Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 23:53:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slaveboys of muravia CH 12

Now this really in ch12
I made a mistake last time and got the number wrong


Slaveboys of muravia CH 12

For the last few strokes, Rico decided to change his technique. By moving
away from his victim, he could arrange for just the weighted end of the
whip to hit its target and at this, he was particularly accomplished. His
first targets were the muscles of his chest. Two more strokes saw his right
pec and then his left pec sporting rapidly reddening stripes with a
circular patch at the end. For the next two strokes his slave's nipples
were his target. As the whip landed on David's right nipple his body shook
with his violent exertions. His mouth opened wide but he just managed to
choke off his cry.  Everyone in the room, slaves included, knew that the
pain of the whip tail landing here was particularly intense and made even
worse by the fact that the nipples had been pierced and ringed.  When a few
seconds later the whip tail landed on his left nipple, David could hold out
no longer. He filled his lungs and screamed.

'AARHHIIIIEEEEOOOOWWWWWWW! Master PLEASE Master'.

Roars of laughter spread throughout the room. Rico looked at Prince Dumar
and saw that he too was laughing. Then turning back to his slave he spoke
in a voice that all could hear.  You have cried out twice slave and you
have also addressed Me without permission. That is three extra strokes you
have now earned. The laughter quickly changed to clapping and Rico could
see the desperation in his slave's face, his cheeks wet with his tears, his
eyes staring wildly around the room.  David had now received sixteen lashes
from his Master. For the next three Rico chose his naval and the front of
both thighs.  That left his genitals still untouched by the tail of the
whip. Carefully he raised his arm and took aim. The tip landed just to the
right of his cock cage and thudded into David's left testicle. Rico knew
his aim had been good from the violent reaction in his slave's abdomen and
thighs. As his hips bucked and swayed a burst of clapping erupted round the
room. Rico took great satisfaction from the fact that Prince Dumar was
clapping too. How he avoided screaming again David did not know. Rico
turned to face The Prince and took a bow as the clapping continued. Then he
turned back to his slave.

'Your punishment might have been over slave if you had obeyed my
instructions' he said, a sarcastic grin on his face.

 'Now you have three more to come and I advise you to remain silent'.

Rico stepped back, took aim and landed the whip tail on his slave's right
nipple. Now David knew what was coming and he steeled himself for the next
blow. But Rico caught him out. For the next strike he moved sideways and
with a backhanded swing landed the whip tail just to the left of his cock
cage. Now it was David's right testicle, which took most of the force of
the blow. Finally with a flourish he swung the whip and landed the tip on
exactly the same place as just a few seconds before; on his slave's right
nipple.  With the whip in his hand he strode quickly to his seat and took
hold of the glass from the slave kneeling at the side of the couch.  As he
emptied the glass the clapping and cheering continued and was brought to an
end only when Prince Dumar raised his hand. The Prince instructed the
slaves who were kneeling on either side of the hall to remove the chains
and let David down. He quickly crawled to Prince Dumar's feet, knelt up,
bowed and then kissed them three times.

'You will return to the centre slave and then crawl to me in the position
of full kneeling display.

David knelt up, bowed and when Prince Dumar snapped his fingers he crawled
back to the spot. He placed his nose and chest to the marble tiles of the
floor, spread his thighs just as wide as he could and thrust his buttocks
high. Then, with his hands on either side of his head he crawled forward,
maintaining contact between his chest and the floor. His progress was slow
as he ensured that his thighs remained widely spread and he heard ripples
of laughter from the men watching him. When he reached The Prince he
performed his obeisance and kissed his feet.

That's better slave' he said. You will always crawl like that in my
presence. You may now thank your Master but first you will return to the
centre.

Now David, a humiliated and beaten slave crawled backwards until he reached
the centre of the hall. In the position he was forced to adopt he could not
see where he was going and only stopped when he saw the rings in the
floor. He then crawled to Rico and repeated the act of obeisance and having
thanked him in the prescribed way resumed the position he hated most.

