Date: Tue, 13 May 2014 09:39:44 +0100 (BST)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slave boys of Muravia CH 7

In the collection hall below the sales platform Aron watched as his friend
and fellow slave with whom he had had such a short acquaintance was led
away by his new Masters. His eyes stared vacantly ahead and a tear ran down
his cheek as he wondered if he would ever see him again.  From two
different worlds they had been through a lot in the last few days. Now they
had been sold in a slave market in Madrango, capital city of Muravia where
the reputation of society for extreme brutality in the treatment of slave
swas well known. He and David had already witnessed firsthand some of this
the few days since their capture and abduction.


Vazier Mulango was a short obese man with a belly that protruded below the
belt of his pants.  Totally unfit he waddled rather than walked. He was a
trader but not a trader in slaves. His line of business was in the
manufacture of all the trappings of the slave trade; collars, manacles,
chains, cock cages and rings, buggies, whips, canes etc. In a society,
therefore, where all the labour was provided by slaves his services were in
great demand. He had been in need of a new slave to be used to demonstrate
his wares and in the slave boy Aron he knew he had found the perfect
object.

Vazier wandered slowly through the collection hall, and headed for the
aisle where the new slaves were tethered.  Secured to the walls with a
chain attached to their nose rings were the boys who had just been sold in
the auction above, each with its sales number scrawled on its chest or
belly in a colour characteristic of each buyer.  As he looked down one of
the aisles he smiled. Here were slaves from all sorts of backgrounds. All
had never been sold before; they were newly enslaved. All these boys he
knew were destined to be pleasures slaves though he also knew that not all
of them were aware of their fate. Some stood impassively their heads pulled
upwards by the chain secured to the rings in the wall above them. Others
were visibly distressed, tears running down their cheeks to drip on the
floor at their feet. Vazier remembered two from the sale; their performance
on the sales block had been amusing to watch and one in particular bore the
marks of the whips, which had been used to ensure his compliance with the
wishes of the auctioneer. Now he was forced to stand on his toes by the
chain which ran from the ring in his nose to a much larger one on the wall
above. He looked at this boy. How could he have ever thought that there was
any point in resisting?  He took hold of the boy's balls and squeezed hard.

'You will soon understand the depths of your slavery, boy' he said with a
smirk.


However it was another boy who held his interests. From his details in the
catalogue he had seen that the boy was just 18 years old, captured at sea
only a few weeks previously. This was his first sale as a slave. But he
recalled the slave's demeanour as it was led up onto the sales
platform. Here was a boy who knew he was now a slave and had therefore no
choice but submit.  Vazier knew that the boy wanted to resist; it was only
natural. But the way he meekly accepted his fate had suggested he would
make an excellent slave. He knew at once that he had made a very good
purchase. This boy would make a superb pleasure slave and, with training,
make an excellent dressage pony. This boy would restore his reputation and
standing in business circles and also might win him a trophy or two in pony
slave dressage events.

He wondered what the slave's reaction might be when, for the first time he
was harnessed to his buggy. He wondered how he would feel when a heavy ring
and a spiked steel cage was locked around his genitals denying him access
to his manhood for the rest of his life. He wondered how he would react
when he felt the true force of his owner's whip as he was punished for
failing to please him. Not that he cared but he wondered
nonetheless. Vazier looked into the young slave's face, seeing the terror
in his eyes. He knew that he could have no idea of the future that awaited
him and this thought brought a smile to his face. Whatever his previous
life had been he was now just a slave like the rest of them; slaves who, if
they did not know it already, would soon discover their fates.

Vazier gathered his thoughts. The boy had cost him a lot of money and it
was about time to recover some of it.

Aron's thoughts were quickly terminated by the presence of his new owner
standing before him.  The overseer checked the sales number written on his
chest and released his nose ring from the chain attached to the wall. Aron
knelt immediately, bowed his head to the floor and kissed the man's boots.

