Changed Circumstances
By:
Jean-Christophe
(© 2011 by the author)
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Prelude
A
Reversal of Fortune
Lucien and the Norwegian
Slave
Lucien carefully guides his pony, Norge, out of the quiet, side street into the
busy thoroughfare leading to the central business district and its adjacent
lawcourts.
In the intensity of the early afternoon sun, the pony is already sweating
profusely. Lucien however, is protected from the sun's oppressive heat by the
canopy that he'd wisely raised before leaving home. Glancing at his watch he
notes the time is 12.30 PM this gives him plenty of time before he is due at
Judge Matthews' chambers at 2.00 PM. He decides it is better to let the pony
proceed at a leisurely jog rather than tire him out in the steamy heat. The
Scandinavian pony is a recent addition to his stables, and as yet he isn't
properly acclimatised to the local summer heat.
Lucien isn't sure why he purchased this slave; it really was a
spur-of-the-moment decision on his part to do so. He'd noticed the young slave
some twelve months earlier when visiting the establishment of one of the city's
premier slave-dealers, Schuster and Hanson, prior to lunching with friends.
Lucien, a self-acclaimed connoisseur of prime, male slave flesh, is a regular
visitor to the city's slave-yards and is always eager to see what merchandise is
on offer to the discerning buyer.
He'd noticed the naked slave standing forlornly at the back of a pen and was
immediately struck with his sheer, physical beauty. Standing at just under six
feet and weighing somewhere in the region of one hundred and sixty pounds, the
slave stood out from all the other slaves in his pen. Lucien still doesn't know
what attracted him to the slave; perhaps it was his magnificent body highlighted
with its coating of slave oil and his golden blond hair. Impulsively, he asked
to inspect the slave at close quarters.
As the slave was removed from the pen, he struggled and fought the two overseers
who dragged him out and placed him on a viewing platform. Lucien watched with
interest as other overseers raced to assist in subduing him. Lucien surmised,
correctly, that this was a new, unbroken slave who hadn't as yet accepted his
new station in life. Expertly, the overseers soon had him chained in place and
on his knees with both hands fastened to the back of his neck collar. Then, as
one overseer held the slave's head to the floor, the second overseer applied his
whip to the unruly slave's upper back and shoulders; carefully avoiding the
fresh brand on the left flank. Three times the whip crackled ominously through
the air and three times it landed with a resounding "thwack" on the exposed
back. The slave roared in anguish and pain as the lash cut into his tender
flesh. During his whipping he knelt defeated, sobbing in frustration and rage.
As the last lash cut across his shoulders, he was ordered to, "Stand and
display". Now, fearful of the whip, the slave scrambled to his feet. With tears
streaming down his face, he stood ready for Lucien's inspection.
Lucien never likes to hurry the inspection of a slave; these inspections are,
after all, meant to be enjoyed very much as one does with a glass of fine,
French wine to be sipped slowly and savoured. Moving slowly around the sobbing
slave, he paused to look at him from every angle. Delicately, he traced his
index finger along the angry, red welts decorating the slave's back. The slave
yelped and flinched at Lucien's touch. This earned him the admonishment to,
"shut up and stand still unless you want to feel the whip again". The overseer
apologised to Lucien.
"I'm sorry, sir. I apologise for the slave's unruly behaviour. Rest assured, if
he gives you any trouble, he'll be strung up and given a proper taste of the
whip."
"There's no need to apologise, overseer," Lucien graciously replied. "I assume
from his behaviour that he is new to slavery?"
"Yes, indeed, sir. He was only delivered here yesterday afternoon, fresh from
the courts."
"That's interesting. What was his crime? Do you know?"
"His enslavement papers say he is an illegal immigrant from
"Looking at him, he doesn't appear to be a "user". He looks too healthy. Most
probably he's an amateur dealer, I should think."
"You could be right, sir. But it doesn't matter whether or not he was a user or
a supplier; does it? He's now paying the price for his stupidity, and he'll
continue to do so for the rest of his life. Still he'll make a fine slave for
some lucky owner. Are you interested in him, sir?"
"I could well be. But I do need to examine him more closely."
"Certainly, sir. Take all the time you need, and we'll be here to make sure he
behaves to your satisfaction."
Lucien noted the angry, blistering brand on the left side of the slave's ass.
The fiery red of the brand contrasted with the milky white smoothness of the
slave's buttocks. Lucien supposed the brand to be very painful and he thought
that it would remain so until the brand healed. Lucien's experience with his own
slaves told him that a protective crust would soon form over the brand allowing
it to gradually heal. Eventually, this crust will disappear to expose the crisp,
sharp outline of the letter "S" for slave.
This brand is a mandatory requirement for all slaves and it must be on prominent
display at all times and not hidden from public scrutiny. Since the natural
state for a work slave is total nudity, the left flank is the designated site
for the brand. However, if an owner chooses to 'clothe' his slaves, then an
identical brand must to be placed on a permanently exposed part of the slave's
body. Lucien's own slaves are always kept naked and also wear his household
brand his family's coat-of-arms on their right pectorals just above the
nipple. Should Lucien decide to buy this slave, then he, too, will wear this
additional brand.
Lucien reflected on the inner turmoil that the slave, no doubt, was
experiencing. Hauled into court the previous day, found guilty, and sentenced to
lifelong servitude, the new slave would have been in a state of shock at his
"reversal of fortune". He would have been totally unprepared for what followed.
It is a requirement of the law that all newly enslaved prisoners are stripped
naked, collared and branded before they leave the courts' precincts. To this
end, there is a forge adjacent to the courts where all the new slaves are taken
immediately after sentencing. Here a blacksmith and his two slave-assistants
quickly collar the new slaves, brand them, and fit them with their shackles
before delivering them into the custody of a court-appointed dealer for eventual
sale at auction.
