Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 06:47:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slave boys or Muravia CH 16

CH 16

Alan and David crawled quickly to the secretary's cabin. They were used to
crawling as all slave boys must, knowing full well that if they did not do
so and were seen they would be whipped. Once inside the cabin they
embraced, hugging each other tightly. Neither Alan nor David were gay in
their former lives but now it seemed natural to embrace in this way.  Since
that dreadful day when they were sold they had been whipped and caned into
submission to become the personal slaves and sexual objects of pleasure for
their masters. Never could they have dreamed that such a life existed.

Alan described how he been bought by The Prince and immediately undergone
the most painful and humiliating programme of training. Even now as he
described being taken before The Prince for the first time he was shaking
as he recalled the absolute terror of the encounter. Nothing could have
prepared him for the whippings, the painful torture of his body and the
degrading sexual acts he had been forced to perform. David described how he
had been bought by a rich lord as a present for his son Rico. How he had
been sent to the irrigation pumps to develop his physique and now as a
galley slave all for the purpose of developing his muscles necessary for
him to become a match for the father's pony slave. Now as they embraced
both boys eyes were full with tears as they took comfort from each
other. It was a moment of respite from the constant humiliation and
degradation of a slave boy's life in this terrible place.  Breaking their
embrace David looked closely at Alan. He felt as if he had found a long
lost friend but in reality they had only known each other for the few days
before they were sold in Madrango.  He remembered that it was Alan that
first recognised their predicament. It was he that realised first that
they, like the other boys in the pen, had been kidnapped, transported and
were now slaves.

David looked deeply into Alan's eyes. He remembered him as they had first
been together. Now as their eyes met he could see only deep sadness and
despair ingrained in his face. There was nothing, no spark of life, just
the total hopelessness of his situation emanating from his tear filled
eyes; the sad dejected eyes of a slave boy. David could tell that he had
suffered but he could also tell that his friend's spirit was gone. The boy
he had met so briefly was no longer there, replaced by the tortured face of
a broken slave.

David moved away to look more closely at the boy he had known so briefly.
Alan now wore an ornate band of plaited gold strips around his neck woven
into a seamless torc. At the front there hung a small disk with initials
carved on it. There were similar bands around his wrists and ankles and
from his nose there hung a gold ring about an inch in diameter. Similar
rings pierced his nipples and a short chain was secured between them. But
the thing that attracted most attention was the band around the base of his
cock. Woven like his neck torc there was again no join. Also woven into the
band was his cock cage, again fashioned from many strips of gold.  There
was no lock; it was as if the device had been placed on him whilst it was
being fashioned.

Alan confirmed that he had been strapped down for several hours while the
goldsmiths had woven the strips around his neck, wrists, ankles and
genitals, welding them together bit by bit. As well as the wide band at the
base of his cock there was a smaller band around each of his balls which
served to stretch them down and separate them.  Alan also confirmed that,
incorporated into the inside of the sleeve were tiny spikes that bit
painfully into his cock if it ever started to get hard.  David looked on
fascinated by the beauty of the workmanship and repulsed by the absolute
cruelty of the device. He could only imagine the humiliation and
degradation his friend had suffered in the fitting of this instrument of
unremitting torture. He considered that his own cock cage which had been
simply locked in place was torture enough but this was beyond imagination.
Alan turned around exposing the multitude of angry red stripes and raised
weals covering his buttocks and the backs of his thighs. He had clearly
been caned only recently. Then he broke down. Tears flooding from his eyes,
he grasped hold of his fellow slave and pulled him close.  Between the sobs
and gasps he exclaimed the utter helplessness of the situation, pleading
for David to help him. But David could not help. He tried to calm Alan
down, encouraging him to be strong. But Alan stilled sobbed.


All too soon they heard footsteps approaching. instantly they broke their
embrace and knelt facing the cabin door, knees spread wide, heads bowed. As
Ramage entered they bowed their foreheads to the floor. Without a word Alan
quickly crawled to his master's feet and kissed them.  He removed the
boots, kissed his master's bare feet and placed a soft slipper on each.  He
then moved a pace back, bowed his head to the floor and knelt at his
master's feet. Ramage looked at the trembling slave boy at his feet.

