Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 16:20:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The AfterMath" Chapter 2

THE AFTERMATH
"Or What Follows Next"

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

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

Chapter 2: Thursday. Waking Up

The first light of a new dawn filters through into the holding-pen as Toby
stirs out of a short, fitful sleep. Dejected, he huddles alone, in a corner
of the pen whilst the three, younger slaves sleep restlessly together in
another corner.

Throughout the night, the three, young slaves have carefully avoided any
contact with Toby; they're still showing him the deference due to him as
their master's steward. Despite their gags and the fastened wrists behind
their backs, they, at least, have had the warmth and comfort of one
another's' bodies to soothe and calm them during night. However, for Toby
there has been only a sense of utter isolation.

Toby has had a sleepless night in which his anguished mind had tried to
make sense out of what is happening to him. Why is he here? Why is his
beloved master selling him? What has he done to displease his master? And
what is to become of him?

As a slave he knows he isn't entitled to have these questions answered; a
master is under no obligation to explain his actions to his slaves. A
master's decision is final and it is incumbent on his slaves to accept all
decisions he makes for them.

Still Toby's troubled mind keeps asking, repeatedly, `WHY MASTER? WHY?'

During the long hours of the night, Toby thinks back over the long years of
him faithfully serving his master, Andy. He recalls the night before last,
lying in his master's arms, as Andy took pleasure in using his
body. Happily he had suckled his master's cock to a full and rampant
erection before opening his body to it.

After nearly twenty years, he has only vague memories of his life before he
was enslaved. He does, however, have vivid memories of the day when he, his
father and two older brothers were dragged from their home and delivered
into the hands of a slave-dealer; for what reason, he doesn't know. He
recalls his father's protests as they were stripped naked and examined by
an indifferent slaver. He watched as the bodies of his father and eldest
brother, aged seventeen, were shaved smooth and then strapped down over a
bench for branding.

To this day, in his imagination, he still smells the burning flesh and
hears the sizzling sound as the mandatory letter `S' - for slave - was
seared into their left flanks. Most of all, he still hears their agonised
screams and futile pleas for mercy. He fully expected that his elder
brother and he would suffer the same fate.

Mercifully, this didn't happen and it was some time before he discovered
that the slave laws prohibit the branding of juvenile slaves; they can only
be branded when they reach maturity. In the interim, young, immature slaves
wear an engraved neck collar denoting their current status as juvenile,
unbranded slaves. Toby was branded with his `S' sometime in his fifteenth
year. He is no longer aware of his birth date.

After the brandings, Toby was separated from his father and brothers and
placed in a pen with several other boys; like him all were naked and
collared. He never saw his father and brothers again. He was never to know
that his father was sold as a heavy-duty, work slave or that his two
brothers were sold to different owners as pleasure slaves.

Several days later, frightened and bewildered, he was taken out of the
holding pen and sold to a middle-aged man who bought him as a birthday
present for his ten year old son.

The first weeks of his slavery were hard for the new, young slave. His
young master delighted in tormenting him about his nakedness and constantly
taunting him about his lowly, slave status.

Additionally, his young master exercised a stern discipline and
administered a caning to his young slave on the flimsiest of
pretences. Toby wore a semi-permanent, painful pattern of angry, red welts
on his back, buttocks and thighs. Each night, chained to his pallet in the
slave quarters and sleeping on his belly, Toby cried himself to sleep. Each
morning he awoke with a sense of dread for the day ahead.

One day, as he was being caned by his young master, his cries attracted the
attention of the old master who intervened on his behalf. He ordered the
two boys, master and slave, to stand before him as he sternly instructed
his son on the responsible management of slaves and how a slave's value
could be ruined by the overuse of discipline. In turn he instructed the
young slave of what was expected of him as a slave and of his
responsibilities to his master.

In the months that followed the young Andy, under his father's tutelage,
became more confident and assertive in the role of master; Toby, for his
part, soon settled into his role of an obedient and loyal slave.

These thoughts are interrupted by the nearby sounds of murmuring, early
morning moans and farting. He rightly recognises these as the stirrings of
the newly, enslaved prisoners in the nearby pens.

Toby looks at the three, young slaves still fitfully asleep in an opposite
corner of the pen. One is softly whimpering in his sleep. Another farts
loudly and, in reflexive actions, his two companions move away from him.

Toby reflects that the three sleeping slaves are part of the last shipment
bought by the old master shortly before his death. On arrival at the farm,
all the slaves in this shipment had been skinned in accordance with the old
master's wish that his slaves be circumcised. (Toby had been circumcised
shortly after birth and consequently was spared this after his own
enslavement).  Then, their juvenile collars were fastened around their
necks and they were allowed to rest for the next few days.

Once recovered, they were taken out into the fields and put to work. Each
morning they were woken before dawn and laboured until after sunset; at
sowing and harvesting times these hours were extended. This was their daily
routine for 365 days a year and, as slaves, they weren't accorded any rest
days or rewarded with time off to celebrate the numerous festivals and
holidays observed by their master.

The years of unremitting, hard labour hardened their bodies and developed
their impressive musculatures. Working without clothes, their skins
darkened into a lustrous, chestnut brown and the hair of the two blonds had
lightened to the colour of golden honey. And, of course, on reaching
maturity they were branded and fitted with their permanent slave collars.

As Toby looks at them, he is stirred out of his own misery and is
overwhelmed with feelings of sympathy for them. This is a new sensation for
Toby, who until now has never concerned himself with the feelings of his
master's slaves. Previously, if he thought of the slaves at all, it was in
the context that they were slaves whose role it is to serve his beloved
master. Now, looking at them sleeping together, they look so young and
vulnerable; sadly, he wonders what is to become of them.

