Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 22:56:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Aftermath" Chapter 14  Gay Male/Authoritarian

THE AFTERMATH
(Or What Follows Next)
Chapter 14

This is story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of
eighteen years.

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris)
"To see all my stories go to groups.yahoo.com/group/SlaveNow"

Chapter 14: Grigor and Axel

Grigor and Axel hang suspended in chains and wait apprehensively -but for what?

They hang naked, suspended by their wrists from the ceiling of the room. Their
ankles are spread wide and fastened to thick, iron ring-bolts securely anchored
into the concrete floor. The two men are chained three metres apart and facing
one another, and with their bodies stretched taut, neither has much movement.
Frustrated by this lack of movement, Grigor futilely struggles in his chains and
roars out his anger and rage.

Immediately, a door is thrown open and two semi-clad overseers, armed with
vicious canes, rush into the room. These overseers waste no time in applying the
canes to the shoulders of the suspended men. As the canes cruelly cut into their
flesh, both Grigor and Axel cry out in pain. Twice they feel the excruciating
bite of the canes; twice the overseers demand that they "keep quiet". Now, to
emphasise those demands, both overseers pace the room swishing their canes
ominously through the air.

Subdued, Grigor and Axel hang in their chains and wait.

Eventually, Grigor tries to speak to Axel and once more they both feel the cut
of the canes. Now they remain silent; lost in their troubled thoughts.

Time seems to have stood still for Grigor. How long is it since he, Axel and his
men were ambushed by enemy forces, captured and sold on to the slavers? Is it a
week, two weeks, a month? Grigor doesn't know. Since their capture, Grigor has
lost all sense of time and place.

He recalls that he and his men were in high spirits the evening they went out on
what was to be their last patrol. The previous night had been spent in the local
tavern where there was an abundance of food, drink, and women. Grigor recalls
that he had enthusiastically partaken of all three.

Such evenings were a welcome diversion from the monotony of patrolling the
disputed border areas between his country and that of its neighbour. The long
running dispute is a simmering one involving much rhetoric and the occasional
skirmishes along the border. Historically, its origins have been forgotten; it
legacy is the bitter hatred and rivalry between the two countries. Grigor has
been ambivalent in his attitude to this shared enmity; but as a soldier and an
NCO, he has always given unquestioning support and loyalty to his country.
However, his first loyalty has always been to Axel and the men in his unit.
Bitterly, he reflects that his support and loyalty to his country have now cost
him dearly and delivered him into slavery.

He raises his head to look across at Axel who smiles back. Both men are firm
friends and have been since they were posted to the same unit three years ago.
They have that rare camaraderie that is found between men who share their lives
in close proximity to one another and who, at times, totally depend upon each
other; sometimes for their very lives. Grigor loves Axel as the brother he never
had and Axel returns that affection. Now, both are to share the horrors of
slavery.
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Grigor reflects on the confusion as they came under attack while on night
patrol. His unit fought hopelessly against overwhelming odds; the inevitable
conclusion was their capture and transference to a prison camp within enemy
territory. Grigor expected that they would be treated as prisoners-of -war. In
this he was mistaken.

After a week at the camp, Grigor and his men were lined up on the prison's
parade ground and ordered to strip naked. Grigor, supported by Axel, had
protested at this and both were soundly thrashed. The other men in the unit,
wishing to spare Grigor and Axel further punishment, complied with the order.
Soon, all stood naked, at attention, and waited in the scorching heat of the
sun.

As he stood naked, Grigor felt apprehensive; he'd heard rumours that the enemy
didn't keep prisoners. Rather they sold them to slavers who took them to the
slave markets of the south. Was this the fate that now awaited them?

Suddenly, they were approached by several enemy officers accompanied by two men
dressed in civilian clothes. Slowly, these men strolled down the front of the
line of prisoners before moving to the rear of the line to continue their visual
scrutiny. This inspection lasted ten minutes.

