Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2011 00:52:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Aftermath" Chapter 5  Gay Male/Authoritarian

THE AFTERMATH
(OR WHAT FOLLOWS NEXT)
Chapter 5

This is a story of erotic fiction intended 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 5: Pre-sale Inspections: The Two, Blond Slaves

Now securely locked back in their pen, the two, blond slaves are fretful;
they are acutely aware of the absence of their fellow slave.

The black-haired slave, who is nameless like them, has been an integral
part of their lives since that day, six long years ago, when the old master
had bought the three of them as young teenagers. In the intervening years,
the three had shared the hardships of their common slavery and had found
solace in one another's company. Working together in the fields had forged
strong bonds of affection between them and this manifested itself during
the long hours of darkness in the juvenile slaves' stables.

At first, this was simply boisterous rough and tumble wrestling with each
other - as far as their chains would allow - and enjoying the close,
physical contact with one another's naked bodies. However, as they watched
and listened to the adult slaves pleasuring each other in the adjoining
adult stables, they soon began to experiment with their own burgeoning
sexualities. Gaining the necessary experience from much clumsy fumbling,
they were soon fucking each other - often and enthusiastically. Even, when
on reaching maturity, they were moved into the adult stables, they still
preferred to lie together during the night and confine their lovemaking to
one another.

Now, they are painfully aware that this aspect of their lives is over; that
soon they will be parted and sold to new masters. They feel an incredible
sadness at this separation from their friend. They are unaware that he is
now lost to them forever and that they will never see him again. Miserably,
they huddle together in a silent embrace and try not to dwell on their own
impending separation.

They still have memories of their lives before their enslavement. Almost of
an identical age, they are cousins - their fathers, both farmers, were
brothers - and they had been inseparable since an early age. They had lived
with their families in a disputed border area, which had been caught up in
one of the many skirmishes between two warring factions. Overrun by their
enemies, their enslavement was swift and brutal. The men and teenaged boys
had been separated from the women and younger children and sold to slave
buyers from the south.  These slave-buyers, always on hand whenever there
was a border dispute, were eager to snap up any bargains to send to the
southern slave markets. Stripped naked by their captors, the men and boys
were grouped into lots of ten and offered for quick sale to the
slavers. The two cousins were part of a group of twenty sold to the same
buyer who promptly despatched them to his dealer in the south. Here they
were quickly processed into slavery.

They bitterly recall the treatment they received at the hands of the slave
dealer to whom they now belonged. Because of their age, the young, teenaged
slaves were spared the horrors of branding. However, they were witnesses to
the branding of the mature aged slaves in their group. They watched in
horror as their unfortunate companions were dragged kicking and screaming
to the branding table and securely fastened down. They listened as the new
slaves begged for non-existent mercy and watched as the branding iron was
applied to their left flanks. They heard the sounds of sizzling flesh and
the animal-like screams of the victims as the brand seared itself into
their tender flesh. In their imaginations, they can still smell the urine,
excrement and vomit of the newly branded slaves.

Their own branding would come later; on reaching maturity and it would be
no less traumatic.

Once branded, all the new slaves were fitted with the accoutrements of
slavery - metal neck collars, wrist manacles and ankle shackles - and then
placed in a pen to await their eventual sale. Over the next few days they
were prepared for their sale. Their heads were shorn to a proper slave
crop, beards removed and all body hair trimmed back to an acceptable level;
the slave dealer preferred to leave the slaves au naturel - he reasoned it
was the new owner's right to decide whether his new slave retained his body
hair or was made smooth.

Whilst it was usual for the body of a pleasure slave to be smoothly shaven
this wasn't the case for a work slave; most masters couldn't be bothered
with the high maintenance required in constantly shaving a work slave's
body. Such slaves are periodically tidied up and are allowed to wash once a
week. Now prepared, the slaves were left to fret in their pens and wonder
about their impending sales. They didn't have long to wait.