Toby watches as they slowly wake and look around the pen. At first they are
bewildered - it is few seconds before they recognise their surroundings -
and then the memories of yesterday's events painfully return. Their eyes
widen in fear and they huddle together in their corner.

Overcome with compassion, Toby moves in their direction.

Instinctively, they move away and draw their knees up to their chests as if
to erect a physical barrier between themselves and their master's
steward. Ignoring this, Toby gently pushes their knees down with his body
and, unable to speak or to use his hands, he places his forehead on their
shoulders or chests in a gesture of comfort and solidarity. He looks into
their eyes and smiles through his gag. Gradually, the surprise in their
eyes gives way to shy smiles. All three slaves respond to Toby's comforting
gesture.

Now, with the barriers down, the four slaves relax and Toby, smiling
broadly, uses his head to point to their raging erections vainly stabbing
at the air in front of them. Cheekily, the black- haired slave reciprocates
by inclining his head towards Toby's own hard, pulsating prick. All four
slaves chuckle through their gags as they gaze down at their throbbing
cocks.

All too briefly, they share this moment of intimacy.

This pleasure is soon shattered by the arrival of the two guards. Noisily,
they crack their whips, and shout at the occupants of the pens to.

"WAKE UP! GET UP ON YOUR FEET, NOW!"

Instantly, the sleepy slaves scramble to their feet and silently move to
the front of their pens.  There, they stand with their arms poking out
through the bars into the passageway. Unsure of what is happening; Toby and
his fellow slaves do likewise. He watches as two older slaves move from pen
to pen thrusting two slave biscuits into the pleading, outstretched hands
of each slave.  Hungrily, these are soon eaten and then the slaves are then
given water to drink. This is the first of their two meals for the day. Now
fed and watered, the slaves settle down to the boredom and inactivity of
the slave-pens to wait for whatever the day brings their way.

With their bellies rumbling, Toby and his fellows hold out their hands,
expectantly hoping for food and water. Their requests are ignored and one
of the guards tells them.

"There's no food for you yet. You'll have to wait for the steward. Then,
you'll be fed and watered as part of your preparations. So just settle down
and wait."

Toby notes the guard's comment about `preparations'. What is involved?

He is, of course, unaware of what is planned for him and the black-haired
slave; of how Dave Matheson has arranged for them to be placed on display
and subjected to inspection by prospective buyers. Before then, however,
much work is to be done on him and the other three slaves.

In an effort to relieve their boredom; the three, younger slaves begin to
jostle one another.  Gently, at first, they use their shoulders in an
attempt to knock each other sideways. Soon their energy levels build and
they begin to push even harder.

Toby reflects possibly it is because of their youthful exuberance that they
now find themselves in this situation. Was this the sort of behaviour that
had annoyed their overseer and caused them to be punished? And in punishing
them, hadn't he drawn his master's attention to their behaviour which
resulted in them being sent to the slave-market? Toby now regrets that
their natural spontaneity should be rewarded in such a manner. It all seems
so unfair.

Not surprisingly, pushing soon becomes shoving; the gentle bodily nudging
has now turned to vigorous thrusting. With their hands fastened behind
their backs, the three slaves use their chests and shoulders to wrestle
with one another. Using their legs, they try to throw their opponents off
balance.

Toby watches the play of their muscles as their powerful bodies move around
the pen. As they spread their legs wide to maintain their balance, Toby
sees their balls, still bound by the leather strapping he had tied on them
yesterday morning, swinging freely. The muscles of their powerful legs and
thighs stretch and flex and Toby watches the clenching and unclenching of
the firm globes of their muscular buttocks. Tantalisingly, Toby even
catches an occasional glimpse of a bright pink pucker winking at
him. Toby's tumescence springs to life.

Suddenly, one of the blond slaves breaks free from the group and lunges
himself at Toby in an effort to involve him. Toby's years as his master's
steward have given him a natural reserve and, at first, he is reluctant to
respond. However, the blond slave persists and soon Toby is pushing his
body up against that of the other slave. Their bodies touch and Toby feels
the soft tickle of the slave's chest hair against his skin. He pushes his
own chest into that of his opponent and, as their bellies touch, their hard
cocks cross swords and begin a vigorous dance. Toby's delight at the
feeling of the strong, hard body pressing into his is all too evident.

Now, the other two join them and Toby finds himself at the centre of the
three young slaves as, good-naturedly, they try to jostle him to the
floor. Inevitably, all four slaves find themselves in a scrum of bodies on
the floor, each striving for supremacy over his fellows. Soon they are a
heaving, struggling tangle of flexing legs and thrusting asses; all
striving to be top dog.

For a few moments Toby's fear and despair give way to the pleasure and
comfort that this unexpected bodily contact with his three, fellow slaves
affords him. Briefly, he forgets his troubles and asks himself.

Was it only yesterday that the slave-dealer, Dave Matheson had told his
master, 'Strangely enough, most slaves are resilient.'?

Perhaps there is truth in that statement.

Their high-spirited fun has stirred the slaves in the other pens out of
their lethargy and they watch with interest as Toby and his three fellow
slaves abandon themselves to the fun of the moment.

Suddenly, their merriment is interrupted by the sharp, menacing crack of a
whip and the command.

"GET UP ON YOUR FEET! DO IT NOW!"

Hastily, they disentangle their bodies and spring to their feet.

Waiting on the other side of the bars are the steward and his two assistant
slaves come to make them ready for inspection.


To be continued......