Date: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 18:19:28 -0700
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "Changed Circumstances"  Chapter 60    (Gay Male/Authoritarian)

Changed Circumstances
Chapter 60
"Duplicity and Betrayal"

This is a story of erotic fiction meant to be read by adults over the age
of eighteen years

Written by Jean-Christophe August, 2014
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Chapter 60

Guy:

At last!  There's been a dramatic development with my "grave matter"
concerning Rafe and the solution is now just hours away. This time
tomorrow, I will be well rid of both him and his companion, Norge.

Two days ago, after a long period of inactivity and silence - a period
during which my impatience grew daily - I received word from Lionel
Schuster that the matter would be resolved within forty-eight hours.  His
message didn't refer specifically to the two slaves; instead he'd
cryptically said.

"You should have your shipment ready for export within the next forty-eight
hours".

Enclosed was an account to cover shipping costs and other incidental
expenses and there was also a sizeable amount payable to him personally for
"services rendered".

At first, I'd been annoyed by the excessive amount he asked for. It seemed
an exorbitant amount for "services rendered" and I knew that he was taking
advantage of me. Of course, I hated the idea that the sly slave-dealer was
using my problem with Rafe to extract more money than was necessary from me
and, at first, I was angry. It wasn't that I couldn't afford to pay - far
from it - but for me it was really a matter of principle. But then, I saw
the irony in my reaction. What I proposed doing to Rafe and Norge is far
from being noble or highly principled.  At best it is questionable and at
worst it would be considered illegal.

And I tempered my anger by admitting to myself that I am using Lionel
Schuster no less than he is using me.  In many ways, we are cut from the
same cloth and after all, I'd made the initial approach to him for help in
getting rid of Rafe. Who could blame him for extracting extra profit from
what is in reality a business deal. And since assuming control of the
Barrois enterprises I'd learned to turn every opportunity into a profit to
fill my coffers.

Also, this is an illicit deal which carries some risks to the participants
and so I suppose there is a premium to pay for that.

The slave-dealer suggested that I use my attorney, Simon Barrow as our
go-between and Simon was more than happy to do so. Not wishing to sully my
hands with the money for "services rendered", I gave Simon "carte blanche"
and authorized him to make all the payments on my behalf.

And of course, I immediately sent word to Claymore Jackson that I wanted
Rafe and Norge returned to the city the next day.

Had I known these events would unfold so soon after my grandmother's
funeral, I wouldn't have agreed to Rafe and Norge being taken out to La
Foret. Letting them go went against my better judgement - I preferred to
have them close by under my scrutiny - but Simon's opinion that they would
be out of the public's sight was valid and in the absence of any word from
Lionel Schuster, I'd been persuaded to let Claymore Jackson take them back
with him. It was important that things appeared as normal as possible and
not raise the suspicions of the "save Rafe" malcontents.

As it turns out Rafe and Norge will have had only three days working on the
waterwheel but in their absence I have been able to trial their
replacements, the slaves Micah and Nathaniel. I have to say I am most
pleased with their performance and I see them as admirably suitable
replacement ponies for Rafe and Norge.

Younger by about two to three years, the twin brothers are nevertheless as
impressive as Rafe and Norge. Of a similar height and build to them, they
are what could be described as "head-turners".  Already, I have received
numerous compliments about them from passers-by in the streets and from
other acquaintances. And I've received one or two serious offers to buy
them which I naturally turned down.

And the comments are well justified. Both Micah and Nathaniel have
impressive physiques with clearly defined musculatures. Their overall
appearances are enhanced by their more than generous genitals which they
proudly "display" whilst in harness. This is due to the intensive pony
training they received from Claymore Jackson at La Forˆt. And of course
their stint on the waterwheel had built on that and also given them the
endurance needed for pulling my carriage. I recall Rafe's time on the
waterwheel and how it had turned him from a sloppy slave into an ideal pony
slave.

