Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2011 16:07:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Aftermath" Chapter 20 (Epilogue)  Gay Male/Authoritarian

THE AFTERMATH
(Or What Follows Next)
Chapter 20 (Epilogue): Obadiah's New Sedan Chair

This is a 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 20 (Epilogue): "Obadiah's New Sedan Chair"

Obadiah Clements is beside himself with excitement.

His new sedan chair is everything he expects of it and he is fulsome in his
praise of it to the carriage maker responsible for its construction. In
fact, it surpasses his most fanciful wishes and it truly is a thing of
beauty. Mind you that didn't just happen. No indeed not -for he'd put much
thought into its design and construction.

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Advancing years is something most people dread and Obadiah is no
exception. Physically, the years haven't been kind to him although, if he
is perfectly truthful with himself, he'd have to admit his debauched
lifestyle has contributed substantially his present deplorable condition.

He is grossly overweight to such an extent that his mobility is severely
limited and the mere act of walking challenges his resolve and
endurance. Life for Obadiah is now so sedentary that he relies on his
young, body slaves to assist him in all aspects of his daily life. Each
morning, they wrestle him out of his oversized bed - especially constructed
to accommodate his huge bulk - and struggle to get him into the shower
where they shave and bathe him before dressing him for the day.

Some time back, having reached the stage where he could no longer bear to
catch a glimpse of his own image, he'd had all the mirrors removed from his
home. Last time he'd stood before a mirror he'd been repulsed by his own
grotesqueness.  Staring back at him from below a shiny, bald dome were two
narrow, hooded eyes buried deep in a suet-pudding face and he was
ashamed. Were those two sagging breasts resting on top of that enormous
belly - whose overhang obscured his shrivelled, genitalia - really his?

Even within the shower it was necessary for his body slaves to raise his
arms above his head - the effort being too great for his wheezing
constitution and the hanging folds of underarm fat had disgusted him. And
the rear view was no less flattering - the sagging arse cheeks reminded him
of an ageing elephant he'd once seen at a circus performance.

As he looked upon his reflection, he was overcome with sadness. Was this
morbidly obese caricature really him? Where is the handsome, young Adonis
of his youth; has his former beauty really deteriorated into the heaving
mound of blubber staring back at him from out of the mirror?

Obadiah had lived the good life. Born to riches, he'd always indulged his
genuine love for the arts, an insatiable appetite for fine dining and a
debauched passion for young, male slaves. His considerable wealth had
allowed him to over-indulge all three passions.

A self-proclaimed patron of the arts and a connoisseur of fine foods and
good wines, his knowledge of the theatre, music, the fine arts and good
dining is prodigious and he is recognised as the city's leading arbiter of
good taste. His views are in constant demand and none of the city's elite
would ever consider making a decision on any of these matters until they
have sought his opinions.

Why only recently, hadn't young Andrew Trevorrow sought his opinion on a
bronze work of two nude wrestlers by the promising young artist, Antonio
Varo. Andrew had sought his advice - which he'd readily given - and made
the purchase for some exorbitant figure. Foolishly, Andrew had allowed
himself to be beguiled by the naked wrestlers - and Obadiah has to admit
they are superb- but in his expert opinion they were greatly overpriced and
he'd said as much. But it seemed Andrew was determined to own them and had
found it necessary to sell four of his best slaves, including his farm
steward Toby to finance its purchase.

Andrew Trevorrow's decision proved fortuitous for Obadiah for he'd
purchased Toby who now serves as one of his body slaves.  Toby is a sheer
delight. His superb body enraptures Obadiah and he daily orders Toby into
his bed. In fact, Toby sleeps on the floor alongside his bed and his first
duty of the day is to clamber up onto the bed and crouch between Obadiah's
monstrous thighs and use his mouth to service his master's- for the most
part- flaccid cock.

Obadiah is well aware of Toby's repugnance at being used in this way and
really half of the enjoyment for him is in this knowledge. Toby of course
is a slave and hasn't any option but to submit to Obadiah's will and the
sight of Toby's head bobbing between his outstretched legs is one that he
savours every morning.  This is enhanced by the pattern of cane strokes
that Toby wears perpetually on his back and arse. Really is there a more
satisfying sight for a master than to see his slave carry the marks of his
chastisement so prominently and Toby carries them beautifully? Of course,
Toby isn't alone in this; all his slaves carry similar markings on their
bodies. Obadiah never spares the cane on his slaves. Otherwise how would he
maintain order among his slaves and peace and harmony within his household?

