Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2015 17:24:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slave boys of Muravia CH 13

Slaveboys of Muravia CH 13.

It was some twenty minutes after Rico and The Prince had finished their
meal. The man who had led David from the room returned. He bowed to The
Prince.

'The slave is now ready for its branding Your Highness' he reported.

'Thank you' replied The Prince. 'Shall we go and watch'?

Rico nodded and the two men rose.  The man led them through several
corridors before descending a flight of stone steps. At the bottom, a door
led to a raised viewing area containing three comfortable seats. The Prince
took the centre seat and Rico the one to his left. In front of them was a
low balustrade and beyond that at a lower level was the branding bench. To
one side was a brazier burning brightly. A slave knelt beside it pumping
air through the fire with a set of bellows. There were two men in the room,
one with the branding iron in his hands, the other just retightening the
leather straps which fastened David to the branding bench. Rico could see
his slave secured firmly by straps passing over his neck, chest and belly.
Additionally his arms and legs were secured by chains passing under the
bench. The man with the iron looked up to The Prince. He waved his hand and
iron was placed into the fire. The branding master ordered the slave at the
bellows to pump harder and almost instantly the flames leapt higher,
illuminating the otherwise gloomy room.

'Do you want the slave gagged' asked The Prince.

Rico thought for a moment.

'I think not Sir' he replied. 'Perhaps I should command it to be silent
during its branding' he added mischievously.

Rico stood and leaned over the balustrade.

'Slave' he shouted his voice unable to disguise his obvious
excitement. 'You will not make a sound during your branding or suffer
another whipping like the one you have just received'.

He turned to The Prince, a smile on his face, which was only surpassed by
that on the face of The Prince. David's torso, was completely immobilized
and the only movements these bindings permitted were the panicky rise and
fall of his chest from his ragged breathing and the nervous quivering of
his thighs. He turned his head to the side and watched as the branding
Master retrieved the iron the end now glowing a fiery cherry red.  He held
it above David's chest and looked up at The Prince. The Prince nodded and
the iron was gently lowered. Rico listened intently to the sizzling sound
of the branding iron searing itself into his slave's left pectoral muscle
just above the nipple and the several sharp intakes of breath as his slave
forced back the scream he so urgently needed to make.

The Branding Master kept the iron in place for a full two seconds before
placing it back in the fire. Then immediately he doused the fresh mark with
water to cool the surrounding flesh and ensure a clear sharp brand. The
second overseer placed his hands on David's thighs and ordered him the lie
still.

'You will remain perfectly still whilst you Master comes down to inspect
the mark' he said.

The smell of scorched flesh permeated the closed confines of the
branding-room as simultaneously David's body tensed, his thighs convulsing,
violently rattling the chains securing his ankles beneath the bench. He
looked upwards, his eyes pleading at his young Master and The Prince who
were at that moment busy in conversation. Rico was satisfied, if a little
disappointed, that his slave had managed not to cry out though he had noted
his disobedient movements. The Prince and Rico exchanged words.

'Master Rico will not come down. Have the slave cleaned and then brought to
my apartments' said The Prince.

The two men rose departed from the confines of the branding room and walked
back to The Prince's private living room. As they entered the room the
tawny brown and olive skinned slave boys who had served them during the
meal were waiting on their knees, their foreheads going instantly to the
floor.

'Wine' ordered The Prince and the two slaves knelt up together, bowed and
collected a glass each from the table. The olive skinned slave stood before
Rico, his legs spread impossibly wide. He bowed his head to the level of
his cock, dropped smoothly to his knees and held the glass for him to take.
Likewise the tawny skinned performed the same gesture of obeisance to The
Prince before kneeling his feet. Taking the glass The prince dismissed them
to the side. The Prince and Rico relaxed, enjoying the flavours of the cool
and refreshing wine and it was but a few minutes later that David was
brought in on the end of a chain attached to his nose ring. He immediately
fell to the floor, and crawled to a position in front of The Prince. There
he made obeisance to the ruler of Muravia. Then he crawled to his Master,
knelt up, bowed kissed his feet and assumed the position of full kneeling
display, his face and chest placed hard to the floor and his hands and arms
stretched out full length in front of him.