From my observations of the water-wheel, it does prepare a slave well for
his pony duties. I guess relentlessly plodding in a never ending circle
under an overseer's whip does prepare a slave for the mindless, repetitive
work of carriage pulling.

Over these past few days, I have found the twin brothers are a delight to
drive and I will in no way regret parting with Rafe and Norge. The sooner
they disappear from my life the better it will be for my peace of mind.

And now this is to happen even sooner than I had expected.

This evening, Simon reported back to me that Lionel Schuster has organized
for them to be collected tomorrow night from his premises where they will
be spirited out of the country and sold to an unknown new owner and
consigned to an uncertain fate.

Simon's news lifts my spirits and calls for a celebration. I send one of
the house slaves down to my wine cellar to fetch an expensive Pauillac wine
which Simon and I savour as we discuss the mechanics of making Rafe
"disappear".

Rafe and Norge had arrived back from La Forˆt just a few hours ago and
are securely chained in their stable stall. Of course, I took great pains
to separate them from Nathaniel and Micah who are secured in the slave
quarters and consequently neither Rafe nor Norge suspect anything is
amiss. It is better they know nothing of my plans for them.

However, the issue is how to deliver them to Lionel Schuster's premises
without arousing their suspicions and having them protest.

After much discussion, Simon slyly suggests that I resort to subterfuge and
tomorrow morning to pretend I am taking the twins to the slave-dealer to
sell them. Rafe and Norge would be in harness with the twins running behind
them and that he would accompany me. Casually, we would talk about selling
the twins as the reason for our visit to Lionel Schuster's - no doubt
they'll be distressed by the news - but our lie should allay any suspicions
that either Rafe or Norge might harbour.

Simon reasons once we arrive at the slave-yard, it will be a simple matter
to place both Rafe and Norge in chains and put them in a holding cell until
they are collected by the international slave-dealer later that same
evening. Then, I need only place Micah and Nathaniel between the shafts for
the return drive home forever free of the troublesome Rafe.

Simon promises me he'll be present with Lionel Schuster to protect my
interests when the international slave-trader collects Rafe and Norge and
he will ensure that both slaves are spirited away and taken out of my life
forever.

Simon's plan is so simple that it cannot fail. For the first time in a very
long time I feel a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders and my
gratitude to Simon for his support in ridding me of Rafe is boundless. I
will ensure that he is handsomely rewarded for his friendship and efforts
on my behalf.

Simon and I enjoyed a few more glasses of wine before he takes his
leave. As we embrace, he promises he'll return early next morning to help
me put our plan into action. After Simon's departure, I retire to bed and
sleep soundly until my body slave brings me my usual early morning coffee
and the newspapers.

As I read the news of the day, the sun shines through my windows bathing
the room in a golden glow that suggests all is well with my world. Within
hours, Rafe will be out of my life forever. Both he and Norge will be
chained in a holding pen at Lionel Schuster's slave emporium waiting for
nightfall when they will be spirited away to some unknown destination. Once
there he won't be a threat to either me or my son, Etienne.

Suddenly, my world is looking much, much brighter!


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Rafe: The following morning.

Why am I feeling apprehensive? And my fears are also shared by
Norge. Obviously something is afoot that we know nothing about.

We'd woken early this morning and, as was our usual practise, I hungrily
serviced Norge's cock with my mouth until he masterfully positioned my ass
and fucked me. As he thrust deep within me, I was at peace with the
world. My old life is but a passing memory and I now live with the stark
reality of my life as a slave.  I seldom think of my time as a free man and
the life of wealth and privilege I'd once lived.  Norge has encouraged me
to not dwell in the past and to live just for the moment. As he has told me
on so many occasions, I can't return to the past and the future isn't mine
to influence. As slaves we are at the whim and mercy of our Master, Guy
Maratier and what becomes of us is for him to decide.

Sagely, Norge has taught me to take each day as it comes and to live every
precious moment of it as though it is our last. Always at the back of our
minds is the unspoken fear that at some stage we'll be separated if our
Master decides to sell us. But we never speak about that horrible
possibility.

