Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 23:38:46 +0100
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slaveboys of Muravia CH10

Slave boys of Muravia CH 10

Aron spent a long and painful night chained in the stall. Unable to change
his position, by morning his body was aching all over. As daylight arrived
he was dozing when one of the slave boys he had seen punished in the
workshop previously entered the stall and unclipped his nose ring.

Standing outside was Marindar, a short whippy cane in his hand.

He ordered the slave boy to remove the chain from Aron's butt plug and cuff
and unchain his ankles from the floor. Then he ordered him to lead Aron
into a corner of the yard where the slaves relieved themselves.

'Be quick about it slave' barked Marindar.

Aron quickly squatted over the pipe in the ground and emptied his bladder
and bowels. Once he had finished the young boy led him to a concreted area
where he was fastened to a post by the chain attached to his collar. The
boys now sprayed Aron with cold water from a hose whilst another soaped his
body from head to toes. Now thoroughly clean, the boy gave Aron a final
hosing down.  It took only a few minutes for his skin to dry, after which
Marindar ordered the two boy slaves to apply skin oil to his body. They
applied a liberal coating of lotion poured onto his body and vigorously
massaged it into his skin with special attention being paid to his
shoulders, back and buttocks. Marindar smiled indulgently as the young
slaves worked the lotion into the Aron's supple white skin.

At that moment the gate to the yard opened and a large group of slaves was
ushered in. They were filthy, dirty and dripping with sweat. The two men in
charge spoke at some length to Marindar, money changed hands after which
they supervised the securing of the slaves to the cart which had been
loaded the previous day.

All the slaves were wearing leather harnesses secured tightly around their
bodies. The harnesses started with neck collars then straps around the
shoulders and chest, down around their waist and through the crotch and
each thigh having its own wide leather cuff locked in place. They were full
body harnesses. Additionally the slaves had bit gags strapped tightly into
their mouths and all had their arms bound behind them at both the elbows
and the wrists. The harness had three chains connected, one to the shoulder
strap just below the collar, the other two hanging from each side of their
waist bands. The two men worked quickly securing all three chains of each
slave to the cross bars of the cart. Aron could see that the top chain took
the weight of the poles whilst the others would take the strain when
pulling. The chains were short and would not allow the slaves the option of
sitting or kneeling down to rest once the central bar was raised. The
securing of these slaves held Aron's attention whilst the two young boys
completed the oiling of his own body. He knew that the dray was very heavy,
and he guessed needed all twenty four slaves to pull it.


Now it was Aron's turn. The two slave boys brought Vazier's personal buggy
from its shelter and placed it beside him. Marindar ordered him to spread
his legs and for the two slaves to attach him to the cart.


First they locked a wide belt tightly around his waist. At the rear in the
centre was a shackle. One of the boys raised the shafts at the front of the
cart and fastened them to the waist belt. Immediately Aron felt the weight
of the cart. Next his arms were bent behind his back and his wrists chained
to the back of his collar. Aron had expected to be fastened to the cart
with a butt plug and cock cuff which had been used for his display in the
street the day before but this was something different.

Marindar ordered him to kneel. He trembled slightly as the boys fitted the
head harness and gag which filled his mouth, forcing his jaws apart.

Next came the blinkers to both sides of his head restricting his vision to
the immediate front and then the reins clipped to each side of his cock
cage. Finally Marindar attached three red and gold tassels, one to the top
of his head, the others to each of his nipple rings.

Marindar ordered Aron to stand. He circled him checking that everything was
properly secured and in place.


'When Master Vazier appears slave you will turn to face him and bow low. Is
that clear'?

Aron nodded and Marindar turned and left the yard. Aron looked at the
dray. He felt sorry for the slaves chained to the poles at the front. These
draft slaves wore no chastity cages. Around their waists was a simple chain
with another attached in the centre at the back. The other end of this was
fastened to the pierced tips of the slaves' cocks pulling them back tightly
between their legs.

He guessed these slaves were used to the work. They were tall and their
bodies rippled with bulging muscles. Even so it would be a hard task
pulling the cart in the hot morning sun.


