Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 12:37:56 +0100 (BST)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slave boys of Muravis CH5

Slave Boys of Muravia  CH 5


All too soon the door to the cells banged open and as Koran entered the
weary slave boys struggled to kneel with their noses to the floor. Most had
spent a restless night on the hard floor trying to get comfortable. They
were traumatised by their experiences of the last few days and thoughts of
the impending auction where they would be sold irrevocably as slaves. None
were in any doubt about the horrors that awaited them and many had cried
themselves to sleep as they thought about the helplessness of their
situation. Koran shouted at the boys as they hurried to assume the kneeling
position required.

'YOU WILL LEARN TO MOVE QUICKER THAN THAT SLAVES WHEN A MASTER APPEARS' he
screamed. 'AND IF I AM NOT COMPLETELY SATISFIED WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR THIS
MORNING I WILL HAVE YOU WHIPPED FROM HEAD TO TOES'.

Having venting his anger he lowered his voice. He would not whip the boys
this morning; there were more important things to attend to.

'Eat quickly slaves, empty your bowels and bladders. You will soon be
prepared for the sale' he added in a calmer tone.

The boys were hungry so quickly emptied the bowls of the tasteless mush
they were rapidly getting used to. No sooner had he squatted over the hole
in the floor David heard the doors to the cells being unlocked. Several
overseers entered and ordered them outside. They arranged the boys in two
lines and marched them back to the yard. Then, as before, the slaves were
washed down in groups of four including several irrigations of their ass
holes and bowels. David found himself in the same group as Aron though
neither of them knew the other's name. They had never had a chance to
speak. Neither Rani nor the market owner permitted their slaves to talk and
they would have been whipped if they had been caught. Now, following the
cleansing, they were led, again in their group, to another building where
they were ordered to stand in a line the centre of the room. Here were two
overseers, coiled whips in their hands and four slave boys kneeling at the
side of the room. The overseers ordered the new slaves to adopt the display
position and then made a close inspection of each slave. They checked the
slaves for hairs, paying particular attention to their arm pits, and the
area around their cocks and balls. Ordering them to bend they checked their
ass cracks looking for just one missed hair that would detract from the
slave's naked skin; Koran prided himself on producing stock displayed to
perfection. Not one hair was found; the cream that had been applied to the
boys before they were branded had ensured that none would ever grow back
again on their bodies. Koran knew that the masters of Madrango wanted
pleasure slaves with silky smooth skin, devoid of any hair and had
instructed his overseers always to make this final check before a slave was
presented for sale. Satisfied that the slaves were hairless the overseers
then removed the boys' collars and cock rings and one of them clicked his
fingers.

The kneeling slaves stood and began to apply oil to the new slaves'
bodies. David looked at the slave boy, now engaged in covering every inch
of his skin with sweet smelling oil. The expression on the slave's face was
dull and lifeless, a mixture, he thought of passive submission and fear.
David noticed too the marks of a whip, some recent, some much older, on his
chest and thighs and that the slave's cock was encased in a tiny steel
cage. And then the brands on his belly and thigh just like his own but long
healed to a darker brown hue. The slave worked quickly but at the same time
made sure that every inch of skin was covered. His furtive glances at the
overseers showed the constant fear in his eyes. When he had finished he
knelt before the overseer, bowed his forehead to the floor and crawled to
the side of the room.

From a table the overseer picked up a collar, showed it briefly to David
and locked it about his neck.  It was highly polished and made from gold,
much thicker that the one he had worn since his branding and wider
too. Next the overseer fitted a new cock ring. This too was of gold and
again much thicker and wider than the previous one.  It made David's cock
and balls project far more prominently than they had before. Wrist and
ankle cuffs matching the collar were now fitted and closed with locks. A
gold chain was fastened between the rings that pierced his nipples and
finally another chain was looped over his head. The chain carried a small
plate with a number inscribed on it which rested on his chest between his
nipples. David knew that the moment of his sale to a master who would own
him was fast approaching. A master who could do anything he liked with him,
work him, use him or abuse him for his pleasure, and he would have to
submit no matter how hard, painful of humiliating it would be. The prospect
made him shudder. He was dreading being made to display himself on the
sales block but he knew there was no point in resisting. He would have to
accept it and go meekly to his fate or face the wrath of Rani and Koran and
that prospect did not bear thinking about.