Next morning they were ordered out of their pens and chaotically sorted
into position, then chained by the neck, one behind the other, into the
order of their sale. The two cousins now found themselves separated and
spaced between two adults. Each slave was allocated a lot number written in
black on the left pectoral and the right buttock. The numbers allocated to
the cousins were "27" and "33".

Driven out of the pens and into the saleyards, the new slaves were
unshackled and made to stand, chained by the left ankle, on a long rostrum
where they were now available for "inspection" by any potential buyer. Here
they were minutely examined as eager hands roamed freely over their naked
bodies testing the soundness of their musculatures. They were made to pose
their bodies by twisting, stretching and squatting and listened as their
physical attributes were dispassionately discussed and argued over by the
many interested buyers. They endured the indignity of having their balls
hefted, weighed and fondled as their penises were stretched and stroked
into erection. And they suffered the ultimate humiliation of being forced
to bend at the waist and present their asses for inspection. The final
inspection was for the soundness of their mouths and teeth.

At the end of the auction the cousins were overjoyed to discover that the
same owner had bought them. They were chained into a coffle with another
four juveniles slaves and driven out to the old master's farm where they
were put to work in thehis fields.

The memories of this first sale are still fresh in their minds and they are
only too aware of what awaits them over the next two days.

Suddenly the door to the pen is unlocked and the two slaves are ordered out
into the centre passageway. Under the impatient direction of the steward,
his two assistants quickly fasten their wrists to the back of their collars
and cover their nudity with two small squares of thin, white cloth tied
around their waists- one in front covers their genitals and the other hides
their asses. This had been ordered by Dave Matheson as a mark of respect
for the Middleton sisters.  This is the first time since their enslavement
that they have worn clothing of any type and both slaves are acutely aware
of the coarse material exciting their cocks and rubbing against their
buttocks.

Now they are hurried through a series of rooms and passages into a room
unlike any they have seen before. This room is large and is tastefully
decorated in shades of soft grey and pink and exudes an air of feminine
charm and luxury. In the centre of the room is a raised platform of
polished timber and the surrounding floor is covered in a thick, plush
carpet. Scattered around the room, there are expensive, floral-chintz,
covered chairs and divans grouped around expensive, coffee tables.

Surprised at this turn of events, the two slaves barely have time to take
all this in as they are made to mount the platform and stand as each has
his left ankle locked into short length of chain before their wrists are
unfastened from their collars.

"You two are in luck." The steward tells them. "The master has had an
unexpected request to display you. He thought you'd go to auction without
any interest being shown in you."

Both slaves are naturally curious as to who is to inspect them but their
training prevents them from asking the steward for more detail. He now
instructs them.

"Face the front and assume the display position. In a few moments two
clients will be here to examine you. They are two very important women
looking to buy two, strong slaves like you. It's important that you both
make a good impression.  In their presence you will remain in the display
position with your heads bowed.  Under no circumstances will YOU SPEAK
unless they give you permission to do so or if they ask you a
question. Then you will answer briefly and don't forget to call them
MISTRESS. You will obey any instructions they give you IMMEDIATELY and
without comment. I'll have my two assistants standing behind you with canes
and goads and they won't hesitate to use them if you give them any reason
to do so.  You'll proudly present your bodies for any examination and
assume any positions they command of you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

Trembling, both the young slaves simply answer,

"Yes sir."

"All right then. Let's get you into position. GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND
DISPLAY!"

Both slaves hastily fall to their knees and assume the display position;
they cross their ankles and spread their knees as at the same time they
hold their upper bodies rigidly erect and bow their heads. The steward
checks out their front and back coverings to ensure their genitals and
buttocks are decently concealed.

"Now, when the master and his clients enter the room you'll immediately
show them the respect due to them by assuming the full obeisance
position. And you'll stay in those positions until you are instructed
otherwise."

The steward orders his two assistants to take up a position, one behind
each of the slaves and as the door opens, he barks the order.

"FULL OBEISANCE!"

Immediately both slaves comply with this instruction by pressing their
foreheads and the palms of their hands to the floor. From this position,
they aren't able to see who has entered the room but are able to hear a
woman's voice speaking to Dave Matheson.