Moments later the two men who had brought the team of draft slaves appeared
and climbed into the seat at the front. One took hold of the reins, which
were attached to the leading four whilst the other took up a long whip. He
savagely applied the whip to the backs and flanks of the slaves singling
them out one by one.  Shackled by the chains to the shafts, the slaves were
unable to avoid the cruel onslaught. At the same time the other man yanked
on the left hand reins.  The dray began to move. Aron watched as the
powerful muscles in their shoulders and backs flexed and strained under the
sheen of their sweat, their strong thighs and legs powering the heavy load
across the yard, With each fresh cut of the whip they strained forward in
their harnesses in a vain attempt to escape the lash. The dray slowly
turned, exited the gates and disappeared from sight.


Suddenly he noticed Master Vazier approaching across the yard, Quickly he
perfected his posture and bowed his head to his knees. Vazier ordered him
to stand and then inspected every inch of his body for any stray hair or
patch of skin not oiled. The inspection was completed quickly. He knew
Marindar would have ensured that his personal pony would be properly
presented. Reaching behind his back he checked the tightness of the belt
and then, returning to Aron's front, he checked the fastening of the reins.


'I assume Marindar has told you what will happen if I am not completely
satisfied with you today slave' he said.


Aron bowed again to signal his acquiescence.


'Good' said Vazier. 'We are going to two of my very best clients and I want
you performing perfectly. A sloppy slave is not a good advert in my
profession. I want those knees lifted high at every step slave. This is not
dressage so you will bend your knees. I want speed this morning,
understand'?

Again, Aron bowed low to his Master confirming his obedience as he must.


Vazier mounted the cart, took up the reins in one hand and the carriage
whip in the other. He jerked back sharply on the left had rein pulling
violently on Aron's cock.


'Walk' he said.


Aron stepped forward turning the cart to face the street. Then at the
gates, another sharp pull had him turning to face along the street.

Once on the move, Vazier gave the order to 'trot' and savagely applied the
whip twice to Aron's buttocks. Quickly he picked up the pace, lifting his
knees high at every step. Vazier was running late. He wanted to complete
all the business formalities with his customers well before the arrival of
the heavy dray. Again Aron felt his Master's whip, this time across his
shoulders as he urged him on.


'Faster slave, faster' he shouted and for good measure lashed the whip
again across his buttocks.


Aron picked up his pace. Now he was sweating profusely. His heavy boots
pounded the ground as he lifted his knees to his waist and his chest heaved
as he fought for his breath. Vazier leant back in the seat relishing the
view of his pony slave's violently oscillating buttocks. Twenty minutes
later Vazier slowed Aron to a walk and guided him through a gate to a spot
alongside a heavy wooden post. Immediately, a slave raced forward to take
the reins and tethered Aron to the post. Then hastening back, the slave
fell to his hands and knees alongside the cart and offered his back as a
step.  Vazier stepped down from the cart and walked round to the front to
inspect his slave who had brought him from the city. He was pleased to see
that, despite his heavy breathing, he held his posture well, chest out,
belly sucked in tight, legs spread properly wide, head bowed. He lashed him
once across his thighs.


'Make sure the posture is maintained slave, you have not been given
permission to relax.'

Vazier then turned and walked swiftly towards the building just inside the
gates to the farm. Aron could feel the sweat running down his back and his
buttocks still smarted from the frequent application of Vazier's whip as he
had urged him on. He was grateful that the cart had been fastened to the
belt around his waist and not with the butt plug and cuff. He did not think
he could have run that fast or for so long attached only by his genitals.


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After his servitude to the overseer and the boy, David was led back to the
shelter and chained to his team. The men had forced him to pleasure them
for nearly two hours leaving barely another two before he would be on the
pump again. As the team ascended the steps to the platform for the next
shift he stumbled, jerking the chain which secured him to the next slave in
the live. The slave turned and spat at him, cursing him under his
breath. Only half awake he placed his foot into the hole as the drum began
to move. Now there was one more shift in the dark and then three to be
endured in the heat of the day. Night shifts were more bearable as the air
was cooler but now David did not look forward so much to the night. It was
only a few hours before he would have to serve the overseer and his mate
and he knew that more punishment would follow if he did not please them
totally.


As expected, at the end of the last day shift, the overseer in charge of
the pump released David from his neck chain and led him straight to the
hut. Inside the boy was waiting, a coiled whip in his hands. David
immediately dropped to his knees and kissed the boy's boots. Glasses of
wine were already set out on the table. The boy ordered David to stand near
the wall, to bend forward and place his hands behind his back. Roughly the
two men pushed him to the wall, took hold of his wrists and chained them to
a ring above. Then, taking an ankle each, they forced his legs wide apart
and chained them to rings in the floor. David could feel his ass cheeks
being pulled apart and a greased finger entered his hole. The finger made
sure that the entrance to his ass was well lubricated before withdrawing.


