Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 08:32:58 +0100 (BST)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slaveboys of muravia CH4

Slave boys of Muravia CH 4

Twenty new slave boys spent a restless night in the cells. None could
really sleep, their minds occupied with thoughts of what was shortly to
happen and the pain of their recent brandings filling their
consciousness. None could grasp the significance of what had been done to
them, their present predicament or what was to follow when they were
exhibited naked in chains in front of men eager to purchase them and use
them for their pleasures. And none of them had even the slightest
understanding of what it meant to be owned by a master who they would be
forced to obey unconditionally, or the humiliation, pain and suffering that
would be a constant feature of their future lives. What they did understand
was that there was absolutely nothing they could do about it. It was with
this in mind that all twenty had instantly assumed the position they had
been taught when they heard the door to the cells open and the slave master
enter.

All were now standing on a long low platform which had been erected outside
in the yard. An hour earlier they had been removed from the cells a few at
a time, made to stand under streams of running water whist being washed
down by house slaves belonging to the market owner.  Following this their
asses had been flushed out again to make sure they were absolutely clean.
Now they stood in a line, legs spread impossible wide, hands on heads as
instructed by the slave master. Each boy was chained in position by a loose
chain from his collar to a ring between his feet.  Rani and the market
owner whose name was Koran walked slowly up and down a line marked on the
ground. As they walked Koran explained to the boys exactly what was about
to happen.

'You will stand perfectly still, looking only straight ahead' he repeated
several times. 'If a customer approaches you by stepping over this line you
will immediately kneel as instructed. I want noses to the floor asses high
and thighs spread wide. I mean very wide and your backs arched with your
nipples on the floor. Understand'?

'Yes master' all twenty replied.

'Louder slaves' said Koran.

'YES MASTER' the boys shouted their reply.

'Excellent, we will now practice that' said Koran. 'When I click my fingers
you will as I have described'.

The market owner looked up and down the line of new slaves, assessing the
material and in his mind calculating the profit for the business from the
imminent sale. His good friend Rani had chosen well and each one of these
slaves would bring him a very high price. Of course much of the income
would go to Rani as their owner. He had done most of the work and had the
right contacts but his own commission would be considerable.  He clicked
his fingers and, as one, all twenty boys knelt as instructed.

Koran stepped onto the platform to check the positions from behind. David,
near one end of the line could hear his boots on the wooden planks as he
walked up and down. Then the footsteps stopped and he heard the sound of
leather on flesh.

'Thighs wider slave' said Koran as he lashed the ass of the boy kneeling at
his feet.

The boy cried out and David quickly spread his knees as wide as he
could. He spread them until it hurt then a bit more. He heard the whip land
again and the voice of the market owner.

'SILENCE' he shouted. He continued. 'When you are being inspected and on
the sales platform tomorrow you will remain silent no matter what is done
to you. You will kneel before a master with your thighs spread wide' till
it hurts. A prospective master wants an unrestricted view of your cock and
balls hanging down and your asshole properly presented to him. You will
press your nosees to the floor and arch your back downwards. Your hands
will be beside your heads, understand slaves'?

'YES MASTER' David and the others quickly replied.

The footsteps continued as Koran inspected each slave's posture. From time
to time he stopped as he observed in detail one boy after another. David
could clearly hear the sound of the whip and his instructions as he
corrected the spread of a boy's thighs, the arch another's back or the up
thrust of his buttocks. Aron was trembling as the footsteps stopped behind
him. His muscles strained as he pressed his nipples firmly to the boards
with his ass high and his thighs spread just as far as he could spread
them. He felt koran's whip flick between his thighs, the strands wrapping
around his cock and balls coupled with the comment 'nice posture boy' as
the footsteps continued. Aron was tempted to relax but he knew it would be
fatal so he forced himself to maintain the painful and humiliating
position.  So too when the market owner came behind David. He stood for a
while watching the boy straining to hold the position, admiring the cock
and balls dangling between his thighs and thinking to himself how the boy
would cope with them confined forever in a steel cage and what pleasure
this boy's ass would give to his future owner. Satisfied, Koran dismounted
the platform and ordered the boys to stand and he was impressed with the
speed at which they all resumed their former positions.

'I see you learn quickly slaves' he said. 'Remember I want perfect
position, legs very wide, hips forward so you display yourselves properly
to buyers. And you follow all instructions instantly'.

