Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 11:28:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slaveboys of muravia CH 15

Slave boys of Muravia CH 15

Throughout the meal David was conscious that the Prince was spending a lot
of the time he was not talking to Ramage, looking at him. He was kneeling
upright in a position of inspection, knees spread wide, hands locked behind
his bowed head. From time to time he heard the click of Prince Dumar's
fingers which signalled he must rise, bow and remove his plate, or refill
his wine glass or serve the next dish. Following the tawny skinned boy's
example he did not fail to bow again having performed the required service,
before kneeling once more and he made sure that each time he bowed, he
lowered his head to the level of his knees.

At the end of the meal when The Prince's table has been cleared Ramage
clapped his hands twice.  Another slave boy appeared to remove the
dishes. This boy, David quickly recognised as a boy he had first met in the
pens of the slave trainer Rani in Madrango.  He was called Alan and was
from San Francisco if he remembered correctly. He had spoken to him when
they were newly captured when he had been chained to the ring next to him
before being branded and prepared for their sale. This seemed a long time
ago now when neither of them had any idea about the life they were about to
live. Alan had guessed the reality of their situation well before David. He
knew that they had been kidnapped and were to be sold as slaves whilst
David could hardly believe it. Now Alan was Ramage's personal pleasure
slave; a gift from Prince Dumar to his secretary. The boy, still only in
his late teens had in common with all pleasure slaves, not a hair on his
body.  Numerous piercings, rings and chains adorned his body together with
a shiny gold collar. From the rings through his nipples and ears hung tiny
bells which jangled with his every movement. On his belly just above the
golden jewel encrusted cock cage was tattooed his slave number and above
that burned deep into the flesh of his belly, Ramage's personal slave
brand; this in addition to the ornate symbolic brand mark on his right
thigh worn by all Muravian slave boys. In one fleeting moment the two
slaves knew they recognised each other before he immediately dropped to his
knees and crawled to his master where he knelt up and then bowed his
forehead to the floor.  David could clearly see fresh marks of a cane
covering his buttocks together with fading purple and yellow more deeply
seated bruises.

Ramage ordered the boy to clear away the remains of the meal from the table
and then return to the cabin. The boy bowed again and quickly set about his
task. Laden with empty plates and dishes he backed to the door, bowed once
again and left. Prince Dumar and Ramage settled themselves on a couch at
the side of the cabin , the tawny slave holding The Prince's glass to one
side, David holding the secretary's on the other. David knew he must hold
up the glass within easy reach of the man relaxing on the couch. Within a
few minutes Ramage's slave returned, crawling with his nose to the
floor. He bowed to his master and knelt nose to floor at his master's
feet. Ramage decided he would enjoy the spectacle about to occur whilst his
own slave attended to his pleasure.  He unbuttoned the front of his
trousers, opened his thighs and clicked his fingers. The slave boy at his
feet knelt up, bowed, shuffled forward and instantly took his master's cock
in his mouth.

'Shall we see how the slave takes its punishment' said Ramage.

'Certainly' replied the Prince but I think we'll change the display slave
first'.

He ordered the tawny slave to release the wrists of the white skinned boy
who for the past two hours had knelt motionless at the side of the cabin
and then to swap places. The white boy lifted himself from the table and
immediately knelt nose to the floor. Meanwhile the tawny boy got onto the
table, positioned himself over the projecting phallus and lowered himself
quickly onto it. He knew he must not hesitate despite the pain as the wide
plug invaded his body. He then spread his thighs just as wide as he could
and placed his wrists, palms upwards on top of his knees. Without further
instruction he raised his head and stared straight across the cabin. The
Prince gave the white slave kneeling at his feet a kick.

'Secure the slave' he ordered. 'Then fetch the number 3 cane'.

The newly released slave knelt up, bowed and fastened the leather straps
holding the tawny slave's wrists tightly to his knees. Then he turned,
crawled to the cabinet on the wall of the cabin and selected the required
implement. He crawled back to The Prince, cane held between his teeth,
bowed and presented the cane to his master. He then bowed once more and
resumed his position at The Prince's feet. The tawny slave knew he would
now be the erotic display; a decoration for his master. The straps securing
his wrists to his knees made it impossible to rise but in reality they were
not needed; the boy knew very well that any movement would bring the pain
of a severe whipping later. For the next few hours he was to be an object
of visual pleasure for his master. An erotic statue to decorate his
master's cabin. But a living statue; a young captive male slave, not only
beautiful to look at but promising sexual delights beyond imagination for
his master anytime, anywhere he liked.

