Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2014 00:02:56 +0100 (BST)
From: david smythe <mrdave64@yahoo.com>
Subject: slave boys of Muravia CH 9

Slave boys of Muravia CH 9

It was nearly two hours after Vazier had driven his slave out into the city
with him secured in the new single pole buggy. Immediately on entering the
busy streets is was obvious that the device would attract much interest
amongst the bystanders. It required numerous applications of the buggy whip
to persuade Aron to keep his legs straight and lift them high in front of
him at every step but with the reins leaving the slave's buttocks
unprotected it was a task Vazier relished. Soon Aron's buttocks were
crisscrossed with a multitude of red stripes. The spectacle of the slave
boy high stepping along the street attached to the buggy merely by his
balls and a butt plug drew admiration cheers and applause from the
crowd. Vazier frequently halted the buggy so that the onlookers could have
a closer view; the reins attached to Aron's cock cage attracting many a
favourable comment.  Vazier knew that word would quickly spread and that
very soon orders for the new buggy would come flooding in. Most would be
from his more affluent clients; those who regularly entered for the
dressage events but others would be from those simply wanting to try out a
new fashion. Vazier knew that ownership and public display of a slave
secured to such a buggy would very soon become a status symbol; the streets
of Madrango were an excellent showcase for new products.

For the return to the compound Vazier unclipped the reins from Aron's cock
cage and fastened them to the rings piercing each side of his ball
sack. Then another two lashes of the whip on his slave's buttocks had him
trotting for home. With aching legs and sweat pouring from his body Aron
was glad to have returned to the compound. The reins hurt him more now as
the piercings had not fully healed though he did not think his master had
taken this into account as he tugged on the reins, turning him this way and
that through the streets. On arrival Vazier gave instructions for Aron to
be released from the harness and then to attend him inside. Once free from
the harness Aron hurried quickly into the house to find his
master. Crawling, nose to the floor he approached him, bowed and kissed his
boots.

My boots a dusty slave' he said.

'I want a long cool drink and be quick about it' he added after allowing
the slave to clean the dust from the tops of his boots.

Aron knelt, bowed and hurried from the room, making quite sure he kept his
nose to the floor.  Moments later he returned, bowed low and knelt to hold
a tall glass of papua nectar for his master to take.

'You may continue with the cleaning of my boots' he said, relaxing back
into the comfort of the cushions. 'And you will do so on your belly'.

Aron knelt up, bowed and then prostrated himself to begin the task his
master had ordered. The floor was cool to his skin, still heated from his
exertions with the buggy, a fact for which he was very grateful and when
Vazier kicked him away and ordered him to the kitchen to drink water for
himself he was even more grateful. He knew that this was no act of kindness
on the part of his master; it was merely a necessity to ensure he was fit
to provide the service he required.

'Take my glass slave' he said, 'and before you return make sure you drink
plenty of water'.

Aron stood, bowed and, with the glass held in both hands backed away from
his master. Despite his urgent need for a drink, he did not fail to bow low
before leaving the room, a gesture which was not unnoticed by Vazier.

Gulping down two full bowls of water Aron hurried back to his
master. There, without command, he crawled across the floor on his belly
and continued with the licking of his boots.

Whilst Vazier ate his lunch Aron knelt beside the table. He knew he must
keep his head bowed but at the same time pay attention and be ready to
remove dishes when his master had finished a course and then to fetch and
serve the next. The meal passed without incident for which Aron was
immensely grateful.

'Clear these things away and then report to Marindar in the yard' he
ordered at length.

As Vazier got up from the table and left the room Aron automatically placed
his forehead on the floor. Once in the yard, he knelt, head bowed at
Marindar's feet. There he instructed Aron to assist with the loading of the
cart which now stood in the centre of the yard. The slave boys from the
workshop were already busy loading crates of chain sets; heavy collars
linked by chains to wrist and ankle manacles. These were fashioned from
plain iron quite unlike his own restraints and those he had seen on other
pleasure slaves. The crates were heavy, requiring four of the slave boys to
carry them to the cart. The presence of Marindar made sure that the boys
were meticulous in their task, and carefully stacked the crates so that
they were secure on the cart. He instructed Aron to collect smaller crates
from the workshop and stack them carefully at the other end of the cart. On
collecting the first crate he could see clearly that it was packed full
with whips; carefully coiled and of plaited leather the purpose of which he
knew only too well. Other crates contained leather harness sets, all
polished with shiny fastenings. All of these products Aron knew had been
manufactured by the slave boys he had seen in the workshop on his
arrival. Soon the cart was stacked to the top. Ropes were tied to ensure
that nothing would move. Then the slave boys were dispatched back to the
workshop to resume their work.