'Stand slave, Inspection position' said Rico, absorbing for some minutes
the image of his slave kneeling to him in the most uncomfortable posture of
display.

David's response was instantaneous. He knelt up, bowed and then stood. He
spread his legs as wide as he possibly could. He locked his fingers behind
his neck, pushed out his chest, sucked his belly in tight and thrust his
hips forward. The two men studied the figure of the recently branded slave
as he presented himself before them. Rico noticed the slight tremble in his
muscles as his slave forced himself to maintain the position.

'Is it not amazing how a severe whipping can improve a slave's desire to be
pleasing Your Highness' he said, turning to The Prince beside him. The
Prince smiled.

'Yes Rico, You did well teaching it a lesson earlier. I think it has the
makings of a very good slave, it learns quickly' he replied. 'I think it is
time the slave was acquainted with the galley teams. Do you agree'?

'Yes Sir' replied Rico.

In truth Rico was reluctant to part company with his slave but realised it
was necessary. Additionally he knew it was not wise to disagree with the
man who ruled the state.

'Pay homage to your Master slave' said The Prince.

David dropped swiftly to the floor, spread his knees to their limit and
bowed three times to Rico. He then crawled forward and reverently placed
his lips to each of his boots in turn. Finally, backing away he once again
assumed the position of full kneeling display. The Prince rang the bell
again. In a few moments a young man appeared. He bowed to The Prince.

'Take this slave to the galley pens, make sure it is correctly attired and
secure it appropriately'.

'Yes Your Highness' the man replied.

The young man who could only have been in his teens fastened a chain to
David's collar and the two left the room, David making sure his nose and
chest remained firmly in contact with the floor as he crawled
backwards. Once outside the man ordered David to stand. He led him through
door he had entered just a few hours before, through the gates and down a
long track leading to the river. The track was busy. Slave boys harnessed
to pony carts trotted by urged on by the whips of their drivers.  Other
slaves pulled wagons heavily laden with goods; those travelling uphill
straining and sweating under the relentless lashes of merchants eager to
get their wares to town. No-one took the slightest notice of a young man
leading a naked slave boy covered in whip marks, by a chain attached to his
collar. On arrival at the river they entered a long low building. The man
removed the chain and picked up a set of polished gold wrist manacles
linked by a short chain. These he fastened on David's wrists.  Seconds
later, he fastened another set of linked manacles on his ankles though the
chain was somewhat longer.

Along each side of the building were a long line of slaves, all now
kneeling with their noses pressed to the floor. The man went to the end of
one row, released a long chain from a ring on the wall and passed it
between Davids legs above the shackles. He then refastened the chain to the
ring. Without instruction David knelt as the others were kneeling. Finally
the man secured another chain to David's collar. The chain led to a ring
set into the wall behind him. Without a word the man left, closing the door
behind him

Following his return to the yard after his first lesson with the new method
of attaching his reins Aron was in no doubt that his master would punish
him for his lack of attention at the farm. He knew he had let his attention
wander and had not noticed his master's return when he must automatically
kneel on his approach. He also knew that such behaviour would inevitably
result in punishment.  Aron stood in the hot sun, the sweat slowly drying
on his skin. He knew for certain he now would be punished for his
discretion; there would be no consideration or mercy from his master. As he
waited he made sure his posture was correct. He did not have long to wait.

As Marindar approached he dropped to one knee, bowing his head to his
chest. Marindar ordered him to his feet and quickly released him from the
cart. Without a word he attached a leash to his collar and led him to a
corner of the yard. Aron recognised immediately the horizontal bar of the
whipping post.  He expected to be ordered to bend over the bar but instead
Marindar told him to stand against it with his back to the bar. He fastened
his ankles to the shackles near the ground and then told him to place his
hands behind his back. These he quickly locked together and then secured
them to a ring set in the ground some distance behind the bar with a short
chain. Thus his body was bent painfully backwards with the bar pressing
into his back. Finally Marindar placed a rough hood over Aron's head and
then left him.