'Turn round slave, crawl five paces forward and assume full kneeling
display' Rico ordered.

When Rico snapped his fingers David obeyed instantly. The position with his
chest on the floor and thighs impossibly wide was painful to hold for long
but he knew he had no choice. He also knew that the assembly had an
unimpeded view of his red, striped buttocks and imprisoned cock and balls
hanging beneath.

He was completely overwhelmed by the sheer brutality and cruelty involved
in the way these men treated their slaves. He could not believe the
inhumanity of it, and then he remembered how he had been told at the
auction of the extreme slavery practiced in the state of Muravia. Now he
understood fully that, as a slave in this country, he was not really human
at all. For the first time since speaking to the other slaves before his
sale he understood. Each stroke of the whip was now seared forever into his
consciousness. He did not yet fully appreciate the implications but he knew
he had no choice but to serve his Master without hesitation or question,
and submit to whatever debasement or perversions he wished to visit upon
him. He felt afraid! Very, very afraid!

For Prince Dumar and his young guest seated beside him things were rather
different. The slave had simply experienced a demonstration of their power
over him and all of their slaves and he had felt the instrument of that
power. He would remember this flogging each and every day until the end of
his days and it would make him a better slave. His body, still smarting
from the brutal application of Rico's whip, was covered in a fiery red
criss-crossed pattern of stripes from his shoulders to his knees. Stripes
which were gradually darkening to a deeper maroon. A testament to the
bruising of his flesh and the associated pain involved with that
bruising. Over the coming days, their red fury would gradually fade, until
in a few weeks, his body would return to its former pristine beauty. Prince
Dumar turned to Rico, as he emptied a second glass of wine.

'That was an impressive display my lad. I am sure that when you have
finished training it, it will make a superb pony slave. I can see that my
pair will have some stiff competition in the dressage a few months from
now'.

'Thank you Your Majesty' replied Rico. 'And have you considered my
request'?

'Yes indeed, I have. I shall be delighted to help. I understand the slave
has spent some weeks at the irrigation pumps to develop its thighs and
buttocks. I shall be pleased to oblige. It will spend a few weeks at the
rowing benches in my galley. That should bring about the developments you
require in its upper body'.

The two men took hold their glasses, freshly filled with wine from the
slaves kneeling at their sides, touched them together and relaxed back into
the soft cushions of their couches to admire the view of Rico's kneeling
slave, of his flaming buttocks and his captive genitals nicely displayed
beneath.

Arriving back at the farm office Vazier halted Aron with a sharp pull on
both reins. Quickly he dropped to one knee as a slave rushed out to kneel
beside the cart, offering his back as Vazier alighted. Parked to one side
was the draft wagon, with its latest consignment of equipment from
Madrango. The slaves, still secured to the frame at the front, rested,
grateful for the brief relief from their efforts hauling the heavily loaded
cart. Vazier and the farm manager disappeared immediately into the office
whilst the two men climbed down from the dray to be served with refreshment
by two further slave boys who had appeared as if from nowhere.

Aron studied the manager's pony slave. The rings and chains adorning his
body sparkled in the sun.  His muscles stood out clearly as they reflected
the bright light from his oiled skin. There were signs of a recent whipping
covering his body as well as many more marks which were fading. From the
colour of his skin, a light brown, he was clearly not from Muravia and
might have been captured by one of the ships which patrolled the coasts or
transported as a slave from another country.  Since his arrival here he had
noticed that the work slaves or drudge slaves had quite dark skins; lighter
skinned, and especially white slaves, were trained for more personal uses
as pleasure slaves and, as such commanded much higher prices at
auction. The slave standing next to him was unmistakably the latter judging
by the expensive accoutrements that adorned his body. Aron knew that nearly
all pleasures slaves were pony slaves as well and he knew that his own
training for dressage would begin before long.