"I'm surprised, Mr Matheson. What a delightful room. The decor is
absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, Miss Harriet. The room was designed by an interior decorator
from a feminine perspective as you can see."

"Yes I can see that, but what I don't understand is why you have gone to so
much trouble? After all, one associates those areas where one examines
slaves as dingy and somewhat seedy."

"That's true; Miss Harriet and the viewing rooms for our gentlemen clients
aren't as opulent as this one. However, given the increase in the number of
lady clients now buying their own slaves rather than leaving it to their
menfolk as in the past, we here at Matheson's decided we needed to do our
best to accommodate this emerging market."

"I'm surprised to hear that there are women who actually buy their own
slaves.  It wouldn't have happened when I was younger."

"You're quite right. But things are changing. With the increase in the
number of successful women in the professions and commerce, there is now a
tendency on the part of these women to buy their own slaves. They look for
greater independence from the men in their lives."

"Humph! I'm not sure that I fully understand or approve. But tell me, do
these women actually examine the slaves?"

"Of course and we here at Matheson's actively encourage them to do so. In
the past, buying slaves was done exclusively by men. As a result, most
women aren't aware of how to go about appraising and buying a slave. What
we do here at Matheson's is to run evening supper- seminars on all aspects
of appraising, buying and owning a slave. There's great interest in these
events and you'd be surprised at the number of women's groups and clubs who
request us to stage such an evening for them."

"Really and what form do these evenings take?"

"We instruct the ladies on the characteristics they should look for in any
slave they are considering buying and how to physically examine the slave
to see if he meets with their criteria. These evenings are all very much
hands-on affairs. In fact, the ladies themselves see these evenings as fun
evenings that boost their confidence in buying and owning a slave."

"And do you use real slaves at these evenings?"

"Yes we do, Miss Harriet. We usually pick an assortment of ten to fifteen
slaves from our pens and present them to the ladies to practise on. Of
course the slaves are cleaned up and presented as though they are really
being sold.  They're numbered and chained up on the rostrum as they would
be at a real auction. We have representatives present who advise the ladies
as they move along the line of slaves discussing or examining them just as
they would at a real slave sale. The ladies become quite enthusiastic and
even have the slaves placed on their hands and knees on the inspection
benches for more detailed and closer inspections. Then, once the
inspections are finished, we have a 'mock' auction where the ladies
actually bid for the slaves to gain experience for the real thing. The
ladies are always appreciative and tell us how much they've enjoyed the
evening. We have many ladies who attend more than one seminar. And of
course it's good practise for the slaves too. They know what to expect at a
real auction."

"Do the slaves object to being examined by women?"

"No! Not at all. They know better than to offer any resistance. They know
they will be severely punished for any acts of intransigence. In fact, Miss
Harriet, I believe the slaves enjoy these evenings almost as much as the
ladies.  Certainly, they become very excited during the evening's
activities much to the ladies delight. And, of course we show the ladies
how a slave's appearance can be enhanced by the use of body adornments and
jewellery. The ladies are always interested in this aspect of owning a
slave. Then we finish the evening by demonstrating the chastisement of a
slave."

"How do you do that?"

"Well, we normally use one of the in-house slaves for that. There's always
at least one of my slaves who warrants a punishment and we delay that
punishment to use as a demonstration at a ladies' evening."

"What form does this punishment take, Mr Matheson?"

"Oh, it's nothing too graphic, Miss Harriet. We usually limit the
punishment to a caning or a mild whipping. And we allow the ladies to vote
on whether it's to be a caning or a whipping. Perhaps, Miss Harriet, I
could invite you and Miss Martha to one of our ladies' nights?"

"Thank you Mr Matheson. But I think neither my sister nor I would be
interested in attending such a sordid affair." Harriet Middleton haughtily
replies. "And I think it's time to return to the real purpose of our
visit. Are these the two slaves?"

"Yes indeed they are. Would you like them to stand and display?"