Lucien reflected that perhaps, mercifully, the shocked slave would have been in
such a state of disbelief and denial that he didn't fully comprehend what was
happening to him when taken to the forge.
Lucien stood in front of the slave and gazed into his tear stained face.
Sullenly, the slave stared back and the ensuring battle of wills was one Lucien
was determined to win. Eventually, the slave capitulated and lowered his eyes to
the floor. Lucien was pleased with the slave's action, and he now knew that he
would be easy to "break". By lowering his eyes, the slave had taken the first
step into his servitude and, in future, it would become easier for him to submit
to the will of his new master. Lucien wondered if the slave comprehended this.
Most probably, he didn't.
Lucien was captivated by the sheer physical presence of the slave standing
before him. With his arms fastened behind his neck, both biceps were bunched up
into rounded balls of hard muscle. This also had the effect of pulling back on
the broad shoulders and thrusting out the slave's massive chest. Lucien's gaze
roamed slowly down over the slave's sculpted, naked torso pausing from time to
time to appraise and appreciate some aspect or feature of his muscularity. The
slave's upper body and legs were tanned to a glorious, rich brown. Lucien
wondered what it was about the Nordic races that allowed their bodies to tan so
beautifully and his soft hair was bleached to a light, honey-blond colour. His
handsome face was dominated by intensely blue eyes, an aquiline nose and full
red lips which, when parted, showed off the pearly whiteness of his teeth.
His chest was highlighted by two, large, dark areolae surrounding two, very
erect and pert nipples. A prominent but deep navel lay at the centre of his
ribbed abdominal muscles. For some reason, Lucien is always fascinated by a
slave's belly button and had the urge to explore it further. But, not just yet!
That could wait, and there was more of the slave to savour.
The slave's chest had an agreeable covering of hair neither too thick nor too
sparse that matched the colouring of the hair on his head. A line of slightly
darker hair trailed down the centre of the slave's belly connecting the chest
thatch to the thick, blond bush of pubic hair. The density of this bush partly
concealed the long, thick cock lying "at rest" atop two large, prominent balls
hanging between the slave's thighs. Lucien knew that within the next few days,
the slave will lose all his body hair as he is made ready for public display.
This was a cause of some regret to Lucien; he really liked the slave's natural
appearance and resolved, should he buy the slave, to allow him to re-grow his
body hair, albeit, trimmed back to suit Lucien's refined tastes.
Next, Lucien viewed the slave from the rear. He noted the long V-shaped back
tapering from the wide shoulders down to the narrow waist. The slave, aware of
Lucien's scrutiny of his body, was breathing heavily, and this brought into play
the powerful muscles of his shoulders and back. Lucien's gaze moved slowly down
the back and paused, lovingly, on the well-rounded globes of the slave's
buttocks. Their nervous twitching focused Lucien's attention on the crevice
dividing them; he licked his lips in anticipation of what was hidden in its
depth. Whether from embarrassment or restlessness, the slave began to fidget,
highlighting the corded muscles of his thighs. Lucien stood enthralled for
several more moments; all his attention was focused on the movement of the
slave's muscles under their coating of display oil.
To Lucien's fastidious mind, the only jarring note in the slave's perfection was
the whiteness of his ass. Obviously, the slave had worn shorts in his previous
free life. Still, that situation wasn't irredeemable. Should he buy the slave,
he would, of course, be sent to the plantation for six months. Here he would be
placed in a work gang for conditioning and colouring before he begins his
training as a pony. Lucien envisaged the slave at the end of this training his
body hardened and honed to perfection and darkened to an all-over deep, rich
brown.
Reluctantly, he decided against physically examining the slave. Lucien knew that
this firm took pride in the appearance and presentation of its stock. Because
the yards were open to the public, each morning the slaves are removed from
their pens, washed down, and oiled, ready for public scrutiny. Obviously, the
slave had been prepared for the public, but Lucien doubted that the slave had
been, as yet, fully 'cleaned out'; this is only done when the slaves are put on
display prior to being auctioned. As much as he wanted to 'explore' the slave's
hole and his cock grew hard at the thought he decided against doing so. He
didn't want to soil his clothing with oil from the slave's body; nor did he want
to smell of slave at the luncheon appointment with friends.
Once more, standing in front of the slave, Lucien allowed his gaze to wander
down over the magnificent body before coming to rest at the genitals. Lucien
noted the slave still had his foreskin. This was unfortunate for the slave.
Should Lucien buy him, he will be 'skinned' in keeping with Lucien's preference
that the cocks of all his slaves are fully displayed. After all, the retention
of the foreskin is what defines a free man from a slave. As he watched, Lucien
was rewarded with the incipient erection of the slave's cock, and Lucien
watched, entranced, as the foreskin retracted. Shyly, the eye of the glans began
to peep out from the protection of the prepuce.
Lucien was charmed by the sight of this and thought it to be one of the slave's
many engaging features. Perhaps, just perhaps, he might relent and let the slave
keep his foreskin, at least in the short term.
He knew that, whatever the cost, he must possess this slave, and he decided to
enquire into when the slave would be placed on public display and the actual
date of his auction.
********
Twelve months on,
Lucien's pride of ownership in his new pony is very evident. Today, as he drives
to keep his appointment with Judge Matthews, he is aware of the many admiring
glances directed at his magnificent pony and trap.
The naked pony, resplendent in royal blue harness with silver trim, is stepping
out smartly and is proudly erect. Yes, Lucien is delighted with his new pony who
he named in honour of the slave's birthplace Norge.
To be continued...
Posted: 06/13/11