Koran and Rani retreated. It was time for the private inspections.

Lord Gorlan pulled back on Petron's reins, his personal slave fastened to
the shafts of the cart which had brought him and Rico from home and the two
dismounted. Before entering the market he looked at the pleasure slave. He
stood, now legs spread wide, head bowed, his chest heaving from his
exertions. He had been a slave for only a year but was thoroughly trained
as indicated by the fact that he had assumed the position automatically as
he had been brought to a halt. His arms were strapped tightly behind his
back with his wrists chained to the back of his collar. Previously named
Petron he was now just his master's slave Uko and knew he must maintain
this position perfectly until his master returned. Satisfied with his
slave's obedience, father and son turned and entered the market to be
immediately greeted by Koran who made a perfunctory bow.

'Good morning my Lord, my establishment is honoured by your presence'.

'Morning Master Koran, we are here to find a slave for Rico here' replied
Gorlan.

'My Lord we have twenty new slaves on display this morning, all of our
usual quality and I am sure your son will find one to his liking. I must
advise you that The Prince's chief slave master is here. He will probably
want some of the boys brought before him at various times this
morning. Please feel free to inspect the items for sale and if there is
anything I can do to assist you please ask. This slave will be at your
attendance' he added indicating to the boy kneeling at his feet.  Gorlan
and his son thanked the market owner and continued into the yard where
indeed twenty naked slaves were chained in a line in the perfect position
of display.  Rico was in his element. He had seen pleasure slaves
before. Indeed his father's slave was superb but never had he seen so many
delectable items for sale in one place. Seeing his excitement Gorlan
whispered to his son.

'Just walk slowly up and down the line son' he said. 'Try to make a
shortlist in your mind. Then we'll examine those in detail'.

Two other men had by this time entered the yard and were already walking up
and down the line.  One of them spoke to Koran who had been keeping an eye
on the proceedings from a distance and following this he disappeared into
the building. Seconds later Koran approached the line. Aron and a boy two
places from him were unchained and led away.

Rico started to make his list. His own cock stirred as he viewed the line
of naked male flesh displayed before him. How could he possibly decide, he
thought. He remembered his father's requirement that any slave must be a
good match for Uko as the two would be harnessed together and entered in
the pony boy galas. He walked the line several times trying to decide. He
looked at their faces and general physique but could not help letting his
gaze concentrate on their cocks and balls and their shapely asses. Gorlan
was patient; this was the first time Rico had had the opportunity to chose
a slave for himself. It was a significant moment for his son and he knew it
would take time but eventually Rico came up with a list of nine slave he
would like to inspect in detail.

Approaching the first he was delighted to see the boy kneel instantly at
his feet. Rico knew of course that this gesture was required of the slave
as a sign of its submission and humility in his presence but it was nice to
see it nonetheless.  Together with his father he studied the slave's
details set out on one of several pieces of paper in his hands. The slave
was nineteen years old, a native of Mareah and, like all Mareahn slaves had
been captured at sea. Rico stepped onto the platform to get a better view
of the slave's ass. The buttocks were impressive he thought, imagining them
bright red and covered with purple stripes. And the balls were of equal
size hanging at exactly the same hight below the bright steel cock
ring. His own cock was by now rock hard, straining inside his tight
tunic. If it had been allowed he would have taken this slave's ass right
then. Rico stepped round to the front and ordered the slave to stand. He
handed the papers to his father and then started his inspection. Rico ran
his hands over every inch of the slave's body, enjoying his new found
power. He relished the feel of the boy's flesh, pliant beneath his probing
hands. He spent some time with the slave's ringed nipples, pulling,
twisting and squeezing but soon his attention focussed on the boy's cock.

'Rub your cock slave' he ordered.

Instantly the boy grasped his cock and started to stroke it. Rico was
delighted to see how quickly it hardened and the thin stream of pre cum
which dripped from the slit at the end. He wanted a slave who could quickly
get hard. Not that he would make use of it. The slave's cock would be
permanently encased in a tight internally spiked cage and he wanted to know
that it would be uncomfortable for the slave if its cock was constantly
straining.

'STOP' ordered Rico, 'Hands on head.

