Date: Tue, 20 May 2014 17:04:20 +0100 (BST)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave boys of Muravia CH 8

Slave boys of Muravis CH8

Aron's first night in the home of his new Master provided him with little
rest. After being sent to the bedchamber he knelt, waiting as ordered head
bowed. When his master entered he immediately placed his nose and chest to
the floor and as Vazier stood before him Aron kissed his feet.

'Undress me slave' he ordered.

The man was wearing a long one piece robe rather like an Arab thobe with
buttons down the front.  On releasing the buttons Aron slipped it from
Vazier's shoulders. He ordered his slave to fold it neatly and put it on a
chair. Beneath the robe Vazier wore only a long pair of white shorts tied
round above his waist. Aron reached up to untie the cord and was rewarded
with a hard slap in the face.

'Use only your teeth now slave' Vazier grunted.

The knot undone Aron eased the garment down with his teeth, first one side
then the other until it fell to the ground. Vazier stepped out of his
shorts and instructed Aron to carry it in his teeth to a basket at the side
of the room. Following this Aron returned to his master, bowed and knelt
with his nose to the floor. Vazier ordered him to kneel up. Without the
thobe the full spectacle of his master's flabby obese body was
revealed. Around his middle rolls of fat topped his belly which sagged
almost to his groin. Beneath his belly his enormous cock extended from a
mass of dense black hair, the tip glistening in the shimmering light from
oil lamps around the walls. The room was large and contained a four poster
bed, numerous cabinets, sets of drawers, several chairs and, bolted to the
floor, two vertical posts topped with a horizontal bar. The bar was at the
height of Aron's head and he wondered what the purpose could be. He did not
have long to wait as Vazier ordered him over the bar and fastened his
ankles and wrists to the bottom of each post.

'Welcome to the rutting frame slave' he said. 'There will be many times
when I shall require you to pleasure me on the bed in a more leisurely
fashion but now I'm simply going to fuck your hole. I shall require you to
make my cock nice and wet. The wetter it is the easier it will be for you
when it enters your ass, understand slave'

'Yes master' replied Aron.

Vazier stood in front of Aron's face and lifted his cock.

'Raise your head boy and prepare your master's cock for your ass'.

Aron took Vazier's cock between his lips and almost gagged as it filled his
mouth to the back of his throat. Then he licked. He licked every inch of
his master's massive cock making sure that no part was not covered with his
saliva. Vizier quickly withdrew and went round to the other side of the
bar. He spread Aron's ass cheeks to expose the shiny pink hole nestling
invitingly between and, with one massive thrust, forced his cock inside to
its full length. Aron cried out as the pain of the brutal invasion shot to
his brain.

'SILENCE SLAVE' growled Vazier.

The merchant was not in the least concerned in prolonging his pleasure; he
would fuck the slave again before settling down to sleep. Violently he
thrust in and out, his fat belly slapping against Aron's tightly stretched
buttocks. His breathing quickened as did the frequency of his thrusts
until, with a series of prolonged animal like grunts, he released his man
seed deep into the bowels of his slave. Aron felt the hot cum spreading
inside him. He felt so humiliated. He knew from the moment he was put in
chains on the raider's ship that life as a slave would be hard but never
had he dreamt that he would be used as an object to satisfy the sexual
pleasures of his master.  Just as quickly Vazier withdrew, placed his
dripping cock in front of Aron's mouth and ordered him to lick it
clean. Then, from the side of the room he selected a short multi-stranded
whip. Approaching the tethered slave boy, the object of his so recent
pleasure, he applied it ten times hard to Aron's buttocks and the backs of
his thighs.

'In future my slave you will remain silent unless spoken too. 'I don't care
how much you are hurting, I do not want to hear a sound. Understand, slave
boy'?

'Yes master' replied Aron, his voice shaky as he choked back a sob.