Orders at Vazier's emporium were piling up. Already three customers had
indicated their requirement for the single shaft buggies. But these would
have to wait; there was an important delivery to be made. Whilst stacking
the crates Aron had taken the opportunity to examine the cart.  Loaded to
the brim it looked extremely heavy and difficult to move. From the centre
at the front a long pole projected, the far end resting on the ground. At
intervals along the pole were other poles spaced out and at right angles to
the main pole. In all there were six of these on each side of the central
pole, each with a ring about half way towards the end and at the end. He
could see therefore that there was the facility for twenty four slaves to
be fastened to these poles to pull the cart and Aron wondered if he would
soon be one of them.

That night Aron was surprised not to be ordered to Vazier's bed chamber for
nightly duties.  Instead, after spending several hours licking and sucking
his master's cock following the serving of his meal, he was ordered to
report to Marindar. The chief overseer was waiting as he entered the tack
room and Aron quickly bowed and knelt with his nose to the floor.

'Up slave' he ordered. 'Inspection position'.

Aron leapt to his feet, spread his legs wide and clasped his hands behind
his neck. He thrust his hips forward as far as he could. Marindar then
picked up a device Aron had never seen before. It consisted of a thick
steel ring split into two halves. Extending from the bottom half of the
ring was a bar some three inches long with a large metal plug at the
end. Reaching between the slave's legs Marindar forced the plug roughly
into Aron's rear. Fortunately it had been greased but even so he could not
help but gasp as the object invaded his body. The slap across his face was
hard as Marindar ordered him to silence. Next he took the top half of the
ring and clamped it place around the root of his cock, behind the
cage. Marindar ordered him to lower his hands which he then locked together
behind his back. Returning to the table Marindar took hold of another
strange device. He ordered Aron to open his mouth. He fitted the device
between his jaws and squeezed.  The effect was to force Aron's jaws wide
apart. Then Marindar fitted a large rubber penis into Aron's mouth and
secured it with a leather strap at the back of his neck. He then attached a
chain to Aron's nose ring and led him towards the far side of the
yard. Marindar led him into a low building with a line of stalls. As they
entered Aron could see that several of the stalls were occupied by slave
boys secured in the most uncomfortable of positions. All were gagged and
held immobile by chains and heavy weights attached to various parts of
their bodies. The expressions on these slaves faces displayed only pain and
distress and most were wet with tears. Marindar fastened Aron's ankles to
the floor at either side of the first empty stall, spreading his legs
painfully wide.  There was a chain hanging from the ceiling and this
Marindar secured to the bar between Aron's legs.  The chain was tight
causing the ring at the lower end of the bar to pull hard on his cock and
balls. Finally he pulled Aron's head down and secured the chain attached to
his nose ring to another fastened in the floor in front of him increasing
further the tug on his cock and balls.

'Listen carefully slave' Marindar said quietly. 'These are the punishment
stalls. The Master requires you to get used to the cock ring and plug on
the new buggies and he has decided you will spend the night like this as a
warning as to what will happen to you if he is dissatisfied in any way when
you are harnessed to his cart in the morning,'

Without another word, he left leaving Aron secured by his nose ring,
chained to the floor, legs spread wide, leaning forward at the waist, his
ass plugged and with his cock and balls stretched painfully upwards.