 'SLAVE, STAND UP! GET UPON YOUR FEET AND ASSUME THE DISPLAY POSITION!'

Aron was quick to obey his Masters' sudden, shouted instruction and
scrambled to his feet but his muscles ached from the strain imposed chain
which had secured him to the wall for the past hour.  He knew only too well
what was required of him but the speed at which he tried to assume the
position did not satisfy his new master in any way.  Vazier summoned the
overseer back.

 'It seems my new slave is unfamiliar to our ways.  Have you a cane handy'?

The overseer snapped his fingers and instantly a house slave scuttled to
his feet. The slave bowed and placed his nose to the floor.

'Fetch a number three cane' said the overseer.

 The slave bowed and quickly crawled away only to return, in seconds, with
the cane held between his teeth. He knelt up, bowed and placed the cane in
the overseer's hands.

Aron looked on in apprehension, knowing that he was to feel the wrath of
his new master for the first time. He looked at the thin rattan cane under
no illusions as to its effectiveness or the pain it would cause.  He
shivered in dread anticipation. Vazier addressed the overseer.

'My slave demonstrates an inability to show me respect and is slow to
respond to an order.  Perhaps you would teach it what is required'.

The overseer took charge and viciously kicked Aron's ankles a further foot
apart.

'Touch your toes slave' he barked.

Aron braced himself for the first cut of the cane. He held his breath and
waited. Then Vazier raised his hand.

'I should like my slave to experience a lesson it will not forget' he
said. 'Please wield the cane with severity.'

The overseer walked behind Aron. Instantly he heard the whine of the cane
and cried out in pain as it cut across his buttocks.

'Silence slave' said Vazier.

With the second blow Aron's reaction nearly toppled him forward. His
muscles contracted involuntarily as the flash of pain exploded in his brain
but he forced himself not to cry out.  As each blow landed the pain got
worse; the cane biting hard into the already inflamed and tenderised
buttocks.  In all, the overseer wielded the cane eleven times and for ten
of the strokes Aron uttered not a sound.

'ON YOUR KNEES SLAVE, BOW TO YOUR MASTER AND KISS HIS BOOTS' shouted the
overseer.

Aron dropped instantly to the floor and obeyed.

'Now we shall try again slave. ASSUME THE DISPLAY POSITION NOW' said Vazier

This time Aron's response was immediate. He sprung to his feet, spread them
impossibly wide, pulled his shoulders back, locked his hands on the top of
his head and pushed his hips forward. It was his first lesson in slave
obedience from his new Master.  It was a hard lesson but aided by the
overseer and his cane it was one he quickly learned. From now on, he knew
he must assume instantly the correct stance in front of his Master who now
ran his hands quickly over his flesh.  Vazier felt the muscles of Aron's
arms, traced the outline of his pectoral muscles and fingered each ringed
nipple. His inspection slowed as he felt the firm roundness of his buttocks
and the wheals which were already flaming red on his white flesh. Taking
the collar from a bag around his waist Vazier placed it around Aron's
neck. The two ends came together with a resounding 'click'.  Then from the
bag he produced the cock ring and cage. Aron felt the spikes on the inside
of the cage as his cock was forced down to the end. Then the pressure of
the bar as it was push through the hole which pierced his cock head from
one side to the other.

Vazier squeezed Aron's balls firmly looking for a reaction from the slave
standing before him; his slave now to do with as he wished. Aron knew he
must not flinch. He was being inspected and must not move. He did not want
to feel the overseer's cane again.


'Well at least you've learned something' Vazier said releasing the
pressure.