Next, the two men and the officers were engaged in an animated debate; they
were haggling over a price for the prisoners. Finally, agreement was reached and
the shaking of hands sealed the deal. Grigor and his men had been sold and now
they were officially slaves. Their new owners wasted little time in taking
delivery of them.

Quickly, other men armed with whips and canes, moved onto the parade ground and
while the enemy soldiers kept guard, Grigor and his men were introduced to the
accoutrements of slavery. Each man was fitted with a temporary iron collar-
eventually to be replaced by order of their new owners with permanent ones- and
heavy shackles were placed around their wrists and ankles. Weighed down by the
weight of their new uniforms"the former soldiers were shocked at their
reversal of fortune.

Then, loaded onto a transport truck and driven south for two days and one night
to a grim prison-they didn't know where- they were immediately processed into
their new slavery. Here, their hair was cropped and they were branded with the
mandatory S-for slave-on their left flanks. Nothing they had endured in the past
had prepared the new slaves for the torture of their brandings. Grigor had been
the first of his men to be branded.

Dragged forward to the branding table, Grigor was stretched out full length on
his belly; then he had been securely strapped down to await the branding iron.
From where he was lying, he could see the handles of several irons heating up in
the coals of a brazier. Periodically, these were withdrawn from the coals and
checked for readiness only to be placed back in the brazier for further heating.
Grigor felt cold fear as never before and he struggled to be free. Soon he was
covered in sweat - the sweat of sheer terror. Through his confusion, he heard
laughter and he felt a hand patting his buttocks accompanied by a soothing
"STEADY! STEADY!" Panic-stricken, he had a mental vision of a nervous animal
being calmed by its owner prior to some painful operation.

He watched as an iron was withdrawn from the brazier. Satisfied that it was at
the right temperature, the brander walked the short distance to the table.
Grigor followed the man's actions with horror-filled eyes. Trembling
uncontrollably, Grigor heard himself pleading. "NO! PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE!" his
pleas were ignored.

Next, Grigor felt a firm hand resting on his ass pushing downwards to keep him
steady. Vainly, he tried to turn his head to see what was happening. He felt a
sudden warmth as the iron was poised above him. Slowly and methodically, the
brander positioned the iron above his quivering flesh. The brander was well
practised and knew when and for how long to apply the brand. He took pride in
the clarity and crispness of his brands and he wouldn't be hurried. Suddenly,
with lightning speed he applied the iron to Grigor's body.

As the hot iron seared into his flesh, Grigor experienced pain unlike any other
he'd felt in the past. . It was unimaginable pain and it seemed to last for
ever. Detached from reality, he heard an animal like shriek and realised it was
coming from him. The iron was withdrawn and sobbing; Grigor was quickly freed
from the table. As he was dragged away, he saw Axel struggling in the grasp of
two determined handlers as he was wrestled onto the table. Placed in a cell, he
was left to lie on its straw covered floor where he cried in misery. Suddenly,
he heard Axels' anguished scream. Soon after, Axel joined him on the floor of
the cell and they both listened to the pain-filled screams of their companions
as they too were branded.

The newly branded slaves were left to rest and recover for the next few days.
Slowly the pain eased and the blistered flesh formed a healing scab that
protected the rawness of the brand. Grigor knew that eventually this scab would
lift off to reveal the crisp outline of the letter S now burned permanently into
his body. He felt great shame and humiliation that he and his men were now no
more than branded livestock awaiting an uncertain future.

It was during this period that they were introduced to their new diet - Slave
Fodder. This unremarkable food was noteworthy only for its blandness.
Accustomed as they were to army rations, the new slaves nevertheless found it
difficult to adjust to their new diet. The fodder was tasteless and unsatisfying
and was made from a special formulated mixture of unknown ingredients and other
supplements designed to keep them lean, fit and healthy. It came in two forms;
one, fed to them each morning, was a dry powder which, when mixed with water,
took on the consistency of glutinous, cold porridge. The evening meal was in the
shape of dry biscuits and was very similar to eating breakfast cereal. They were
given only water to drink; subsequently they were to learn that this was to be
their only diet throughout the long years of their slavery.