Nevertheless, recent events have made me apprehensive. Acting on his
suggestion, Claymore Jackson had driven Norge and me straight from
Charlotte Maratier's funeral out to La Forˆt and we'd been replaced by
the twin brothers, Micah and Nathaniel. The reason given for this
unexpected turn of events was that we needed a spell on the waterwheel to
maintain our level of fitness and endurance for our pony duties.

Then, inexplicably, after only three days, we'd been brought back to the
city. That was yesterday and last evening Norge and I talked about this. I
could tell from the tone of Norge's voice that he was worried but, most
likely out of his concern for me, he made light of our sudden recall. He
told me - not very convincingly - that I shouldn't read anything sinister
into this. And as though to take my mind away from my troubling thoughts,
Norge made love to me.  And in the peaceful afterglow of our lovemaking, I
slept soundly still locked in Norge's strong embrace.

Soon after we'd greeted the new day, our grooms fed and watered us and then
they led us to the ablutions area to groom us for the day. Already waiting
there were Micah and Nathaniel who'd spent the night in the slave quarters
attached to the house. Nothing untoward happened; all four of us were given
time to attend to our bodily functions before being hosed down and body
shaved. Then the grooms dried us and coated our bodies with display oil. I
have come to enjoy this part of our morning preparations. The feel of a
groom's oily hands sensuously slithering over my body always arouses me.
And part of that enjoyment is looking at Norge's beautiful cock as it too
stands out tall and proud.

After we'd been groomed, Norge and I were harnessed and placed between the
shafts of our Master's cart and then tethered in a shady corner of the
courtyard to await his pleasure. And I was surprised when the grooms
chained the twin brothers to the rear of the conveyance. Obviously, they
are to accompany our Master for some as yet unknown reason.

Plainly they too are puzzled by this; for the previous three days they'd
been used to pull Guy Maratier's cart and they no doubt wonder why they've
been replaced by Norge and me. Micah and Nathaniel speak softly to one
another and although I don't hear their conversation, they are plainly
concerned. I suppose, they could be excused for wondering if they are being
returned to their former duties at their late Mistress's home.

Fortunately they aren't left to wonder for too long. We are joined by our
Master, Guy Maratier and his lawyer, Simon Barrow. Simon ignores me and
focuses his attention on the twins. The confidence of the man - or is it
his conceit - knows no boundaries. Without asking for Guy's permission, he
examines them and speaks glowingly of them.

"Guy, these two make an excellent pair of ponies. I'm sure they will sell
well!"

Selfishly, I feel great relief at hearing his statement; it appears the
twins are to be sold. The twins take him at his word and begin to plead
with Guy Maratier not to sell them. He of course ignores their pleas as he
and Simon climb into the cart.

As a groom untethers us, Guy invites Simon to take the reins and drive
us. Taking the reins from the groom, Simon slaps them against our shoulders
and orders us to.

"Walk on!"

And we barely make it out onto the street before he applies the whip to our
asses to speed us along.  A few more strokes of the whip and Simon has us
running at full speed.

Already the morning is warm and soon both Norge and I are sweating
profusely. And the same is true of Micah and Nathaniel who are forced to
run at the same pace as Norge and me.

As we run, I think about the twins and their impending sale and my
sympathies are with them. I have been a slave long enough to know all
slaves dread the prospect of being sold. There is great fear and
uncertainty in knowing that you are to be "sold on" to an unknown, new
owner. The break with all that is familiar to the slave can be very
traumatic. And no doubt, the brothers also fret that they could be sold
separately and permanently parted from one another. And I can understand
their concern; the thought of being separated from Norge is too awful for
me to even contemplate.

And yet, despite my sympathies for their predicament, I'm relieved to know
they are the ones chosen by Guy to be sold.

Simon wastes little time in driving us to our destination. As we turn into
the street which is now dominated by the tasteless fa‡ade of Schuster's
new slave emporium, I feel the sudden drag as Micah and Nathaniel pull back
in a vain attempt to delay our arrival. Simon, also sensing their
resistance, savagely applies his whip to our asses and quickly follows it
up with another. Norge and I lunge forward into our harness and we now have
to contend with the dead-weight of the two reluctant ponies added to that
of the cart.