It was a short time before Vazier and the manager reappeared and this time
Aron knelt immediately.  The two men shook hands and the manager remounted
his cart as the two draft cart drivers also remounted. Without comment
Vazier climbed into his cart and ordered Aron to his feet. The manager
lashed his pony slave, turned him around and set off along the path whist
the men on the dray cracked their whips across the backs of the slaves and
the heavy cart followed slowly after.  Vazier was in a hurry to get home;
he had other orders to process. A quick lash of Aron's buttocks and he
turned the cart for home.

Aron felt the lash on his buttocks once more as he was ordered to trot.  It
was some two miles back to the city and he frequently felt his Master's
lash as from time to time he slowed. As they turned into the yard Marindar
was waiting to greet them. Aron was breathing heavily but he made the
extreme effort to adopt the position he knew was required.  Stepping
smartly from the cart Vazier threw a glance in his direction and then spoke
to his employee. Then he disappeared into the house.

Marindar walked up to stand before Aron and slowly looked him up and down.

'Well slave' he said, mockingly. 'it appears that you have upset the
Master. Master Vazier hates to be shown up in public as the owner of a
slave whose performance could be described as less than perfect. You really
must not let your eyes wander ever. You must at all times be attentive to
your Master. You should know that you should kneel and bow your head when
he approaches. He has instructed me to fit you with a ball sac ring and
reins. I think you will not find them as comfortable as those attached to
your gag and master wishes to try them out on the standard cart.  We shall
see'.

Marindar turned and went into the workshops only to return a few moments
later with a heavy ring and three leather reins in his hands. Placing the
reins on the ground he took hold of Aron's ball sac and stretched it
down. He set the ring above his balls and snapped it shut. Immediately Aron
felt the pressure on his balls now stretched down beneath his cock
cage. Marindar then attached two leather loops to his waist belt; one on
either side. Through each of these he passed a rein and clipped them, one
to each side of the new ring. Reaching between his legs he secured the
third rein to back of the ring at the centre.  The loops on his waist band
ensured that the reins were held exactly level with his balls. Then
Marindar climbed into the cart and took hold of all three rings.

'Get the feel of the reins slave' he said and tugged hard on the left one.

Aron felt his balls pulled violently to the left. A moment later they were
pulled to the right.

'If I pull the middle one you come to a halt. Understand slave' he added.

Aron could only nod as his balls were now pulled straight back between his
legs.

'Excellent' said Marindar. We will now go out into the street so that you
get used to them.  Remember I want perfectly straight legs and back at all
times'.

He lashed Aron's buttocks and pulled hard on the left rein. Aron lifted his
left legs, held it perfectly straight and placed it on the ground before
him. At the same time he turned to his left and headed for the
gates. Another tug on the rein and he set off down the street. Marindar
lashed him again and Aron broke into a trot. Soon they had left the busy
area of the city behind them. Marindar used his whip again and ordered Aron
to slow to a walk. Then he took him through a number of manoeuvres; turning
first one way then the other. He frequently pulled on the centre rein to
call him to a halt. Aron soon discovered that the attachment of the reins
in this fashion was extremely uncomfortable compared with the use of the
bit gag, Marindar made sure that Aron was in no doubt about his
requirements as he jerked them with deliberate force. The lesson lasted
some thirty minutes before Marindar turned the cart for home. He made Aron
trot all the way. By the time he turned him into the yard Aron was
breathing heavily. He still wore the bit gag and breathing was only
possible through the nose. He was pouring with sweat and his chest was
heaving as Marindar climbed down, stood in front of the cart and looked the
sweating slave up and down as Aron forced his tired body into the required
posture of display.

'Well the reins seem to work satisfactorily. You will wait there slave
whilst I consult The Master to discover his intentions for you' he said
before disappearing inside.