'You slaves have been talking havn't you'? he asked.

'Yes master' replied Alan.

Alan knew that if he lied then the punishment that was coming would be far
more severe. Ramage knew that the slave boy would admit to disobedience
even if he had not talked to the other slave and he smiled inwardly
revelling in the control he had over his slaves.

'Fetch the number three cane' he ordered.

Alan bowed, crawled to the rack on the cabin wall and returned, the cane
grasped between his teeth. he bowed again his forehead to the floor.

'Give the cane to this slave' he said.

Quickly Alan obeyed, handing the cane to David.

'Now slave' he said, addressing David. 'You will cane my slave for its
disobedience, ten strokes. You will cane it hard and if I don't think it's
hard enough the number will be doubled'.

Ramage clicked his fingers twice. Alan stood, spread his legs wide and bent
to grasp his ankles.  David took the cane in his hand and raised his
arm. He hated what he was being forced to do. He knew he had to swing the
cane hard. He knew it was going to hurt his friend but he knew he had no
choice. Such was the life of a slave boy in this awful place, destined to
serve such cruel masters for life. The sound of the cane as it slashed into
the twin cheeks of Alan's buttocks echoed around the cabin. Buttocks
already crisscrossed with fading purple marks now wore another angry red
stripe. David looked at Alan's master.

'Continue slave' he said 'and keep your eyes lowered. You should know
better'.

David raised the cane and once again slashed it down. Alan steeled himself
to silence as the pain of the blow rushed to his brain.  Had he cried out
it would have been disobedience. Knowing only too well that it was better
to get the pain over quickly rather than wait for it to subside between
blows David delivered the remaining blows quickly. Alan's buttocks now
sported 10 bright red stripes and deep angry weals rapidly swelling above
the surrounding skin. David lowered the cane and dropped to his knees
making sure he kept his eyes lowered. He could clearly see the frightful
angry stripes he had caused on his friend's body, the colour slowly
changing to a deep purple, the redness spreading wider. And now the
prominent ridges where the skin, damaged by the action of the cane, had
swollen. Alan remained grasping his ankles, his breathing slowly returning
to normal.  Then, when Ramage clicked his fingers, he instantly dropped to
his knees, faced his master, bowed and crawled to kiss his feet. Ramage
kicked his slave away and ordered him to pick up the cane.  'Now you will
give this slave 10 strokes, it will teach it that slaves here do not talk
between themselves, ever. And if the slave's ass is not as red as yours is
now you will be punished further, understand slave? slaves need to learn
how to behave in this world'! David's heart filled with terror at these
words. Sure he would not be caned again so soon after he had suffered at
the hand of The Prince.

'Punishment position now slave'

David quickly bowed his face to the floor and then assumed the position
exactly as his friend had moments before. He knew the position would cause
the maximum pain. He knew The Prince's Secretary cared nothing for the
feelings of a slave. He knew the cane would be laid on extremely hard and
that his friend in slavery had no choice but to obey his master. But the
intensity of the first blow and the pain it caused was quite as severe as
he had ever experienced. As the heavy unyielding rod bit into his tightly
stretched flesh a lightning bolt of agony exploded in his brain.  Seconds
later he heard the frightful swish of the cane as it cut the air and
another searing stab of pain enveloped his consciousness. He screamed for
mercy.

'PLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSS,MASTER PLEEEAAASSSSSEE'

'Silence slave' Ramage shouted. You will learn that slave boys here are not
permitted to make any sound without permission.  That is why you are being
punished. You saw that my slave remained silent.; it knows what is
expected. The punishment will start again'.

'Start again slave' he added.

Alan raised his arm once more. This was the worst thing in the world but as
a Muravian slave boy he had no choice. He brought the cane slashing down on
the defenceless buttocks of his friend.  David's whole body shuddered. He
nearly lost his balance but he clenched his teeth keeping his mouth tightly
shut. On the sixth blow his knees sagged to the floor but he instantly
recovered the position, spreading his legs wide and grasping his ankles
tight.

'You are learning slave' said Ramage.