Simon drives through the gateway dominated by a white sign with bold, black
lettering which reads.

"Quality Slaves Bought and Sold. Obligation Free Evaluations Our Specialty"

The words chill me! All too clearly, I remember my own evaluation just days
after my enslavement. I recall the presence of three of my former
school-friends, Miles Fortescue, Jack Stanford and Daniel Carew who'd
witnessed my humiliation at the hands of the vile slave-trader, Lionel
Schuster. Fleetingly, I wonder about my former friends and I wonder how
they now live their lives as free men. Are they prospering? Do they still
live in the city or have they moved on? I haven't seen them since that day
so long ago and no doubt they no longer give me second thought. I have of
course seen another of my former friends, Francois Fournier when I'd been
driven to his quarry for to collect loads of gravel for La Forˆt. He'd
not acknowledged my presence - understandable given that I was a slave -
and I doubt if he'd recognized me among the miserable team of draft slaves
harnessed to the dray.

As we pass under the sign, I wonder how many other wretched slaves have
passed through this gateway to be evaluated and placed on the
auction-block. Once more, my heart goes out to the twin brothers. I, more
than any other, know of the ordeal that awaits them as Lionel Schuster
inspects them and places a price upon their young bodies.

As Simon Barrow pulls us to a halt, an elderly, whip-scarred slave hurries
forward to take the reins from him and tether us to a stout, iron ring
solidly imbedded into the stone wall. Another younger slave greets our
Master and Simon Barrow and escorts them to Lionel Schuster's
office. Before he does so, the slave instructs the elderly groom to give us
water and to assist us to urinate. All four of us appreciate both the water
and the chance to piss.

As we wait, the twins begin to weep. Their fear of being sold is palpable
and who can blame them. I know how I would feel if it was Norge and I who
were to be sold. I have no words of comfort to offer them. Indeed, there
are none.

The time drags slowly as we wait for our Master's return. Briefly, the
brothers manage to regain some composure; perhaps they have accepted the
inevitability of their fate. But when we see Guy Maratier, Simon Barrow and
the odious Lionel Schuster approaching from the main building, their
weeping begins again.

Trailing behind the three men are two burly slaves carrying two sets of
heavy leg irons, wrist shackles and gags. Lionel Schuster is the first to
speak.

"Gag them! And then shackle them!"

His command is brief and as the two slaves approach the cart, both Micah
and Nathaniel begin to plead.

"Master.... please don't sell us. Please don't part us. Master keep us
together and we'll serve you faithfully. PLeaseee..... Master!"

Their pleas are ignored as the two slaves walk past them and approach Norge
and me. Taken by surprise, one slave roughly removes the bit from my mouth
and replaces it with a gag making me speechless. At the same time Norge is
treated in a like manner. It took just seconds to render both of us mute.

Then, the awful truth hits home! It's not the brothers who are being
sold. It's Norge and me.

I am frozen in horror at the realization that Norge and I have been cruelly
deceived by our Master. I stand shaking with fear and anger as the heavy
irons are fitted to my wrists and ankles and through my trembling, I watch
as Norge is likewise shackled. Norge and I are powerless and at the mercy
of Lionel Schuster's slaves.

Now it is Guy Maratier's turn to speak.

"Mr Schuster, could I ask that your slaves unharness the two ponies and
replace them with the other pair?"

"It would be my pleasure, Mr Maratier." Lionel replies and instructs his
slaves. "You heard Mr Maratier.  Do it!  And be quick about it or you'll
feel the whip on your lazy backs."

Both slaves hasten to obey the slaver's command and as they remove us from
between the shafts, I see that their backs are still bloodied from an
earlier whipping received just this morning. I wonder what offence they
committed that warranted such harsh punishment. Then I remember that Lionel
Schuster has a short temper and doesn't need an excuse to punish his
slaves. But isn't this true of all slave- owners?