The Prince ordered David to place himself over the punishment bar; a
fitting always featuring in any accommodation he occupied. He then ordered
the white slave to secure David's wrists and ankles to rings set in the
floor. Rising from his chair he took hold of the cane and approached his
victim. He tested the firmness of David's buttocks and my means of screws
at each side raised the bar several inches higher.  David's heels were now
off the floor as were his hands and his whole body was stretched taut with
the bar pressing hard into his belly. The Prince ran his hands over the
backs of David's thighs and then his buttocks to check the tension. He
wanted the muscles of the slave's ass tightly stretched which situation
would make the pain of the caning much more intense.

'Now slave you will learn how I expect you to behave when I am making use
of your body. You will comply and submit to my demands instantly without
protest or noise.  When I have finished with your punishment and you are
released you will crawl to me and beg for it to repeated. Do you
understand'?

'Yes Your Highness' said David, the terror of what was to come sounding
clearly in his voice.

Prince Dumar gripped the cane and flexed it to feel its firmness. He knew
from experience that the number three would cause intense pain and yet
would not break the skin unless too many strokes was administered. Although
he wanted to teach the slave a lesson it would not forget he did not want
to damage the slave as it was not strictly his property but that of his
young friend Rico.  grabbing hold of David's balls he squeezed hard.

''You must learn to make no protest or reaction of any kind when a master
handles his property, understand slave'?

'Yes your highness' replied David.

'You must learn to take your master's cock inside you and use your ass
muscles to provide him with the most satisfying and intense pleasures,
understand slave'?

'Yes your highness' again David replied.

The Prince took a few practice swings and watched as David's slave buttocks
convulsed with the fearful sound of the cane cutting through the air. He
wanted to see those buttocks dance and was determined to make the first
blow as severe as possible so that the slave knew right from the start the
terrible pain he was about to endure.  Raising the cane high he brought it
down with a powerful swing right across the middle of both cheeks.  He
smiled. it was a deeply satisfying sound and sight watching those cheeks
squirm. David fought hard to avoid a scream of agony bursting from his
lips. His whole body shook as the tightly stretched flesh of his buttocks
absorbed the power of the blow. As the cane contacted David's buttocks
there was a resounding crack. The thin line of flesh momentarily
compressed, soaking up the full energy of the strike and as it did so
thousands of tiny blood vessels beneath the skin ruptured. A split second
later that damage appeared on the surface as a vivid red line showing
clearly where the cane had hit. Instantly a vicious flash of pain rushed to
David's brain which lasted for several seconds. Prince Dumar relished this
moment knowing the unbelievable pain the slave must be feeling at this
moment and the sense of terror for the unending torment to come. He was no
mood to hurry and debated in his mind where to land the next blow. An
expert with the whip and the cane he could land a blow on a slave with
precision. Would he go higher, lower or would he place the second blow
right on top of the first.

In the event he went lower, a bright red line appearing at the top of
David's thighs. He knew that this was even more painful than the centre of
the buttocks and smiled at the helpless slave boy wrenching at his
bonds. David had forced himself not made a sound but he wondered how much
longer he could keep silent. The pain from each strike was worse that he
had ever experienced.  perhaps it was the cane or maybe The Prince was
laying it on harder than any master before. He was breathing hard, gasping
for every breath as this seemed to give some relief in the split second
after the cane hit him but he knew that almost as soon as the pain eased
another line of fire would explode across his flesh.

The Prince knew only too well what the slave must be thinking so he varied
the interval between strikes. It would be steeling itself for the next
strike which did not come when expected. Then, when the slave relaxed a
little, would be the time for the next one. It came later than David
expected, the cane striking right onto the point where the first blow had
landed but this time on already injured skin. A scream of anguish erupted
from David's throat only to be quickly cut short as he realised his failure
to obey. The Prince knew that the slave could not suffer in silence unless
tightly gagged. It was only newly enslaved unlike his personal pleasure
slave who had served him for nearly a year. He referred of course to the
tawny skinned boy who he had been captured at sea by pirates sailing from
Madrango. This boy he had recognised immediately as a potential pleasure
slave when he had been brought ashore and exhibited for the first time
naked and in chains. The boy has been shaved of his hairs, branded, pierced
and ringed and taught how to display himself for the buyers attending the
auction. He purchased him immediately. As an untrained captive his training
had been particularly challenging and painful but one that The Prince had
followed with relish. The boy was at this moment kneeling motionless like a
statue on the bench having learnt the agonising consequences of failing to
obey its master to the letter but it had taken several months of whippings
and canings to achieve that level of abject obedience and submission.

