Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2014 17:57:15 +0000 (GMT)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slaveboys of Muravia Ch3

Slave boys of Muravia CH 3

Aron and the three other boys were halted outside a heavy steel door
padlocked from the outside.  The guard selected a key from a large bunch,
swung the door open and pushed the boys through. Inside was a large bare
room with a line of cells down each side. The cell walls were formed from
iron bars set close together and extending from floor to ceiling. The guard
closed the door behind him and unlocked the chains securing boys
together. He also unlocked their wrists from the backs of their collars and
ordered them one at a time into a cell locking the iron grids behind
them. The cells were empty except for a two bowls on the floor, one
containing water, the other a sort of mush which looked like brown
porridge. In the corner of each cell was a hole in the stone floor beneath
which Aron could hear the sound or running water. There was no bedding and
no bed. Once the four boys were locked in their cells the guard left,
slamming the door loudly behind him.

Aron and the others had not eaten for over a day, their last intake of food
having been taken on the ship before it arrived in port. They were
naturally hungry and thirsty so quickly ate the contents of the bowl and
drank the water. The porridge tasted of nothing except a hint of something
sweet and they had to eat it with their hands. Not that any of them cared;
they were far more concerned with what thr future held for them.

As his eyes became accustomed to the gloom Aron could see that there were
twenty cells in all, ten along each wall and also that each cell was
equipped with a number or rings set into the floor and the walls. He was
thankful at least that he had not been chained to one of these. High up at
one end of the room was the only opening which let in the just enough light
to make out these features. After eating the food Aron settled down on the
floor. It was surprisingly warm despite being bare stone though it was
anything but comfortable. The other boys copied him; they were tired,
somewhat traumatised and in no mood to talk to each other. Aron pondered
his future.  Growing up he had been made aware of the country, well to the
north, where slavery existed but he never for one moment thought there was
any risk of being taken as a slave. Muravia was hundreds of miles from his
own land and he had never heard of trading vessels being attacked; there
were never any tales of such events and now he knew why. As he watched his
ship sink in flames he knew that no trace would ever be found and the
ship's master and two crew who had jumped overboard would have soon been
eaten by the sharks. He wondered if it would have been better if he had
followed them; at least death would have been swift. Now what faced him was
a life he could not even imagine.

The dim light gradually faded to darkness and eventually Aron drifted off
to sleep though it was not a deep sleep as he tossed and turned trying to
find a more comfortable position of the hard floor and the ever present
fear of what the next day would bring. Eventually tiredness overtook his
thoughts and he fell asleep only to be woken abruptly as the first rays of
light penetrated the darkness by the clang of the door as the same guard
entered. Now he was accompanied by two others. They were obviously slave
boys as they were naked, totally hairless, collared and their bodies were
adorned with numerous rings and chains. The two slaves carried more bowls
and these they pushed under the cell doors after which they knelt facing
the guard with their noses pressed to the floor.

'Eat up quickly slaves, in a few moments you will be taken to the
preparation room to meet the slave master' the guard said.

He turned to leave, clicked his fingers and the two slaves followed him,
crawling on their hands and knees. Aron and the others quickly emptied
their bowls containing the same tasteless mush and then relieved themselves
over the hole in their cells. At first they were embarrassed by the lack of
privacy but the urgency of the situation soon overcame any shyness on their
part. Hardly had they finished than the door opened again, this time the
guard being accompanied by another. The first guard spoke.

'In future slaves, when a master enters you will instantly kneel with your
thighs spread wide and your noses to the floor. DO IT NOW' he shouted.

Quickly Aron and his fellows scrambled to obey.

'THIGHS WIDER' the man growled, NOSES AND CHESTS PRESSED TO THE FLOOR'.

Aron spread his knees another six inches and arched his back till his
nipples contacted the stone. It was a most uncomfortable position that his
muscles strained to adopt.

'Better slaves, remember this in future or you will feel the whip'

The man unlocked the cell doors and ordered the four outside. There he
secured them in a line and locked their wrists to the backs of their
collars as before.

'MARCH' he ordered.