Vazier placed the whip between Arons's teeth and ordered him to hold
it. Then he went to the bed to stretch out and relax. Fucking his new slave
had released the tensions of the day and, as the pleasurable sensations in
his groin slowly subsided, he closed his eyes. Vazier dozed for an hour
before realizing that the hour was late. He sat up and looked at his slave
still secured over the rutting bar, its ass perfectly presented for his
use. His cock was stirring once more and he got to his feet. Approaching
the slave he took the whip from his mouth and presented his rapidly
hardening cock. Knowing what was coming Aron obediently took it into his
mouth. It was in his interest to make it wet and slippery as quickly as
possible. Now when his master's cock entered his ass he made not a sound
though the pain was just as intense.  Vazier quickly satisfied his lust and
after having his cock cleaned once more the slave released him from the
frame. Then he attached a chain to Aron's collar and ordered him to the
floor.

'Cover me over slave' he said, returning to the bed 'You will sleep on the
floor at the foot of the bed. If you feel a tug on the chain you will crawl
under the cover and take my cock in your mouth, understand boy'?

'Yes Master' replied Aron, grateful that his ass would receive no more
abuse, at least for the moment.

Aron lay on the floor, thankful that his efforts seemed to be satisfactory.
At least he had not felt his master's whip again. The night was hot, the
air still and humid and Vazier used Aron's tongue to pleasure him again
during the night, this time depositing his cum into his slave's mouth.
Aron served his master's breakfast an hour after sunrise, after first
having his body washed inside and out by a house slave under the watchful
eye of Marindar and then eating his own breakfast.  The food was prepared
by house slaves under the direction of the chief slave master. For him it
consisted of a bowl of cereals and milk mixed up into a sloppy brown
paste. It tasted of nothing but he ate it with relish, kneeling on the
floor whilst the house slaves went about their duties. Whilst Vazier ate
his breakfast Aron stood in the position of display, legs spread, head
bowed. He made sure his posture was perfect. Then he attended his master in
his shower, soaping his body and rinsing it with warm water heated by the
sun. He held out his master's clothes whilst he dressed and knelt to fasten
the buttons of his thobe. Finally the boots which were laced up to the
calf.  Vazier then left the room, ordering his slave to follow. Instantly
Aron obeyed, crawling with his nose brushing the tiles.

He followed his masterinto one of the workshops where Marindar was
waiting. He approached the slave, holding in his hand a wide leather waist
belt which he fastened tightly around Aron's waist securing it with a lock
at the front. At each side of the belt a metal strap was attached which
extended downwards and terminated with a ring on the outside of his thighs
just above the level of his cock. Vazier inspected the fit and the level of
the rings.

'Perfect' he said', 'tight but not constricting and at just the right
height'.

Marindar then ordered Aron to follow him out into the yard where there was
a small buggy waiting.  But the buggy was like nothing Aron had seen
before. There were two large wheels with a leather covered seat between
them but instead of two shafts at the front there was only one fixed to the
buggy in the centre below the seat. At the front end of this was a thick
ring in two halves about an inch and a half in diameter and just behind
that a shiny metal plug some six inches high projecting upwards. Marindar
fastened Aron's arms up behing his back securing his wrists to the back of
his collar and then ordered him to stand with his legs spread above the end
of the shaft which he then lifted up between the slave's thighs. He forced
the metal plug which had been thinly coated with oil, into Aron's ass hole
and clamped the thick ring around the base of his cock behind the cage.
Finally a short chain, attached to the shaft behind the plug was secured to
the back of the waist strap. The shaft was now pulled up tightly between
Aron's legs with the plug filling his ass. Taking hold of the reins
Marindar passed them through the rings hanging from the waist band and
clipped the ends to the rings which had been pierced through each of Aron's
balls.  Vazier checked the chain between the slave's ass cheeks making sure
there was no slack and then asked Marindar to mount the buggy and take hold
of the reins.

'Pull on the reins one at a time please Marindar' said Vazier.