CH 9 It was early morning when the last of the night shifts were led down
from the platform. Some time before David's group had been fed; a bowl of
cereals mixed with water to look a bit like porridge and a large beaker of
water. They ate kneeling on the ground. Then they were led to a building
where they could perform the necessary bodily functions and rinse
themselves under streams of water. There was no privacy, the team remaining
chained for this, a routine controlled and timed by one of the
supervisors. As the previous shift went for their food, David led his team
up onto the platform to begin the first shift of the day. When the overseer
cracked his whip he placed his foot in the first available hole and the
drum started to move. Then as it groaned and shuddered into action he
stepped up; the first of many thousands of steps he would perform before
relief came at the end of the shift. It was his second day at the
irrigation pumps and he knew he would have to endure three weeks of this
punishing regime before his Master Rico returned to collect him. The teams,
of which there were three for each pump worked for two hours and then
rested for four.  Even so the muscles of his thighs and buttocks ached
terribly from the four hours spent on the drum the day before. He knew
better now not to allow his feet to touch the platform or miss a step. For
much of the time on the first day the man in charge of the pump had stood
behind him and the strands of his whip had lashed the backs of his thighs
and buttocks frequently. Once moving, the drum found its own speed and it
was required of the slave to keep up, whatever that speed was.

David was acutely aware that the men in charge of the pump changed on a
regular basis. One of these, a boy of perhaps no more than eighteen years
paid very close attention to him. When on duty he sat on the stool near the
end of the platform where David was working and only occasionally did he
raise himself to encourage one of the other slaves with his whip. No words
were spoken; just the vicious application of the whip across the back or
buttocks of any slave he thought was not working sufficiently hard. Never
had the boy seen a pleasure slave at the pumps before; he knew very well
what David was. He watched him like a hawk waiting for any excuse to lash
him with his whip. For the young boy in his first employment the feeling of
power over the slaves in his charge was overwhelming. One day he would have
his own pleasure slave he thought to himself, though he knew he would have
to save a considerable sum before it became possible.  As the shift wore
on, he hatched a plan in his mind. He decided he would have this slave
pleasure him before he was returned to his owner.

The heat of the sun as it rose higher in the sky only added to David's
torment and the boy behind him, whip in hand, made sure he could not
slacken his efforts for even a second. He wondered how these slaves on the
irrigation wheels could survive the punishing routine. But then he realised
they were used to it. They had never known anything else for a very long
time. In a society where white men are slaves, they were used to their
captivity. Since enslavement their whole experience was one of servitude,
humiliation, degradation and pain as they served the black men who ruled
them. He was new to slavery and had not been prepared for the conditions he
now found himself in. So it was that, at the end of the second shift the
boy approached the pump overseer to hatch his plan.

'Sir' he said, respectfully. 'Do you think we should take advantage of the
pleasure slave whilst it is here'?

'We do not have permission' the man replied.

'Who would know'? said the boy.

'Well I guess no-one would.... and anyway the slave would dare not complain
would it'.

'Slaves do not complain do they Sir' said the boy.

'I should think not, anyway we can inform it that we have full rights over
it whilst it is here'.

'How long is the slave here Sir' said the boy.

'Three weeks I told his owner' replied the overseer. 'The slave will now
have extra nightly duties I think'.

Smiling, the boy walked back to his hut to rest before the next
shift. Glancing at the pleasure slave chained to the others in his team he
looked forward with relish to delights to come.

David was exhausted from the two hours of relentless toil unshielded from
the sun. He quickly ate the food placed for him in a bowl on the ground and
drank the water. Then he settled down to rest in the open shelter. There
was no bed, just a layer of straw spread on the ground. Two teams were
resting whilst the third kept the drum performing its relentless rumbling
motion that stopped only to change shifts. None of the slaves made any
attempt to talk; it was forbidden. They all knew that, if caught, they
would be removed from their team, strung up and severely whipped. This they
had all witnessed when two slaves had been seen whispering by one of the
overseers who regularly inspected the compound.

David spent two more shifts on the pump before darkness began to settle and
the boy was again on duty. He made sure that David's feet did not touch the
platform once during the whole two hours. As darkness descended and he led
the team from the platform he released the chain securing Aron to the rest
of the team and ordered the slave to follow him.

'Get on the floor slave' he shouted, once inside the hut. 'nose to the
floor'.

David obeyed and the boy's whip landed hard across his buttocks.

'Thighs wider slave, you know how'.

David quickly assumed the position of kneeling display.

'Better' said the boy ' now listen'. 'We have decided that as you are a
pleasure slave we will put your skills to the test. Every night from now on
after your last shift you will attend to our pleasure.  And you had better
be good or it will be the worst for you back on the platform, in the
morning, understand'?

David knelt up, bowed to the boy and resumed the position. The two men
smiled to each other at his conditioned response.