The guards walked, one on either side of the group as they set off across
the compound. It was more than two hundred yards to the preparation
building outside which Rani, the Slave Master, stood watching the new boys
who had so recently been captured at sea. He smiled inwardly noting the
exaggerated nature of their action; straight legs lifted high in front of
them at every step and perfectly in time.  Clearly they had learnt quickly
how slaves must march; the Captain had done well in the few days they had
been imprisoned on his ship. Of course they had much more to learn but this
start was impressive. He would look forward very much to their display on
the sales platform and the enthusiasm of his customers as they parted with
their money. The group halted directly in front of the slave master. He
stepped forward looking closely at the four slaves, his eyes focussing on
Aron whose buttocks still showed the single deep red mark of the whip from
the day before and he reached out to pass his hands over the perfectly
formed globes. In his mind's eye he imagined them reddened and striped
after a harsh caning and wondered whether to present the slave in this way
or leave his buttocks white and unmarked. It was a decision he would have
to make quickly as the sale would be in a few days time.  He recognised
that this boy's ass was one of his best features and thought about having
him bend over and taking him right then. But then he realized that Aron was
a virgin and as such would command an ever higher price. He knew he would
almost certainly get away with it but prided himself on his reputation and
that meant that details of the slaves must be totally accurate.

He dismissed the thought from his mind and turned his attention to the
matter in hand; there was a job to be done. He ordered the chains to be
released and led the four boys inside. There each was secured with his
wrists above his head to a ring set in the wall. Aron had little idea of
the purpose of this room but in the centre he could see four large tables
with posts at each corner and a brazier glowing bright red in one corner.


Following his branding David watched as the next four boys were strapped
onto the tables and prepared. Now he knew exactly what the procedure
was. When he had been strapped down he had no idea about what was going to
happen but these four knew exactly. Two of them had to be dragged kicking
and shouting to the tables but this show or resistance was futile; the men
were far too strong and not going to accept any form or rebellion from a
slave. Once strapped down their behaviour only earned them five strokes on
their chests from Rani's whip. The pain in David's buttocks from his caning
was by this time subsiding. He had learned a painful lesson, as had his
companions, as to what was required of a slave in this place after a master
had made use of his mouth for his own pleasure. But the pain of the caning
was nothing to the excruciating agony of his scorched flesh where the hot
iron had been applied. Rather than diminish the burning sensation increased
until the whole of his thigh and belly seemed on fire. He tried to look
down to see what they had done to him but, with his arms stretched above
his head it was impossible. Soon there sounded another blood curdling like
cry from one of the tables followed by another and then yet more as
nipples, cocks, and noses were pierced and the branding irons did their
work. David shuddered at the brutality of it all and the thought of the
humiliating ordeal of being exhibiting naked on a sales platform in front
of men bidding to own him now filled his mind.  The slave master had said
they were to be pleasure slaves to satisfy the lusts and sexual desires of
their masters. Only now could he begin to understand what the future held
for him and the other boys in the room though the reality of it would be,
for now, far beyond anything he could imagine.


After the last of the sixteen slaves had been shaved ringed and branded
they were all released from the rings. Once outside they were ordered to
stand in line, one behind the other. One of slave overseers fastened their
wrists to the backs of their collars whilst another secured chains from the
collar of one boy to the one in front. Rani shouted across the courtyard
and a slave boy appeared. He crawled quickly to Rani's feet, knelt up,
bowed and then placed his nose to the floor.

'Stand' he ordered.

The boy stood up, locked his arms behind his back, spread his legs wide and
bowed his head. It was one of the positions David had seen earlier and it
was the same slave who had demonstrated it.

'You will show this lot how we require slaves to march' said Rani

The slave dropped instantly to his knees and bowed his forehead to the
floor.

'See how a slave acknowledges its master's orders; it does not speak.

Rani clicked his fingers. The slave stood once more, placed his hands
behind his head and set off across the yard. As he marched he lifted his
legs high in front of him, keeping his knees perfectly straight. When he
reached the end of the yard he turned and marched back, halting a few feet
in front of the slave master. He spread his legs wide, bowed low and knelt
with his nose to the floor.

'Your turn slaves' said Rani, 'Start with left leg, MARCH'


The line of boys set off. At first they couldn't even keep in step but
after a few traverses of the compound managed to master this skill. The
overseers walked, one on either side of the line, as they marched to and
fro down the length of the compound. Once the slaves could march in step
the overseers concentrated on the style encouraging the boys with frequent
applications of their whips.