The two men retreated, took up their glasses and slumped back into the
seats to admire the view of the slave chained before them and the inviting
hole nestling in its ass crack just waiting for their rampant cocks. They
were in no hurry to indulge themselves. They could fuck the slave as many
times as they wished and then afterwards order him to suck their cocks.
The overseer and the young boy smiled to each other; it was going to be a
long night. David knew the two men were going to fuck his ass. The only
time he had had to submit to this was when his master Rico had taken him on
that first evening. Then it had hurt and the pain had lasted for days. Now
there were two of them and they would take it in turns. He guessed that
they would not be concerned in any way with how he felt of how much it
hurt.


Emptying his glass the overseer tossed a coin. He smiled at the boy when he
found he had won and removed his trousers. He took a small amount of oil
from a jar on the table next to him stood behind David. He wanted the
slave's ass well oiled to ease the passage of his cock and inserted the
finger to lubricate the sphincter muscle which might otherwise hinder
it. He placed his hands on David's buttocks and spread them wide, at the
same time resting the tip of his rock hard cock on its target. Then,
without a word, he thrust the full length into David's ass.  David cried
out as his ass opened up to the man's invading cock. Seconds later he felt
it withdraw only to be thrust in again with increased force.


'You will soon learn to enjoy it slave' said the man. 'But your cry has
earned you another ten strokes of the cane. Your ass is for us to enjoy and
our enjoyment requires no sound from you. You seem slow to learn slave. You
only make a sound when spoken to, understand'?

'Yes master' David quickly replied.


The man plunged his long hard cock repeatedly into David's ass, his balls
slapping audibly against his victim's flesh. David could not believe the
pain as his asshole was invaded thrust after thrust.  This was even more
brutal then the first time when his master and taken full possession of him
when they first arrived at his home on the day of the sale. He had never
dreamt of being so humiliated or taken with such force. Yet the overseer
continued, his pace never lessening. Then he began to moan and the moans
quickly grew louder until, with a series of animal like grunts, he shot
load after load of his sperm into David's ass.


'You must learn how to add to your master's pleasure when he uses you
slave' the overseer said as his breathing slowed. ' In future you will work
your ass as you do your mouth unless of course you are ordered to be
still. I want to feel those muscles gripping my cock'.


He withdrew his cock, returned to his seat and picked up his glass. A
second later David felt another pair of hands spreading his buttocks as the
boy positioned his cock to take possession of the slave chained before
him. Not wishing further punishment David, relaxed his sphincter and pushed
back as far as his restraints would allow.


'Excellent slave' said the boy. 'I see you learn quickly'.


As David pushed back the boy's cock entered him. Surprisingly he felt less
pain at this second invasion. The boy had been waiting whilst the overseer
had his pleasure. His cock was rock hard and he was intent on satiating his
lust as quickly as possible.


'I want you to work your ass now slave, you will make me cum and the sooner
you do the less will be your punishment' he said.


David began to work his ass, backwards and forwards as much as the chain
securing his arms would allow. The pain he had experienced when the
overseer had thrust his cock into him earlier was subsiding; he could feel
the boy's cock sliding in and out with hardly any discomfort. And he began
to feel new sensations, sensations of pleasure mixed with pain. His cock
stirred within the confines of its cage but the spikes quickly extinguish
any possibility of becoming hard. It returned to its flaccid state as David
continued to use the muscles of his sphincter to squeeze and then release
the boy's cock. The boy's hips began to tremble and David redoubled his
efforts. He felt ashamed at the thoughts which now filled his mind. He
could feel the contractions of the cock in his ass. He had never felt like
this in his life and he wanted the fucking to continue. He was chained up,
his ass open to the two men who were taking their pleasure but he felt he
wanted to please them. In that moment David realised what he had
become. The thought repulsed him but he actually wanted to please the boy
who was now moaning loudly, his cock thrusting violently like a battering
ram. David felt the boy's hips trembling as he quickened his pace. At each
of the boy's thrusts his back hit the wall. Then he felt the boy's sperm
squirting deep within his passage and a roar from the boy as he suddenly
climaxed. David didn't want it to stop and continued to work his ass as the
boy pumped load after load into him. He felt the boy's breathing slow and
long black cock within him begin to shrink.


