Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 10:07:40 +0000 (GMT)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slaveboys of Muravia CH1

Slaveboys of Muravia
Chapter 1

...Washington 08/3/2003

Gary Lomax carried the heavy file to his appointment with the section
head. He placed the file down and spoke to the man on the othis side of the
desk.

'Sir I have noticed that the reports of young men going missing are rising'
he said. 'And we have been getting nowhise with the investigations'.

'Yes' replied his boss. 'But we don't actually think thise is anything
sinister about it. We don't have a system of identity cards in this country
and thise is no requirement to register with local authorities so how do we
know?  These are all young men in social class C2, D and E, unattached and
mobile'.

'But surely Sir..... ' Gary protested. 'Just over a hundred men from all
over the US disappearing in the last two years'.

The section head looked at the file. He took a deep breath and thought for
a moment. In fact the decision had already been made.

'I don't think we can really be too concerned about this'. He
replied. 'Nothing harmful can possibly have happened to a hundred men. It's
not as if these are isolated murders of gay men like we had a while
back. Then thise was a real cause for concern. And any way, whise are the
bodies? No we think that these young men have just decided to throw off the
constraints of society and experiment for a while living
differently. They'll surface in time I am sure'.

FBI agent Gary Lomax returned to his office and looked at the heading on
the first page.


...MISSING PERSONS, MALE, 2003, JULY.

He looked at the list of new entries.


Robert Allinson  21 years from Houston
Eugene Watson  19 years from New York
Steven Smythe   19 years from Dallas
David  Thompson 20 years from New York
Shaun  Roberts   21 years from Washington
Edward Reilly  18 years from Los Angeles
James Alford   19 years from LA


...He flicked over the pages. The list went on and on, over ten entries per
page. All of these boys had disappeared without trace in the last few
years. Local police had conducted extensive investigations but to no avail.

Files had been sent to the FBI in Washington but despite all the efforts of
investigators and many hours of work no trace could be found of any of
these boys.

Disappearances seem to occur in batches at certain time of the year, each
time centred around different areas of the country. But in every case no
clues were left as to the whiseabouts of the subjects.

Reluctantly he closed the file, stamped the front cover 'NO FURTHIS ACTION'
and replaced it in the back of the cupboard.


...Eighteen months Previously

Earth 01/23/2002

The holding tank, Red Desert Wyoming

...Together with fifteen other boys David Andrews has been kidnapped. For
the present he hangs in a stupor from the effect of the drugs administered
at the moment of his capture. His physical examination has been exact in
every detail to determine his suitability for his captor's purpose; the
black band around the base of his cock and the code scribbled on his chest
signifying pleasure slave. Next day, when the cargo is complete he is
striped and placed in chains in one of sixteen cages in the hold of the
transporter for the journey to Gehon

...Four days later.

Planet Gehon Earth date 01/27/2002

City of Madrango, Capital of the state of Muravia

...David Andrews found himself strung up, naked, exhibited in the pens of a
common slave auction. He was still drowsy from the effect of the drugs but
sufficiently conscious of his surroundings and his predicament. As his
vision cleared he felt the sudden sting of leather as the whips lashed him
across his chest.

'Listen carefully slave' said the man standing in front of him.

'You will do exactly as I say, do you understand slave'?  The man was tall,
thick set with a cruel smile and a scar on the left side of his face, his
skin as black as ebony and in his hand he carried a vicious looking whip.

Still barely conscious David tried hard to understand as the whip struck
him again on the chest.

'I asked you a question slave, you will answer me'.

'Yes I understand' David replied, hesitantly.

Again the whip struck him.

'Yes Master will be your response' said the man raising the whip again.

'Yes Master' David blurted out quickly, not wanting to feel the whip again.

'Mmm better, you had better learn quickly' said the man.

'Now listen. You are now a slave of Muravia. Tomorrow you will be exhibited
in the market and sold. Before then I will teach you what is required when
you mount the sales platform. You will obey instantly every instruction of
the auctioneer. Understand slave?'

'Yes Mmm...aster' David replied.

'Good' the man continued. 'In a moment I will release you. You will drop
immediately to your knees, spread them wide and bow your head, then we will
begin'.

The man lowered the chain which securing his manacled hands to the ceiling
and David quickly knelt as instructed.

'Cross you arms tightly behind you back and push you chest out'. David
complied.

The man then roughly kicked his knees wider.

'On the sales block slave, the buyers will want to see clearly what they
are buying so your knees will always be widely spread, understand'?  'Yes
Master' David.

...The man then instructed David in the routine to be adopted for his
sale. He told him how to stand, legs widely spread, hands locked together
on the top of his head, hips thrust forward, He instructed him to bow, how
to turn around, how to bend forward, place his hands on his buttocks and
spread them wide. When David hesitated the man lashes him again with the
whip.