In the darkness of the hood Aron reflected on his fate. He was a slave in a
place where slaves got no mercy and the sooner he learned to please his
master the less painful his life would become. He knew his only chance was
to obey instantly ever command of his owners and pay meticulous attention
to their requirements of his servitude. He realized that the slightest
failure to pay attention and let his mind wander from his master's demands
would bring instant punishment, a punishment that he was now about to
endure in a manner and at a time decided only by his master and owner. In
trepidation, he waited, knowing that the waiting was all part of the
punishment.

It was very difficult for Aron to breathe inside the hood; Marindar had not
removed the gag and the air was very hot. In his discomfort, he did not
hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Moments later the whine of the
whip flying through the air caught his ears followed by a searing line of
fire across his chest. Marindar applied the whip with as much force as he
could muster. The next stroke landed just seconds later and slightly
lower. Marindar was an expert at wielding the long single tail whip and he
felt no compassion for the slave who was the recipient. It had displeased
his employer and embarrassed him in public. Therefore it must be punished
and punished severely so that it learnt not to repeat the
offence. Methodically he applied the whip gradually changing his target
until the whole of Aron's body from chest to knees had felt the stinging
kiss of the whip. Then, relaxing his grip on the handle he spoke. Aron
fought for his breath. The whip had felt like a red hot iron searing his
flesh as it curled around his body. If he could have seen he would have
prepared himself for each blow but in the hood he could have no idea when
or where it would land.

'YOU WILL NEVER DISGRACE THE MASTER AGAIN SLAVE' Marindar barked.

Then, in quieter voice,

'You will think on your behaviour and then your punishment will continue'.

With that Marindar hung the whip over the bar and returned to the cool of
the building. Aron was left to his thoughs, the whole length of his body
smarting from the punishment Marindar had administered.  He should have
known he would be severely punished. All the signs had been there from the
moment he had been captured and taken to the Muravian ship. He should have
known from the treatment meted out by Rani, slave master of the pens in
advance of the auction when he first arrived in Madrango.

Marindar had returned to consult with his employer regarding the punishment
of the new slave. Seated side by side, each sipping a refreshing glass of
guava juice they discussed his further punishment. A slaveboy knelt, nose
to the floor, to one side ready to replenish their glasses if required.

'I think the slave needs a few more applications of the whip sir' said
Marindar. 'It clearly has not learnt what is required here. And it needs to
be fully broken before it can exhibit your wares in public or the pony
training can begin'.

'I agree' replied Vazier. 'Whip it three times more and tonight it can be
secured as before in the stall.

Aron waited perhaps an hour, perhaps only half an hour; he had no idea of
the passage of time. He did however hear the sound of approaching footsteps
on the gravel of the yard. He braced himself for the pain to come. Without
delay Marindar took hold of the whip and swung it through the air. The pain
as it slashed across his chest brought only a muffled cry from inside the
hood. The whip had landed right on top of a previous mark but this time on
flesh, that was already inflamed. Marindar selected his targets carefully,
selecting those areas flaming red from the earlier whipping. For Aron the
pain was excruciating. He had never been whipped like this and he wondered
how much more he could stand. He promised himself that in future he would
try to be the best slave ever, no matter how hard or humiliating, if only
to avoid this terrible pain. His body jerked in involuntary spasm as each
blow landed but the fetters and chain were unyielding. Eventually it was
over and he heard the footsteps retreating.  Marindar had said not a word.

The whole of Aron's chest, belly and thighs felt as if it was on fire. He
had been secured to the whipping bar for over an hour, gagged and hooded
and twice whipped from neck to knees. He wondered how many more time the
whip would be applied and just how much more he could take. In reality he
knew he would take whatever Master Vazier had decided. He wanted to make
sure that the new slave would never embarrass him again in front of
others. One again he waited in the hot sun never knowing when the pain
would begin again.

It was with considerable trepidation that once more he heard
footsteps. This time it sounded more like two people who approached.  A
second later the whip lashed him again high on the chest. He screamed into
the gag but Vazier and Marindar heard but a muffled shriek. They looked at
each other and smiled. Vazier watched as systematically Marindar applied
the whip, laying stripe upon stripe on Aron's tortured flesh. By the time
he had finished there was not a single bit of his body between his neck and
his knees that had not felt the painful kiss of his whip.

Vazier turned to leave.  'Once more I think and the slave might have learnt
its lesson' he said.