'Be still slave' the boy said. 'Let me give you some advice. A slave boy
must learn that his master wants to see a total desire in his slave to
please him. You will in future do everything you can to enhance your
master's pleasure. You are not a passive object for fucking, you are a
slave who must think only of the pleasure your master derives from owning
and using you. You must demonstrate your desire to please him every second
of every day in everything you do, understand slave'?

'Yes master' replied David.


The boy withdrew his cock, released David's ankles from the rings in the
floor and the chain securing his wrists to the wall.


'When I click my fingers you will get down on the floor and demonstrate
your desire to serve us, understand slave'?

The boy returned to his seat beside the overseer, waited for a minute or so
and then clicked his fingers. David knelt and crawled to the two men. He
immediately took the overseer's cock in his mouth and licked and sucked it
clean. On the floor beneath the man's cock was a pool of cum. This he
quickly licked up and then turned to the boy to clean his cock. He withdrew
a short distance, knelt up and bowed to both men. Then he knelt with his
nose to the floor.


'Excellent' said the overseer. 'You are learning slave; you will soon learn
how to be a good fuck for your master I think. Now there is just the
question of that noise you made previously. Stand up, bend and touch you
toes'.


David jumped to obey. He knew the cane would really hurt but he also knew
that any hesitation would bring more punishment. The boy picked up the
cane, swung it through the air several times before landing it hard on
David's buttocks. David gritted his teeth as the searing pain exploded in
his brain but he made not a sound. He could hear the sound as the cane cut
through the air as the boy tormented him. Each time he braced himself for
the agony to come. Sometimes it did and sometimes it didn't; he never knew
when the cane would strike but when it did he clenched his teeth, keeping
his mouth tight shut. He quickly lost count of the strikes the boy had made
and hardly noticed when the caning stopped. But when he heard the click of
the boy's fingers he immediately dropped to the floor, crawled forward and
kissed his boots.


'Tomorrow slave I want to see a vast improvement' said the overseer . 'You
should understand that when you master uses you in any way at all then it
is your duty to enhance his pleasure. You may well find that your
punishments will decrease. Now you will serve two more glasses of wine and
then suck my cock'.


David knelt up, bowed and refilled the glasses. He served the wine, first
standing, legs spread wide, bowing low, then kneeling and presenting the
glass, arms outstretched, his head bowed between them. Having served them
both he crawled between the overseer's thighs and lifted the man's flaccid
cock with his tongue. It was more than an hour before the boy led him back
to his group and chained him to the last slave in the line.


For David the days passed with remorseless monotony punctured only when he
felt the whip land across his back or his buttocks. As darkness fell, he
was unchained and led to the hut for his nightly servitude to the overseer
and the boy. Every night he was caned, some excuse being made for their
dissatisfaction with his efforts. They took it in turns to cane him before
leading him back to the shelter where his team was resting. The boy learnt
quickly how to heighten David's fear of the cane but the two always made
sure that his skin was not broken, an occurrence that might be questioned
when his master returned. It was with considerable relief when, one morning
as his team were employed on the pump, that David saw his master
arrive. The overseer greeted him and offered him a seat conveniently
provided by a slave kneeling behind him. A second seat was provided for the
overseer and the two men settled down to watch the team working at the
pump.


Rico was very happy with what he saw. His slave's calves and thighs were
now much stronger, the muscles more pronounced and he was particularly
please with the appearance of the buttocks which were now much firmer. Rico
could clearly see the muscles working hard as his slave stepped smartly up
onto the drum: step after step after step.

The overseer informed him that there was still another half an hour or so
before the teams changed so if he cared to watch he would send for
refreshments.


'I don't want to interrupt operations' said Rico. 'That will be fine'.


The overseer clicked his fingers at the slaves kneeling behind them.


'Wine for me and my guest'.


The two slaves hurried away and in just a few seconds were kneeling heads
bowed in front of the men, glasses filled with wine held high. Rico took
the glass and then focussed his attention on the buttocks of his slave
working hard on the platform above.


'I have missed the slave but I must admit you have really done an excellent
job. I see you have had to use the whip quite a lot'.