Vazier watched intently as Aron's balls and cock were pulled first one way
and then the other.

'Perfect' he exclaimed. 'I think the slave will understand the meaning,
makes a nice change from the bit gag. Now I'll try the reins on its cock
cage'.

Vazier clipped the reins to each side of Aron's cock cage and asked
Marindar to try them again. He watched as Aron's cock was now pulled
violently from one side to the other.

'Excellent' he exclaimed. This and the single shaft buggy will be quite a
revolution in dressage. A buggy solely attached to the slaves cock and a
butt plug for stability with the control reins attached either to his balls
or his cock according to the wishes of the rider! Superb Marindar, just
superb. I think we have a winner here'.

'I do agree' replied Marindar. 'And one other advantage too, You know how
attaching reins attached to the slave's bit gag hinders the application of
the buggy whip? Well now, with the reins this low, the slave's back and
buttocks can easily be reached by the whip and, of course, the view is much
better too'.

'You are right, but I did have that in mind as well' retorted Vazier with a
grin.

Aron's humiliation at the way the two men discussed his predicament burnt
deep into his consciousness. It was as if he was just an object to be
abused for their pleasure. He was rapidly becoming aware of what it meant
to be a pleasure slave in Madrango.

'Now I think I should take the new buggy out for a drive' said Vazier. '
But first I think we'll have the slave gagged. You had better get back to
the check on the workshop. I think I'll keep the reins on its cock for the
moment'.

Vazier ordered Aron to open his mouth into which he immediately pushed a
large leather ball. He secured the gag with straps buckled at the back of
his slave's head. Then he climbed into the buggy.

Marindar opened the gate to the yard. Vazier lashed the buggy whip across
Arons's buttocks with the command 'WALK' at the same time tugging on the
left hand rein.  Aron turned and headed for the gate but, having taken only
a couple of steps felt the whip slashing across his rear.

'Legs straight slave, lifted high in front of you. This is a dressage
buggy. Walk as you have been taught.

As the sun came up in the morning Rico tugged the chain attached to David's
collar and ordered him under the covers to suck his cock. Having deposited
his morning's cum in his slave's mouth he sent him to fetch his
breakfast. David crawled from the room and hurried to the kitchen where the
tray was waiting. Returning quickly to the bed chamber he approached the
bed, spread his legs and bowed low. He carefully placed the tray in front
of his master, bowed again and knelt, head bowed beside the bed.  When he
had finished Rico clicked his fingers, David stood, bowed and removed the
tray from the bed. Rico then ordered his slave to return to the kitchen,
have his own food and then to wait for him in the yard.

David hurried to the kitchen and knelt whilst a bowl of food was placed on
the floor in front of him.  The man was one of the kitchen staff employed
by Lord Gorlan to look after the house. It was a supervisory role, all of
the work being done by the house slaves. These were basically work slaves
that never came into contact with His Lordship or his son except in cases
of poor discipline or when a slave was bought or sold. David of course, as
a slave, must show all due respect to this man as indeed he must to all of
Lord Gorlan's employees. He bowed to him as he entered the kitchen and
remained with his nose to the floor until ordered to eat. Another bowl was
placed before him containing water. The man ordered him to drink. David
knew better than to attempt to use his hands. Pushing his face into the
bowls he quickly slurped up the paste like food and water. Then he knelt
with his nose to the floor. The man picked up the bowls and ordered him to
the yard.  David bowed, crawled from the room and hurried outside. He knelt
in the centre of the yard with his nose to the floor. He kept half an eye
on the door through which he knew his Master would emerge. He would
probably be watching him, he thought so he dare not raise his head.
Minutes later the door opened and Lord Gorlan came out into the yard,
closely followed by Rico and Petron carrying a long glass of golden
liquid. Rico had in his hand a long single tail whip. Gorlan settled in a
chair, his slave kneeling to the side holding the glass high whilst Rico
strode to the centre of the yard. Rico ordered David to his feet and to
collect a large wooden beam from the side of the yard and return. David
quickly obeyed, crawling backwards to the side of the yard, picking up the
beam with both hands and hurrying back to kneel at his master's feet.

