would grade them?"

"I'll let Silas answer that" Theo replies. "After all they fall within his area of management."

"There are twenty-three of them and they are all strong, strapping, young slaves. All would make perfect heavy duty slaves as they have been worked hardened in the fields. Their bodies have been finely honed; they are nicely coloured and have been made sun-hardy. They're whip trained, but as they are bred slaves they are very tame anyway."

"Would any of them be suitable for selling as pleasure slaves, Silas?"

"To be honest, I hadn't thought of them as pleasure slaves. Mainly, I see a slave in terms of his work capacity and the output from his labour. But, to answer your question, it's possible that they do fall into that category. Without exception, they're all handsome and have attractive, muscular bodies. Looking at them from the pleasure angle they also have firm, well-rounded asses and they are all `well-hung'; some of them prodigiously so. But I think I'd rather rely on the opinion of some -one who is better able to judge these matters -a person like you, Mr Matheson."

"Well I'm more than happy to visit Redgrove and look them over if that's what you want, Theo? Apart from their appearances we would need to check them out for tightness. I would think that they have had some usage - if only with each other."

"Dave, if that's a polite way of asking whether they are virgins," Theo laughs "then I'd have to say no they're not. Don't forget they are healthy, young males and I guess they do what all healthy, young males do -fuck each other. At Redgrove, we don't prohibit our male slaves from enjoying sex with one another. Isn't that right, Silas?"

"Indeed we don't, Mr Russell, indeed we don't. In fact I encourage it. It keeps them sweet-tempered. For obvious reasons they aren't allowed to have sex with the female slaves; in fact both sexes are rigidly segregated -they have to be on a stud farm. Denying male slaves the opportunity to have sex is fraught with danger. Without it, they become frustrated and moody and they are harder for the overseers to control. I know from their sounds as I stroll past the stables at night that they really appreciate this concession from their owner. And in the morning they come out of their stables with smiles on their faces -as I said it keeps them sweet-tempered and easier to handle."

"Theo, I'd like to visit Redgrove and inspect them for myself; if that's alright with you?"

"Dave you're welcome to come to Redgrove at any time that's convenient for you. Just give us a bit of notice and Silas will have them ready for your appraisal. Can I ask- what do you have in mind?"

"Well Theo, there's a few options open to you. Firstly, if you choose to sell them as workers then you could simply sell them on the open market here in the city. However, I advise against that. Placing them in the same sale as the run-of-the-mill stock we usually have would lessen their value. But if they are really of pleasure grade then, as I see it, you have another couple of options. We could sell them as specials in a supplementary sale ran in conjunction with one of our scheduled bi-weekly sales. Or you could simply have a special sale out at Redgrove. Once I've looked at them, and if I decide they make the grade aspleasure slaves', then we would have an extensive advertising programme promoting their sale to as wide a clientele as possible. They're the three options open to you. It's really a matter of which you prefer."

"I'm inclined to go with a special sale at Redgrove, Dave. But I guess I still have time to think about it as they won't be sold until after harvest anyway. Are you available to arrange the sale and run the auction?"

"I'll be glad to Theo. Firstly, let me look at them and then we can discuss the finer details such as advertising, promoting the sale and such. But could I ask -and I don't want to interfere in Silas' running of the place - could I ask that you go easy with the whip on them? A lot of buyers aren't impressed when they see a slave with a whipped-marked back presented for sale; especially if he's offered as a pleasure slave."

"I think we can do that, can't we Silas?"

"If that's what you want, Mr Russell. But can I ask Mr Matheson whether or not I can use a cane? I do need to have some control over them."

"I'd recommend using the cane only as a last resort, Silas and then only lightly. If we're going to promote them as pleasure slaves we need to make sure their bodies aren't marked at all. As I said the buyers aren't too keen on buying damaged property."

"Don't worry, Dave." Theo replies diplomatically in the absence of a reply from Silas. "We'll make sure the slaves aren't marked or damaged in any way."

"I guess the sale of these slaves is a bonus for you, Theo. No doubt they're a cash crop for you."

"You're right, Dave. These yearly sales are one of our main sources of income; we've come a long way since my father introduced his breeding program. Initially, his intention was to breed just enough slaves as replacements for Redgrove's needs. In those days, most people viewed slaves as expendable and worked them for a few years -until they were `worn out'- then simply bought replacements. However, my father always saw slaves as `renewable' in that you could breed your own replacements. The problem was that his scheme was too successful. The slaves themselves were enthusiastic participants and before he knew it the numbers had built up over the years to such a level that he had slaves surplus to his needs. The only option was to sell these slaves. I recall my father saying his intention at the first sale was just to get rid of his unwanted stock. But he was so surprised at the interest shown by the buyers and the prices he got for this surplus stock that he decided to expand his breeding program. The rest, as they say, is history."

"Theo, before you leave let me look at my schedule and we can work out a convenient date for me to visit Redgrove and look at these slaves. Once we determine what grade they are, then we can discuss how best to sell them. What do you say?"

"That sounds good to me, Dave."

"If you and Silas have time, I'd like you to join me in my office for a few drinks. I've had my secretary prepare a light luncheon."

"Thank you, Dave. Silas and I would be pleased to join you."

Then, remembering the slave lying silently on the bench before them, Silas orders him to return to his position on the viewing platform. Toby hastily complies with the command and is soon in the display position with his ankle shackled and his hands fastened behind his back.

Dave Matheson, not unkindly, gives Toby permission to stand at rest and is rewarded with a humble...

"Thank you, master."

Dave is pleased with the outcome of Toby's inspection. His experience as a dealer tells him that Toby has made a favourable impression on Theo Russell and no doubt, this has influenced Theo's decision to appoint him as the selling agent for the surplus Redgrove slaves. For Dave it has been a most satisfactory morning; firstly his meeting with the Middleton sisters and now this one with Theo Russell. And he is confident that the inspection of the young black haired slave will be as successful.

As the three men leave the room, Dave magnanimously instructs his steward to reward Toby with an extra ration of a slave biscuit and water.

As silence returns to the room, Toby is left to recover and to think back over the morning's happenings. In the light of this, he views his next appointment with a prospective buyer with a mixture of dread and fear.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/27/11