In the yard Koran was waiting. He inspected each slave as he left the
building, checking the smoothness of their skin, lifting their balls and
ordering them to bend and spread. The he instructed one of his overseers to
take the group to the sales room.  This was located at the far end of the
yard near the entrance gates. It was in imposing two storied building with
two doors and through one of these the group was led. Compared with the
yard it was dark inside and it was a while before the slaves' eyes adjusted
to the gloom. Then they could see the first group of boys.  They were
standing wrists cuffs fastened behind their backs. A chain hanging from a
ring on a bar near the ceiling was fastened to the back of each boy's
collar forcing him to stand perfectly straight behind the slave in
front. David's group were quickly fastened behind the last boy. At the
front of the line an overseer reclined on a chair, the inevitable whip
coiled in his lap. He seemed to be dozing and David decided it might be
safe to talk to the boy in front.  In a whispered voice he asked him his
name.

'I am Aron' he replied turning his head only slightly. Are you from Mareah
too'?

David told him his name and explained that he was from a place called Earth
to which Aron replied that he had never heard of that place. David
explained how he had been kidnapped, drugged and transported from a distant
world; how he had woken up naked in chains and informed that he was now a
slave. Aron slowly related his own story at the same time keeping a wary
eye on the overseer in case he woke up. Apart from being stripped naked and
being put in chains as he watched his ship sink in flames it seemed their
experiences were much the same.

'I don't know how they can do this to us' whispered David.

'I do' said Aron. 'At home we were always warned not to stray too far
north. Stories about this place were common. Sometimes our ships
disappeared without trace. Now I know what probably happened to them. This
is a rich society based on the labours of slaves. Slaves are cheap and in
plentiful supply and the masters here are very cruel'.

'Do you think we'll be put to work' asked David

'Oh we'll work all right' replied Aron, 'but not in the fields or the
mines. We are pleasure slaves, sex slaves, and we will work at pleasing the
sexual desires and perverted pleasures of our masters.  We will suck their
cocks and our asses will be fucked for their pleasure. We'll probably be
tortured, whipped and caned for their amusement also. We'll be trained as
pony boys, harnessed to carts and driven like animals for their sport. Why
do you think we've been processed like this?  It is not to work in the
fields'.

David could only agree though the prospect Aron described filled him with
terror. Aron described how the captain of his ship had jumped overboard
when they were captured and added that he now wished he had done the
same. It would have been a swift death.

The door behind them opened and the conversation ceased. Another four
slaves were added to the line and the door closed again. The overseer had
not moved a muscle. David whispered to Aron that he did not think he could
do this. Aron explained that when a slave is led up onto the auction
platform he has no choice. If he does not obey instantly he is whipped
until he does.  Resistance would be futile and only excite the buyers
more. David realised that Aron was right but it did nothing to ease his
nerves. Looking forwards he could see steps leading up to a higher level
and beyond that rows and rows of seats, tiered as in a theatre back
home. There seemed to be a very large number and he could only see one part
of the space. Aron advised him to stop thinking about it and blot the whole
thing out of his mind. Just do exactly what they say was his advice.  David
tried to remember what instructions Koran the market owner had given to
them about behaviour on the auction block and asked Aron to remind him. He
thought he had it clear in his mind but wanted to check. The door behind
him opened and the next group of boys were brought in. There was one more
group to go. Perhaps the auction would be starting soon he thought.
David's stomach was churning; he wanted to get it over with and yet he
hoped beyond all home that it would never start.

The overseer suddenly stirred stood up and walked along the line of
boys. David thought he was a particularly ugly brute of a man. God forbid
he could be sold to a man like that but reality told him he would have no
choice. The man was now feeling the slaves. He stopped by every one and put
his hands on the boy. Aron could not quite see what he was doing but he
could guess. Soon the man stopped beside him. One hand went to his cock,
the other to his ass. He felt his balls lifted and then squeezed hard. The
man smiled, said nothing and moved on. Now it was David's turn. He winced
as his balls were squeezed really hard and he felt the man's other hand
roving over the swell of his buttocks. In a few seconds he was gone but in
those few seconds he realised that this kind of humiliation was something
he would have to get used to.  By the time he reached the end of the line
he had squeezed the balls and felt the buttocks of all twenty slaves up for
sale; the last group had just been added. The overseer was only too aware
that boys such as these were far beyond the limits of his pocket but his
position at least always gave him this one pleasure to briefly sample the
goods for sale.