'Stand up slave' he said, 'hold the beam above your head'.

He complied. Hesitation was not acceptable to his master. Rico fastened the
chain hanging from the boom to the back of David's collar.

'Now slave', he continued. 'You will start running round the yard in a
large circle. Keep the beam high above your head. Begin'.

David set off; running in a circle restrained the chain attached to the
boom. He soon began to sweat profusely, as the temperature was about 90
degrees. As he passed the veranda he could see Lord Gorlan relaxing in the
shade, the glass in his hands but he continued to pound the grass as he
kept up the blistering pace. His arms ached with the weight of the beam as
he held it high above his head. He could feel the sweat running down his
back and thighs and that from his forehead ran into his eyes. His legs
began to ache, and his speed slowed, but as he came round to start the
fourth lap, Rico raised the whip and, as he ran past, took a swipe at
David's buttocks.  Rico was an expert with the long whip and it landed
neatly across both cheeks. David picked up his pace once again. Rico was
intoxicated with the power he had to punish his slave and wanted to use the
whip at every available opportunity. He had often seen slaves body whipped
and was impatient to do it himself. He returned to the shade of the veranda
and watched his new slave for another few laps of the yard.

'You know father, I think you are right about the irrigation wheels, much
as I will miss the slave I think it must spend some time there very
soon. Its thigh and calf muscles need developing to match Uko'.

'You are quite right my son, perhaps you might deliver it this afternoon. I
will instruct Uko to be ready with the cart after lunch shall I'?

'Yes father' replied Rico.

After another ten laps of the yard he ordered David to halt, to put the
beam down and kneel at his feet.

'I require a drink slave, fetch it and serve it to me here and be quick
about it'

David knelt up, bowed and hurried into the house, crawling backwards with
his nose pressed to the floor.

For the remainder of the morning Rico instructed his slave how he required
his bedchamber to be kept, where things must be placed and how his clothes
were to be kept tidy. He instructed him how to kneel and bow to him with
every command he gave him. He explained how his wished his bath to be
prepared and how to wash and dry him and he spent some time detailing
exactly how he required his new slave was to worship his cock. He sat on
the end of the bed, opened the front of his tunic and clicked his fingers.

David crawled between Rico's thighs, opened his mouth and thrust out his
tongue. He locked his arms behind his back then began to pleasure his
master following the detailed instructions he had just been given.  Placing
his tongue beneath the head of Rico's cock he licked up and swallowed the
pre cum oozing from the tip. Then he began the process of providing Rico
with the pleasure he,as master, demanded from his slave's act of sexual
servitude. For the next ten minutes David used the tip of his tongue to
excite the sensitive nerves at the end of his master's cock which was now
rock hard.  His tongue gently massaged the exposed head, concentrating on
the piss slit and the plum shaped head surrounding it. He knew that this
was one of the most sensitive areas of a man's cock and that he was
required to raise the level of his master's excitement in this way before
exploring another sensitive area on the underneath of his cock. His own
cock was now stirring within its cage but the spikes immediately suppressed
any erection which only added to the sense of sexual frustration that was
building; he had now not been able even to touch his own cock for about 24
hours. But the thought of punishment to follow if he did not provide the
most exquisite pleasure to his master, quickly focussed his thoughts on his
task. With the tip of his tongue he explored his master's piss slit once
more before allowing the head to enter his mouth so that he could
concentrate now on the underneath of the shaft. Rico was moaning with
pleasure which encouraged David to continue with renewed effort though he
really did not want to. But he did not want to be caned again.