He fastened a long chain to the end of Aron's cock cage and ordered the
slave to follow him.  Outside in the street Vazier Melango signalled to the
group of waiting transport carts. Immediately one of the carts moved
forward and stopped in front of him. He fastened Aron's chain to the back
of the cart and took his position on the seat. At the front of the cart,
between the shafts was a slave. The shafts were attached to a wide belt
around his waist and his arms were bent behind his back with his wrists
fastened to his collar. Apart from his cock cage and a large gag in his
mouth he wore nothing. This was a taxi cart. His owner, a large overweight
man, asked Vazier the destination and instructed the slave
accordingly. Vazier took hold of the whip, conveniently placed at the side
of the cart and lashed the slave's buttocks twice. Immediately he set off
at the trot.

The crowded streets are full of conveyances in many shapes and sizes and
all are drawn by slaves in harness. Some of these conveyances, much like
his new Master's taxi were merely lightweight, one-person rickshaws powered
by a single pony slave; others were heavier, larger and more ornate and
were drawn by teams of two or four slaves. These wretched, naked slaves,
all sweating profusely in the hot afternoon sun, strained in their
harnesses as they transported their owners from one destination to
another. Aron made sure he kept up with the pace of the slave, not wishing
to be dragged along by his cock. This was his first comprehensive view of
the City of Madrango since he had been taken by the crew of the ship, which
had sunk his own only days before. The sea journey and the treatment he had
witnessed of his fellow captives had left him in no doubt as to what lay
ahead as a slave in this country.  The streets of the city were also busy
with people conducting business, milling around between the market stalls
and there were draft carts stacked high with goods of all kinds and all of
them without exception were pulled by slaves, teams of male slaves, some as
large as ten, in harnesses and chains under the control of their
Masters. There was a cacophony sounds and clattering of wheels on the stone
flags which formed the streets and frequently the unmistakable sound of a
whip on the flesh of some unfortunate slave as he was encouraged to
redouble his efforts. Aron noticed that, without exception, all of the
draft slaves wore numerous marks of a whip, vigorously applied.

The taxi moved quickly through the streets, the slave fully accustomed to
the strains imposed by the weight of the cart and occupant behind him and
within minutes had arrived at his destination.  Here he knelt on one knee,
head bowed as Vazier alighted. Before he released Aron,s leash he deposited
a small paper into a pocket on the side of the cart. It was a comment of
the 'taxi' slave's performance. On return to his base this comment would be
read by his owner. Also the time he was away would be noted. This explained
the numerous empty carts Aron had seen hurrying through the streets. If
there was any dissatisfaction on the part of the customer the slave would
be punished accordingly. They had stopped outside an imposing building with
steps leading up to a large wooden door. Above it was a sign depicting a
set of manacles and chains. The scene looked threatening and menacing as
his new owner led Aron up the steps.

Once Aron had entered his new Master's premises they were met by Vazier's
chief overseer, Marindar. Marindar had been in Vizier's employ for some 5
years and was just 22. He had risen quickly to become chief of staff. Aron
dropped quickly to his knees and placed his nose to the floor.

'Stand slave so that Marindar may inspect you' Vazier ordered.

Remembering his recent caning Aron obeyed, spreading his legs wide and
placing his hands on top of his head. This time Vazier could find no fault
in his posture. Marindar circled him, rubbing his hands over his chest and
shoulders. Then he felt his belly, his buttocks and thighs. Standing back
he smiled.

'Apparently it was captured at sea by one of our raiding ships and put into
chains for sale at the special list auction' said Vazier. 'It is not
trained but I think it will make an excellent pleasure slave and one
suitable to demonstrate our wares'

'I see' said Marindar,

'I was also interested in another slave in the sale today' continued
Vazier. 'It was an earth slave. I would like to have bought him but I was
outbid. They would have made an excellent pair for the dressage, pity'.

'I must speak with you Sir' said Marindar. 'Three of the slaves in the
leather shop were talking this morning and another's work was not
acceptable'.