Rico took hold of the slave's cock which was now rock hard and jutting out
horizontally in front of him encouraged by the thick ring locked around the
base and balls. He squeezed the tip opening the piss slit, the ring which
pierced the boy's cock clearly visible deep within the head. He wondered if
this slave had any idea that its cock would soon be permanently encased in
a metal cage. Rico lifted the boy's balls feeling their size and weight. He
was pleased to see a perfectly matched pair in a loose sac and imagined
them separately ringed which adornment he had always liked on his father's
slave.

'Look at those balls dad' he exclaimed. Wouldn't they look good separately
ringed'?

'Yes son' said Gorlan smiling at his son's enthusiasm.

Rico ordered the boy to turn, to bend forward and spread his ass
cheeks. Then he asked his father to examine the exposed slave's ass.

'You know more about this than I do Dad' he said. 'Tell me what you think
please'.

Gorlan clicked his fingers at the slave behind him and stuck a finger in
the grease jar the slave held.  Then rudely and without warning he pushed
it right into the boy's ass. The boy gasped but quickly recovered composure
and Gorlan was pleased to feel the boys sphincter squeezing and relaxing as
his finger continued probing the inner recesses of the slave's
hole. Finally he withdrew and ordered the boy to stand.

'The slave ass is nice and tight Son and very responsive. You would find it
very pleasurable I am sure' he said.

Lord Gorlan spoke quietly to his son, explaining in detail what to look for
in a slave's hole and what features would give most pleasure to a master's
cock. He invited him to make future investigations himself.  The two slaves
who had been taken away were now returned and another two removed from the
line. One was David whom Rico had marked down for inspection. He wanted to
inspect this slave and asked what was happening.

'Prince Dumar is upstairs and his chief slave master has selected a few
boys he thinks might interest the Prince. Don't worry the slave will be
back here soon. However it would not be a good idea to bid against His
Highness for a slave he wants. There are plenty to choose from, Let's
continue Rico shall we'?

Rico moved down the line to stand before another slave. Information told
him it was from planet earth.  As the two men approached the slave fell to
the floor and knelt. After appraising the slave from the rear Rico ordered
him to stand. His inspection followed much the same as with the first slave
but he spent some time feeling the slave's buttocks which were full and
round. Casually he slapped them from side noting the way they quivered Rico
could picture them working hard pulling the cart and they would look
magnificent crisscrossed with stripes from his whip, he thought. He had
caned the asses of many slaves in the past but now there was the prospect
of owning his own, with the right to do just as he pleased. The slave's
cock Rico thought was somewhat smaller that he would have liked and Gorlan
pointed out that the slave was shorter than Uko and would not be a good
match harnessed in tandem with him for the pairs dressage. After consulting
his father Rico removed this slave from his list.

On being led upstairs David was taken before the Prince. As instructed, on
entering the room be dropped to the floor and crawled on his belly to the
centre of the room. There the chief slave master ordered him to prostrate
himself legs and arms spread wide. As his details were read out to the
Prince David's whole body trembled. Then he felt a boot pressing down on
his back between his shoulder blades.

'Have the slave stand for me please'.

David heard for the first time the voice of the man who ruled this place. A
place where he had already witnessed much cruelty and a place where he was
now a slave.

The boot lifted and he was ordered to stand. Then he was instructed to
assume a multitude of positions, each one directed in great detail by the
slave master. The positions were just about as humiliating as they could be
and included exercises normally reserved to the gym at home. Never before
had he performed squats crunches and push ups naked with his knees spread
wide to the side. He was ordered to perform thirty of each with the timing
called out by the slave master. Then followed ten pull ups on a bar hanging
from the ceiling, again with his legs spread wide. At one moment David let
his legs drop. The slave master's whip caught him hard across his thighs
and he was ordered to start again.  Now he was ordered to crawl to the
Prince's feet, to kneel up and take hold of his cock.

'Stroke it slave' said the Prince.

Sweating profusely David quickly obeyed. It was a moment of relief from the
workout he had been forced to perform and despite heavy breathing his cock
was soon rock hard. Pre cum was now dripping from the end when the Prince
ordered him to stop. He leant forward and wiped the fluid onto his finger.

'Turn round, bend and spread' said the Prince.

Instantly David felt the Prince's finger at his ass crack, tracing his
puckered hole. Then with one single thrust the finger, lubricated by his
pre cum, entered him. David gasped at the sudden invasion.

'SILENCE SLAVE BOY ' growled the slave master as the finger rudely explored
the inner confines of David's ass.