David knew there were only four more to go. If he could only hold out that
long the awful pain would stop. He must remain silent. Alan knew the
torment his friend was suffering but he also knew he must continue to hit
him hard; it would be better for both of them in the end. He raised the
cane and struck again, four more times trying hard to avoid the skin
already damaged. After the tenth blow he lowered his arm, turned to his
master, bowed and knelt.  Ramage ordered him to replace the cane in its
rack. His cock was by now rock hard. He liked nothing better than watching
a slave boy suffering under the application of a whip or cane. He ordered
the two boys to stand up, turn away, bend forward and grasp their
ankles. He placed a hand on each boy's ass, feeling the burning heat of
their buttocks and the many painful ridges crisscrossing the tortured
flesh. A smile spread across his face, knowing the agony each boy must now
be feeling. He felt no pity. These were just slaves, brought here against
their will, subjugated and trained to serve.

'Here your masters require absolute and instant obedience from slaves' he
said. 'You are slaves.  Any disobedience will be severely punished. Do you
understand slave boys'?

'Yes master' the two replied, their voices shaky, trembling from the trauma
they had just endured.

Ramage's voice was quite but his mocking tone was very clear.

'Good, now turn, bow, kneel, knees wide, get your slave noses to the floor'
Ramage barked out the command.

Instantly David and Alan straighten up, turned towards Ramage, spread their
legs wide and with arms locked behind their backs bowed their heads down to
their knees. Then they knelt, spread their thighs at the required 90
degrees and placed their foreheads to the floor. Satisfied with the speed
of the boy's response Ramage retired to the comfort of his chair.

'Better' said the Secretary. 'Now you will attend to my pleasure'.

He stepped forward and place his boot on Alan's shoulders.

'You boy will mount the pedestal and assume the display slave position. I
wish to have something delightful to watch whilst I relax before going to
bed. And you had better not move a muscle'.

Ramage then placed his boot on David's shoulders.

'You slave will undress me, serve me a glass of wine and then pay attention
to the needs of my cock'.




Ailon dropped to his knees and kissed the boots of the man standing before
him.  He was in a state of total shock. A week ago he had turned sixteen
and had started as a deckhand on his first voyage at sea. Now he was
kneeling naked in chains at a slave market in a strange city. In the last
few days he had been shaved of all his hair, collared and branded. Then he
had been whipped into submission until he surrendered all will and been
forced to obey the demands of his captors.  A few moments ago he had been
led naked onto a stage and displayed in front of men who had bid to own
him.  His skin still smarted from the whips they had used on him and as he
was led to the front of the stage he was trembling with fright. The
handlers had cracked their whips making him jump as he meekly complied with
the instructions of the auctioneer. This had brought laughter and cheers
from the watching crowd. He felt ashamed and humiliated as he had been
forced to display every detail of his body to the men in the most lewd of
postures. He had been forced to rub his cock, making it rock hard and then
to lift it to display his balls. Then, before he reached a climax, to place
his hands on his head whilst pre cum dripped from his cock to the
floor. With a crack of a whip he had been ordered to kneel, to lick up and
swallow the pool at his feet. Again he had heard the crack of the whip as
he was ordered to turn, bend double and spread his ass cheeks to expose his
most secret hole to the buyers. And all the time the bids were coming
in. Finally he had been forced to kneel before the man who had bought him
and bow his head to the floor.

Ailon's new owner was the short obese middle aged man who had a stall in
the yard outside the auction room trading in every item of slave restraint
and punishment one could imagine. Vazier was busy; many potential customers
crowding round his stall. He paid good money to occupy this prize position
just outside the sales room and there was a constant stream of regulars
many requiring collars, manacles, chains or cock cages for their new
purchases. At one end of his stall knelt his slave Aron, his ass impaled on
the large plug at the end of the single shaft of a lightweight buggy
fastened to his genitals. He had been ordered to keep his mouth open and
his tongue extended to display the barbells which pierced the tip.  A line
of customers were waiting to experience the delight of this the latest item
in Vazier's catalogue of slave accoutrements. As each new cock was inserted
into his mouth Aron worked his tongue on the sensitive nerves on the
underside near the cock head to ensure the customer would experience the
unique pleasure these modifications could bring. He knew that his master
would not be pleased unless he received numerous orders for tongue piercing
and these barbells. Vazier made it quite clear that customers sampling
these pleasures were not permitted cum in the slave's mouth. Even so Aron
soon found he had to lick and swallow copious amounts of pre cum oozing
from the large number of cocks presented.