Following David's whipping in the presence of The Prince he invited Rico to
lunch with him in the small private dining-room, adjacent to the reception
hall, an invitation Rico was delighted to accept.  It was always considered
a great honour to dine with The Prince and this would enhance his social
standing and that of his father considerably. Remarking on his slave's
recent lessons in slavery, The Prince suggested that he should accompany
them in order to watch and further his education. Rico snapped his fingers
and ordered David to follow as the two men retired from the hall. David
quickly complied, crawling with his face and chest brushing the floor.
Apart from two white skinned slaves who would serve the food, the only
other occupants of the dining room were two muscular, young, pleasure
slaves; one a tawny-brown skinned boy and the other an olive-skinned boy,
almost white in colour. Both had been captured at see as Aron had.  They
were, Rico guessed no more than twenty or so years of age. The serving
slaves, he could see, were younger, no more than fourteen or fifteen.  The
two pleasure slaves were standing in the 'display position' with their
heads bowed in submission, bodies held rigidly erect and hands clasped
behind their necks. Their pelvises were thrust forward to give their Master
an unobstructed view of their imprisoned sex organs. Their bodies were
totally devoid of hair and were coated in slave-oil to better display their
strong, young muscles to full advantage. Their necks were enclosed in gold
collars and their genitalia were adorned by matching gold and jewelled
chastity devices, a cage which enclosed their cocks but leaving them
visible within. Also visible were the shiny cock collars, fitted before
inserting their cocks into the cages. The prince informed Rico that these
had small spikes on the inside, designed to make any swelling of the
slaves' cocks extremely painful. They were a further re-enforcement of the
fact that these slaves primary purpose was to provide sexual pleasures to
their Master and not for themselves. In addition to the cages a thick ring
was cinched around the tops of the slave's scrotums stretching their balls
downwards and each sported large nipple rings with a jewelled pendent
hanging beneath. Wordlessly the Prince snapped his fingers and both slaves
broke position and hurried to kneel before him. Pointing to the olive
skinned slave, he again snapped his fingers.

'You will attend Master Rico's pleasure' he said.

The Prince pointed to the tawny-brown slave and snapped his fingers again.

'You will attend to my pleasure' he said.

The two serving slaves assisted the men to their seats, bowed and took hold
of the plates containing the first course of the meal, from a table to the
side of the room. They then took their places one standing behind each of
the two men. Instantly, the olive skinned slave crawled beneath the table
and took up a position in front of Rico whilst the tawny-brown slave
crawled beneath the table and knelt before The Prince.

'Make use of it as you wish ' said The Prince, smiling at his young guest.

Rico needed no further encouragement. Reaching beneath the table he snapped
his fingers and the slave shuffled forwards and took his already hardening
cock in his mouth. The Prince watched as an expression of delight spread
across his young guest's face. He pointed at the serving slaves and snapped
his fingers once again. The two slaves stepped forward, bowed to the men
and set the plates down before them. They bowed again and poured each of
them a glass or wine. Bowing once more they stood back and assumed an 'at
rest' position.

With a snap of his fingers beneath the table. The Prince ordered his
pleasure slave to begin his homage.  Instantly another mouth and tongue
began its most intimate service to its Master. Rico shuddered with a little
moan of pleasure as his slave's eager tongue and lips caressed the tip of
his cock. He sat back in his chair and relaxed, enjoying the pleasures of
the moment. The slave was indeed well trained, an observation he willingly
shared with his host.

'Yes replied The Prince. 'But I am sure you are aware that my training is
exacting and severe.

'Yes Your Highness' replied Rico. 'It is well known that any slave carrying
your brand is superbly trained and skilled in its arts'.

'Mmmmm....yes...' mused The Prince. 'I am very proud of the family
brand. These two objects are indeed superb in their servitude. I recall
when I acquired them and the day they were branded.  They were both
captives and had no idea what their future lives held. I recall how they
behaved on the auction block responding to the attendant's whips. They
looked frightened and had to be encouraged to obey and perform as
required. Their subsequent branding I took great delight in. I remember how
the slaves struggled as they were dragged to the branding benches and
strapped down. It was such a delight to hear them pleading when they
realised what was about to happen. I recall the sight of the slave's
muscles bulging and flexing as they struggled vainly against the straps
holding them down. At the sight of these two slave's beautiful buttocks
quivering as, in their minds, they imagined the unimaginable the kiss of
the iron, I decided these two would serve time in my apartments as pleasure
slaves. As the red hot end of the iron touched the tender skin of their
buttocks, there was a momentary silence broken only by the sizzling of
burning flesh. This was followed by an animal-like scream from each of
them'.