Now Aron knew his punishment was not yet over. How he wished he had paid
more attention at the mill. The slave at his side had dropped instantly to
one knee at the first sight of his master returning.  Why had he not done
the same instead of allowing his mind to wander? Now he was paying the
price for what was disrespect of a slave to his master. Clearly in this
land such disrespect in a slave was not tolerated. Briefly he recalled the
moment of his capture, of his meek response to the pirate ship commander's
order to strip naked and kneel. Why had he not jumped overboard like some
others of the crew?  A quick death might have been better than life as a
slave in this place. He recalled the moment when the manacles and chains
had been locked onto his body and his naive understanding of the
significance of that moment. But he realised that he could never have
imagined the life he was now living. So much had happened since then; the
painful branding, being paraded naked at the slave auction, the confining
cage with its spikes that punished at the slightest swelling of his cock
and public display secured to a pony cart with reins attached to his
genitals. And now the most terrible whipping he could imagine. But despite
the short time since his capture Aron already knew that escape was
impossible; he would have to endure whatever his master wanted' There was
no point in pleading for mercy.

Moments later the slashing tail of Marindar's whip brought Aron quickly out
of his thoughts as the searing bolt of pain rushed to his brain. Then
another and another, the plaited leather of the whip once again leaving
stripe after stripe on his chest, belly and thighs. His cock cage gave
little protection to his balls as the flailing leather whipped across his
upper thighs. Now Aron was screaming through his gag, his whole body
shuddering, rattling and jerking the chains that held him firm.  Marindar
was enjoying the opportunity of teaching the new slave boy a lesson and
would have continued but eventually Vazier raised his hand. The slave had
received in total well over a hundred lashes which he knew from experience
was approaching the maximum number any slave could endure whilst remaining
conscious.

Vazier looked at his slave, his body covered in raised and angry red
weals. He knew very well how he must be suffering but that feeling was
coupled with no sense of compassion. Here was a new slave who had
displeased him. It was a slave on which his reputation in society depended,
a slave boy that must display his wares and perform to commands with
perfection and he needed this slave boy to learn and learn quickly not to
displease him again. He signalled to Marindar to remove the hood. Aron's
face was streaming with sweat and tears. Then Vazier spoke.

'I hope you have learnt slave that I will not tolerate any disobedience,
any lack of attention to my wishes or any slackness in your efforts to
please me. Understand that I will inflict the harshest of punishments if I
am not completely satisfied with your performance. Your whipping today will
have been mild compared with what I will do to you if I am again
displeased. UNDERSTAND SLAVE!!!'

Aron nodded his head.

'Release the slave please Marindar' he added.

Despite the pain wracking his body Aron dropped instantly to his knees,
bowed his forehead to the ground and crawled quickly to his master
whereupon he commenced to lick and kiss his boots.

'Bring the slave to my day room please' said Vazier.

With that he turned and strode quickly indoors. Marindar ordered Aron to
follow him. Inside Aron dropped to his knees, bowed his head to the floor
and then knelt in front of his Master.  Aron was in no doubt that he has
seriously displeased him but the severity of his punishment went far beyond
his imagination; the whole of his body from his neck to his knees was on
fire. Vazier ordered the slave on the floor to serve him with another glass
of wine. His cock was growing with excitement and, opening the front of his
trousers he spoke.

'You will now please me with your mouth slave, and it had better be good'.

Aron quickly knelt up, bowed and crawled forward. Despite his pain wracked
body he took the bulging tip of his master's cock into his mouth and began
to lick. When he has swallowed the pre cum oozing from the slit he took the
cock deeper into his mouth, his tongue darting along the length and licking
more slowly the underside. By now his master's cock was rock hard and Aron
took the whole length into his mouth, the head pressing at the back of his
throat. Aron knew he must pleasure this man fully and at that moment his
only thought was to concentrate all his efforts on worshipping his master's
cock to the very best of his ability. Withdrawing slowly he licked around
the cock head once again before slowly drawing in the full length and all
the time licking the underside which drew moans of pleasure from his
master. It took only a few minutes for Vazier to realise that he could hold
off no longer. The slave boy was doing well, exactly as he required. He
clicked his fingers and Aron renewed his efforts, sucking and licking as if
his life depended on it. Almost instantly he felt his master's cock spasm
and the hot salty cum spreading over his tongue to the back of his
throat. He made sure he swallowed every drop of Vazier's seed. As the
spasms subsided Aron continued to suck making sure that he licked and
swallowed every last trace of his master's cum before gently holding the
rapidly softening cock between his lips.