'Serve me wine slave' said the boy. 'Then crawl to my boots and kiss them'
said the overseer.

Pouring a glass from the bottle on the table David approached the boy,
bowed, knelt and held up the glass as he had been taught.

'I could get used to this' the young boy exclaimed.

He took the glass. David bowed again and then began to lick the overseer's
boots.

'You will pleasure us both slave' he said. Then when you have refreshed us
with more wine you will pleasure us again'.

The overseer unfastened his trousers and spread his thighs.

'Proceed slave' he said with a sneering emphasis in the word slave.

David bowed his head to the floor and shuffled forward. He knew what he
must do and placed his tongue to the tip of the man's cock and started to
lick. The overseer was already aroused and it was not long before he
climaxed, squirting his cum to the back of David's throat. In a few moments
he kicked him away.

'Pleasure me' said the boy.

David quickly crawled to kneel between the boy's wide-open thighs. Then
without hesitation, he began the act of sexual servitude which was now so
familiar. The boy too was anxious to climax. He desired to reach quickly
the pinnacle of delightful sensations that a cock sucking pleasure slave
could provide. Later he would savour more slowly the techniques in which he
knew the slave must be trained. Within minutes he was moaning, his hips
thrusting as the waves of pleasure consumed him. He climaxed quickly and
noisily. Then he ordered David back to the floor. David crawled to the
centre of the floor in the little hut, knelt up, bowed and assumed the
position of kneeling display.

The overseer and the boy looked at the slave, kneeling at their feet and
then at each other. They smiled a knowing smile, each revelling in their
power over him. The overseer ordered David to refill their glasses and the
two watched him closely as he performed the ritual service of wine. They
ordered him then to resume his position on the floor. The two men whispered
for several minutes before the overseer spoke.

'Slave you have been brought here by your owner to have your muscles
developed. In return we expect payment. You will pleasure us every night
when we are off duty. That will be your role, understand slave'?

David knelt up, bowed and resumed position. The overseer continued.

'You will now pleasure us again. We want to be excited slowly and will not
wish to climax until we click our fingers, understand'?

David bowed once more.

'Furthermore we shall assess your performance and will whip you for even
the slightest dissatisfaction, understand'.

David bowed again.

'Attend to my pleasure now, slave' said the overseer.

David crawled forward and raised his head. He put out his tongue and began
to lick the tip of the overseer's cock. Gradually, as he had been taught,
he moved the position of his tongue towards the underside, remembering how
his master had instructed him. He kept his tongue there for several minutes
gently licking back and forth the whole length of the man's cock. Then,
opening his mouth, he slid the cock inside. Slowly he massaged the length
which now filled his mouth, his tongue curling around the shaft taking the
whole of the overseer's cock to the back of his throat but returning
momentarily to the tip. He knew he must prolong the man's pleasure or face
punishment. It was what he was trained for. He moved his head slowly,
sliding his lips forwards and backwards, not concentrating for too long on
one place and returning only occasionally to the cockhead and the man's
piss slit now oozing copious amounts of pre cum. The overseer sighed,
enjoying the wave of pleasurable sensations that the warm sucking mouth of
the slave between his thighs was providing. He reached down and grabbed
David's collar. Then he clicked his fingers and pulled the slave's head
tightly into his groin. David renewed his efforts with his tongue but the
overseer had taken control.  His breathing became quicker and his hips
quivered. Soon the quivering became more and more frantic. Then suddenly he
shuddered, gave a deep throated moan of pure pleasure and David felt the
cock spasm and the liquid filling the back of his throat. He swallowed
repeatedly as the overseer pumped wave after wave of hot salty cum into his
mouth, knowing that not even one drop must escape from his mouth.  Moments
later David felt the overseer's hands on his head as he shoved him roughly
aside.

'You have potential, slave' he said. 'I shall look forward to this each
night from now on'.

'Now pleasure me' said the boy.

David knelt up, bowed to the overseer and then bowed to the boy. He crawled
forwards, raised his head and placed his tongue to the tip of the boy's
already dripping cock.

Later as David knelt before the two men, nose to the floor, ass in the air,
in the position of kneeling display, they discussed his
performance. Eventually the overseer spoke.