Agonisingly, Grigor watched as his men lost all hope and sunk into despair. Try
as he might, there wasn't anything he could do to lift them out of their
despondency. Grigor was determined to resist enslavement with every fibre of his
being and in this he was supported by Axel.

Then, one day they were driven out of their cell, loaded onto a transport and
delivered to Dave Matheson's dealership. Here, they now wait for their impending
sale.

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Grigor knows that he and Axel are in this room, at the request of the arrogant,
young man who had peered so intently at them through the bars of their pen. He
had heard the young man ask to inspect them and listened as the older man
described them as wild and did his best to dissuade him. However, the younger
man had prevailed in his request and both he and Axel were roughly dragged out
of the pen and manhandled through the building to this room. Grigor and Axel had
fought as hard as they could; they wear the bruises of their resistance on their
bodies. However, they were no match for the eight handlers it took to drag them
here and chain them up.

Grigor knows they are here for a purpose and that they have been made available
for the young man to inspect them He wonders what an inspection entails and he
is worried.
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Andy slowly walks around each of the two suspended slaves. As he does so, both
slaves turn their heads trying to follow his movements. Pausing between them,
Andy is deciding which to examine first. He chooses Grigor.

Now, standing within a few inches of the suspended slave, Andy looks into
Grigor's intensely blue, hate-filled eyes and smiles. Reaching out he places
both hands on the slave's muscular chest and is delighted with the silky feel of
the slave's hair. The hair is thick and the same golden colour as the hair on
his head. At the touch of Andy's hands, Grigor draws back and struggles in his
chains. He misses the nod of Dave Matheson's head to one of the overseers and is
he unprepared for the resulting bite of the cane. He cries out in pain and
struggles in his chains.

"Dave, you are right. These two are wild and I sense their determination to
resist. Can I make a suggestion?" Andy asks.

"Please do, Andy."

"Well it seems to me that both of them are strong-willed and capable of
withstanding any personal pain inflicted on them. However, there appears to be a
bond between them and I wonder just how strong that bond is. How would they
re-act if one is punished for the other's misdemeanour, I wonder?"

"AAH! I know where you're going with this, Andy. It's a technique I've used
myself on occasions. There's one way to find out - let's try it and see what
happens." Then, after instructing the overseers to take up a position - one behind
each slave, he adds. "There you are, Andy. Go ahead and see if it works."

Placing his hands once more on Grigor's chest Andy ask. "How old are you,
slave?"

Defiantly, Grigor maintains a sullen silence. He is startled by Axel's sudden
agonised cry of pain as the overseer's cane slashes across his back.

"Let's try again. How old are you, slave?" Grigor stubbornly remains silent.

"AARHH! OH HELL! UGHH!" Axel cries out in pain as he is punished for Grigor's
refusal to answer. Then, for a second and third time, the cane strikes Axel's
back. Finally, Grigor realises the futility of his resistance; to continue with
it will only cause more pain for Axel. As he sees the cane raised once more he
shouts.

ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'm twenty-two."

"There now. That wasn't too hard, was it slave? But you really do need to show
respect. When under inspection, it's customary for a slave to refer to whoever
is inspecting him as Master. So let's try that once more, shall we? How old are
you, slave?"

"Twenty-two..........." Hesitating, Grigor catches sight of the overseer's upraised
arm and he chokingly stutters ".........M-M-M-Master"

"What is your name?"

"My name is Grigor and my army numb............" His answer trails off as once more Axel
yelps with pain.

"That's the wrong answer. I only asked for your name. As you are now a slave
your army number is irrelevant. Confine your answers to the questions asked of
you. So, one more time-what is your name?"