Ailon was conscious of the weight of the collar the man had fastened around
his neck and the steel cage now locked around his genitals. As he knelt
watching men leaving with their new slaves in chains and collars he
wondered just what the future held for him. Kneeling on the hard ground he
was beginning to be uncomfortable. He shifted his knees slightly bringing
them closer. Seconds later he felt the sting of a whip lashing him from
behind.

'Knees wide slave, head bowed, you don't move a muscle'

Marindar screamed his anger at the new slave.  Ailon, terrified, spread his
knees as wide as he could and bowed his head to his chest. Vazier, noticing
the disturbance called Marindar to his side. After a brief conversation
Marindar approached the terrified boy and dragged him to his feet. To the
side of the stall was a bar situated at waist height. He ordered the
terrified boy to bend over it and then spread his legs wide.  Marindar
fastened the boy's wrists and ankles to rings at the base of the
supports. He lashed Ailon's buttocks twice with his whip. Ailon
screamed. Then he felt something cold and greasy being spread between his
buttocks and into his hole.

Marindar placed a notice on the ground beside the pole. It read public fuck
slave, 5 Thalars.  The crowd of customers around the stall could see what
was happening and a queue quickly developed. Moments later Ailon felt his
buttocks spread and pressure at the entrance to his hole.  He shrieked as a
rock hard cock invaded his rear and as it thrust brutally in and out he
burst into tears. The crowd laughed and cheered.

'You'll soon learn what it is to be a slave here boy' one of them remarked.

The first deflowering of the new slave boy was quickly over. As the man's
grunts grew louder his thrusts quickened until he unleashed his load into
Ailon's tight ass hole with a growl of satisfaction.  Ailon could feel the
cock spasm as it pumped the hot spunk deep inside his bowels. He wrenched
at the ropes securing him over the bar trying desperately to escape. Then
as the man withdrew he felt the sting of Marindar's whip across his
buttocks.

'Be quiet slave' he exclaimed. 'We have only just started.

Then the man who had just deflowered the new slave grabbed hold of Ailon's
head and presented his now dripping cock to the boy's mouth. Marindar
applied his whip once more hard across Ailon's ass.

'Show respect and lick it clean boy' he said for all to hear.

Ailon sobbed. Frightened and bound it was too much to cope with.  Again
Marindar's whip lashed down across his buttocks.

'Lick it slave' he shouted. 'You'll feel my whip until you do'.

Three more times Marindar applied the whip until at last Ailon took the
glistening, dripping cock into his mouth.

'Suck it clean' said the man.

A buzz of approval spread through the crowd. 'A slave learning his first
lesson' said one. Nods of agreement spread amongst the group just as Ailon
felt the pressure of another cock at the entrance to his asshole. The
second man now thrust in hard making Ailon yelp.  Again the crowd
laughed. There were now nine men waiting their turn to fuck the young slave
boy. Waiting their turn to enjoy the tight young ass and the delightful
sensations it would bring. 5 Thalars to fuck a slave was very cheap but
Vazier knew it would attract a crowd to his stall especially when the slave
was fresh from its first sale, just 16 years old and white skinned. As the
second man took his pleasure Ailon could feel the man's balls slapping hard
against his belly at every thrust. He cried out in pain and in shame but in
his heart he was beginning to realise that he was learning a hard lesson
about his future life as a slave. Soon the man's grunts became louder, his
thrusts quicker as he pumped a second load of spunk into the helpless slave
boy. Now when he presented his cock to be cleaned Ailon did not
hesitate. He sucked the last drops of the man's slimy cum into his mouth
and swallowed. Then licked the whole length of the rapidly softening cock
clean before the man withdrew. In a few seconds Ailon felt his ass cheeks
spread once more as another, larger cock was thrust deep within his
hole. He yelped as the muscles stretched to accommodate the massive organ
that now filled him.