'I see said Vazier. 'We will go there immediately and this slave can fetch
me a long cool drink. I need one. Show it where please Marindar' .
Marindar told Aron to follow him whilst Vazier went directly to the
workshop. He entered and as he did so, twenty slaves immediately stopped
work and knelt with their noses to the floor. Very soon Marindar joined his
Master in the workshop, followed by Aron with a glass of cooled wine in his
hands, Aron bowed low, knelt and held the glass up to his master. He took a
sip and replaced it in Aron's hands whilst listening to Marindar's report.

'Numbers 3, 7, 15, 16, come here immediately' said Vazier. 'I have heard
bad reports of your behaviour this morning'.

The four boys crawled forwards. Aron could see them trembling as they knelt
at Vazier's feet.

'PUNISHMENT POSITION NOW' He shouted.

Quickly the boys stood, spread their legs wide and bent forward to place
their hands on the floor. it was a position Aron had seen Rani's slave
adopt on the ship.

'So 3, 15 and 16 you were talking I hear. Twenty strokes of the cane each
please Marindar'.

Marindar administered the punishment. From the sound the cane made on the
boy's buttocks Aron knew he laid it on hard. He was amazed at the boys
reaction, not one of them making a sound nor breaking his position. At the
end Marindar snapped his fingers. The boys knelt, bowed to their Master and
placed their noses to the floor. Together they raised their buttocks high
and spread their thighs wide. As they bowed Aron could see the anguish in
their faces and the tears running down their cheeks.  Marindar picked up a
leather harness and showed it to Vazier. He examined it and quickly placed
it on one of the benches.

'Thirty strokes to number 7 please' was his only comment.

After ten strokes Vazier raised his hand. The punishment stopped.

'Your work slave has wasted time and materials. You should know that I will
not accept such work.  Continue please.'

After another ten strokes Aron could see that the boy was having great
difficulty in stifling the cries that wanted to explode from his mouth. He
remembered the extra caning he had received from the overseer when he
failed to keep silent. As the last few strokes of the cane landed he heard
the familiar gasp of agony escape from the boy's mouth. The punishment
stopped.

'In future you work had better be beyond reproach' said Vazier. 'Now you
will receive five more strokes for that stupid noise you made'.

After the five extra strokes had been administered Vazier clicked his
fingers. The young slave boy knelt, bowed his head to the floor and crawled
forward to kiss Vazier's boots.

'I shall watch you closely in future boy' he said. 'Return to your places
and continue with your work'.

Vazier took hold of the glass which Aron had been holding whilst the
punishments continued.

'Now Marindar, I would be grateful if you would apply thirty strokes to
this slave's buttocks for allowing its attention to wander'.

'Certainly Sir' Marindar replied. 'Punishment position slave' he ordered.

As he assumed the position Aron regretted allowing his attention to be
distracted by the caning of the young slaves.

 'Thirty strokes without pausing please Marindar'.

Aron steeled himself in advance of the pain to come. He knew he must endure
without a sound no matter the agony he was about to feel. Marindar rubbed
the cane over the tightly stretched muscles of his buttocks. He smiled as
he quivered in anticipation of the punishment to come. He felt no emotion;
to him he was just another slave who had failed in his duty. He would teach
him a lesson he would not forget.

After the first stroke he laid the cane on hard and fast. Welt covered welt
as he covered Aron's quivering buttocks with rapidly darkening
stripes. This was a duty he relished particularly as he knew the slave had
no choice but to accept what he was dishing out or face even more agonising
punishments. Aron gritted his teeth as the burning agony in his buttocks
grew. He failed to hear the click of Vazier's fingers when it stopped.

'Another five please Marindar, the slave still has not learnt to pay
attention to its betters.

After this when he clicked his fingers again Aron dropped instantly to his
knees, bowed and crawled to kiss Vazier's boots.

'Clearly slave you have much to learn but you will soon realize what is
required of you here. You may resume your position'.

Aron knelt up, bowed and took his position to the side of his Master. He
replaced the glass into his outstretched hands. Vazier then spoke to
Marindar.