Rico listened attentively though frequently distracted by the gentle
sucking of one of these slave boys kneeling between his thighs. The Prince
continued.

'I remember walking down to one of the benches and noting with great
satisfaction the first brand, the circle with my initials now burned
permanently into the slave's right buttock. You will of course know Rico
that this brand is unique and worn by all slaves who serve in the
family. However for me, the head of the family it is larger in size. The
brand is also worn on the slave's chests and bellies as you will have
already observed'.

'Yes Your Highness. It is a beautiful brand and instantly recognisable'
replied Rico.

'When the overseers released the straps and turned the slaves onto their
backs they struggled even more. It was futile of course and when they saw
the glowing iron approaching once more they pleaded with me. It was
amusing. The slaves sensing what was to happen, again began to plead and
beg for mercy. I ask you Rico, a slave begging for mercy, speaking without
permission? I decided then that they needed to be taught a quick lesson and
would be punished for that error and ordered them to be silent'.

'Did they obey'? asked Rico

'Well there was no more pleading. Trembling with fear, the slaves did as
instructed but began to weep silently as they waited for the second
branding. Soon the irons left their marks on the slave's bellies just above
their cocks. I am sure they thought that was the end of the ordeal but I
watched the one, whose deliciously sucking mouth you are now enjoying, as
the overseer approached with the branding iron and held it for a moment
above his chest. His eyes were darting around, his face filled with
terror. Then he felt the pain and his whole body convulsed shaking even the
bench.  Again there was the sizzling sound as the iron, glowing red-hot,
was applied to the chest just above the left nipple. There was that smell
of burning flesh that reminded me of cooking meat and again we heard the
new slave's agonized scream'.

'I always enjoy the branding of a slave' Rico exclaimed'.

'It implants the idea in the mind of the slave that the Master is its owner
and can do whatever he likes with it' replied The Prince.

Rico's face was a picture as the Prince described the brandings of these
two slaves.

'I guess they were grateful when the ordeal was over' he said.

'The branding was over but the punishment was not' said The Prince. 'After
release they were ordered to their knees, to kiss my feet and then bent
over the punishment bars'.

'You caned them immediately after the branding whilst the skin was still
burning' enquired Rico.

''Of course' replied The Prince, 'they needed to be taught a lesson'.

A broad smile spread across Rico's face.

That was a severe introduction to their slavery' he said.

'I have the family's reputation to uphold' replied The Prince

 Rico knew of The Prince's reputation for slave training and that slaves
bearing his brand always commanded very high prices at auction. The brand
added hundreds of Thalars to a slave's value when sold; it was respected
throughout Muravia.

The serving slaves had just served the third course, a platter of fresh
fruits and as his slave filled his glass for a third time Rico hatched a
little plot in her mind. With a double snap of his fingers below the table
he ordered the slave to bring him to climax. No words of command were
needed; the slave knew exactly what was required. Rico leant back in his
chair and enjoyed the delightful sensations swelling in his groin as the
slave's mouth and tongue which, up to that moment had been gently caressing
his cock, redoubled its efforts, the tongue now massaging the underside and
the very tip of his cock. Rico made no attempt to hide his pleasures as he
moaned, his thighs pulsating in a shuddering climax.  As his breathing
slowed he snapped his fingers three times. The slave responded immediately
and set about cleaning every last trace of his cum from his cock. Rico
lifted the table cloth to check that there was no cum on his thighs or on
the floor. There was none.  He did not expect that there would be with such
a well trained slave who knew he must not let a drop of master's cum escape
from his mouth. The slave boy had had no need to clean the insides of
Rico's thighs or the floor beneath. When he had completed the task, he
placed his lips to Rico's feet and kissed them.

'Display position' he ordered.

Quickly the olive skinned slave crawled from beneath the table and assumed
his former position.

'Display to Master Rico slave' shouted The Prince. 'You should know
better'.