The whole strength of The Prince's arm was now concentrated on the twin
cheeks of David's ass for the next blow and a deep howl exploded from his
being. David tugged and pulled with all his strength to get free but to no
avail.

'I will teach you obedience slave' and I will continue until you have made
no sound for ten strokes.  So it's up to you' said The Prince, his hand
already in the air for the next stroke.

David was firmly secured over the bar with his thighs and legs and ankles
pulled out wide, his buttocks were stretched tightly, perfectly presented
for the cane. His wrists were secured tightly to rings in the floor so that
try as he may he could move hardly an inch. The bench was a little under a
metre up off the floor and thus his buttocks were now perfectly positioned
for its punishment.  David heard the swish of the cane as it cut the air
and then another blinding flash of pain exploded in his brain. The next
stroke had viciously found that special spot at the top of both
thighs. With a supreme effort he choked off the cry of anguish but it took
all of his will power to keep his lips tightly shut.

'Excellent slave' remarked The Prince. 'That is number one'.

Within seconds the cane slashed into David's buttocks again. He had not
expected the next blow so soon after the last and cried out both in
surprise and the searing pain in his flesh.

'Now we will start again' said The Prince, delight clearly showing in his
voice. 'You will learn obedience if nothing else before I've finished,
understand slave boy'?

'Yes Your highness' spluttered David.

David knew his suffering would not end until he endured the terrible pain
of The prince's cane for ten consecutive blows. He steeled himself for the
next. It came instantly and he forced his lips tightly shut. He knew it
would get harder and harder as time went on but he also knew that he must
obey or the torture would never end.  By the ninth blow the muscles of his
jaw ached with the effort to remain silent. But silent he remained as The
Prince's cane slashed into the same spots again and again.  His whole boy
now quivered as he anticipated where the next blow would strike.  He was
breathing heavily but he dare not relax his jaw.  When the tenth blow
landed David made not a sound.

The Prince rubbed the cane lightly over the flaming red weals that covered
David's buttocks down to the tops of his thighs. He knew the slave would
have relaxed. Then suddenly he swung the cane again striking hard the very
centre of the reddened tortured flesh, now darkening to a deeper
purple. David gritted his teeth; he had learned a painful lesson. One that
he was sure all of the slave boys in the room had learnt judging by the
instant unquestioning obedience each had demonstrated. He had watched as
his fellow slave Alan had served after the meal and how he instantly took
Ramage's cock in his mouth at the click of his master's fingers. He
wondered if Alan had suffered such punishments from his master before he
would submit and obey. He also wondered if the two would ever be able to
talk.

The Prince dropped the cane and returned to his seat. He ordered his white
skinned slave to release David's bonds. David quickly dropped to the floor,
crawled to The Prince and kissed his boots. Then he knelt up, bowed and
placed his nose to the floor. Ramage had enjoyed several climaxes whilst
watching the caning, each time ejecting copious amounts of cum into the
throat of his slave. He clicked his fingers twice and the alan licked his
master's cock clean, then drew back, bowed and similarly knelt, nose to the
floor. Ramage and The Prince looked at each other smiling.  Ramage ordered
his slave to reach behind and spread his ass cheeks.

'Lick this slave's ass' he ordered David.

David quickly knelt up, bowed to the secretary and moved to place his mouth
directly behind Alan.  Instantly he placed his tongue between the other
slave's ass cheeks and began to lick.

'I hope you have learnt a lesson in obedience slave' said The Prince.

'The slave does seems to have learnt its lesson' remarked Ramage.

The Prince ordered his white slave to fetch refreshment and after bowing
the slave left the cabin crawling nose to the floor. In a moment he
returned carrying a tray containing two glasses of wine.  The slave bowed,
knelt and held the glass for The Prince to take. He stood, bowed again and
moved to stand beside Ramage where he repeated the process. He then placed
the tray on the table and knelt. The Prince turned to his secretary.