'I am going to my day room. Perhaps you would set these slaves back to work
and join us there'.

Without further comment he turned and left the room. Aron followed
quickly. It had been a long tiring morning at the auction. Vazier had sat
through the sale of many lots before the boys in whom he had interest had
appeared on the platform. He threw his bag on the floor and collapsed in
the soft cushions of one of the many low chairs dotted about the room. Aron
stood before him, spread his legs wide and bowed low. Then he knelt to the
side with the glass held high within his reach.  Vazier looked at the slave
kneeling to his side. Then, taking the glass from his hands he spoke.

'My feet are hot and tired slave' he said. 'I require you to massage them
with your tongue'.

Aron bowed his head to the floor. He waited for the snap of his Master's
fingers before carefully removing his boots and placing them to ones
side. Then he took the left foot in his hands, kissed it and began to suck
his toes. Whilst he sucked each toe in turn he gently massaged the sole and
top of his foot with his hands. He made sure that his tongue licked every
part of each toe and in between before passing on to the next. Some minutes
later Vazier snapped fingers again and pointed to the other foot. Satisfied
with Aron's servitude, Vazier relaxed into the cushions, placed the empty
glass on the table beside his and closed his eyes. As he licked and sucked
the toes of his new Master Aron thought about what he had just witnessed
and the painful throbbing in his own buttocks. He was in no doubt about the
extreme nature of the enslavement practiced by the men of this new land.


That evening Gorlan and Rico spent many an hour discussing their new
acquisition's future during which time each of their slaves was dispatched
on occasions to serve bowls of fruit and glasses of wine. One thing that
concerned Rico was the name by which his new slave should be known. After
much discussion they settled on 'Eno' meaning cock sucker. They critically
observed Eno's performance as he served them, assessing his posture at all
times and the fluidity of his movements. In between these domestic duties
David resumed his position of full kneeling display facing away from his
master with his ass in the air. Rico ordered his slave to turn around and
kneel up.

'What is your name slave' he enquired.

'David master', replied David.

'Wrong slave, you name is Eno, understand slave'?

'Yes master, said David.

'Know what it means slave'?

'No master'.

'It means cock sucking slave which is what you are' said Rico. 'You will
soon get used to our meanings here'.

'Yes master' replied David.

Gorlan had been thinking and had decided that the new slave's body required
improving and, despite Rico's protestations he persuaded his son that it
needed its muscles developed and its body honed to match that of his own
slave. Then and only then would they be able to set about their training as
a pony boy pair. Reluctantly Rico agreed that his slave would be sent to
the irrigation pumps the next morning. But it was time for dinner and now
Rico had his own slave to serve and attend him.

'You had better watch Uko to learn how to serve us at table' said Rico,
addressing his new slave.

On their way to the kitchens where the food was prepared under the watchful
eyes of the household chief slave master Petron quickly advised David of
the procedure.

'Make sure you bow before setting a dish down and afterwards. Also the same
when collecting an empty dish from the table. Make sure you bow on entering
and leaving the room and never turn you back on your master; you must walk
backwards on leaving. If your master clicks his fingers and points under
the table you quickly get underneath and take your master's cock in your
mouth.  Otherwise you must assume display position to the side of your
master' he said.

That was about all the advice Petron could in the time before the two
slaves were handed the first dish. Fortunately for David it was
sufficient. The meal passed off without incident and David was immensely
relieved that Rico had found no fault in his servitude.  As Gorlan and Rico
rose from the table at the end of the meal Petron quickly whispered to
David that he must kneel with his nose to the floor as their masters left
the room. Then, after clearing the table it was time for the two slaves to
eat. Kneeling on the floor in the kitchen they quickly ate the contents of
the bowls which had been placed for them. It was a brief opportunity for
them to speak and introduce themselves but, apart from names and where they
were from, there was little time to say much more as the slave master was
constantly in and out of the room. If they were caught talking it would
almost certainly have been reported to their masters. The contents of the
bowls were the same brown mushy paste that David was now getting used
to. It tasted of very little but at least it seemed wholesome and satisfied
his hunger. Water was provided for the slaves to drink and then it was time
to return to their masters. Petron explained that they had only a short
time before they must return and kneel before them. Quickly they finished
their food and returned to the room where Rico and his father were in deep
discussion. Together they entered, crawling noses to the floor. They knelt
up, bowed to their respective master and knelt one again nose to the floor,
thighs spread wide.