The Prince withdrew his finger just as quickly, ordered David to turn round
again and kneel. Then he placed the finger to David's lips.  David knew
exactly what he must do. Taking the Prince's finger into his mouth he
licked it clean. The Prince smiled relishing his power over this helpless
slave.  Then he addressed the slave master. Take him back to the bar. He
can do ten more pull ups for failing to keep silent and when at the top I
want him to feel your whip hard between his legs every time.

David knew this was going to hurt but he also knew that if he did not keep
his legs widely spread and remain silent the punishment would only
continue. As he pulled himself up he saw the whip master take aim. Then a
streak of agony as the whip caught him high on the inside of his left
thigh.

'Down' ordered the slave master.

But within seconds he ordered him up again. This time it was the inside of
his right thigh that felt the leather strands. David could hardly believe
such pain existed. His body twisted violently as he absorbed the sting of
the whip. Eight more times he lifted himself to the bar and eight more time
the nerves if his tortured thighs sent bolts of lightning to his
brain. When it was over he collapsed to the ground.

'Crawl to His Majesty slave, then kneel up and bow your forehead to the
floor three times and kiss his feet' said the slave master.

David dropped to his belly and crawled with his nose to the floor to the
Prince's feet. There he performed his obeisance as ordered.

'Welcome to Muravia slave boy' sneered the Prince. 'Take it away and bring
me the next one'.

David dropped once more to his belly and crawled backwards from the room,
thankful at least that the immediate torment was over. But in his mind he
knew that this just a taste of things to come.  Once through the door he
was returned to the yard where he was quickly chained back in place on the
platform. His return to the platform did not go unnoticed by Rico who drew
his father's attention to the slave still recovering from his recent
enforced workout and with the recent marks of a whip decorating his
thighs. He had already decided to make a detailed inspection of this slave
as he fitted very well the height and weight of his father's slave Uko and
a slave from earth interested him considerably.  As the two approached they
could see clearly the tears running down David's face and the fact that he
was still breathing heavily. Not that this meant anything to father or
son. If the slave did not immediately kneel they would have him whipped
again but this proved unnecessary as David dropped to his knees and quickly
assumed the required position. David had already undergone one humiliating
inspection and now he faced another.

'Stand slave' said Rico.

David quickly scrabbled to his feet, spread them wide and placed his hands
on his head. He was tempted to look at the two men who now had their eyes
roving his body but he realised just in time that this was not
allowed. Rico ordered him to turn and present his side to their view. With
his crop he tapped David's belly.

'Belly pulled in tight is how a slave stands before its master' he said.

David quickly complied. Then he was ordered to turn again and present his
back to his examiners.  He instantly felt hands exploring his shoulders and
arms, testing the firmness of his muscles and then the hands dropped to his
buttocks. The hands squeezed and separated his cheeks then slapped them
from side to side. Just a few days ago David could not possibly have
imagined that this could ever happen but he was quickly coming to realise
that for a slave it was a normal occurrence. Nonetheless the shame and
humiliation bit deeply into his senses.

'Feel that ass Dad' he heard. 'What wouldn't I give to fuck that, and those
buttocks just waiting for the whip, what do you think Dad. Would he not be
a good match for Uko'?

Lord Gorlan thought for a while. Then he patted Rico on the shoulder and
agreed. If he wanted this slave then he would bid for him. He added that
they should get on with the inspection. David avoided the temptation to
flinch as Rico grabbed his buttocks again, squeezing them hard. He had
learnt a painful lesson in front of The Prince. He fully expected to be
ordered to bend and spread but instead Rico told him to turn once more and
face him and then to stroke his cock. David's cock was already hardening
quickly with pre cum dripping from the end as he took it in his hands. And
within seconds it was rock hard jutting straight out in front of him. Rico
watched with interest as David's breathing rate increased then suddenly
ordered him to stop. David knew he was just seconds from climax but quickly
placed his hands on his head once more. Rico wiped the pre cum from David's
cock and held his finger to the slave's lips. He was delighted when the
finger was instantly sucked clean and pointed out this detail of the
slave's submission to his father.

'This slave seems to understands its place already Dad' he remarked.