To date, Obadiah's favoured means of transport is the elaborate litter that
he uses on all his outings.  Long ago; he's eschewed his pony trap for
it. The litter is unique in that no other resident of the city uses one. He
knows some people consider his use of it as eccentric while others see it
as flamboyant or, even worse, as shameless ostentation. But he doesn't
care; as he reclines back among the silken cushions and is shaded by the
matching canopy, he delights in watching the eight, naked, litter bearers
straining under their impossibly heavy load. It is empowering to watch
these slaves - four on either side of the litter - struggle to maintain
their equilibrium for fear of incurring his wrath. And how erotic it is to
see the stress both the litter and his bulk place on their powerful backs
and arm muscles.  And then there is the heady, masculine scent of their
copious sweating. How fascinating to watch as it beads on their shoulders
and chests before trickling down through their arse-cracks or to drip from
the ends of their cocks. Yes, there is much to be said for using a litter
as a means of conveyance.

Once or twice, Obadiah had used Toby as one of his litter bearers and he
had even used him to help carry him out to Andrew Trevorrow's soiree for
the unveiling of the statue of the two wrestlers. As they entered the
grounds of the slave's former home, he'd noticed the tears flowing down
Toby's cheeks. As Andrew Trevorrow hurried forward to welcome him, he
ignored his former slave and Obadiah wondered about Toby's thoughts at his
former master's cruel indifference?

The evening was a glittering, gala affair to which only the city's elite
had been invited and it seemed that the proud owner of Varo's latest work
had spared no expense in introducing it to the public.  Even by Obadiah's
standards, the evening affair was "overdone" but he hadn't the heart to say
so to his host. Andrew had tried so hard to hide his farmer's gaucheness
and to appear as a sophisticated connoisseur of the arts.

He'd been invited by Andrew to unveil the statue and to speak to the
gathering.  And Obadiah had fulfilled that role admirably. He'd been at his
most pompous best and as always he'd played to his appreciative audience
with a combination of his self-professed knowledge of the arts and some
humour. Really, he hadn't minded obliging Andrew. To get that close to
Varo's wrestlers was a privilege and he'd been quite envious of his host
and this had piqued him. Really such am objet d'art was too good to be left
in the hands of a dilettante art collector. It rightfully belonged with a
collector of his stature.

Recently, Obadiah had felt like a change - but a change from or to what he
didn't know. He only knew that he was bored and needed a project to lift
his jaded spirits. And for some unknown reason he knew Toby should be part
of this change.

He thought long and hard about this until, almost at the point of admitting
defeat, he chanced upon a picture of a sedan chair of the type used by the
wealthy in the seventeenth century.  As he looked at the picture, he had a
delightful vision of him being ferried throughout the city in such a novel
conveyance. The fact that it would be borne by two, powerfully built, naked
slaves added to his pleasurable thoughts and for the first time in ages he
felt a spontaneous stirring in his loins. This both surprised and delighted
him.  It had been so long since this had happened and increasingly, he'd
become more and more dependent on Toby to keep his "spirits up".

 He knew immediately that he'd found his new project. He would have a sedan
chair constructed for his use and Toby would be one its bearers.

Excitedly, Obadiah had hurried off to the city's leading carriage-maker and
told him of his plans for the sedan chair. This hadn't surprised the
carriage builder; after all he'd made the litter that Obadiah now uses. The
builder listened patiently as Obadiah outlined his preferences.

The chair Obadiah requires is to be made of the finest materials and richly
upholstered but it must have transparent panels that give Obadiah
unrestricted views of the chair's bearers; for him part of the enjoyment of
travelling in the chair would be to observe them in action. The panels are
to be both weatherproof and tinted to protect him from the harsh sun.  Can
the carriage maker build him such a chair? The answer is - nothing is
impossible and yes the chair can be made.

Succinctly, the builder suggests that the frame for the chair needs to be
made from strong, lightweight materials. He is a compassionate man and
feels for the two unfortunate slaves who'll bear the intolerable burden of
their master's weight.  As he looks at the eight, kneeling litter-bearers
who'd carried their master here, he is glad that he'd used this same
technique in the litter's construction.

The unhappy slaves are greatly stressed; their powerful chests heave and
their bellies bellow as their oxygen starved lungs gulp for air. Their
mighty limbs quiver like jelly and they are sweating profusely from the
heat of the day. As he looks upon their striped backs it's obvious that
Obadiah abuses his slaves and he is overcome with pity for their
distress. Diplomatically, he asks Obadiah if he'd like one of his slaves to
water the litter-bearers as they discuss their plans for the new chair.
Obadiah - never one to consider his slaves' comfort - dismissively agrees
to allow his slaves to be watered.

The carriage-maker, like the rest of the city is well aware of Obadiah's
voyeurism and suggests that the internal seating could be made
interchangeable in that Obadiah can travel facing either forward or
backward. This way Obadiah will be able to observe the back of the slave in
front or the front of the slave in back - depending on his mood of the
moment. This hadn't occurred to Obadiah but he enthusiastically agrees and
compliments the carriage-maker for his suggestion.