The boys did not know it but there was still another hour to go before the
sale was due to commence.  The seats in the saleroom above were still empty
so David knew that nothing was going to start in the near future. His legs
were by now getting tired but there was no chance to relax. The most he
could do was to try and gain some relief by putting his weight first on one
leg and then the other. Anything else meant a sharp upwards pull on his
collar. There was nothing to do but wait; wait for the inevitable
humiliation to come.

His boredom was eventually interrupted by the sound of footsteps descending
the steps at the front of the line. It was the market owner himself who had
come down to address the lots that made up the content of his latest
sale. Koran quickly appraised the line of boys and took a position roughly
half way along.

'I shall remind you slaves of what I require when you step up to the
auction platform' he began.  'As soon as you reach the top of the steps
your wrists will be released and your lot number announced.  You will then
immediately drop to your knees, place your nose to the floor and crawl to
the centre of the platform. I shall be conducting the sale myself from that
position. As you approach me you will halt, kneel up and bow your head to
the floor, then crawl forward to kiss my boots. When I click my fingers you
will crawl as before to a spot marked at the front of the platform, kneel
up facing the audience, bow to them as you did to me and then kneel, knees
spread wide, arms locked tightly behind your back, head bowed to your
chest. Your details will then be announced to the assembly. From this point
on you will follow my instructions to the letter. Any hesitation will
result in your feeling the whip. There will be two overseers standing close
by, one on either side.  From time to time they may use their canes to
encourage you in the adoption of certain postures. You must remember that
these postures are designed so that the buyers can have the best possible
view of what is on offer and it is your job to display your assets to them
in the best light. Do I make myself perfectly clear'?

'Yes master' the boys replied in unison.

Koran retraced his steps and climbed up onto the platform where the first
of the buyers were taking their seats and a few seconds later the overseer
with the penchant for handling slave boys' cocks, balls and buttocks went
down the line removing the neck chains carrying the slaves' numbers. These
were no longer needed as, with the boys chained to the bar overhead, the
order could not now be changed. Aron was fifth in the line with David
immediately behind him. Heaven forbid that the slaves would be presented in
the wrong order; constant checking ensuring that this had never happened in
the slave market of Koran.

As the level of hubbub increased David could tell that the room above was
rapidly filling. Now he could see very few vacant seats. He recognised the
brightly coloured coats characteristic of the clientele from the day
before. Everyone he could see from his position below the platform was
finely dressed; clearly this was not a common slave market and he wondered
if the fat, evil looking man in the grey coat was present.  Suddenly a gong
sounded and the whole audience rose to their feet. The slaves below had no
idea what this gesture signified but the buyers recognised the entrance of
Prince Dumar and once he was seated they took their own seats once again.
Immediately the gong sounded again and a hush fell over the
auditorium. Then Koran addressed the crowd.

'Your Majesty, honoured and esteem clients, welcome to the Market of
Koran. We have for sale twenty new slave boys, all prime specimens as will
soon be revealed. My I please remind you of the house protocols and please
remember that these slaves are as yet untrained; having been put in chains
for the first time no more than a few days ago. You may make your bids only
after I have opened the bidding but please make sure you have sufficient
funds to match your bid. You may as usual request that the slave adopt
certain postures if this has not already been demonstrated but once bidding
is open no more requests will be accepted. So we shall begin'.

Murmurs of approval rippled round the auditorium and Koran turned to the
overseer standing at the top of the steps leading from below.

'Send up slave number one' he announced.

The chain attached to the collar of the boy at the front of the line was
released and David watched as, with only slight encouragement from the
overseers standing at the bottom, he mounted the steps. Once on the
platform his wrists were released and he dropped immediately to his knees.
Then he disappeared from David's view.  There was silence in the
assembly. Then David heard the unmistakable click of Koran's fingers,
followed a short while later by an outburst of applause as slave number one
knelt at the front of the platform, his head bowed low and his ringed cock
and balls prominently displayed between his widely spread thighs. Koran
waited for the applause to die down before announcing to the crowd the
details of the slave before them.

'Slave number one is from Mareah. Captured at sea it is just nineteen years
old'.