Still dazed by the rapidly unfolding events, I submit as my harness is
removed and fitted to Nathaniel. At the same time, Lionel Schuster's other
slave removes Norge's harness and fits it to Micah. Then both brothers take
our place between the shafts.

I see the brothers' relief as they exchange smiles. They too were deceived
by Simon Barrow's lie and it's plainly obvious that all four of us were
cruelly tricked into thinking it was Micah and Nathaniel who were to be
sold.

In a way, I can understand their relief. Until a few moments ago, they must
have felt the despair I now feel. My fear is of an unknown future which
awaits us. And uppermost among those fears is the one that I will be
separated from Norge.

The brothers are obviously happy with the turn of events and, no doubt,
they will strive to prove their future worth to Guy Maratier by being
docile, loyal, obedient and hardworking slaves.

But what about Norge and me? What are our futures and what fates await us?

However, we aren't left to wonder for too long. Simon Barrow opens a
conversation with Lionel Schuster which tells us what is in store for us.

"What time will these two be collected, Lionel? I promised Guy, I'd be here
to see them leave."

"Simon, you're most welcome to be present as they are collected. I've
arranged for them to be picked up at 11.00 PM tonight. All should be quiet
and the streets deserted so they'll be very little chance of anyone seeing
them taken away."

"So in a little over...... ," Guy looks at his watch; the one that had once
belonged to me and which he removed from me in the courtroom so long ago,
"...  thirteen hours from now, Rafe will be out of my life for good?"

"Indeed he will, Mr Maratier! Indeed he will and you need have no fears
that he will ever return to cause you further grief. More importantly,
he'll be out of sight and out of mind of those who are agitating to set him
free. Their futile efforts will have been in vain."

"I am deeply indebted to you, Mr Schuster. And I have asked Simon to show
my gratitude to you in a more tangible way. I'm sure you won't be
disappointed."

"Thank you, Mr Maratier. I am happy to have been of assistance to you."

"Tell me, Mr Schuster. Do you have any idea of Rafe's final destination?"

"None whatsoever, Mr Maratier. I decided it's in your best interests if you
aren't aware of where Rafe and the other slave end up. All I can say is
that the dealer who is taking them off your hands trades mainly in the
developing countries. He supplies able-bodied slaves to the coffee, cocoa
and sugarcane growers in those areas. Rafe will probably end his days
working on a plantation as a field-slave. Does that concern you at all, Mr
Maratier?"

"No not at all Mr Schuster. What becomes of him after tonight is of no
interest to me. I just want to be well-rid of him and his stable mate."

"And so you shall be, Mr Maratier. This time tomorrow Rafe will be out of
the country bound for an unknown destination. But now, I think it's time to
place the two slaves in an isolated holding-pen I have prepared for them so
that they can rest up for tonight's journey."

"And we must be on our way too. We have a lot still to do. Once again Mr
Schuster, I can't thank you enough for your help in resolving this vexing
problem for me."

Norge and I have listened to the conversation with mounting horror at the
fate that now awaits us. I look at Norge and for the first time I see a
look of utter despair and hopelessness reflected in his eyes and they are
mirrored in my own eyes. His air of optimism that has sustained me through
the dark days of my slavery has disappeared and my heart breaks to see such
apprehension on his handsome, boyish face.

In a way, I can understand Guy Maratier's desire to be rid of me. After
all, my presence must be a constant reminder to him of his hated Barrois
family connection and so in that sense I am "guilty".  Norge, on the other
hand, is innocent and his only crime was in befriending me. My own misery
is compounded by the fact that indirectly I have dragged Norge down with
me. I begin to weep not so much for myself but for Norge who deserves
better - much better!

Guy turns and leaves without a word to me. As I watch him drive Micah and
Nathaniel out of the courtyard, I realize this will be the last time we'll
see each other. He has banished me from his life and condemned me to rot in
some unknown hellhole.

My descent into total, abject slavery is complete!