With the tip of his tongue he massaged the underside of Rico's thick black
shaft from his balls to the tip, moving slowly along the length and from
side to side. Continuing, he now closed his mouth around the massive cock
and by moving his head forwards and backwards he gently squeezed the
massive organ along its whole length with his lips but making sure that his
tongue continued its exploration of every part, returning always to the
cock head and piss slit. Rico grabbed David's head and pulled it into his
crotch, forcing his cock to the back of his slave's throat. Seconds later
David felt the cum pumping into him and he swallowed. Rico's cock filled
his mouth and he could feel the spasms on his tongue as his master's cock
squirted load after load to the back of his throat.  Rico collapsed onto
the bed moaning and grunting in the most excruciatingly breathtaking
pleasure he had ever experienced which was only enhanced from knowing that
the slave who was providing it had absolutely no choice but to provide this
pleasure as often he, the master, desired. For over a minute he revelled in
the sensations provided by his slaves deliciously sucking mouth before
sitting up once again and withdrawing his cock. Threads of cum dripped from
the end as he clicked his fingers. David immediately took the thick black
organ back into his mouth and licked and sucked it clean swallowing the
remains of his master's pleasure. Then, at another click of Rico's fingers,
he withdrew, knelt knees spread wide and bowed his head to the floor.

'Inspection position slave' Rico ordered.

Quickly David assumed the position. Rico picked up the cane which had been
resting on the bed and applied five strokes to his slave's buttocks. Then
he clicked his fingers again. David knelt, bowed and crawled forwards to
kiss his master's feet.

'There is some improvement slave' said Rico, 'make sure it continues'.

By now time it was time to join his father for lunch.  With a click of his
fingers Rico ordered David to follow him to the lounge. He crawled one pace
behind on his hands and knees. In the lounge Gorlan was already seated at a
small table, his slave kneeling beside him with his nose to the floor.
Rico seated himself opposite his father and, pointing to the floor beside
him, clicked his fingers.  David knelt, adopting the same posture and the
other slave.

Lunch over Gorlan ordered Petron to the yard to be harnessed to one of the
small buggies. David was ordered to clear away the remains of the meal and
then join Uko, the name Gorlan always used to refer to his slave, in the
yard. Knowing that Rico would be watching David hurried to the centre of
the yard and assumed the full kneeling display position which was mandatory
for him now whilst waiting for his master.  As he waited He reflected on
his present situation. Now in his nineteenth year, he had been a slave for
only a few days. But time was of no consequence, he was no longer aware of
the exact time since he was at home. He was beginning to understand the
unrelenting cruelty of his slavery full of punishment, pain, humiliation
and toil.  David had been waiting for nearly an hour before the door flew
open and Rico strode purposefully across the yard.

'Kneel beside the cart' Rico ordered after inspecting his slave's posture.

Instantly David raised himself to his knees and bowed and then crawled
swiftly to the side of the cart where he knelt on his hands and
knees. Bracing his arms and legs, he offered his straightened back as a
step up into the cart. Rico moved first to examine his father's slave Uko
before mounting the cart. Suddenly he was gripped with a cold fury as he
noticed the lack of tension in his muscles.  Unclipping his whip, he laid
into the slave furiously lashing his naked chest, belly and thighs.

'Posture slave' he hissed. 'Remember your master and I expect perfect
posture at all times'.

Petron forced back his shoulders, his chest out and sucked in his
belly. Foolishly he had not noticed that he had relaxed his posture during
the hour he had been waiting. Rico lashed his thighs twice more.

'Perfect at ALL times, you should know better slave' he repeated.

Finally, his anger partially satiated, he used his own slave as a step up
onto the cart and taking hold of David's leash he fastened it to a ring at
the side. Then with a swing of his arm Rico lashed Petron's buttocks with
the carriage whip.

'Walk' he ordered.