In the course of some twenty minutes twelve men took advantage of the newly
enslaved boy; the young teenager who had, only days before, been captured
placed in irons and sold as a slave. It was a most brutal introduction to
his new life.

As the last of the customers left the auction, their new slave boys in tow,
Vazier decided it was time to leave. He was pleased with the amount of
equipment he had sold and also with the number of orders for tongue
piercing that had been placed. Before boarding the cart he went over to the
new young slave still bent over the bar. The boy's buttocks were now
covered with dark red stripes which he knew would be the first of many as
his training progressed. And on the ground between his legs he could see a
pool of cum that was still dripping from between the boy's ass
cheeks. Vazier smiled. the boy's ass must be quite sore by now but the
slave needed to learn sometime its purpose here, he thought to
himself. Tonight the boy could learn how suck a master's cock. He brought
his hand down hard across the boy's buttocks and asked for him to be
released.  Then he ordered him to stand.

'Welcome to Muravia slave boy' he said. 'You may now kneel and kiss my
boots'.

Ailon instantly dropped to his knees and placed his mouth to the Vazier's
boots. He had already learnt the penalty for not obeying this man
instantly. Moments later he felt a chain being attached to his collar and
he was led to the cart where Aron still knelt. Vazier attached the free end
of Ailon's neck chain to the back of the cart and then climbed aboard. He
ordered Aron to his feet and slashed the whip across the slave's
buttocks. Tugging hard on the left had rein he turned the cart to face the
exit to the market yard. Then with another lash of the whip he ordered Aron
to walk.




In Ramage's cabin His personal slave alan positioned himself on the low
table from the centre of which projected a large artificial cock. He
lowered himself onto the cock and then assumed the display position David
had seen in the hall of The Prince. Alan had assumed this position many
times both in the hall and in his master's home and knew he must maintain
it without moving so much as a muscle until he was sure his master was
asleep. On his knees David carefully removed Ramage's boots and outer
garments he folded then and placed them on the table at the side of the
cabin. Then, returning he removed the remaining garments, not forgetting to
kiss the man's cock as it was exposed. Whilst Ramage reclined on his bunk
he fetched a glass of deep red wine, bowed, knelt and handed it to the
Prince's secretary. He then bowed again and knelt with his nose to the
floor.

'Crawl to the bottom of the bed slave. You may begin to worship my cock'
said Ramage.

David knelt up, bowed and mounted the end of the bed. He crawled between
Ramage's thighs which were now spread wide, took the man's thick semi hard
cock in his mouth and sought out the sensitive underside with his tongue. A
long low moan of satisfaction erupted from Ramage's lips. A few seconds
later David felt Ramage's cock stiffen. He felt the precum spreading over
his tongue.  Ramage was a revolting man with a fat flabby belly which
almost smothered his face but David knew he must make every effort to
pleasure this man or face the consequences. He knew that if he did not
provide every satisfaction the secretary would not hesitate to use his cane
again. He redoubled his efforts, taking the full length to the back of his
throat and then using his tongue to massage the sensitive area at the
tip. Ramage uttered an enormous groan of pleasure as his cock pumped jet
after jet of cum to the back of David's throat whilst he sucked and
swallowed as if his life depended on it.  As the spasms subsided David
continued to lick and suck as he had been taught. He waited for the click
of Ramage's fingers before relaxing his efforts and slowly withdrawing,
making sure to lick and swallow every last trace of cum.

'Not bad slave boy' remarked Ramage as his breathing rate slowed. 'You will
sleep beside my bunk in case I require your services in the night'.

David slid from the bunk to the floor. He could see his friend still in the
open display position on the table. He had not moved. He was like a statue,
thighs spread wide, hands on his knees staring straight ahead. Quietly he
lay down beside the bunk. He needed to sleep as he knew that come the
morning he would be put to the rowing benches again.

Alan remained motionless. He had been in this position many times before.
He knew his master would soon be asleep and then he could relax. Eventually
the rhythmic snoring from the bunk confirmed it and he climbed down from
the table. He sensed that David was already asleep so he curled up on the
floor at the bottom of the bunk and closed his eyes.