'Remember slave, I want instant obedience, Understand'?  'Yes Master' David
quickly replied if only to avoid the whip.

The man continued, teaching David how to crawl with his nose to the floor,
how to kneel in this position with his knees widely spread. He put the whip
down, picked up a short cane and tapped David's cock and balls now hanging
exposed between his widespread thighs.

'Nice equipment slave, remember you will be required to display everything
for the buyers, any hesitation and you will be whipped'.

Yes Master' said David without being asked.

The man clapped his hands. A door opened and a boy entered on his hands and
knees. David watched as the boy crawled to the man with his nose to the
floor. The boy stopped short, knelt up and bowed his forehead to the floor
then he crawled forward and kissed the man's boots before kneeling at his
feet with his nose to the floor. The man instructed the boy to kneel up and
face David.

'This is my personal pleasure slave' he said. 'It will demonstrate the
positions you will be required to adopt at the auction'.

...David could hardly believe his eyes. The boy whose age he guessed was
about the same as his was white skinned as he was. Through his nose and
nipples were inserted large rings and between his nipple rings a chain hung
loose.

Around the base of his cock and balls was a heavy metal ring and attached
to this a wire cage which completely enclosed his penis. At the end of this
cage was another ring which David could see had been inserted right through
the head of the boy's penis from one side to the other.

David's shock at the spectacle was evident.I see you are surprised slave'
said the man. 'No matter. This slave is also form your planet, captured
just a few months ago and you may be sure that your new owner will soon
have you looking much like him'.

...The man then called out a series of numbers and with each number the boy
adopted a new position. David quickly lost count of the positions and was
surprised at the speed at which the boy complied. It soon became perfectly
clear that the positions the boy adopted were designed to show off his body
to advantage and in particular his sexual organs, his ass, his tongue and
his mouth.

'See how the slave presents itself for my pleasure. You will be instructed
in these positions on the sale platform but you will not be required to
learn the numbers by then. However you soon will learn them, Understand'?
'Yes Master' replied David.

'Now we will practice them one at a time'

As David adopted each position the man corrected him, tapping various parts
of his body with his cane. Soon his muscles were aching as he forced them
to comply with the man's wishes. The muscles of his groin complained the
most as he struggled to spread his thighs at the 90 degree angle the man
required. As he repeated the positions David felt the cane more and more
and very soon his buttocks, and thighs were flaming red from its
attention. And the lessons continued until the man was satisfied with his
efforts. Finally he ordered David to kneel with his nose to the floor and
then to crawl forward to kiss his boots.

'Remember slave' he said. 'When the auctioneer commands you obey instantly
or you will feel the cane on the block.

'Yes Master' replied David choking back a tear.


...Planet Gehon Earth date 08/21/2002

The Manurian Sea

...Aron was just nineteen years old. A native of Mareah he was deckhand on
board a coastal trading ship plying between his country and a friendly
neighbour.  His ship was one in a convoy of four and It was his first
voyage and a life at sea was what he had always dreamt of. The voyage was
going well until, one night a few days after leaving his home port, his
ship had become separated from the others in a storm. The next morning none
of the convoy could be seen and the ships master sent him aloft to scan the
horizon. There was nothing to be seen and after several hours Aron was
about to climb down when he spotted a sail dead ahead. As the sail came
closer the master soon realized that the vessel was not one of his
fleet. Rather he quickly realised that it was a vessel he had never seen
before. The Manurian sea he knew was very large and concluded that it was a
vessel from some other country.

So he was quite glad to see the sail, hoping perhaps to discover exactly
where he was. However his hope soon changed to fear. As the other vessel
drew alongside he could see in the rigging men with crossbows aimed at his
vessel and he knew at once that this was a Muravian raiding ship.  Without
warning grappling irons landed on the deck and within seconds twenty or so
heavily armed black skinned men were aboard. His ship was captured and his
crew of six hurdled into a group around the main mast. Then the captain of
the raider came aboard.

'You have two choices' he shouted, 'death or slavery'.

Two of the crew and the ship's master dashed to the side and jumped
overboard. Aron watched in horror as the swimmers were quickly dispatched
by arrows in their backs.

'So be it, you will now strip naked, kneel and place your heads to the
deck' said the captain.

Aron looked at the others then removed his clothes and knelt as
ordered. Within seconds the remaining crew joined him on the deck. Then
felt a heavy collar fastened around his neck and his hands being manacled
behind his back.

'Kneel up' ordered the captain.

'You are now slaves of Muravia. you will be taken to Madrango where you
will be sold and your new lives will begin'.