'Legs higher, keep those knees straight' could. be heard repeatedly as the
line marched up and down as could the sound on leather on flesh. David felt
the whip on the backs of his thighs several times as he tried to conform to
the overseer's demands. One boy shrieked as the tip of an overseer's whip
caught his cock and balls as they joggled up and down between his uplifted
thighs.  This only brought another lash of his whip and the command.

'SILENCE, SLAVE BOY'.

The marching continued as did the whipping until Rani was satisfied that
the slaves could march correctly. They were now to be taken to a slave
market and would be seen in the streets. The slave master was jealous of
his reputation for providing the very best quality of slaves in Madrango
and he wished to protect it. It was not the common market where these
slaves were destined to be sold but rather an exclusive market where the
richest and most privileged members of society would go to obtain a slave
of quality to provide more intimate acts of servitude. Rani instructed his
personal slave to stand at the front of the line where he was then chained
like the others. He had the gates to the compound opened and with three
overseers on each side of the column, the line of sixteen newly captured
Earth boys moved forward.

They immediately found themselves in crowded streets quite unlike anything
at home. There were hundreds of men and women milling around, men pushing
carts and other larger horse drawn carts. The buildings were like nothing
they had ever seen with a totally alien architecture.  David knew a great
deal about different countries; he had travelled widely and could now well
believe that they were no longer on his home planet. And one other
thing. There were no cars or motor vehicles of any kind. What wagons there
were, if not pulled by horses were hauled by teams of slaves urged on by
the whips of the drivers and for more personal transport there were single
and double person buggies pulled by one or two slave boys in leather
harnesses, chained in front between the shafts.

As they marched through the streets the overseers kept a close check on
their charges encouraging any non compliant slave with a carefully aimed
flick of his whip.  On more than one occasion David felt the lash of
leather between his thighs when he forgot to lift them high enough.  This
brought jeers and laughter from the crowd who stopped what they were doing
to watch the party of new slaves as they marched past. Rani knew that most
of the onlookers could not afford any of these slave boys but he also knew
that amongst the crowd were probably a few who could which is why he
marched them so publically through the city. They passed close to the
public slave market where common work slaves were constantly on
display. David could hardly believe the rows of cages and the rough
platforms upon which slaves were chained for display. But these were
unkempt and most were dirty unlike the boys in his line. They looked like
the slaves chained to the wagons transporting goods around the city. Then
he felt the whip again slashing between his thighs.

'Keep your eyes to the front slave' came the command.

Amongst the crowds in Madrango that afternoon were Lord Gorlan Melanu and
his son Rico. Rico was just coming up to eighteen years of age and the two
were in the city to purchase his son's first pleasure slave of his own.
The Melanu family were rich land owners with a vast estate some miles from
the city. They were also members of the nobility and distantly related to
the ruling family of Prince Dumar. As such they enjoyed a privileged
position in Muravian society. A large number of slaves were employed on
their estate which was one of the chief suppliers of grain to the
city. Rico was used to seeing slaves working in the fields and also slaves
serving in the house. He was also familiar with fact that his father had
his own personal pleasure slave who attended him constantly.  Lord Gorlan
now recognised that his son was now of an age when he should have a slave
of his own.  He had watched his son grow from a boy to a man and noticed
the obvious delight on Rico's face when he watched a slave being
punished. In fact he had always encouraged those sadistic tendencies in his
son telling him that a good whipping made a slave work harder to please his
master. Unknown to His farther Rico had frequently and secretly seen his
father making use of his pleasure slave as it served his many personal and
sexual desires in his private rooms and now he wanted a slave of his
own. He had persuaded his father that now was the time for him to have a
pleasure slave. Thus it was with particular interest that the two watched
the line of marching slave boys as they headed for the most exclusive
market in Madrango.  They knew that these were fresh slaves, newly captured
and from the look of them, there would be a good selection to choose from
at the next sale. Gorlan and Rico climbed into their buggy and, taking hold
of the carriage whip, Rico lashed the buttocks of the slave tethered in
front.

'Follow that line' he ordered.

The slave set off, straining in the harness that secured him between the
shafts of the cart. He was Lord Gorlan's personal pleasure slave and pony
boy. Gorlan referred to him as Uko, a contemptuous term meaning cum
pig. He, like Aron, was from Mareah. Captured at sea a year ago when he was
nineteen he had set his sights on becoming a navigator. But that had all
changed when the Muravian raiders came aboard and the collar had been
placed about his neck. Now he was a slave, forced to serve his master in
humiliation and pain and to indulge in sexual practices he could never have
imagined. Although responding instantly to the word 'Uko' he could still
remember his name though it was with continual sadness that Petron knew he
would never be addressed by it again.