Instantly the slave bowed low to The Prince, his owner. Then he turned to
face Rico and bowed.  He spread his legs wide, placed his hands behind his
collar and bowed his head. Straining the muscles of his belly and buttocks
he pushed his hips forward towards the young master.

Rico observed the brand above the slave's cock and above his left nipple. A
letter 'A' and a 'D' for Alegio Dumar all contained within a circle some 3
inches in diameter. It was a superb brand and would look very nice on his
slave, he thought. He turned to The Prince.

'Your Highness' he said. 'Do you think the punishment for failing to
display correctly to me should be the same as for speaking without
permission'?

The Prince smiled. 'I don't see why not' he replied.

'What was its punishment after the branding Your Highness' Rico asked.

'I had it caned. Thirty strokes across its buttocks'.

'Oh that must have hurt straight after its branding ' exclaimed Rico.

'Naturally' said the Prince, a smirk spreading across his face. But a slave
must learn quickly don't you think Rico'?

'Of course' said Rico.

'If you like I will administer the punishment myself whilst the slave
remains in position and looks you in the eyes' added The Prince.

'How nice' said Rico.

The Prince snapped his fingers at the slave still kneeling between his
thighs. In a second he was kneeling at his feet, nose to the floor.

'Fetch a number 5 cane slave'

The slave knelt up, bowed his head to the floor and crawled to a rack at
the side of the room.  There he selected the cane, placed it between his
teeth and crawled back to The Prince, he knelt, bowed and placed the cane
into his master's hands. Then he returned his nose to the floor.

Do you wish a chair Rico'? asked The Prince.

'I will stand' replied Rico, 'the slave will look me straight in the eyes'

The Prince had chosen a heavy cane so that the pain would penetrate the
thick layers of muscle that formed the slave's buttocks. He handed it to
Rico and he showed it to the slave. He held it in front of the slave's
mouth and watched as he leant forward to kiss it three times. Rico could
see the fear in the olive skinned slave's eyes as he kept them focussed on
his own. He noticed the tremble in his muscles as he held the position of
display. The slave knew exactly the properties of the instrument of torture
The Prince had chosen.

Rico's eyes roamed over the slave's chest and, reaching out; he gently
caresses the ornate `House of Dumar' brand burned into the left pectoral
just above the nipple. It would look very good adorning the chest of his
own slave he thought once again. He lowered his hand to the slave's belly
and traced outline of the brand immediately above the ornate cock cage. He
placed his hand under the slave's balls for a closer look at his cock and
the little spiked collar around the shaft.  He was pleased though not
surprised that the boy had not moved a muscle. With the slave's cock and
balls still in his hands he spoke.

'Make sure these remain where they are slave' he said.  Then he nodded to
The Prince.

Rico heard the cane swishing the through the air to test its flexibility
and watched the slave's body flinch in anticipation of it cutting into his
tender flesh. With each experimental swish of the cane his eyes opened
wide, anticipating the anguish to come. The trembling slave was fully aware
that The Prince was 'playing' with him and that this was all part of his
punishment - He remained in a limbo of uncertainty. With each swish of the
cane behind him. he knew he dare not move or utter a sound or the
punishment would be doubled. Just a few inches from his face Rico was
smiling.

Then, suddenly, the now familiar swishing sound of the cane moving through
the air was followed by a loud thwack as it struck the quivering
buttocks. Rico knew that an unimaginable flash of pain had seared itself
into every fibre of the slave's being. Momentarily he closed his eyes and
took a sharp intake of breath. Rico knew the blow was hard and was
impressed by the boy's silence.

'Eyes open slave' he whispered. 'look straight at me'.

Again he heard the swish and thwack of the cane and saw the pain of it on
the boy's face as he fought the scream welling in his throat.