'These two slaves have a similar background don't they' he said.

'Yes' replied Ramage, 'The slaver Rani Lamula sold them both in the market
of Koran. They were part of a consignment of Earth slaves. Rani always
picks the best'.

'I remember' said Prince Dumar. You can always find white boys in that
market. These Earth boys make excellent pleasure slaves eventually after
training'.

'Yes but they do not accept their status easily' added Ramage unlike the
black boys from the North.

'Well it doesn't matter if they do or not. It can be more enjoyable knowing
that its final submission is not in doubt ' said The Prince. 'The outcome
for a slave is the same no matter its background or how much it resists'.

Ramage looked down at Alan and David on the floor at his and The Prince's
feet. He smiled. He could find no fault in their postures. They knelt
exactly as they had been taught, noses pressed to the floor, backs arched,
their asses raised and their thighs widely spread. He recalled the sessions
he had enjoyed in breaking the will of the boy The Prince had given him, as
every trace of its former life had been expunged from its mind. Then had
followed its training to turn it into the obedient object of pleasure he
required.

'Would you like the use of the two tonight in your cabin' said The Prince.

'Is master Rico's slave on the rowing benches in the morning' enquired
Ramage.

'I will see it joins a later shift' required The Prince

'Then I should be delighted' replied Ramage

He clicked his fingers.

'Wait for me in my cabin' he ordered.

David and Alan knelt up, bowed their foreheads to the floor and crawled
backwards from The Prince's cabin.

Aron's tongue was extremely sore from the three piercings that had been
made at the end but as he knelt between his master's thighs he knew he must
make every effort to please him despite the pain. After the obligatory bow
of his head to the floor he shuffled forwards and extended his tongue. He
focussed initially on the underside of Vazier's already rock hard organ
near the tip where he knew the nerve endings were concentrated and was
rewarded with an instant shudder of the thick black organ between his
lips. As he massaged the sensitive flesh with the tiny rings he sensed
copious amounts pre cum spreading over his tongue. Vazier had anticipated
discovering how the addition of the rings would improve the pleasure the
slave's tongue would provide and his cock was already dripping. Aron
quickly swallowed before returning his tongue to the leaking bulbous cock
head. Moving forward he took the full measure of his master's thick black
cock to the back of his throat and then proceeded to lick and suck along
the entire length with a slow forward and backwards movement of his
head. Then, after a few minutes he, moved the tip of his tongue back to the
underside of the cock head. Vazier shuddered once more as he felt the newly
inserted rings stimulating the under surface of his cock.  Aron felt more
pre cum on his tongue and swallowed quickly. Then he resumed his worship of
his master's cock.

Vazier was savouring the moment. He knew very well what pleasures a slave's
tongue should bring but these rings added altogether another dimension. Not
wanting to cum too soon he ordered Aron to be still. He turned to Marindar.

These rings on its tongue are wonderful. I was afraid I was going to shoot
too soon.  However I have a feeling that the barbels might be even better.
Have them changed for tomorrow would you please'.

'Certainly' replied Marindar.

Vazier clicked his fingers.

'Continue slave' he ordered.

Aron continued to suck, alternating between using his lips and tongue of
his master's whole length and concentrating just on the cock head with the
ringed tip of his tongue. From time to time he licked more copious amounts
of pre cum oozing from his master's piss slit. Vazier's breathing
increased. Would he order the slave to stop again? He knew if he didn't
then he would have to release. Suddenly he realised that it had gone too
far. His cock was jerking as wave after wave of the most incredibly
delicious feelings of lust consumed him.  Now there was no chance of
holding back. His hips shuddered. A long low moan of desire burst from his
lips as his cock pumped load after load down Aron's throat.

Feeling the hot creamy cum filling his mouth Aron renewed his efforts,
swallowing continuously, making sure that not a drop leaked from his
mouth. He sucked and swallowed until he felt no more of his master's cum on
his tongue. Then he continued his previous efforts using the very end of
his tongue to stimulate and excite further the bulbous tip of the organ
that filled his mouth. Aron knew that his servitude to his master's cock
would only end when Vazier ordered it so by a click of his fingers.  He had
learnt the routing very quickly during his initial training after being
sold to the cruel man who now owned him.