Lord Gorlan agreed but pointed out that the slave was new and untrained and
would need some considerable conditioning to match the physique of his own
slave. Rico continued to explore David's body, testing the firmness of his
muscles, and rubbing his hands over the contours of his chest. He ordered
David to open his mouth and then to stick out his tongue.  He pinched
David's nipples, now sporting the large rings recently inserted. David knew
he must not react in any way; he had already learnt that lesson but the
humiliation of being forced to stand naked whilst a boy some years his
younger inspected every detail of his body burnt deem in his mind.. Rico
now had hold of David's cock which he considered was perhaps the most
impressive of those he had so far handled. He lifted it, tracing his finger
along the length of the underside. Then he took hold of the balls. He
lifted and separated them, squeezing and weighing them one in each hand. He
took hold of the two rings buried deep in David's scrotum and pulled them
apart and noted with a wry smile David's sharp intake of breath. If he had
his way these would soon be attached to the reins of his own cart, he
thought. Satisfied, he returned his attention to David's cock, squeezing
the head to open wide the piss slit. He squeezed hard knowing that it would
hurt where the tender flesh had so recently been pierced and a thick ring
inserted.  Rico decided then that if this slave were his he would lock the
cock cage on it personally.

'I really like this slave Dad, can we buy it please'?

'Well we will bid for it certainly. It is a fine specimen and a good match
for Uko' Lord Gorlan agreed.

But he went on to add that the slave would require much physical
development before it could be paired with him in the arena. Rico now
ordered David to turn around and spread his ass cheeks.  David quickly
complied but was rewarded by a vicious slap from Rico.

'Wider slave, spread those cheeks wide for me or I'll have you whipped'

David felt the young master's hand grab his balls and a finger exploring
the valley between them and his hole. Rico ordered the slave kneeling
behind him to hold up the jar. Then, suitably greased he pushed his finger
roughly into David's ass. This being his first examination of a slave ass
Rico was surprised at how tight it felt at the entrance though deep inside
he found it softer and more compliant to his exploration. He turned to his
father reporting what he had discovered.

'That is normal for a fresh slave Son' said Gorlan. 'The slave will soon
learn to relax its muscles and push out to ease your entry. Once inside I
am sure you will find that it will give your cock endless pleasures'.

David was surprised to hear himself being discussed in this way. He still
found it humiliating and very embarrassing but he was beginning to realise
that there was nothing he would not have to submit to in this place as a
slave. Rico withdrew his finger and ordered David to stand and turn
around. Then he ordered him to bow. David spread his legs wide, locked his
arms tightly behind his back and bowed his head down to his knees. It was a
position demonstrated earlier by the slave master Rani's personal
slave. Satisfied with the slave's demonstration Rico and his father passed
on to the next slave on his list.

For David it had been a humiliating and painful morning. Apart from Lord
Gorlan and The Prince he had been inspected in detail by eight prospective
buyers. They had ranged from the young master Rico to an ugly obese man who
he guessed was in his sixties. There was no part of his body that had not
been carefully examined, handled, squeezed, pulled and slapped. It was not
just The Prince that had required him to perform squats, push ups and
crunches which showed his muscles working under pressure. They ached now as
if he had undergone a heavy workout but still he had to adopt the posture
of display, his legs spread painfully apart, his chest pushed out, belly
sucked in tight and hands on his head, elbows forced back. He knew that the
market owner Koran was watching and that he had applied his whip several
times to those boys failing to maintain the correct posture.  Several times
he had been made to stroke his cock only to be denied the final pleasure of
climax and as many times he had endured an enquiring figure invading his
ass with the ultimate humiliation of being made to lick it clean
afterwards.  His nipples and cock head, still painful from the recent
piercing, had been pulled and twisted and he had learnt that, as a slave,
he must not show the slightest reaction or make the slightest sound. And he
had learnt another lesson, namely that a slave can have no privacy or
dignity. He could be prodded, poked and slapped, made to adopt all manner
of humiliating postures according to the interests of the buyers and that
his most intimate details could be discussed amongst them as if he didn't
exist.

Eventually the last of the buyers left the compound. Koran walked up and
down the line of slaves, each one now in no doubt that he was an object for
sale and each one trembling as he strained to hold the posture he knew was
demanded by the owner of the market.  Satisfied that everything was going
according to plan he instructed the slaves to kneel. Thankful for the
opportunity they dropped to their knees as one. They would now have an hour
to wait before the afternoon inspections began but they would remain
chained to the platform. Koran clapped his hands and two slave boys
appeared carrying mugs of water. These they distributed amongst the
kneeling slaves with a warning from Koran to drink the water slowly. It was
all they were going to get. David wanted to drink it down in one but he
knew that is was better for him to sip it gradually.  Although the slave
boys were allowed to kneel Koran still expected an appropriate posture as
he informed them once they had finished their drinks. Quickly they spread
their knees wide, locked their arms tightly behind their backs and bowed
their heads to their chests. Meanwhile the guests who had been invited to
the morning inspection were enjoying a refreshing drink out of the sun
attended by three of the market's house slaves.