Then followed details of the slave's statistics. The boy's height, weight,
measurements of chest size, neck size, waist, hips and buttocks sizes, cock
length and ball sizes were all read out. Then Koran ordered him to stand at
display. Another murmur broke out amongst the crowd as the slave jumped to
his feet and assumed the perfect posture of display. Here was a slave who
already knew what was required and the crowd feasted their eyes on the
naked flesh revealed to them.  The slave's oiled skin reflected the
flickering light of the many torches placed around the platform emphasising
the contours of his muscles, his whole body trembling as he strained to
hold the impossibly wide stance he knew was required.  Koran was only too
well aware that the slave's tremble and the fear in his eyes promised
delights beyond measure for the master who bought him. His value had shot
up in an instant. Koran ordered the slave to turn and present its side to
the buyers. Lot one quickly obeyed but Koran signalled to one of the
overseers who applied his cane to the inside of the boy's thighs. He
quickly spread his feet another 12 inches. Koran ordered him to turn again
to present his back and this time was pleased to observe the boys effort to
keep his legs properly spread. Finally another turn and he was facing the
crowd again.

Koran waited while the buyers took in every detail of the slave presented
to them. He knew that his muscles must be hurting from the extreme nature
of the posture he was straining to hold and could see that he was still
trembling. But the boy was putting on a good show as he expected which is
why he made him number one in the list. It would whet the appetite for the
items to come and set a benchmark for the price. Next came the order to
turn, bend and spread. The speed at which the boy obeyed dismayed even
Koran and certainly electrified the crowd. Between his legs lot number one
could see the men in the front few rows leaning forward, their eyes
focussed greedily on his ass hole. He knew that this feature of his anatomy
was of great interest to a master and was in no doubt that his new owner
would make frequent use of it and that he would likely not be gentle. Koran
had the boy hold the position for several minutes before ordering him to
turn and face the crowd and once he had complied he opened the bidding.

'What am I bid gentleman for this superb slave' he announced.

'Fifty Thalars' came a voice. 'Sixty' shouted another.

Bids followed in quick succession until the boy's price had reached two
hundred Thalars.  David could sense that just two buyers remained in the
bidding. The price still rose but more slowly now, the last bid being for
two hundred and forty Thalars. Then David heard another voice, a voice he
recognised. It was the Prince's chief slavemaster.

'Three hundred Thalars'.

Everyone of the buyers knew that this was the final bid; no-one would bid
against the Prince.  Koran raised his hammer and brought it down on his
desk.

Sold to His esteemed Majesty Prince Dumar' he announced.

He ordered the slave to turn and face The Prince, then to drop to his knees
and bow his forehead to the floor. The crowd erupted in rapturous
applause. Then the slave's wrists were refastened behind his back and he
was led away down steps on the other side of the platform. Koran knew The
Prince would buy this slave but he wanted to interest the buyers and a
benchmark had been set. He knew he would get over two hundred Thalars for
each of the remaining slaves.  Recalling his experience in front of The
Prince David felt very sorry for the boy and wondered if he was aware of
the pain, humiliation and suffering that would be coming his way.

Below the platform the overseer ordered the boys to move forward until lot
number two had reached the bottom of the steps. Then from above came the
command, 'send up slave number two'.  Again David watched as the boy
ascended the steps, waited for his hands to be released and then knelt. The
last view he had of lot number two was of his buttocks as he crawled out of
sight. Lot number two was a boy kidnapped from Earth with a corresponding
lighter skin than those from Mareah. The market owner liked to vary things
somewhat to keep the buyers' attention and Earth slaves always attracted a
great deal. Usually they were outnumbered by the slightly darker skinned
boys from countries not so distant but this consignment was the
exception. The sale progressed much as before though the overseers had to
use their canes rather more frequently to correct the boy's posture on a
number of occasions.  Koran put it down to the fear and bewilderment
engendered in the slave by what was happening to him rather than any
resistance on his part.  Nonetheless the slave's price rose to a healthy
two hundred and fifty Thalars before the hammer came down.

The sale of lot three progressed quickly. There were the usual ribald
comments and cheers as the slave revealed the most intimate details of his
body to the buyers and much interest as he posed, albeit unwillingly, for
their enjoyment. The boy was only eighteen and looked even younger which
appealed to those in the audience keen to indulge their more perverted
sexual interests with such a boy. His pert buttocks and inviting pink hole
drew many an appreciative comment particularly when Koran ordered him to
turn, grab his ankles and wiggle his ass. He went for two hundred and sixty
Thalars to a middle aged client seated in the front row.

Lot four was a very different. As the waiting line was ordered to shuffle
forwards it was clear that this slave would not cooperate. When his neck
chain was removed he made an attempt to run but was quickly brought back by
the two overseers from the platform who, sensing a problem, had raced down
the steps. With one on each side they frog marched him up the steps and
deposited him at the top.

'Kneel slave' growled Koran.