'Clean me now slave' he ordered.

Aron sucked and licked every trace of cum from his master's cock which was
by now becoming soft. Finally he drew back, knelt up and bowed his forehead
to the floor. He then knelt, nose to the floor, thighs wide, ass raised as
high as he could. Vazier turned to Marindar.

'You were right my friend. This is a fantastic improvement. Fit the
barbells tonight and we'll have them on display at the auction tomorrow. My
customers will be able to experience for themselves what an improvement
this modification makes to their pleasure'.

Listening to this Aron wondered what the next day would bring. One thing he
was sure of was that it would be full of humiliation and degradation for
him. As usual Aron served Vazier and Marindar their evening meal. There
were protocols to follow and he made sure he followed them exactly. If he
made the slightest mistake or failed to bow sufficiently low when he set
down a plate or took it away he knew he would feel the cane. If his
posture, as he waited beside them at table was not correct he would also
feel it so he paid every attention to detail as he had been taught. After
he had cleared everything away from the table Marindar led Aron back across
the yard to the room where he had earlier pierced the slaveboy's
tongue. Removing the rings he quickly replaced them with short barbells
with balls at each end and screwed them tight. Then, returning to the main
building he allowed the boy to eat from a bowl placed on the floor in the
kitchen. Another bowl contained water which Aron drank down quickly.  If he
was summoned by his master's bell he had just a few seconds to be at his
feet, nose to the floor.

The bell sounded only too soon. He had eaten only half of the contents of
the bowl. On his knees he scrambled to kneel before his master, bowed and
knelt. Beside Vazier knelt a young black slave boy. He knelt not with his
nose to the floor but upright holding a glass within Vazier's reach. Vazier
spoke.

'Take the slave to its cell please Marindar. It will have a very busy day
tomorrow so I want it rested.  This trainee here will have its education
extended tonight'.

From the corner of his eye Aron could just see the boy. He could not have
been more that about sixteen he thought but he wore all the familiar
trappings of a slave. The tight fitting collar, the piercings, the rings
and the chains together with the golden cock cage, all marked him
unmistakably as a pleasure slave. Vazier took the glass from the boy's
hands and emptied it in one gulp. Then he stood, whished his chief slave
master a good night and left the room. The young black slave boy hurried
quickly behind him on hands and knees, his chains rattling on the stone
floor of the passageway outside the room.

Marindar fastened a neck chain to Aron's collar and jerked him to his
feet. As he was led across the yard to the slave pens Aron wondered what
humiliations he would have to endure in the morning.  Marindar opened the
door and entered the building containing the pens. He pushed Aron into one
of three iron cages fastened to one of the walls inside and locked the door
shut. Briefly he looked down at the slave already kneeling with his head
bowed. He wanted so much to feel that slave's newly pierced tongue but knew
he would have to wait. Then his thoughts turned to his own slave who he
knew would have prepared his bed and would now be kneeling beside it. His
cock stirred between his thighs as he anticipated the pleasures this boy
would give. Aron settled down on the thin straw filled mattress that was
the only item in the cage and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Next morning he was awakened by the door to the pens being thrown open. The
young black boy he had seen the previous night placed two bowls beneath the
iron grill of his cage. As the boy turned to leave he could clearly see a
multitude of raised welts covering the boy's buttocks. They were inflamed
and Aron knew from their appearance that the boy had received a severe
beating.  He guessed that the young slave's efforts in the Master's bed
chamber had not been sufficiently pleasing. He remembered his own painful
training and felt sorry for the boy who was clearly at the beginning of
his. It would be training that would soon turn him into a perfect object
for his master's pleasure. A sex object that would obey instantly and
without thinking every command of his master and strive constantly to
increase his master's pleasure. It would be a striving born out of fear for
what would happen if he failed.