Rico's excitement was mounting. He sent David to wait in his bed chamber
and said goodnight to his father. In spite of his tiredness he was
determined to derive maximum pleasure from his slave that night. He was
pleased to see when he entered the bedroom that his slave was already
waiting in the required position. Until he was fully trained and
demonstrated absolutely that he accepted his slavery by performing to his
exacting standards he had told him that the required position would always
be full kneeling display. Nose and chest to the floor, thighs wide, ass in
the air. Rico knew it was a painful position to hold for any length of time
but it was a lovely position, for him at least, to observe his slave's ass
and his degree of obedience and anyway the slave needed to learn to please
him. Rico threw off his clothes and snapped his fingers.

'Pay attention slave' he said. 'When I undress myself you will take my
outer garments and carry them respectfully to the closet where they are to
be hung, You may walk whilst doing this. My undergarments you will carry
held between your teeth to the wash basket, on your hands and knees of
course; make sure your nose is touching the floor.

Rico clicked his fingers again and watched as his slave carried out his
instructions. Meanwhile he sat herself on the end on his bed. He was
pleased to observe that the slave had already turned down the covers but
had decided that he would make use of him and assess his skills with his
tongue before retiring. On completion of his task David crawled before him
and resumed his position on the floor.

'Turn round slave and face away from me' Rico ordered. 'Until I say
otherwise you will always face away from me in that position in my
bedchamber'.

The posture was one where he could more easily assess the correct adoption
of the position.  Quickly David obeyed, not wishing to feel the whip again
for a sloppy response. He turned and forced his chest to the floor. He
spread his thighs and thrust up his rear as far as he could. The pain in
his groin was intense as he strained every muscle to hold the position. To
add to that Rico's whip landed twice on his buttocks.

'Not bad slave, you are learning I think'.

Rico kept him in that position for several minutes, just admiring the view
and enjoying the thought of the mental anguish the slave must be going
through and the pleasure he was about to experience. Then he clicked his
fingers again.

'Eno, attend you my pleasure' he said

At lightning speed David turned, bowed his head to the floor and awaited
the next click of his master's fingers. He had already learned that this
was the signal to obey an order previously given and must respond instantly
when he heard it. When it came moments later he crawled forward and placed
his lips to the tip of Rico's cock which was already hard and dripping pre
cum. He placed his tongue under the head of Rico's cock and licked the
glistening discharge oozing from the slit.  Before he had time to go
further Rico issued another order.

'Place your hands behind your back and then lick and then suck by balls
slave'

David quickly complied. Lifting his master's cock with his nose he opened
his mouth wide to accommodate Rico's generously sized balls. Then, with his
tongue extended, he licked first one and then the other. Rico relaxed
backwards onto the bed, supporting himself on his elbows to enjoy the
delightful sensations of his slave's tongue. He intended to fuck the
slave's asshole doggie style but resisted the temptation to order it
immediately to the floor. Instead he would enjoy the slave's tongue paying
homage to his crotch. For many minutes David licked his master's balls
which filled his mouth until Rico gave another command.

'Lick lower slave. I want to feel your tongue between my balls and my ass
now'.

Releasing his masters balls David buried his head deeper into Rico's crotch
until he touched the sensitive flesh between the thighs.

'Lick all the way to my ass slave' Rico added as his slave's exploring
tongue delivered even more exciting sensations. New sensations never
experienced before but ones he knew would be repeated any time he wanted.