The two overseers unclipped their whips and set about the slave, whipping
him to the floor where he curled up trying to avoid the worst of the
stinging lashes. After a while they stopped and Koran again ordered the
slave to kneel. Now reluctantly he got to his knees, spread them wide and
placed his forehead to the floor. It came as no surprise to the market
owner that a slave should behave this way on his first sale. There was
usually at least one.  The slave's life had been transformed probably from
one of comfort and privilege to one of servitude, suffering and
humiliation.  Resistance in this situation was only natural; natural but
futile.  The slave would submit in the end; it was merely a question of how
much persuasion would be required. The sale would now progress with or
without the boy's cooperation and it would serve as a salutary lesson for
the remaining slaves below.

The market owner signalled to the overseers to release the boy's hands and
ordered him to crawl as instructed to kiss his boots. Now he obeyed albeit
slowly and knelt at Koran's feet. A murmur of approval rippled through the
crowd who, sensing a spectacle, were on the edge of their seats. To see a
recalcitrant slave boy whipped into submission was something that excited
their more sadistic leanings. Koran explained to the boy that he had better
obey or he would be whipped mercilessly until he did. He then ordered him
to crawl forward and bow properly to the buyers as instructed and clicked
fingers. With an overseer on either side the boy crawled to the spot right
at the front of the platform, knelt up, bowed and then knelt with his head
bowed. The smack of the overseer's whip as the strands slashed across the
kneeling boy's back echoed round the room.

'Knees wider slave, present yourself properly' hissed the overseer.

Quickly the boy spread his knees another six inches. The crowd cheered,
delighted by the spectacle of the rebellious slave learning to obey. Koran
announced the slave's details; Earth slave, twenty years old. Then followed
a long list of personal details concluding with the statement that the
slave clearly did not yet understand its status.  A comment from one of the
buyers that it soon would drew much laughter from the rest of the
crowd. Koran kept the boy kneeling for some time before ordering him to
stand and display and was pleased to see him get immediately to his feet.
From behind one of the overseers kicked the boy's feet wide and then wider
still whilst the other took hold of his elbows and forced them
back. Seconds later the overseers cane striking hard across the boy's
buttocks brought an anguished yelp from his lips and another cheer from the
crowd.

'HIPS FORWARD SLAVE, PRESENT YOU COCK TO THE BUYERS' shouted the man.

Now the boy obeyed instantly but the cane struck again; this time harder,
resulting in another anguished yelp.

'You will remain silent slave' said the overseer.

The cane struck again, the sound as it bit into the boy's buttocks,
resonating around the room. It also resonated with the crowd as they
cheered and laughed at the slave's suffering. And it resonated in the boys
mind as, this time, he made not a sound. The buyers watched with delight a
new slave learning a painful lesson, the tears running down his cheeks now
clearly visible.

Koran decided he would test the slave's new found obedience ordering him to
stroke his cock, to turn slowly around, to grab his ankles and wiggle his
ass, to grasp his buttocks and spread them wide, to drop to his knees and
crawl around the platform with his nose to the floor and finally to stand
facing the buyers in the position of display. The transformation could not
have been greater as, conscious of the presence of the overseers, the boy
obeyed instantly every command. Now he stood legs wide, hips thrusting
forward, a perfect posture of display, tears flooding down his face.  Koran
then opened the bidding.

The treatment of the slave on the platform had been followed in detail by
Aron who was now at the bottom of the steps. Although he could see nothing
he knew very well what was happening and what they were doing to the boy to
make him obey. Clearly any rebellion on the part of a slave would not be
tolerated and he knew that he would obey instantly every order from Koran.
After more frenzied bidding the slave went to Prince Dumar. As the final
bid was announced Aron shuddered, his stomach churning; the awful moment
would be delayed no longer. David too was well aware that in front of the
buyers the slave had been whipped into submission. Now he was the property
of the man who had him cruelly whipped for making just the smallest sound
when his probing finger had roughly entered his ass. He felt very sorry for
this boy now the slave of the sadistic ruler of this land.

'Send up slave five' came the order from above.