Aron stretched his limbs and quickly devoured the mushy paste which filled
one of the bowls washing it down with water from the other bowl.  He
squatted over the hole in the floor of the cage and relieved himself and
emptied his bowels. He knew he must be ready for whatever the day would
bring when Marindar returned. He did not have to wait long. Outside in the
centre of yard were two small single seat carts, their single central poles
resting on the ground. Aron knew what would happen next. Marindar ordered
him to stand, legs spread astride the end of one of the bars which he then
lifted up between the slave's legs. With one sharp push he thrust the pole
upwards between the buttocks. Aron gasped as the thick ribbed plug entered
his ass. Fortunately the plug had been greased so it was merely the pain of
his suddenly stretched anus that he had to deal with. Marindar open the
metal cuff at the end of the pole, placed it around Aron's cock and balls
and snapped it shut behind the cock cage. Next he clipped Aron's wrist
cuffs together behind his back and fastened them to his collar with a short
chain. He reached round behind the buttocks and gave the bar a sharp tug
downwards. Then, satisfied that the cart and slave were firmly attached he
returned inside. Aron felt the pain slowly begin to subside as the muscles
of his anus got used to the plug but he knew that once pulling the cart
with his master in the seat it would quickly return.

Minutes passed before Marindar returned leading a black slave boy who he
instructed to stand over the pole of the second cart. From the marks on the
boys's buttocks it was the same slave who have served the master that night
and who had been severely caned for his lack of effort in the bedchamber.
When the plug entered the boy's ass he shrieked. Marindar immediately
dropped the pole, unclipped his whip from his belt and lashed the boy's
buttocks ten times.

'You will remain silent when I secure you to the cart, understand slave
boy' he shouted.

'Yes master' replied the boy sobbing.

Now when Marindar lifted the pole there was no sound as the plug invaded
the boy's anus. No sound that was but for the young slave's continued
sobbing.

'You will learn slave that your master will accept nothing but perfection'
Marindar remarked as he fastened the boy's wrists high up between his
shoulder blades.

Aron could see the boy's chest heaving as he fought back his tears. The boy
was very young and clearly new to his slavery. His buttocks bore witness to
a recent and severe caning. Aron thought back to the moment his ship had
been captured; to when he had been placed in irons and been forced to kneel
before the pirate captain. He remembered the first time he had been whipped
immediately after landing in Madrango and meeting the slave master Rani. So
much had happened since then. The training had been painful in the extreme,
all thoughts of resistance beaten out of him with whips, canes, belts and
painful bondage transforming him into the abject slave boy he now was. He
must accept every demand of his master however painful or humiliating and
knew that the only thing demanded of him was his absolute submission and
instant obedience. The young black slave had a long way to go before he
could accept this, Aron thought.

There was a sound on the gravel as Vazier and Marindar strode quickly
across the yard. Aron quickly dropped to one knee and bowed his
head. Seeing Aron's reaction the young black slave boy followed suit. Aron
felt the weight of the pole between his legs as his master climbed into the
cart. Then the sting of the whip across his buttocks as Vazier ordered him
to his feet. Marindar stood in front of the kneeling slave and ordered him
to lift his head. Then he slapped the young boy hard across the face.

'You will learn to kneel more quickly when a master approaches' he said.

Then Marindar took his seat' lashed his whip across the boy's buttocks and
ordered him to stand.  The two men looked at each other smiling. Then with
another two lashes of their whips the two carts started to move. Aron felt
the strain of getting the cart moving, painfully on his cock and balls.
but once out of the yard it eased as he maintained a steady pace. Most
carts had two poles attached to a slave's waist belt. These single pole
carts were unique to his master Vazier who had a large chunk of the market
in slave equipment. Aron knew that they were on their way to the market
where he had been sold and that he and a large selection of goods would be
on display for the owners of recently purchased slaves to buy. There would
be every conceivable item of slave restraint, chains, cuffs, collars,
spreader bars, clamps, ropes, whips, canes, harnesses, rings for piercings,
gags, plugs, branding irons, and of course the single pole slave cart. As
they made their way Aron felt the reins tugging repeatedly on his balls as
Vazier navigated the cart through the streets. He wondered how the young
slave boy behind was doing. It was obvious that this was the first time he
had pulled a cart of this sort; probably the first time he had pulled a
slave cart of any sort. The tall gates of the market of Koran swung open as
the two carts approached. With a lash of his whip across Aron's buttocks he
halted the cart to be greeted personally by the owner himself.  The two
exchanged greetings.

'How many' asked Vazier.

'I have twenty four slaves for sale today' reported Koran. 'and all of them
recently captured'.

'Superb' replied Vazier, 'so all of them unaccustomed to their status'.