Rico had examined all nine of the slaves on his list including Aron and the
other three from Mareah and five earth slaves. After discussion with his
father five had been eliminated for one reason for another. The two agreed
that at the auction tomorrow they would bid for the remaining for the
remaining four. These included David, Aron one from Mareah and one other
from earth. Lord Gorlan dismissed the slave who approached with a refill of
their drinks. The slave bowed and retreated. Father and son bade goodbye to
the market owner and returned to the street where Petron was waiting with
their transport. On seeing his master approach Petron bowed his head down
to his knees whilst Gorlan and Rico took their places in the cart. Rico
took the reins and the carriage whip and ordered the slave to rise. He
lashed Petron's buttocks with the whip and yanked on one of the reins.

'Home slave' was Rico's curt command.

Petron turned the cart and headed back down the street. Once it was moving
he felt another lash of the whip. He quickened his pace; no further word of
command being necessary.

Koran was now busy addressing the line of slaves, giving instruction as to
how to behave for the afternoon. They were not to kneel if a prospective
buyer approached but were to obey every instruction given. He informed them
that there would be many buyers but that they would merely look and not
touch and the inspections would start in about half an hour. With that he
turned and retreated to a covered area where two of his personal slaves
waited on their knees with refreshments.

The twenty slaves on the platform had time to reflect on the morning's
experience. If they had had any doubts before about their situation there
were now none remaining in their minds. All knew that what was happening
and was real. They were slaves and soon they would be sold like cattle. Ten
had been taken before The Prince as possible recruits for his stable. As
ruler he owned a great many slaves and was always on the lookout for new
material. It was considered very unwise to bid against The Prince for a
slave he was interested in.

As they knelt with their heads bowed all twenty of the newly enslaved boys
reflected on the happenings of the last few day, recalling how different
their lives had been just a week or so before. Many like David and the
other earth boys still had ideas that they might escape or be rescued. Aron
however, like the other boys from Mareah now knew that the stories about
the slavers from the North were all true and they were in no doubt that
their lives had changed forever.

After the workout he had been forced to endure David's muscles were
starting to stiffen. He wanted to stretch and ease the ache but he dare not
even raise his head. He knew that the market owner Koran would be watching
and he did not want to be punished again. He had learnt that his best
chance of avoiding the whip was absolute obedience to these men. But his
mind was full of conflicting thoughts: was it all a dream, would he wake
up, could he escape, why had it happened, how could slavery exist, was he
really now a slave. All these thoughts were going round and round in his
head when he was quickly brought back to reality by Koran who ordered the
boys to stand.

The boys quickly scrambled to their feet and assumed the former
position. The market owner walked quickly up and down the line a couple of
times, any boy with his legs not widely spread or his elbows not back felt
the strands of his whip. David heaved a sigh of relief when, after a long
look, Koran passed him by. He was now beginning to recognise a change in
his attitude, not intended but it was happening nonetheless. He now
recognised a deep seated fear in his mind of the consequences of the
slightest disobedience to those in control and he now realised that he
actually had no choice but to submit. If this means he is a slave then it
must be true. If this was the case then it would be in his own interest to
conform to the demands of these masters and make every effort to please
them no matter how humiliating it would be. It was hard to think that he
was just an object about to be sold to a master who would use him to
satisfy his lusts and sadistic pleasures but there was clearly no point in
trying to resist. In his thoughts David had not noticed that the yard was
now crowded with buyers eager to inspect the goods on offer. He stood
impassively like a statue, but specifically a living statue of naked flesh
promising endless pleasures for the master who bought him.

'Turn slave, bend and spread' came a curt command.

Quickly David turned, bent double, his head level with his knees and spread
his buttocks as wide as was possible with his hands. Between his legs he
could see the feet of several men. Despite the fact that this was a public
viewing where anyone from the street could attend David was surprised that
all seemed remarkably well dressed unlike many he had seen on the march to
the market.  Their clothes appeared to be of fashioned from fine silks;
white trousers and brightly coloured coats, on their feet ornately
patterned leather boots. These men, David thought must be from the upper
echelons of society, not ordinary folk from the city. The men broke
immediately into excited conversation as the most intimate details of the
slave boy before them were exposed to their view.