The sound he had been dreading resonated in Aron's ears.  The overseer
released the chain from his collar and motioned him forward. Aron climbed
quickly up the steps resigned to his fate and stood proudly on the
platform. His wrists were unlocked from behind his back and he dropped
instantly to his knees, placing his nose to the floor. Then he crawled to
the market owner, knelt up, bowed and kissed the man's boots. He knelt at
Koran's feet, nose to the floor, thighs spread as wide as he could manage,
his buttocks thrusting upwards. Koran knew then that the overseer's whips
and canes would not be required for this boy so he waved them to the
side. He clicked his fingers and watched with satisfaction as the slave
crawled, his total submission clearly evident, to the spot at the front of
the platform, there to kneel up, bow and assume exactly the posture
required. Unlike the atmosphere during the sale of the previous slave there
was silence in the auditorium. From his position Aron could see the men in
the first few rows whispering to each other, their eyes focussed of him, a
naked slave boy displayed for their pleasure. He was aware that his cock
and balls jutted prominently, propelled forwards by the wide ring clamped
around the root between his thighs which he held widely spread as he knew
he must. He recalled his first meeting with the slave master Rani who
informed him that anything less than 90 degrees would not be tolerated. He
glanced quickly at his thighs and forced them wider even though the muscles
of his groin were already complaining greatly.  He heard Koran announce his
details. As well as information about his origin and nature of capture he
heard, read out a whole list of his measurement; not just height and weight
but his chest size, his neck size, the measurement around his buttocks, the
circumference of his thighs, the length of his cock and size of his balls,
the distance from his cock to his navel, distance from his balls to his ass
hole. Koran also made reference to his 'deliciously tight virgin ass'. To
be forced to display himself in the way was bad enough but to hear all of
these intimate and personal details read out was humiliating and
degrading. Aron blushed as these details were announced to what he could
see for the first time was well over two hundred men, each one with his
eyes focussed on his exposed naked body.

'Stand slave, display' he heard Koran shout from behind.

The sudden sound startled Aron which amused the buyers but he instantly
jumped to his feet and assumed the position of display. He remembered
exactly the posture demonstrated by the slave master Rani's personal
pleasure slave. Legs spread wide, 'till it hurts, stomach sucked in tight,
hips thrust forward, hands on head, elbows back, eyes staring straight
ahead. Aron's instant obedience to the market owner's instruction brought
murmurs of approval from the crowd and some even clapped. Next he was
ordered to turn around and 'bend and spread'. Again there was not the
slightest hesitation before his fingers went to his buttocks to spread them
wide exposing his hole invitingly to the crowd. Between his legs he could
see the buyers, all eyes focussed on this most alluring of his assets and
he knew it not be very long before it would be used for the pleasure of one
of these men. The humiliation was bad enough but he wondered how much it
hurt and whether he would ever get used to it.

One of the buyers requested that he be made to march around the platform so
after several minutes displaying his ass he was ordered to stand, turn
sideways, lock his arms behind his back and march. Koran clicked his
fingers and Aron set off. At every step he lifted his legs high in front of
him, keeping his knees perfectly straight.  After a couple of circuits
Koran cracked his whip in the air.

'Faster slave' he ordered.

Aron quickened his pace. His cock and balls bounced violently up and down
as each foot landed on the floor and the crowd went wild at the sight of
the slave boy high stepping around the platform.  Any embarrassment Aron
felt at being the subject of this display was now completely lost on him;
it was nothing he had not been forced to do on the march through the
streets and only one more humiliation heaped upon the rest. After four
circuits of the platform Koran cracked the whip again and ordered him to
halt.

'Resume your position at the front of the platform' he ordered.

Aron made as if to walk to the front of the platform but was immediately
halted

'No slave, you crawl' he said, 'on your knees now'.

Aron dropped to his knees and placed his nose to the floor and seconds
later felt one of the overseer's canes strike him hard twice on his
buttocks.

'Now crawl slave' ordered Koran.

Aron crawled quickly back to the spot where he knelt with his nose pressed
firmly to the floor before Koran ordered him to the display position.

'Now gentleman what am I bid for this delightfully compliant slave boy'

The opening bid of one hundred and fifty surprised even Koran and most of
the crowd and Aron's price quickly rose to two hundred. Bids were coming
from all parts of the auditorium and he could not keep track of where they
were coming from.  Gradually the bidding slowed so that eventually just
three bidders remained by which time Aron's price had risen to two
sixty. One bidder dropped out at two seventy. Now Aron could identify the
two who were bidding to own him, the prospect of belonging to either as his
slave being equally terrifying. Koran indicated that he would now only take
bids of twenty Thalars rather than the usual ten ; it was clear that both
of these buyers wanted the slave for himself. The price was three hundred
Thalars when the hammer came down.