This news was like music to the ears of the merchant. There would be many
opportunities for sales as the purchasers of these boys considered
additional equipment they would need. He lashed Aron twice and continued
into the yard where the slave boys to be sold that morning were lined up
for their final inspection before the auction. Each was chained by the
collar to a ring set in the platform on which they stood, legs spread wide,
heads up, hands on heads, eyes staring straight ahead, the standard
position for inspection. The handlers moved slowly down the line,
correcting with their whips any boy whose posture was not exactly that
required. Vazier counted fifteen white boys amongst the two dozen on
display. Most of these trembled as the handlers, two at a time,
approached. Many were in tears as their bodies were examined for any rogue
hair that might have been missed. In the market of Koran a naked slave was
truly naked. Occasionally a boy would protest as a handler passed his hand
over a boy's buttocks or reached between his legs to lift and inspect his
balls but the swift application of one of the handler's whips quickly
showed the boy the error of his ways. The black boys on the other hand
generally stood passively, seemingly having already come to terms with
their situation and the future that awaited them. The anxious appearance
with the white boys did not concern Koran at all. In fact quite the
opposite. The appearance of a terrified white slave boy on the auction
block for the first time caught the buyers attention and considerably
increased his value. He knew that each of the bidders would imagine the boy
in his collar and chains suffering the anguish of his training and he would
anticipate with relish the boy's eventual surrender submission to his will.

On the opposite side of the compound near to the exit from the sales hall
Vazier's stall had been set up. Two of his household slaves had already
placed examples of all the equipment needed to control, punish or embellish
a slave's body on the tables. Aron and the young slave boy were released
from their carts and placed on their knees, one at each end of the stall.

The slave boys who had been prepared for sale were now chained together one
behind the other and being led into the sales hall where they would shortly
be paraded one by one before the buyers. Each of the buyers would have in
his possession a catalogue with details of all the items for sale. Details
such as age, origin, vital measurements etc would all be recorded. Vazier
knew that until a few boys had been sold he would have few
customers. Marindar could handle them and he decided to join the crowd of
buyers in the hall. Vazier was not looking for another slave but if one
appealed to him he might consider buying. He glanced swiftly through the
catalogue. Five earth boys and ten from Aron's country made up the white
skinned contingent. The rest were boys had been captured in skirmishes near
the northern borders of the state.

Vazier settled in his seat and signalled for a slave to fetch him a
drink. Almost immediately the first boy was dragged onto the stage. After
several applications of the handler's whips the boy had quietened down
sufficiently for them to let go of him though one handler still had hold of
the long chain attached to his collar. The boy, the first of the earth
slaves was clearly terrified and stood head lowered hiding his cock with
his hands. When the auctioneer ordered him to stand up straight spread his
legs and place his hands on his head he refused to move. The handler's whip
landed hard three times across the slave's buttocks. Now he moved quick as
lightening and assumed the position. Loud cheers erupted from the crowd;
the boy learned his first lesson. Described as 19 years old the boy had a
superb body as indeed all of Koran's merchandise had. His cock was small
but now jutted forwards exposing two perfectly formed balls beneath. He was
ordered to assume various positions to show his body to the best advantage
with which he reluctantly complied. But when the auctioneer ordered him to
turn around, to bend double and spread his buttocks wide the whip had to be
applied three more times before he would present his fuck hole properly to
the buyers. When he eventually knelt, knees spread wide facing the crowd
there were tears running down his face.


The boy sold for 290 Thalars which Vazier thought was quite a cheap
price. It was an attractive specimen which, after training, would make a
superb pleasure slave. However his interest was focussed on lot number
three. Lot number 3 was a sixteen year old boy from Mareah the country
where his last purchase the slave Aron had originated. Aron was shaping up
nicely and he thought it would be nice to have another slave boy from that
place. Like Aron the boy had been captured at sea by a Muravian raider and
immediately placed in irons. On arrival in Madrango he had been selected as
pleasure slave material and prepared accordingly. Boys from Mareah knew
well the threat posed by Muravian slave ships and their trading vessels
always stayed well away from Muravian waters. However his ship must have
strayed and once sighted would have been quickly over taken by the
slaver. The crew would have seen the raider closing on them and known at
once that their fate was sealed. When boarded they would have offered
little resistance.  It would have been just a few minutes before they were
kneeling naked in irons before their new masters