'Slave it is our opinion that your performance could have been better. We
both feel that your desire to provide us with the maximum of pleasure was
not sufficiently evident. You will now receive ten strokes of the cane'.
The overseer position himself behind David but he was not yet ready to
apply the cane to his body.  There was a lesson to teach the young boy
before the first stroke would cut into David's buttocks.  He turned to face
the boy.

'Let me show you how to cane a slave' he said.

 Maliciously he swiped the cane through the air. He swung it down towards
David's buttocks but deliberately stopped short. Hearing the hiss of the
cane David prepared himself for the agony to come, his muscles contracting
almost in anticipation. Five more times the overseer repeated the process
and five more times David flinched. And, as he did so, the overseer looked
at the boy whose face now wore a broad grin.

'Always keep the slave guessing' explained the overseer. 'It heightens a
slave's terror never quite knowing when it will feel the sting of the
cane'.

Once more he lifted the cane and swung it down and once again he stopped
short. Then almost immediately he swung it again. This time the crack as it
cut into David's ass cheeks echoed round the hut like a rifle shot and an
animal like scream erupted from David's mouth.

'Have you not learnt that a slave must keep silent when punished' hissed
the overseer.

'Yes master' David managed to blurt out amidst the searing pain spreading
across his buttocks.

'Well then, you clearly need further training' said the overseer, looking
round at the boy, a wide grin across his face. 'You will get two extra
strokes and if there is any further disobedience, my friend here will give
you another ten, understand slave boy'?

'Yes master' sobbed David.

The overseer's torment continued and it was another four swipes before the
cane once again cut into David's quivering ass cheeks. Each time the cane
stopped short the boy could sense himself the mixture of anguish and relief
that the slave must be experiencing. He could hear clearly the sharp intake
of breath as David anticipated the searing agony he was expecting any
moment and relished the involuntary twitching of the slave's helplessly
exposed ass cheeks coincident with the threatening hiss of the cane. The
psychology, as the overseer slashed the cane through the air, threatening
excruciating pain, only for that pain not to materialise was not lost on
him. He could see that withholding the pain was just as terrible for the
slave as the lightning bolt of grief he experienced when the cane actually
cut into his flesh. His cock was rapidly hardening again as he gleefully
watched the suffering of the slave who had so recently provided it with
such pleasure.

 David's buttocks already bore the many marks of the cane applied recently
by his master Rico but now these were overlaid by two more which were
rapidly turning bright red. Soon these were joined by another and another
until twelve vivid red stripes crisscrossed the white flesh of David's ass
cheeks. The overseer put down the cane and ran his hands over the raised
stripes of tortured flesh. He was sufficiently experienced to know that the
slave's skin had not been broken but just wanted to make sure. He did not
want to have to make an embarrassing explanation to its master on his
return. But all was well.

'You may kiss our boots now slave' he said, resuming his place beside the
boy

David knelt up, bowed and then crawled forward to kiss the overseer's
boots. He then repeated the obeisance to the boy.

'We shall expect a better performance tomorrow slave' the boy said with a
sneer.

'Serve us some more wine. QUICKLY NOW' added the overseer.

David refilled the glasses and presented them to the two men. He bowed and
knelt with his nose to the floor.

'Turn away from us slave' said the overseer. 'I want to see that ass of
yours'.

David complied, spreading his thighs wide and thrusting his ass in the air.

'Spread those cheeks wide boy' said the overseer.

Despite the throbbing pain David grasped his buttocks and spread them wide
exposing his hole to the overseer and the boy. The two men
whispered. 'Should they take the slave's inviting ass immediately or
postpone that pleasure until next time' was the subject of their
discussion. In the event the overseer decided to return David to his
group. He attached a chain to his collar and ordered the slave to bow to
the boy and kiss his boots. Then he led him outside and back to his group
who were resting beneath their shelter. He fastened the chain to the collar
of the last slave in the group, ordered David to kiss his boots and then
left.

David sobbed quietly to himself, his buttocks throbbing relentlessly from
the vicious onslaught of the overseer's cane. Surely, he thought, he could
bear no more. Surely this nightmare would soon come to an end. But then he
looked around. He felt the weight of the collar locked around his neck and
the chain linking him to the other fourteen slave boys in his group. His
heart sank as he realized that the nightmare would never end. Such was the
life of a Muravian slave boy and as such the misery was unlikely to end.