'Sold to Mr Vazier Mulango for three hundred Thalars' he announced.

The crowd applauded at what was a very high price for a newly captured and
untrained slave.  Koran ordered the slave boy to turn and acknowledge his
new owner.  Aron dropped to his knees and bowed to the obese man with short
black beard wearing a shiny grey coat who was now his owner and master. As
the applause died down an overseer refastened Aron's wrists, attached a
chain to his nose ring, pulled him to his feet and led him down the steps
on the other side of the platform. A short walk ended in a large room where
the previously sold slaves were waiting. Along the walls were a number of
rings, set high above their heads and the boys was fastened to these by the
chain attached to their nose rings. The method of restraint was a simple
one but one that gave the slaves no opportunity to move at all. The
overseer led Aron to the first available ring, pulled the chain up tight
and secured it with a lock.  He then returned to the salesroom. The chain
was so tight that Aron's head was pulled painfully upwards, the only relief
being if he lifted himself off his heels and took his weight on his toes.

David had followed intently Aron's sale. Now he felt the chain released
from his collar and the overseer's cane tapping on his buttocks urging him
to move forward. Then came the words he was dreading to hear, 'send up lot
number 6'. David mounted the steps quickly and as soon as his hands were
released dropped to his knees as Aron had done and crawled to the market
owner. He knelt up, bowed and kissed Koran's boots. Then, when he heard the
fingers click he crawled to the front of the platform bowed and then knelt
facing the crowd.  Kneeling knees spread wide, head bowed, he felt totally
humiliated as all his details were announced to the buyers. Then Koran
ordered him to the display position.  As quickly as he could David rose to
his feet and assumed the posture required. The overseer's cane struck him
hard on his buttocks.

'Not quick enough slave'.

Then the cane struck him again.

'Hips forward slave, present your cock properly to the buyers' said the
overseer.

David thrust his hips forward as far as he could. He could see the men in
the front row smiling and, near the centre of the row, the father and son
who had inspected him in such detail the day before were looking straight
at him. Koran ordered him to turn to the side, then back to the crowd and
then the other side. In every position David was aware of the closeness of
the overseers, always ready with their canes if his posture of display was
not perfect and twice he felt the cane on the inside of his thighs when he
failed to spread them sufficiently wide. Now he was facing the buyers once
again.

'Turn, bend and spread' ordered Koran.

David's reaction was instant this time, In less than a second he had his
back to the crowd, head between his knees and buttocks spread wide.

'I see you are learning slave' said Koran, derisively.

'He'd fucking well better, or that ass will soon change color' shouted
someone from the crowd.

This last comment drew much laughter from the crowd whom David could see
only too well between his wide spread thighs; he had never felt so helpless
and humiliated. Rico was talking to his dad and it was Lord Gorlan who
asked for the slave to be made to march round the platform 'pony boy
style'. Koran ordered David to stand, turn, lock his arms behind his back
and wait for the click of his fingers. The instant the signal came David
set off, high stepping, legs held straight. He had made just one circle of
the platform when an overseer's whip caught him across his buttocks, the
tail curling round his thigh and slashing into his balls.

'Legs higher slave' shouted Koran.

David winced at the scorching pain in his balls but did not hesitate. He
lifted his legs still higher which set his cock and balls bouncing even
more violently. The crowd cheered as Koran ordered him to trot. David had
never done this but did his best to comply. After several laps of the
platform he was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. In all he did ten
laps before Koran ordered him to stop and resume his place on the
spot. Remembering what had happened to Aron he dropped immediately to his
knees and crawled back to the front of the platform keeping his nose
brushing the boards. Then he resumed the former posture. David did not
forget to thrust his hips forward as he knew the market owner required of
him.  As he stood openly displayed David could see Lord Gorlan and his son
deeply involved in discussion.  He did not know who they were other than
that they had shown much interest in him previously. Suddenly Rico spoke.

'I should like to see the slave caned to watch its reaction please Master
Auctioneer if that's in order' he asked.

'Certainly young master' replied Koran, 'How many strokes would you like
administered'?

'Twenty, I think SIR' Rico said, after a short pause.

Gasps could be heard through the crowd; twenty strokes with the cane would
be hard for a new slave unconditioned to its future life but there were
numerous murmurs of approval, one man shouting that it would teach the
slave a lesson for the tardiness displayed in its obedience. David's worst
fears were now realised as he heard these words. He knew this was really
going to hurt and that he must not make the slightest noise or the
punishment would start again.  As one of the overseers took up a position
he steeled himself for the torment to come.