'Resume your position' ordered Vazier.

Aron withdrew, shuffled back on his knees and bowed his head to the
floor. Then he quickly adopted the position of full kneeling display.

'Fetch the slave tuan please Marindar' said Vazier after contemplating for
some minutes the figure of Aron kneeling buttocks high, nose to the floor
and with his thighs spread very wide at his feet.

Several minutes later Aron heard the noise of chains dragging across the
floor. He knew he dare not look up. The noise stopped and there was
silence. Then moments later he heard a familiar sound as Marindar's whip
slashed across the new arrival's buttocks.

'Kneel up straight and face your Master' he said.

The slave struggled to his knees, spread them wide and knelt, his back
ramrod straight, his head bowed to his chest. Marindar then laid his whip
across Aron's buttocks.

Kneel up straight' he said to Aron, 'face the slave to your right'.

Aron quickly obeyed adopting the exact same posture. His eyes went
automatically to the slave opposite him. What he saw filled him with
incredulity.  The boy's body was ringed all over. His chastity cage was
different, The tip of his cock, had been infibulated from one side to the
other with a heavy steel ring. It was about an inch and a half across and
the metal itself at least a quarter on an inch thick.  It passed between
the bars of the cage hung down, dragging his cock with it. Two large rings
had been inserted into both sides of his scrotum and more massive rings
dangled from his nipples, his ears, from the septum of his nose and from
the end of his tongue. As a result of this last, he had to keep his mouth
partly open all the time and the end of his tongue outside his teeth. Each
of the rings-including that on his tongue was very large-two inches in
diameter and the shiny metal a quarter of an inch thick.  They weighed down
heavily on his flesh but to make matters even worse, Aron saw that they
were connected together by chains.  His ear-rings were connected to his
septum, each by a heavy chain from which weights dangled.  More chains were
draped down from the septum ring to his nipple-rings forcing his head to be
kept bent down and dragging up sharply on his nipples. Two chains ran from
his tongue, one to each of his balls pulling it down and them up hard. He
was thus forced to kneel with his head bent forward and down and his tongue
right out.  A heavy ball was locked onto the ring at end of the boy's cock,
weighing it down and a second ball hung from the other rings through his
scrotum all adding to the strain on his tongue and his balls. Finally the
slave's cock cage had three rows of short spikes extending outwards. Aron
could see that the slave's balls and the inside of his thighs were
considerably inflamed.

'Observe closely slave' said Vazier. 'The slave is my display slave,
equipped to demonstrate all of the accoutrements of my trade. It is wearing
the various devices we sell here. For your benefit it is now wearing all of
them.  It is my desire to have two display slaves, one black skinned, one
white skinned.  You will now be prepared as this slave is for these
decorations'.

Aron turned quickly to his Master and bowed his head to the floor. Then
knelt up once more. Vazier turned to Marindar.

Take the slave away and prepare him accordingly please Marindar, he said.

Once the young man had left the building the galley slaves relaxed their
positions making themselves as comfortable as possible on the stone
floor. David followed their example. As his eyes became accustomed to the
light he studied his surroundings. The room was bare. David counted twenty
slaves along each side, all with the long chain passing above their leg
chains and all with another chain from their collars to rings set in the
wall above them. The contrast between these slaves and the display slaves
in the hall could not have been greater. However their collars and manacles
were nonetheless of shining gold as were the chains linking their wrists
and ankles and their cock cages. All were muscled, their bulging biceps and
pectoral muscles extremely well developed.