'Yes' the overseer replied. 'And we have had to use the cane also to
improve its performance' he added.


'Well the slave is new to Muravia but I guess it will soon learn what is
required. I really am very grateful for your efforts' said Rico.


'It was a pleasure to oblige' said the overseer, a wry smile on his face.


The boy on the platform cracked his whip in the air and one by one, the
slaves stepped down from the drum. As they descended the steps at one end
of the platform, the next team were climbing up at the other end. Before
his team went to their shelter the boy released David from the chain and
escorted him to the two seated men. David immediately knelt, bowed his
forehead to the ground and crawled to kiss his master's feet. Then he
crawled backwards for a short distance turned and assumed the position of
kneeling display.


'Lovely' said Rico, smiling to the man sat next to him.


Over the next few weeks, David got into a regular routine, seeing to his
master in the early morning, then exercise before pony training with Petron
in the afternoons. He was now able to carry heavier weights as he trotted
round the yard attached to the chain on the end of the pole.

Rico drew up a rigid regime. He made his slave do ten laps of the
courtyard, followed by twenty squats holding the weights, and then ten
sit-ups.  Then the process was repeated again and again, an hour of regular
exercise every morning, all supervised by his master who relaxed beneath
the veranda. From time to time he would pause his slave, order him to stop
his exercising and serve him a drink. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he
ordered David to continue with the punishing routine.

The evenings followed a traditional pattern, fetching and serving his
master's food, massaging him and attending to his pleasures with his
tongue. Rico was delighted at the improvement the next time he used his
slave's ass; it was as if the slave actually wanted to be used as he now
worked his ass backwards and forwards on his cock.


The exercising was certainly showing progress and Rico was pleased with the
results. Each morning he examined his slave and with David ordered to the
inspection position he delighted in measuring his body in every detail,
taking hold of a piece of flesh and squeezing, to see if any fat remained
or just skin and muscle. David's chest had expanded somewhat but was not
yet a match for his father's pleasure slave and his pectoral muscles still
needed development. His waist was still slim and a cage of muscles stood
out around his abdomen, each one clearly defined, His belly had become firm
with just a slight swell. His thighs were solid muscle from all the running
and the time spent at the irrigation wheels.


Rico was so pleased to have his slave back. He had particularly missed his
attention to his needs in the long restless nights during his absence. He
knew it would not be long before his father insisted that he be sent away
again for further development of his physic. Despite being his personal
pleasure slave his father's aim was to pair him with uko and for that the
two slaves must be perfectly matched.


Each evening, when he wished to retire Rico sent David to his room. His
duty was to make sure everything was in its place and that he was ready for
his master's arrival, kneeling in the correct place and in the correct
posture. After taking leave of his father he hurried to his room. He knew
the slave would be waiting on his knees, head bowed. He knew that, on
entering the room, he would prostrate himself legs spread, arms pointing at
his feet. He knew that when he clicked his fingers the slave would rise,
bow and crawl to kiss his feet. The thoughts of the pleasure his slave
would bring brought a warm feeling of excitement as each night he wished
his father goodnight.


Rico entered his bed chamber and instantly David prostrated himself in the
centre of the room.

Rico took up a position beside the slave and placed his booted foot onto
the back of his head and pressed his nose into the rug. Then he went to sit
on the end of the bed. He divested himself of his clothes and when
completely naked clicked his fingers. He was delighted to see his slave's
response, as without hesitation, he crawled to him, bowed and kissed his
feet.


'Clothes' he said, the urgency showing in his voice.


One by one David carried the discarded garments to the cupboard. The
undergarment he carried held between his teeth to the washing box. Then he
resumed his position at his master's feet.

Rico studied the figure of his slave kneeling before him. No longer had he
need to correct his posture. He observed the curve of his back ensuring his
chest was firmly pressed to the floor, his up thrust buttocks and his
imprisoned cock hanging between the widely spread thighs. The position of
kneeling display. He spoke softly but firmly.


'Tomorrow slave you will be going for further training. Father has decided
that your chest and shoulders and arms require development. Tonight
therefore you will please me as if your life depended on it. Understand
slave'.


'Yes Master' David replied.


He opened his thighs. 'Attend to my pleasure, slave' Rico said softly.


David knelt up and bowed his head to the floor. Then he crawled forward,
opened his mouth and gently lifted his master's cock with the tip of his
tongue.