The two man buggy was heavy and Petron struggled to keep up with the
marching slaves but another slash of the whip made him redouble his
efforts. Lord Gorlan turned to his son and smiled.  He was obviously ready
for his first slave boy, he thought. Rico savoured the sight of Uko's
pulsating buttocks, already well striped with old and more recent marks of
his father's cane. He was well aware of the practice of giving pleasures
slaves ten strokes every night and morning and relished the thought of
reddening the ass of his own slave. In fact he was so mesmerised by the
pumping globes of flesh that Gorlan had to remind him to control the buggy;
they had arrived at the market. Rico jerked back on the reins which were
clipped to the rings piercing each side of the Uko's, scrotum. For the
slave it was a painful attachment but one preferred by Lord Gorlan in
preference to the more usual mouth bit and used exclusively in the pony boy
dressage events at which he was an expert. He had already decided that his
son's new slave would have to be a good match for Uko so that they could be
harnessed side by side in the pairs events.

The slave master banged on the gates to the market and the slave coffle
were led inside. The gates slammed shut behind them. Chains were removed
from the first four boys and an overseer assigned to each who was then led
to a low shelter, open at one side to the yard. Within the shelter were a
number of stations, separated from each other by a low partition. In the
centre of each stall was a large ring set in the ground and to these each
slave was secured with a long chain from his collar. The slaves were
instantly ordered to stand, legs wide apart and to bend forward to touch
their toes. Hoses leading from a tank were then inserted into their asses
and the valves turned on. David felt the warm water quickly filling his
guts and when he thought he could take no more the valve was shut.

'Hold the water slave until I remove the hose. Then expel it down the hole
by the wall. Do not make a mess on the floor or I'll whip you hard,
understand'? said his overseer.

'Yes master' replied David, trying desperately to ignore the excruciating
pain in his belly.

It was about ten minutes before the overseer removed the hose and he was
allowed to expel the mixture of shit and brown water from his ass. However
his relief was short lived as the hose was reinserted and the process
repeated. It took two more repeats before the overseer was satisfied that
David's ass was running clean; clean enough for the examining finger of a
potential buyer.

Meanwhile outside the market Lord Gorlan and Rico had dismounted from their
buggy and were examining the notice pinned up on the wall. It announced the
sale of sixteen Earth slaves and four Mareahans in three days time with
inspections the day before. They decided then that they would return just
as soon as private inspections were open. As a valued customer Lord Gorlan
had access to the private inspections where only selected customers were
able to inspect the slaves in detail, handling them intimately and ordering
them to adopt certain postures of display. These inspections always took
place before noon. In the afternoon public inspections took place when any
prospective purchaser could examine the slaves on slae but were not allowed
to touch them.

David was next ordered to stand, legs spread very wide, hands on the top of
his head whilst the overseer inspected every inch of his body for hairs.
Head, chest, arm pits, belly, cock and balls and between the legs were all
minutely examined. Next he was ordered to bend and spread. David knew
exactly what was required and whilst he held the cheeks of his buttocks
apart the overseer inspected every inch of his ass crack and around his
puckered hole. Satisfied that there was not a single hair remaining he
ordered him back to the standing position. David's heavy iron collar was
then removed to be replaced by a lighter one of polished steel. The long
chain hanging from the front was also of lighter material and highly
polished as were the new cuffs which were locked onto his wrists and
ankles. A chain was passed around his waist, pulled tight and fastened with
a snap link and finally a similar chain was fastened between his nipple
rings.

As soon as the overseer was Satisfied that the slave was correctly
prepared, David was led to stand before the slave master for his
approval. Rani made a cursory inspection and then nodded his head.  The
overseer then led him to another part of the yard where his wrists were
chained to a bar above his head. He could do nothing then but watch as the
next four boys were dealt with. it was clear to him that the men performing
this task had done it many times before and in a bizarre sort of way David
could not help but marvel at their efficiency. He wondered how many boys
from Earth had passed through this place on their way to a life of slavery.

When all sixteen boys were processed Rani addressed them.