Rico knew that pain in a slave is a fearful motivator; it exercises the
slave's mind wonderfully. For a third, fourth and fifth time he heard the
sound of the cane descend upon the slave's left buttock.  Then The Prince
changed his position and now the cane was applied to his right
buttock. Tears were now flowing freely down the slave's cheeks, dripping
onto his chest and running down over his stomach, thrust forward in the
uncomfortable position of display. After the tenth stroke, he opened his
mouth as if to scream but his powers of endurance prevented the sound from
reaching his lips. His stomach was heaving as he fought for breath and his
body glistened as sweat burst forth from his skin.

The Prince did not pause; his slave had shown disrespect for his guest and
he would make him pay.  Returning to his left buttock he applied the cane
with renewed vigour. The pain drawn across the slave's face was plainly
evident to Rico's eyes but he felt no sympathy him. He was a slave, a
pleasure slave and he had displeased him by failing to follow protocol. He
was pleased he was suffering as he deserved and had more to come. With the
next five strokes the torture of his right buttock began anew. Now the cane
was striking already enflamed flesh, which only increased the agony
shooting through the slave's brain. The Prince varied the timing of his
strokes allowing sufficient pause for the boy to feel the individual blows
and for the pain of each stroke to reach its maximum before
subsiding. Countless floggings and canings had shown this to be the most
effective way to maximise the suffering of the slave. The strokes continued
as the slave's suffering increased. Rico felt the tremor in his hand as the
cane landed hard on the tortured buttocks. For the last ten strokes The
Prince slashed the cane across both of his slave boy's buttocks at once .

 Rico watched the slave's face. He needed to cry out. He needed to
scream. He was in pure agony as time after time the slashing cane seared
across his tortured flesh. Rico hoped he would break and then he would be
punished again but the cock and balls of The Prince's pleasure slave had
not moved from his hand and it was for him a feeling of anticlimax when the
last blow landed.

The slave's humiliation was complete. He was covered in sweat and tears
were streaming down his face. His stomach heaved as he fought for his
breath but he maintained his position of display. The two men sat down
watching the object of their pleasure as his sobbing subsided. Then Rico
snapped his fingers. The slave instantly dropped to his knees and crawled
with his nose to the floor to his feet. There he knelt up and bowed his
forehead to the floor. He then kissed Rico's feet three times each and
knelt, buttocks raised high, thighs spread wide, nose to the floor and arms
outstretched towards the feet of the young master who had caused him so
much pain.

The tawny-brown pleasure slave still knelt with his nose to the floor where
The Prince had left him.  David was standing in the position of display,
the position in which he had remained throughout the meal and the
subsequent demonstration of the men's humiliating treatment of their slaves
and the vicious caning.

The Prince ordered wine to be served to them both. The two serving slaves
filled their glasses and returned to stand before them, bowed and knelt
holding the glasses high between the outstretched arms. When the glasses
were taken from their hands the boys bowed again and shuffled round to
kneel just behind the men and to one side. They knelt, knees wide, heads
bowed between their arms which they held within easy reach of their
masters. The Prince snapped his fingers.

'Display position' he ordered. The two pleasure slaves stood, bowed and
assumed the required position, the tawny-brown slave facing The Prince, the
olive skinned slave facing Rico. Rico decided that it would be a good time
to put his idea to The Prince.

'Your Highness' he said rather sheepishly. 'As my slave is to be in your
exalted service for a while I was wondering if you would consider placing
your brand on it. My farther and I would be very honoured it you would
allow it'.

The Prince smiled and thought for a moment.

'Yes Rico, I think that would be perfectly in order, after all it is my
slave if only temporarily. I wonder would you like to see it done whilst
you are here'?

'Thank you very much Your Highness, I should like that very much, and thank
you on behalf of my father. We are very honoured'.

The Prince picked up a tiny bell from the table at his side and rang it. In
a few seconds an overseer appeared.

'Take this slave to the branding room' he said pointing to David. It is to
be marked with the family brand. Please prepare it and then return and
advise me when ready'.

'Certainly Your Highness' replied the man, bowing.

The overseer attached a leash to David's collar. He dropped to his knees,
bowed to The Prince and then to his master. He was led from the room,
crawling backwards making sure he maintained the uncomfortable posture of
full kneeling display.