Time moved slowly for Obadiah as he waited for his new chair and it was
hard for him to contain his impatience for it to be completed. But today he
has taken delivery of it and he is enthralled with it.  As he and its maker
inspect the finished chair his enthusiasm for it is boundless. The
carriage-maker has excelled and the chair is truly a thing of beauty. The
decorative, mahogany timber compliments the sparkling, transparent wrap
around panels and the plush interior is richly lined with midnight blue
velvet and gold trim. The carrying bars at both front and rear are
exquisitely carved with mythological creatures - hinting at Obadiah's
artistic tastes - and there are gold coloured chains for the slaves'
wrists.

Obadiah is absolutely delighted with his new chair and can't compliment its
maker enough. True the final cost of the chair is greater than he'd first
thought but as he stands looking at it any concerns about his extravagance
melt away. After all he is rich and why shouldn't he indulge himself.

Finally, Obadiah has his new sedan chair. All that remains now is to find
the fortunate slaves who'll become his bearers. He already has one bearer -
Toby. It only remains to find a slave to pair with him.
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Obadiah has received word from the slave-dealer, Dave Matheson that he has
a slave who will meet his requirements as a chair mate for Toby. A new
slave has just been delivered into his hands for processing into slavery
and for sale at next Saturday's auction and from what Dave Matheson has
told him the slave meets all his requirements.

The slaver has arranged a special viewing for Obadiah and he is on his way
there now. He looks out from his litter as Toby struggles to keep pace with
the more experienced litter-bearers. He has brought Toby with him so that
he can compare the new slave alongside of him.  But he doesn't doubt
they'll be a perfect match for he knows this new slave quite well for he is
no other than Andrew Trevorrow.

Things had gone badly with Andrew.  Foolishly he'd borrowed heavily against
this year's harvest which had failed dramatically because of the recent
locust plague. He'd borrowed to indulge his delusions of artistic grandeur
and his obsessive desire to possess the two bronze wrestlers. Even more
foolishly, he'd sold his farm manager, Toby to help pay for its cost. It's
doubtful if Toby could have saved his master from the calamity that has now
befallen him but perhaps - just perhaps - he could have limited its impact
and bought valuable time for Andrew to re-organise his affairs. As it was,
without Toby's expertise and sagacity, Andrew Trevorrow was doomed.

Without an income from his crops and unable to repay the enormous sums of
money he'd borrowed at exorbitant rates of interest, his creditors moved
quickly to have Andrew declared a bankrupt. His farm, his possessions and
his slaves were all seized and sold off to help repay some of his debts.

As is usual in these s cases, Andrew Trevorrow appeared before the courts
and as a bankrupt he was sentenced to servitude for the term of his natural
life. Stripped of his freedom and with all his worldly possessions gone,
Andrew Trevorrow is now known by the abbreviated "Andy" - a name more in
keeping with his new status as a slave.

Shocked at his reversal of fortune, he stands naked and shackled to an
inspection podium awaiting the arrival of a potential buyer. He has no idea
who that buyer might be and Dave Matheson hasn't told him. As a slave he
hasn't that right. So he is left to tremble fearfully and to sob noisily as
he contemplates his future.

Obadiah supposes they'll be great interest shown in the slave Andy. After
all, as Andrew Trevorrow, he had tried hard to impress himself upon the
city's "glitterati' and to break into circles that were way beyond his
social pretensions. No doubt there are many people who will want to own him
for that fact alone. But Obadiah is determined to buy Andy to pair with
Toby and his wealth will allow him to do so.

Momentarily, he feels a tinge of sympathy for Andrew Trevorrow; but not for
long. Foolish boy!  Through his own stupidity, he deserves what is
happening to him. If only he'd stuck with farming and allowed Toby to
continue to manage his affairs then all would be well for him. He'd still
be free instead of a slave.

 Still, it's fortuitous for Obadiah that the slave Andy has come on the
market at this time. He'll make a great companion for Toby as they struggle
to carry his new chair around town while he sits back in cushioned comfort
and watches them in their labours. Lasciviously he licks his lips at the
thought of their magnificent, sweat streaked, naked bodies straining under
the weight of his chair. And there is a certain irony in all this that
perhaps won't be lost on Andy; the fact that he is now a slave of equal
status with a slave he'd once owned.

And just like Toby, Andy too has a most delightful arse; well-rounded and
curvaceous like a ripening peach. Like Toby's it promises much sport for
Obadiah's cane. And of course there is his mouth. Will it serve him as well
as Toby's does?

These thoughts titillate Obadiah.  From somewhere deep within, a loud
chuckle rumbles forth causing his more than ample girth to tremble.

But before he uses them on his sedan chair, Obadiah has another task for
the two slaves to perform.  He will use them to mount the Antonio Varo
bronze of the two, naked wrestlers on a plinth in the middle of his
impluvium. By the greatest stroke of luck he'd managed to buy it at the
liquidation sale of Andrew Trevorrow's possessions for a faction of its
real value.

Now, there is real irony in that. Well at least there is for the slave
Andy.

End.