...The men ushered their captives aboard their own vessel and chained them
on their knees around the mast. Then they set fire to Aron's ship and cast
it off. The last he saw of it was when it sank, engulfed in flames some
miles behind them as the raider set a course for home.

As the crew of the Muravian ship went about their business two of them
fastened manacles about the new slaves'

ankles. these were linked by a short chain, the centre of which was linked
to their neck collars by a longer chain to which were secured their wrists
behind their backs. Finally the neck collars were all linked together and
the slaves led below.

...Aron and the other three crew were quickly ushered into a caged section
of the hold below the deck and the iron grill closed behind them. As he got
used to the gloom he could see that there were six other slaves in the
hold, all chained as he was and all white skinned. However he soon
discovered that they were not from Mareah but that their ship had been
captured in the same was as his own. The slaves described their capture. To
Aron and the others it was a familiar story. The slaves then went on to
describe their treatment at the hands of their captors and what he heard
filled Aron with foreboding.

...They had been captured ten days ago and since then had been given a
daily insight into what their future lives held for them. Each morning they
were brought up on deck, unchained and given a bowl of food to eat. Then,
one by one they were made to stand, legs spread wide and then bend to touch
our toes. The captain then gave us ten strokes with his cane hard on our
buttocks and thighs after which we had to crawl and kiss his boots. This
was our introduction to slavery. He told us that, as Muravian slaves every
day would begin and end this way. Following this we were instructed that we
must suck the cocks of the Muravian crew and submit to anal rape at any
time they demand. The boy who had done most of the talking related how, on
the first day they had been shaved from head to toes and then instruction
had started as to how they were to conduct ourselves at their sale.

Their conversation was suddenly cut short when a crew member unlocked the
cage and ordered them on deck.

Then with the captain watching each was ordered to adopt the position for
his caning. Aron could hardly believe how meekly the six slaves submitted
to this treatment but submit they did and then crawled on the deck to the
captain's boots. Then it was Aron's turn. He stepped forward, spread his
lags wide and touched his toes. Aron prepared himself for what he knew must
come but he was not prepared for the agonising searing flash of pain that
zipped across his buttocks. He cried out and collapsed to the deck.

'SILENCE SLAVE, GET BACK INTO POSITION' screamed the captain. 'YOU WILL
REMAIN SILENT AND NOT MOVE OR YOUR CANING WILL BE DOUBLED'.

...Aron quickly assumed the position. As his caning continued it felt as if
the blows were getting harder each time as the cane worked its way over his
buttocks and down the backs of his thighs. the man laid the last blow
exactly where the first had landed drawing another anguished cry from him.

'Two more strokes' ordered the captain.

This time Aron remained silent despite pain he had never knew existed.

Tears were flooding from his eyes as he dropped to the deck and crawled to
the captain's boots.

'You will soon learn slave how to obey your masters' he said with a sneer.

The caning of the rest of Aron's crewmates proceeded without incident after
which they were strung up and shaved of all their hair, head, chest,
armpit, crotch and ass. Then each crew member singled out a slave to serve
his cock. It was the captain who had Aron kneel between his thighs. Opening
his trousers he took out his already rampant cock.

Aron knew what was required, He opened wide, took the enormous black organ
into his mouth and began to lick and suck. The captain was not one for
waiting. Soon he was moaning as the warm mouth embraced his organ.

Grabbing Aron by his head he thrust his whole length into him and quickly
shot his load down the boy's throat.

Aron gagged.

The captain held the boy tight whilst his spasms subsided and then
withdrew.

'Lick it clean slave' he said.

...Aron's introduction to slavery had been swift and brutal and he,
together with his companions, spent the next few hours practicing the
positions that would be required for their display on the sales block. They
all felt their captors whips when they were too slow to respond of failed
to get the positions right. And from time to time one or two were selected
and taken off to provide sexual service to the crew.

The journey to Madrango lasted several days and each day their training
continued. Each slave was taken in turn before the captain to demonstrate
what he had learnt and frequent extra canings followed until their
performance was flawless. On the last day the slaves were chained together
in a line and taught how to march in step. Now their hands were manacled to
the backs of their collars and they were made to march up and down the
deck, high stepping with legs held perfectly straight. To the new slaves it
was a most awkward way of walking but they soon mastered it encouraged by
the whips of their captors.

At last the ship docked and the new slaves, chained together by the neck,
were taken ashore. With a crew member on each side they marched through the
streets, exactly in step, legs held perfectly straight,. No-one took any
notice of ten white slave boys in chains marching, high stepping, through
the crowded market place. Why should they; it was an everyday occurrence.
The big gates of the slave market opened as they arrived and then clanged
shut as they passed. Inside was a tall black man with a scar on the left
side of his face and in his hand he held a vicious looking whip.


to be continued