The road outside the yard was busy. Travelling with them, in both
directions, were drays drawn by large teams of naked slaves. These slaves
all wore heavy leather harness and were yoked in pairs four abreast. The
drays travelling in one direction were heavily laden with the harvested
produce of the fields and were heading for the processing and packing sheds
and the slaves hauling these drays were clearly distressed. They strained
under their yokes and thrust into their harness to keep the fully laden
drays moving forward. Walking on either side of the team were two
overseers, men or boys in their late teens, armed with long whips. These
whips were constantly moving over the sweating, straining bodies of the
teams seeking out the back of any slave deemed by the overseers not to be
giving of his best effort. Other carts moving faster with only one
passenger swept past pulled by pony boys in decorative harness. They
trotted, knees lifting high spurred on by the whips of their owners.

Soon Rico entered the city and within a few minutes they passed what was
obviously the premises of a slave trader. Outside in the street a crowd of
men, gathered around a line of cages stacked two high, each cage containing
a slave kneeling in a position of display. David was not surprised to see
that all of these boys were white or pale skinned. Rico halted the cart to
take a brief look at the items on offer. He and his father would rarely buy
from such an establishment, except perhaps a field slave, preferring to
frequent a different market where better quality specimens were displayed
and sold. However, as he was passing he took a few moments to inspect the
stock. His mission was pressing and if anything caught his attention he
could always stop for a better look on his return. One boy in particular
might have the makings of a pleasure slave he thought though he looked
quite young.

Rico applied his whip once more to Petron's buttocks; twice this time and
the slave broke into a trot.  Soon they left the city behind and half an
hour later he pulled back on the reins to slow the slave to a walk.  As
they approached the river David could see a whole line of machines at the
water's edge. He was unsure of their purpose but soon discovered that these
provided an inexhaustible supply of water from the rivers.  A series of
pumps and waterwheels continually brought water from the rivers to keep it
flowing through the channels which criss-crossed the fields. These pumps
and waterwheels were of course powered by slaves and operated, ceaselessly,
twenty-four hours a day all year round.  Rico stopped the cart beside one
of the wheels and dismounted as Petron knelt. As he did so the supervisor
approached and after some words of greeting he turned towards the slave
leashed behind the buggy. David knelt head bowed as the man
approached. Rico removed his leash.

'Ah the pleasure slave...Stand' the man ordered.

David obeyed; legs spread wide hands clasped on his head. The man ran his
hands over David's legs starting at the ankles. He squeezed the muscles of
his thighs and buttocks and tested the firmness of his belly. Then he
turned to Rico.

'Well I am sure we can do something to improve this' he remarked. 'Two
weeks you said? I think we had better make if three if that is all right
with you'.

Rico did not reply immediately. He had thought that two weeks would be
sufficient time to develop his slave's leg power sufficient for the pony
events. The man spoke again.

'I see you are not sure but this slave clearly has not been developed to
the standard of a pony. I assume you wish it paired with this slave?'

He pointed at Petron who still knelt a few yards away.

'Yes' said Rico.

'All of those need developing' said the supervisor, pointing to David's
arms, shoulders, buttocks thighs and calves. 'Give me three weeks and I can
guarantee that it will be fit for the purpose.  Strength in the slave's
calves and thighs are so important for the dressage. However it might need
a week or so in the galleys to develop the upper body'.

Reluctantly Rico agreed. He remounted the cart, lashed his whip across
Petron's back as he stood up, his frustration showing in the force of the
blow, and then set off home.

The supervisor ordered David to follow him. He led him to a group of slaves
resting under an open shelter. As he approached, they all knelt up with
heads bowed. The boys wore heavy metal collars and were loosely chained
together by the neck in a group of fifteen. Removing the collar from the
slave at the end of the line he ordered David to kneel in his place. Soon
the heavy collar was locked around his neck. The supervisor fastened his
wrists behind his back with a short chain and when the man departed the
slaves relaxed again. David looked around. He started to ask the boy next
to him a question but the boy stopped him.

'We are not allowed to talk, if he sees us he will use the whip' he
whispered.