"Grigor, Master."


"GOOD! Now that's so much better, isn't it slave? It's better for you and
CERTAINLY better for your friend. So your name is Grigor. I like that. Should I
buy you, I might even let you keep it. Normally, slaves don't have names and
only answer to slave. If you become my slave would you like to keep your
name?"

"Yes Master" With each new answer Grigor is further acknowledging this man's
mastery over him, he reflects bitterly.

Andy is pleased at the slave's responses. Really this is all too easy. He'd
expected a lot more opposition from the slave. He doesn't doubt the slave's
strength of character or the resolve of his will-power.  Andy reasons that if
he was only dealing with this slave, then his task would be much harder.
However, it seems he is correct in assuming that there is a strong bond between
the two slaves and it would appear that the slave - what's his name - ah yes,
Grigor  -will humble himself to spare his fellow slave any unnecessary pain. In a
way, he is envious of the two slaves; he has NEVER had a friendship with that
depth of feeling. He can't imagine his artistic friends sacrificing their
self-interests for one another. He reflects that, after tomorrow's sale and
sadly for the two slaves, their friendship will be fractured as each is taken
off to his individual slavery.

Still he IS enjoying himself in bending the slave to his will. He now knows that
should he succeed in buying this wild slave, he will spend many interesting
hours in training him. As he thinks about how he'll break down the slave's
resolve, Andy is aware of the throbbing hardness of his cock

"Let me explain what is to happen to you, slave. Tomorrow you and your friend
are to be sold and it is my intention to buy one of you. However, before I do
so, I need to inspect you both to see if you meet my requirements. Do you
understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Then listen carefully. I need to examine your body. To do this I have to
place my hands on you. You WILL submit and allow me to do that or your friend
will be punished. You'll stand quietly as I inspect you and you'll remain
silent. You won't flinch or draw away from my touch. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good, then let's begin."

Now, as they stand toe to toe, Grigor feels Andy's breath on his chest. He is
disturbed by this close proximity and shudders as Andy places his hands on his
body. He feels revulsion at the touch of another man's hands.

Of course, in the past, he has often been in close physical contact with other
men as he trained for hand to hand combat. And often, out of sheer boredom, the
men in his unit would strip to the waist and wrestle one another. In the spirit
of those occasions, Grigor and Axel had joined in the fun. But Grigor always
told himself there wasn't anything sexual in this; after all he wasn't gay. But
if he is honest with himself, he secretly enjoyed the feel of another man's
hard, muscled body as it made contact with his own body.

For Axel's sake, Grigor wills himself to stand steady as Andy's arms encircle
his chest in an embrace. Andy smiles into the slave's face as his hands travel
up and down his back exploring the powerful muscles. As Andy's hands move down
to the rounded curve of his ass, the slave begins to breathe heavily. Then,
grasping a firm buttock in each hand, Andy begins a gentle squeezing of the
lean, hard muscles. The slave tries to back away but is stopped by Andy's
instruction to "STAND STILL!"

Suddenly, Grigor gasps loudly and his body tenses as he feels a finger seeking
to enter into the cleft between his buttocks. Involuntarily, both buttocks
clench tightly together in an effort to stop this intrusion.

He is ordered to "RELAX!" Fearful for Axel, he does as commanded.

Now, he feels the impatient finger exploring the warm, dark recess between his
buttocks. As the finger touches his puckering hole, Grigor's sense of shame is
palpable. Sensing this shame, Andy maliciously asks the slave.

"Have you ever been fucked? Have you ever had a man's cock in you, slave?" And
as if to emphasise the question, Andy crudely thrusts his finger into the
slave's body.

Grigor outraged at this assault on his body and the implications of the question
shouts his defiance.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME, YOU FILTHY PERVERT! I'M NOT GAY!"

Now, both he and Axel pay the price for his defiance as both overseers lay into
them with their canes. Their cries are a mixture of pain, outrage, humiliation
and shame.