Sales at the marker of Koran usually progressed quickly and Vazier did not
have to wait long before lot 3 was led to the front of the stage. After
initial processing the boy was completely hairless. His buttocks and the
front of his thigh bore the common Muravian slave brand and a thick ring
encircled the base of his cock and balls. Another ring protruded from the
slit at the tip. As he eyed the boy up and down he found it amusing to
think that his cock would soon be confined in a tight cage and that the boy
would never again be able to touch it let alone cum. Unlike the first boy
this slave was clearly aware of what was expected though he appeared very
shy and nervous. He was trembling as he was ordered to the front of the
stage, there to kneel, knees spread wide and bow to the crowd. As the boy
was put through a series of poses Vazier recognised immediately this
slave's potential. Similar to his Marean slave Aron, he had the most
perfectly formed buttocks he had seen on a slave for a long time. From
experience he knew that fifteen or sixteen year old boys make the best
pleasure slaves. The boy was clearly frightened at the sight of the
handlers whips and obeyed quickly all of the auctioneer's
instructions. Clearly he would respond well to training.  When he bent
double and spread his buttocks to expose his beautifully tight fuck hole
the crowd roared their approval. Then as he resumed a position of full
display he blushed from head to toes.  One of the handler's whips landed
hard across his buttocks and he was ordered to spread his legs wider, suck
in his belly and thrust his hips forward. Again the crowd cheered at the
boy's instant obedience despite the look of absolute terror on his
face. Vazier decided at that moment he would have this boy no matter what
the price. With the Prince currently away he knew he had a good chance.

Impatient to get on he opened the bidding at 200 thalars to gasps of
surprise from the crowd. This was immediately countered with a bid of
250. Bidding was swift, The potential of the boy was obvious. Towards the
end just three bidders remained and the price had risen to 350. The
handler's whip slashed his buttocks again and the boy jumped with fright
much to the amusement of the crowdd. He was ordered to kneel right at the
very front of the stage, Lift his head up and stare straight
ahead. Vazier's cock was now rapidly hardening as the boy complied. His
instant response to the application of the whip sent murmurs of approval
around the room.  It seemed that, despite his nervousness and the tears
running down his face, the boy already accepted his slavery as, without
being told, he spread his legs unbelievably wide. The gesture did not go
unnoticed by the three remaining bidders who leaned forward in their
seats. The boy's cock jutted proudly ahead with shiny thread of precum
dripping from the ring at the tip to collect in a pool on the stage. The
auctioneer ordered him to lick it up, swallow and then to resume his
position.  Immediately he complied.

Vazier pre-empted further competition by bidding 400 thalars. He could
afford it and the boy would earn him the money back within a few weeks. It
was not often that a sixteen year old slave boy came on the market let
alone one promising such delights as this one. He knew that if Prince Dumar
was at the sale he would have no chance of getting this superb young
slave. The gong sounded for the end of the sale and the slave was his. He
gave orders for the boy to be immediately taken into the yard and chained
at the end of his stall. Then he stood and swiftly left the room. On the
way out he signed for the boy, the price merely being added to his account.

Vazier was pleased to observe several customers gathered around his
stall. Marindar had made many sales of equipment already and Aron was busy
with a customer's cock in his mouth. The slave had been kneeling with his
tongue extended to show off the barbels and, for a small sum, customers
were allowed to try the effect.  Already several orders for tongue piercing
had been taken. Vazier selected a cock cage for his new young slave and
ordered him to stand at display. The boy complied, instantly spreading his
legs wide and placing his hands on his head. It was the position he had
been taught as preparation for his sale. Then remembering the handler's
whip,, he sucked in his belly and thrust his hips forward. Vazier selected
a small cage whose construction left the cock visible inside. He removed
the ring piercing the head of the cock and inserted in its place the inner
component of the cage which he located through the piercing. This
effectively trapped the boy's cock making escape impossible. Clearly the
piercing was quite fresh though full healing had not taken place as the
skin at the tip of the cock was still slightly inflamed. He guessed it must
have been done on the ship when he was captured. Now Vazier fitted the
cage, securing it with a lock to the ring already in place around the cock
and balls. The cage was fitted on the inside with sharp spikes designed to
teach the slave quickly that he was now an object of pleasure for his
master and there would be no sexual pleasure ever again for him. He knew
from experience that it would make the slave concentrate solely on pleasing
his master.

'Kneel and kiss my boots' ordered Vazier.