'God be praised, look at that ass' said one.

'Look at that hole' said another.' I could fuck that for hours'.

'Too true' said a third.  But I'd like to stripe that white ass first until
it is raw, then I'd fuck it'.

The comments continued until one of the men ordered him to kneel with his
nose to the floor.  The fact that David could clearly hear what they were
saying meant nothing to the observers at all as the comments continued.

'The slave would benefit from a stretcher ring on its balls don't you
think' said a voice who had spoken before. One might almost feel sorry for
it knowing what its new master will have in store for it if it wasn't just
a slave.

The men laughed with murmurs of approval and a general agreement that this
was usually the case with new slave boys. One of the men who had had most
to say ordered David to stand, turn around and display. David tried had to
obey but his response was clearly too slow.  The man raised his hand as if
to strike but thought better of it. Instead he growled his response, his
anger clearly showing in his voice.  He was dressed like the others in a
coat of shining silk, the sun glinting on the shoulders but unlike the
others the colour was silver. His complexion was a dark brown, not black
like most of the men he had see in the market. His face was fat as was the
rest of his form, corpulent, verging on obese and his chin wore a jet black
beard. It reminded David of the images of Arab princes he had seen back
home.

'When I give a slave an order I expect it to move quickly boy. Any slave
who doesn't move quickly gets a whipping. I can't stand a lazy slave,
Understand boy?

'YES MASTER' said David quickly.

'Stroke your cock slave' the man added.

David's hands flew to his cock and it took but a few seconds before it was
rock hard, pre cum hanging in threads from the end. The man ordered him to
stop and his hands went immediately to his head.  The man now seemed
satisfied with the David's reactions and more murmurs of approval
followed. He ordered David to wipe the end of his cock with his fingers and
then lick them clean. Again David's response was immediate.

'You are learning slave' he said with a sneer.

The others laughed and slowly drifted away whilst the man who had
admonished him drew closer.

'If I buy you slave you will wish you had never been born. You will quickly
learn what is expected of a slave in Madrango' he said quietly, a broad
smile on his face.

For a moment David glimpsed his eyes, piercing and cruel. Then the man
turned and walked away to examine another slave two positions to David's
left.  The shock of this humiliating impersonal appraisal was almost as
much as his treatment in the presence of The Prince. The buyers had
discussed his most intimate personal details as if he were just an animal
at the market.  The comment by the man who had spoken to him last struck
fear in his heart. David was slowly coming to accept that he was now a
slave but life as the slave of a man like that absolutely terrified him.
But now there was another group standing in front of him.

'Kneel slave, Bow to us, turn around nose to floor, thighs wider, stand,
bend and spread, turn, bow, kneel, crawl nose to floor, stand, stroke cock,
display position'

The commands came thick and fast and each time David snapped to obey. The
lewd comments were the same as before, focussing almost exclusively on his
ass and his cock and what they would do to him if he was their slave.
There was no longer any doubt in his mind what his future life would hold
as a slave in this place.  As the afternoon wore on David became more and
more scared. Feelings of desperation filled his mind but still the buyers
kept coming and the constant flood of instructions to display himself for
their assessment. Now he was sweating from the constant strain of jumping
to their commands interspersed with periods of push ups and squats they
demanded in order to inspect the workings and strengths of his muscles.
And all the time he knew that the market owner Koran was watching, ready to
apply his whip if his display was not as required.

For two hours the line of slaves posed and cavorted for the prospective
buyers.  Cocks were stroked, buttocks spread and ass holes admired. Then,
as the yard emptied Koran cracked his whip loudly in the air.

'DISPLAY POSITION, HEADS BOWED' he shouted.

Koran strode slowly down the line. There was not one boy who was not
dripping with sweat but he smiled as he saw twenty new slaves standing in
the perfect position of display, legs spread wide, hips thrust forward,
hands on bowed heads.  Yes, he thought, this lot would bring him a handsome
profit in the sale tomorrow.  He signalled to the attendants to remove
their chains and escort them back to the cells. There they were fed and the
cell doors locked. All quickly ate the tasteless mush left in their bowls,
relieved themselves over the holes in the floor and settled down to rest on
the warm stone floor.