After his ordeal David was happy to collapse onto one of the thin mats
which covered the floor. He glanced briefly at the other slaves on the
chain and then closed his eyes. The fresh brand on his chest added to the
agony of his master's whip which he had applied without mercy and the
terrible reality of his situation flooded his mind. The harsh treatment had
a salutary effect on him. In the last few hours he had witnessed the
absolute nature of slavery in this place in all its inhumanity and
ugliness. It was a brutal slavery unlike anything he could have ever
imagined. David's rest however was short lived.  Suddenly the door opened
and two men entered. Instantly all of the slaves knelt up and placed their
noses to the floor. David quickly followed suit. One of the men unlocked
the chain from the wall.

'Outside, two lines' he barked.

The slaves moved quickly, forming up in two lines of twenty and David took
his place at the end of one of the lines. The men moved quickly along each
line, locking the slaves' wrists to the backs of their collars. Then each
slave's collar was fastened to the slave in front with a chain. Not far
from where he was standing David saw an ornate carriage with another group
of slaves at the front. In the shafts were harnessed eight slave boys
perfectly matched in height and physique They stood at attention as if on
guard duty waiting for inspection by a foreign head of state. Each boy was
immaculately groomed; their bodies oiled and gleaming in the sunlight. Each
one had bit and bridle, plus blinkers to ensure he could see only
forwards. A set of reins went from each bit back to the driver's seat. The
boys wore leather harnesses, the body straps forming a letter X in front
and behind, and where the straps crossed they were joined with a large
rivet carrying an O ring.  Attached to these rings were metal poles in the
form of a cross, two ends being clipped into the rings on the backs of the
two boys at the front, the other ends clipped to the chests of the pair
behind. Thus each pair of boys was fastened in position by the bars to the
pair in front or the pair behind. Their arms were manacled behind their
backs, their hands grasping cross bars attached to a central shaft. The
boys wore jewel-encrusted collars and large nose and nipple rings. Golden
waist and nipple chains glittered in the sun surpassed only by the
sparkling cock cages which completed their adornments. Four of the slaves
were white, the others dark skinned and they were secured in pairs, one
white and one dark in each pair.  They looked very much like the display
slaves David had seen occupying the alcoves in the Prince's hall though
perhaps a little older.

With a crack of their whips the men ordered David's lines to move. They
marched forward in step, their legs held perfectly straight and lifted high
in front of them. David remembered the first time he had witnessed this
when he first found himself in chains before his sale. That seemed so long
ago now. He had marvelled then at the perfection of the slave forced to
demonstrate this in the slaver's yard but he marvelled no longer, knowing
full well the hopelessness of a slave and the penalty for less than perfect
submission in this place.

The coffle quickly reached the waterside where The Prince's galley was
moored. One line of slaves was directed to board at the rear whilst the
other line went to the front. David followed his line up the gang plank and
down the steep steps which led to the walkway separating the rowing
pits. The men unlocked their chains and the slaves immediately stepped down
into the pits, each taking his place on the bench behind a heavy wooden
oar. There were ten benches on each side of the galley and David was
directed to the end of one of the lines nearest to the rear where he was
ordered to place his ankles into metal hoops on the deck. These were then
closed and locked about his ankles. Seconds later his wrist chain was
unlocked and refastened around the oar in front of him. Once all the slaves
were secured the men retired to a cabin at the rear of the pits. The bench
was covered with leather which he hoped would give some protection from the
bare wood and prevent blisters or splinters. Was this for the well being of
the slaves he wondered or simply to ensure that they could maintain maximum
effort.

Looking around he could see little of his surroundings. Behind and to his
right were nineteen other slaves chained to their oars. A wide platform
extended the length of the rowing pit at shoulder height.  In front of him
was another platform extending the width of the galley and in its centre
was a large drum. Above the platform was a railing beyond which he could
just see the top of a cabin. Everything else was hidden from view. The oar
in front of him was at this moment withdrawn from the water and the shaft
extended right across to the other side of the craft. Similarly the oar
from the other side rested in front of his. On the top this oar was a ring
inserted near to the end; the purpose of which David could only guess.
Suddenly another man appeared from below the railing and stood behind the
drum, in his hand a large wooden mallet. Immediately behind him crawled a
young slave boy. He knelt at the man's feet with his nose to the floor. The
drum sounded; one loud boom and as David looked up he felt the sting of
leather across his back. Behind him on the walkway stood a teenage boy,
whip in hand.

'Bow your forehead to your oar slave, The prince is coming aboard'.