Rico was in heaven. He had heard from his father's words about his own
slave Uko, that a good pleasure slave was worth every Thalar he cost and
now he realised the absolute truth of those words. Why his father had left
it so long before giving him a pleasure slave of his own, he could not
think. However that question could wait. Meanwhile he would prolong the
inevitable fucking of his slave's ass for as long as possible.  Again many
minutes past, fifteen or more, before Rico's next command.

'Now lick around my ass slave and I want to feel your tongue exploring deep
inside'.

Getting used to the smell of his Rico's crotch, David searched out the
puckered ring of his master's hole. He traced his tongue around the
entrance several times and then pushed in deeper with the tip. His efforts
were at once accepted by a long low moan of pleasure from Rico's
lips. David felt disgusted and humiliated with what he was being compelled
to do but his aching buttocks and the only too recent sting of his master's
cane forced him to continue. Rico was now moaning incessantly; the urge to
take his slave's asshole growing by the second.

'Take my cock in your mouth slave' he said when he felt he could delay no
more. 'I want it nice and wet slave boy coz it's going in your ass in a few
minutes' he added, his contempt for his slave clearly evident in his
voice. David lifted his head and took the full length of Rico's cock in his
mouth.  The pre cum which now covered the head had spread over his lips and
now dribbled down the back of his throat. David just wanted the whole thing
to be over and done. He knew his master's cock would hurt him as it was
forced into his rear and he knew his master would not be gently.  Why
should he? Rico was master and he was just a slave to give him
pleasure. Then the order came.

'On your feet Eno, turn away and touch your toes'.

David had hardly assumed the position he felt his master's cock pressing at
the entrance to his ass.  Then his master's arms reaching round him. Rico
grasped David's buttocks and, with one enormous thrust forced his cock deep
into his slave's ass. For the second time David experienced the pain as a
thick black cock brutally invaded his rear. Now Rico could wait no
longer. He thrust rapidly in and out, his balls slapping on his slave's ass
cheeks. He knew he was nearing the point of no return but was not prepared
to wait longer. There was no need; he could do it all again just as soon as
he felt the urge. The slave would have no choice. Rico's thrusts grew
faster and faster and his breathing quickened until, with another long moan
his cock exploded. David felt his master's cum squirting hot within him
with each contraction of his cock.

Gradually Rico's thrusting became less violent and less frequent as his
cock pumped the last of his cum into David's ass. Drained of his seed he
pulled out and clicked his fingers and, despite the ache engulfing in his
rear David turned, dropped to his knees and took Rico's cock instantly into
his mouth. He licked, sucked and swallowed the last of his master's cum
making sure every last trace was consumed. Satisfied that his cock was now
clean Rico ordered David to assume his previous position, touching his
toes. He then administered another ten strokes of the cane to David's ass
and despite the flaming buttocks which his slave presented, he laid the
strokes on hard. David wondered how he could endure much more of this
treatment but when Rico stopped and clicked his fingers again, he dropped
instantly to his knees, bowed his forehead to the floor and crawled to kiss
his master's feet. Rico dropped the cane and sat on the end of the bed. He
then addressed the slave kneeling at his feet.

You will quickly learn what I expect of my slave' he said. 'I want to see
more devotion and desire to please me in your servitude. In particular I
want to feel a much firmer tongue especially when you are worshiping deep
within my crotch and my ass'. The more you please me the less I will cane
you unless of course it is simply for my pleasure in your suffering. Do you
understand slave'?

'Yes master' replied David, choking back his tears.

'Excellent' said Rico, attaching a long chain to David's collar. 'You may
now cover me over. You will lie beside my bed. If you feel a tug on the
chain it means I require making use of you during the night.  David settled
himself on the floor. The pain in his asshole and the agony of his tortured
buttocks subsided only slowly as he tried to blot out the horror of the day
from his mind.