'Tomorrow you will be joined by another four slaves and then the next day
you will be displayed here in the yard for prospective buyers to inspect
you. You will be inspected in the greatest detail and you will be compliant
to their wishes whatever they may be. You will be silent unless asked a
question and you will demonstrate total subservience and humility
consistent with your status as slaves.  I shall give you instructions
tomorrow as to the procedure required when under inspection. Understand?

'Yes Master' they replied in unison.

'Good, take them to the cells'. Rani instructed the overseers.

The overseer led them to another building. They were not chained together
this time but David could see there was no chance of escape; there were too
many guards, overseers or whatever they were and they all carried
whips. Also the gates to the yard were shut. Inside the building they were
ushered into cells, one boy to each. Unlike the previous cells these were
separated by stone walls, the only view out being through the iron grill
which clanged shut behind them. The stone floor was bare with the now
familiar hole in the back corner. David sat down and looked at the marks on
his skin. The fiery red area around the symbol on his thigh and the numbers
above his cock was decreasing but the marks themselves were beginning to
turn a darker brown. He sensed that the pain was lessening somewhat though
it was still severe. There was nothing he could do except sit or lie
down. Neither position was comfortable but there was no other choice.  He
could hear some of the other boys talking though it was obvious that they
could not see each other and he could see no point in joining in. He lay
down, trying to find the most comfortable position he could and closed his
eyes. At least the new collar and manacles were not quite so heavy as the
first lot that had been put on him. He hoped he he would be able to get
some sleep but his mind was racing, questioning what had happened almost in
disbelief and wondering what would happen tomorrow and the next day.

Eventually David lapsed into semi consciousness only to awaked suddenly by
the sound of the door. He could not see who had entered but he heard him
well enough.

'When a master stands before you slave you will instantly kneel with your
nose to the floor and your ass in the air. And spread those thighs wide, DO
IT NOW' the voice shouted.

He could not see the guard but heard the rattle of chains on the floor as
the occupant of the adjacent cell obeyed. Then the guard was standing at
his cell. Quickly he got to his knees and assumed the position. The guard
was accompanied by two slave boys, each holding a tray containing bowls. He
took a bowl from each tray, pushed them under the grill and passed on to
the next cell.

'You will remain in this position until I have left the building. Then you
may eat' he said.

When the door banged shut David grabbed the bowl. It contained a mushy
brown paste and, scooping up a handful he started to eat. It tasted of
absolutely nothing but he did not care and soon the bowl was empty. He
picked up the second bowl and downed the water in one. It tasted good; cool
and refreshing and in a way, comforting after a day he would never forget.

Aron's mind was in a state or turmoil. The mark of a slave recently placed
on his thigh by a red hot iron burned incessantly and his belly felt like
it was on fire where another iron had burned his slave number into the
flesh above his cock. He had been strapped onto a table, every hair on his
body removed, pierced with red hot irons and then rings inserted through
his cock, his scrotum, his nipples and his nose. Now with his wrists
secured at the back of his neck he was being paraded in public. He was
naked, chained by the neck to three other boys and forced to march through
the streets of a strange city. Behind him walked Rani, the slave master who
had supervised the branding and the ringing and whose whip he had felt
several times when he failed to lift his legs high in front of him at every
step as was required. He was conscious of his nakedness and the leering
eyes focussed on the four newly branded slaveboys and the cheers of the
crowd as they struggled to obey the commands of the whip wielding overseers
accompanying them.  The brands freshly burned into his flesh told him, more
than anything, that he was now a slave but in his mind he knew that the
people in the crowd understood far more than he did what the future held
for him.

As if that wasn't enough on arrival at the market yard he had endured the
humility of having his ass flushed out repeatedly until, in the words of
the overseer, it was running clean. His collar manacles and chains had been
replaced with lighter highly polished ones and he had been taken before
Rani, the slave master and forced to bow low to him, turn, bend forward and
spread his ass cheeks.  Now, together with three other of his countrymen,
he was locked once again in a cell block. Aron could not see beyond the
iron grid which formed the entrance to his cell but he knew that all of the
cells were occupied with boys like him, presumably recently captured,
branded and prepared for the slave market in which they were soon to be the
goods for sale. In despair he looked down at the ugly mark which now
adorned the front of his thigh and shuddered. Tears welled up in his eyes
as he thought of what they had done to him and what the future would hold
for him as a slave in this cruel society.