"That little outburst was really silly, slave. It caused you and your friend a
lot of unnecessary suffering. I didn't ask if you are homosexual. As a slave,
your sexual orientation is completely irrelevant. What happens to you is in the
hands of your new owner. Should he wish to use you for sex, then he will do so.
As a slave that choice is no longer yours. Now let me ask you again. Have you
ever been fucked? What about your fellow slave - has he ever fucked you? Have you
ever fucked him?"

"No, Master." Grigor answers tearfully.

"Then, I'm sure your new master will soon correct that situation." Andy laughs.

Andy returns to his inspection of the slave's body and, as he tweaks the
prominent nipples, he finds they are remarkably similar to Toby's. In fact, Andy
is struck by the similarities between the two slaves. Of course, this slave is
younger than Toby and has different hair colouring- he is blond whereas Toby is
darker. But like Toby, this slave too, is magnificent.

Viewed from the front, the slave is tall, long legged and extremely handsome.
With his arms stretched above him, the tautness of his body highlights his
superb musculature; from the width of his powerful shoulders down over his
imposing torso to his trim, narrow waist. His broad chest, rising and falling
with his heightened breathing, is dominated by two very erect nipples surrounded
by large, dark coloured halos. The tautness of his suspension throws into relief
the scalloped edges of his abdominal muscles and at the centre of his belly is a
deeply indented navel. The chest is covered with softly textured, golden hair
which trails down the centre of his belly to the genitals. And it is here that
Andy scrutiny stops-he is entranced.

The slave has a large, thick penis resting on top of, and slightly to the left,
of two large testicles. But it is the cock that most interests Andy. The slave
is uncut and, though not aroused, there are signs of an incipient erection.
Shyly, the pink glans peeps out from the protective cover of the foreskin. And
Andy is delighted to see a tiny, white pearl of pre-cum glistening at the
piss-slit.

Grigor is humiliatingly aware that his body is under close scrutiny and for some
reason he feels unclean. He feels powerless in the face of this man's lust and
he knows he is no longer in charge of his destiny. There isn't any doubt in his
troubled mind as to what fate awaits him should this man buy him. He knows this
man's interest in him is aggressively sexual and he is appalled at the prospect
of becoming his slave. Instinctively, he knows he will be used for this man's
pleasure. He cringes with shame as the man focuses his gaze on his genitals and
despite all his willpower, he feels his cock slowly responding to the man's
lasciviousness.

Andy licks his lips as he watches the slave's cock inch itself into life. He
senses the slave's shame and helplessness and he revels in his uncontested
power. He will enjoy owning this slave; he feels excitement as he anticipates
the training the slave will need to undergo to bring him up to the same high
standard as Toby. He knows he will need to train the slave HARD - but he believes
he is equal to the task.

As Andy reaches out to take the cock in his hand, the slave pulls away as far as
his chains allow. Andy persists and now begins to move the foreskin back along
the shaft. He is surprised at the softness of the slave's prepuce and he watches
the mushroom shaped head emerge from its concealment. Now he begins to
manipulate the foreskin, sliding it back and forth over the glistening dickhead.
He is fascinated by the feel of the foreskin.

Toby, of course, is skinned; as are all Andy's slaves. This goes back to his
late father's day; for ascetic and health reasons he'd insisted that all the
Trevorrow stock were circumcised. So an uncircumcised slave is a novelty to Andy
and after the long years of using Toby, he thinks this slave will add variety
to his bed. Andy decides that should he buy the slave, he'll allow him to keep
his foreskin, at least in the interim. For Andy, possessing a slave with a
turtle neck will be a welcome diversion and he anticipates spending many
enjoyable hours playing with it. He is completely captivated by the slave and
wants nothing more than to fuck him. The despairing slave, for his part, weeps
tears of helplessness and shame.