The first stroke landed full square across the middle of his buttock cheeks
and he nearly overbalanced as a flash or searing pain exploded in his
brain. There was a short pause before the second stroke landed this one
aimed slightly higher. David caught his breath but managed to remain
silent. The next eight strokes landed on different areas of his buttock
cheeks and thighs; the last one on the top of his thighs nearly drawing a
scream from his lips. That was ten and he knew it was half way over. He
looked down at the young master who had asked for this torment.  His eyes
were wide open, an expression of sheer delight on his face. Lord Gorlan too
was smiling knowing full well what agony his son was inflicting on the
slave he wished to own.  Tears well up in David's eyes, ran down his cheeks
and dripped onto his chest. Then the torment continued. Now the strokes
landed on skin already inflamed by the first ten making them doubly
painful. The 'crack' as the cane bit into David's raw and tender flesh
echoed round the chamber and excitement amongst the buyers reached fever
point as they enjoyed the spectacle of the new boy being taught the full
meaning of his slavery. To them the involuntary tremors of his body and his
efforts to maintain the enforced posture as each stroke landed were a joy
to watch to such extent that it was something of an anticlimax when the
last stroke landed. David was shaking violently and only just managed to
choke back a scream then the cane landed one more time with a reminder to
keep his hips thrusting forwards. Tears were streaming down his face to run
in rivers over his chest and belly. Rico's face, in contrast, was a picture
of pleasure. He wanted this slave for his own and imagined him kneeling,
his mouth sucking his cock which was now straining between his thighs.

'What am I bid for this slave' announced Koran

The opening bid was for two hundred Thalars followed by numerous counter
bid from all parts of the auditorium. The full significance of what was
happening now focussed David's mind; he was being sold. These men were
bidding to own him, mind, body and soul. Whoever won the bidding could do
whatever they liked to him and he would simply have to obey and submit to
the cruellest and most humiliating treatment imaginable. He would be just
an object to satisfy their sadistic pleasures and sexual lusts.

These thoughts occupied David's mind totally until he heard a bid of three
hundred Thalars from the father of the young boy who had just had him
whipped. An even more intense fear now gripped his attention. Would this
pair win the bidding or would The Prince intervene. Either prospect struck
terror in his mind. Then he heard another bid; three hundred and ten from
someone he could not identify. David glanced at the front row. Father and
son were in deep conversation.  In a perverse sort of way he hoped that
this would be the winning bid but it was not to be. The bid was once more
raised. Three hundred and twenty Thalars. This brought several gasps from
the crowd; never had a new and untrained slave commanded such a
price. Koran looked at the buyers.

'Gentleman, are there any more bids for this desirable slave'?

Silence reigned in the auditorium. David was trembling. The strain of
holding the impossibly uncomfortable position was telling on his muscles
and the trauma and humiliation of the last ten minutes and the caning was
too much to cope with. Every last vestige of dignity had been torn from
him.  As he stood, a naked slave boy, openly displayed before the buyers,
he sobbed quietly as Koran announced his sale.

'The slave is sold to My Lord Gorlan for three hundred and twenty Thalars.

David's mind was in whirl; so much so that he failed to hear the
instruction to kneel and bow until overseer's cane, slashing hard across
his buttocks brought him back to his senses.

'KNEEL AND BOW TO YOUR MASTER SLAVE' shouted Koran.

David knelt, locked his arms tightly behind his back, spread his knees wide
and bowed his forehead to the floor. The crown erupted in applause and Rico
gave his father a hug as his own personal slave was led away.

David soon found himself chained by the nose to the ring above his head. He
was on the opposite side of the room from Aron where six recently sold
slave boys now stood, heads forced upwards, heels off the floor, unable to
move a muscle.  Aron could see clearly David's state of distress. He knew
from the sounds coming from the platform that he had been harshly treated
but could do nothing to comfort him. The noise from above confirmed that
the sale was continuing with the next slave being put through his
paces. The sound of the cane on naked flesh and the cheers and laughter of
the crown contrasted sharply with the misery of the slaves chained
below. Soon the sound of the hammer coming down and another slave joined
them. Up above on the platform some boys went quietly to their fate. Others
fought the indignity imposed upon them until the overseer's whips and canes
induced their submission to the inevitable and the room below slowly filled
with freshly auctioned slave boys, none of whom could now be in any doubt
about what had just happened to them or their status in this land where
they found themselves.