David looked around at his fellow slaves.  He could see from their
appearance, rough looking and dirty with simple chains securing their cocks
back between their legs, that they were work slaves, nothing more, useful
only for their strength and stamina. These were the work horses that
provided the power to lift the water from the river to irrigate the
fields. David looked up at the wheel.

It was a cylinder, some ten feet in diameter and about thirty feet long. At
one end a long shaft extended terminating in a wheel and chain arrangement
with buckets attached so that as it rotated it lifted water from the river
and deposited it into a trough.

Beside the drum at the level of the axis was a platform upon which stood a
line of slaves. As the drum rotated each slave placed his foot into a hole
in the side. The holes were positioned so that there were at any time ten
or more slaves whose weight kept it moving. Behind the line of slaves was a
metal bar which the slaves held in their hands. And behind that man, whip
in hand, who kept an eye on the slave boys in his charge. From time to time
he walked along the platform and applied his whip to any slave he thought
was slacking in his effort.

'We will be soon up on there' whispered the slave next to him. 'Make sure
that, once the drum starts moving, you do not put your foot on the platform
and keep a firm hold on the bar behind you. Try to conserve your energy; we
will work for two hours and then rest for four'.

Almost as he spoke the man returned. He ordered the group to stand. The
drum had stopped moving and, as the line of slaves was being led down the
steps at the far end, the first boy in his group mounted those at the other
end. David saw in front of him lines of holes running around the
circumference of the drum. The lines were about two feet apart and the
holes in each line slightly staggered from one line to the next. In each
line the holes were also spaced at about two feet. He remembered step-ups
in the gymnasium at school but the benches were never quite this high.
Suddenly the drum started to move. The boys to his right had placed their
feet on the drum and David followed suit.

At first, the rotation was slow and there was plenty of time before he
needed to step up for the next hole but his relief was short lived. As the
speed increased so the time between holes became less and he had to step up
quickly to avoid his other foot touching the platform. Behind him was the
bar which the slaves grasped with their hands. David grasped it too. It
helped with his balance and stopped him falling onto the drum but as the
speed of the drum increased he found it difficult to keep up. Once he
missed a hole and his foot landed on the platform. The pain in his buttocks
came instantly as the man who was standing behind him lashed him twice with
his whip. David knew he was behind him watching for his next mistake. The
slaves on his chain were experienced, the muscles of their thighs and legs
highly developed from months or years powering the pumping machines. In
contrast whilst he was not puny, David could not be described as
muscular. Soon the muscles of his thighs and buttocks were aching but the
drum continued its relentless motion and he had no choice but to force
himself to endure the pain of the constant and punishing demands imposed on
his legs. He found that pushing on the bar behind him helped somewhat to
lift him ready to place his foot into the next hole as it came round. But
whislt this relieved the ache in his thighs, it was the muscles of his arms
and shoulders that soon protested.

David had no idea of how long the team had been working but knew it could
not be more than fifteen minutes or so. Another hour and three
quarters. The thought of enduring that was something he could barely grasp
but he knew that he dare not relax his efforts for even a moment.  The
thought of the ever present strands of the supervisors whip remained
constantly in his mind.  Desperately he tried to ignore it as the ache in
his muscles became unbearable. In his mind he went through everything that
had happened to him in the last few days; his abduction, his sale in the
slave market. Meticulously he went through every detail of his enslavement,
his preparation, the brandings and piercings, the whippings and canings
that had brought him to the situation he found himself. He recounted
everything, anything to take his mind off the agony present in his tortured
muscles. Several times as his mind wandered he was brought quickly back to
reality as the strands of the supervisor's whip curled around his buttocks
and thighs.

Eventually, when he felt that his legs would support him no longer, the
order was given to stop.  One by one the slaves stepped off the drum.
Another order was snapped and the line moved to the end of the platform and
down to the ground. They were led back to the shelter. Here a heavy chain,
fastened to a ring set in the wall was locked onto the neck collar of the
first boy in the line.