With the slave's cock in his hand, Andy slowly strokes its sensitive underside.
Grigor steels himself against Andy' ministrations, but his willpower is useless
in the face of Andy's determination. Horrified, he feels himself responding as
his dick thickens and lengthens. Andy looks straight into the slave's eyes and
chuckles triumphantly. Mortified, Grigor lowers his eyes in shame and defeat.

As Andy continues to tease the now excited cock, Grigor trembles and tries
vainly to stem his rising passion. Deep within himself, he knows he is fighting
a losing battle and with the promise of the pleasure to come, it's a battle he
wants to lose; inevitably he abandons the fight altogether. Incarcerated with
his men since their capture, it has been some time since Grigor has had any
relief; now despite his deep shame, Grigor longs for it and submits to Andy.

Soon, Grigor is softly moaning with pleasure as his body responds to Andy's
persistent manipulation of his cock and balls. His legs tremble, his knees
buckle and he sags in his chains. He is oblivious to all others in the room save
Andy; his immediate world consists only of himself and this man who is arousing
him. He is unaware of Axel's look of disgust as he watches or of Dave Matheson's
amusement at how easily he has capitulated to Andy. Dave stands in awe of Andy's
undoubted ability to break the resolve of a stubborn, wild slave.

Suddenly, Andy removes his hands from the slave, leaving him suspended between
ecstasy and frustration. The slave jerks his hips forward in a vain invitation
for Andy to continue. Instead, Andy walks behind the slave to study him from the
rear.

Andy is as equally impressed by the rear of the slave as he is by his front.
Andy's eyes slowly wander down the slave's muscular arms from the shackled
wrists to the shoulders. Here, he pauses to watch the erotic play of the slave's
powerful back muscles rippling under his skin. Continuing, Andy's gaze sweeps
down the deep V shape of the slave's upper body; from the wide shoulders to the
trim, narrow waist. He stands entranced by the flaring, curvaceous lines of the
firm, hard buttocks - still quivering from the slave's unfulfilled desire - to the
strong, corded muscles of the thighs.

Andy is exhilarated by this slave and decides that he truly is a slave for any
master to savour and enjoy. As he gazes lustfully upon Grigor's naked body, Andy
is aware of a slow, dampening patch in his undergarments.

Andy parts the slave's buttocks and begins to gently tease his hole. Grigor
struggles as he feels the finger thrust into him and he grunts in discomfort.
Plaintively, the slave begs.

"MASTER! PLEASE! DON'T! PLEASE,MASTER............."

Undeterred, Andy persists and soon the finger is buried deep within
the slave, exploring the warm, moist interior of his body. Andy is delighted
with the silky smooth feel of the slave and begins to slowly work his finger in
and out of hole. He feels the slave's resistance as he strains to eject the
finger. Andy likes the feel of the clenching and unclenching of the strong
sphincter muscles. As he reflects on the tightness of the slave's hole, Andy
decides that it will require much exercise and training to prepare it for the
uses he has in mind for it.

He withdraws the finger and returns to the front to stand face to face with the
slave. Andy runs his hands over the cropped head before tracing his fingers down
over the tear stained face to the mouth. He taps the side of the slave's mouth
and orders.

"Open your mouth, slave. I need to inspect your teeth and tongue. So open up, WIDE!"

Meekly, Grigor obeys. Impatiently, Andy delivers a stinging slap to the slave's face and
orders him to.

"OPEN WIDE! WIDE I SAID! WIDER!" Unhesitatingly, Grigor obeys, once more.

Anxiously, Dave asks. "Andy, is it wise to put your finger into the mouth of an
unbroken slave?"

"Don't worry, Dave," Andy laughs. "I think our wild slave is now well on the
way to becoming a tame one."

A solitary sob wells up in Grigor as he realises that Andy is right. With all of
his resistance now gone, he is no longer a man - he is just a slave.

Once finished with Grigor, Andy then turns his attention to Axel.



To be continued......