"Not just yet, thank you." Harriet replies as she and Martha walk slowly
around the two slaves looking at their powerful backs. "I notice they are
clothed; is this usual?"

"No. I ordered coverings for them as I wasn't sure if you ladies would be
offended by their nakedness."

"As I said earlier, Mr Matheson, both my sister and I are used to seeing
naked slaves out at the plantation. Could we view them uncovered please?"

"If you're comfortable with that, then of course, we can remove their
loincloths." Then the dealer raps out the order to.

"STAND AND DISPLAY!"

Unhesitatingly, both slaves leap to their feet and place themselves on
display with their heads bowed.

"I notice their immediate response to your order, Mr Matheson. I like that.
Slaves should obey any instruction given to them smartly and without
question."

"I understand from their owner that these two boys are well trained in that
regard, Miss Harriet. Both of them are loyal, obedient and hard-working."

"Then why is he selling them?"

"I believe their owner needs quick cash. Indeed he has asked me to sell
four of his slaves; these two, another young field-slave and his farm
steward. All of them are prime stock."

"Then, the man is a fool. Any farmer who sells his steward simply for quick
money is either short-sighted or incompetent. My experience of such people
is that they inevitably end up as bankrupts."

"I agree, with you, Miss Harriet. I must admit I'm surprised that he would
sell four of his prime stock under such circumstances. He's young and
inexperienced; my guess is that his good fortune is due entirely to his
steward. Without the steward's expertise he could well be on the road to
financial ruin, as you suggest. If that happens, he could even find himself
standing on my auction block at some future date. Are you ready to continue
your inspection of the slaves? If so, I'll have my steward remove their
coverings."

As the steward uncovers them, both slaves are acutely aware of their
nakedness in the presence of the two, elderly women. Since their
enslavement, they haven't had contact with any females. The Trevorrow farm
is exclusively male in that their master, Andy isn't married or uses female
slaves in his household. Now as the eyes of the two sisters move slowly
down over their naked bodies to their cinched genitals, they blush with
embarrassment and will their cocks to remain lifeless. Slowly, they feel
themselves stirring.

"I commend you on the slaves' presentation, Mr Matheson. They are well
displayed and their cinches thrust everything into prominence. They are
both very well endowed. I like that in a slave."

Suddenly, Martha becomes uncharacteristically vocal.

"Oh dear, Harriet! They are bigger than I expected. I don't know - they
almost appear brutish."

"Nonsense, Martha. Of course, they're large. What do you expect? Looking at
them, it's obvious they have spent all their time working in the
fields. They have strong, powerful bodies, which if we buy them; they'll
need for our purposes. Our lawn mowers are heavy and they'll need all their
strength to pull them. And the same is true of our rickshaw. Their
physiques are ideal for both tasks."

"But Harriet, their bodies are hairy and I much prefer a slave with a
smooth body."

"It's a very simple matter to strip them of their body hair." Dave Matheson
volunteers.

"I suppose that's an option," Harriet interrupts, "but I quite like them as
they are. Their body hair adds a certain masculine charm to them. It makes
them appear stronger and they only have light coverings on their chests,
stomachs and limbs.  And I do like their hair colouring. No, I prefer them
as they are."

"But Harriet! Will we be able to control them in harness? They appear so
strong."

"Miss Martha, if controlling them is a concern, you could consider having
them quietened down." Dave Matheson suggests.

"What do you mean, Mr Matheson?" Harriet asks. "By quietened down do you
mean having them gelded."

"Yes, Miss Harriet. At the moment, gelding isn't widespread but it is
becoming popular, especially with our lady clients. Gelding a slave makes
him more manageable. Only last month we sold a gelded slave to a prominent
business woman. We can arrange to have a slave gelded by a qualified vet
for a very small fee, if that is what the client wants."

"My late father never approved of castrating a slave either as a means of
control or as a punishment and neither do I. As the late Governor always
said if a slave was that out of control so as to warrant gelding, then the
owner was better to cut his losses and sell the slave to the mines or
quarries where discipline is harsher and stricter. Besides I dislike the
appearance of a castrated slave; they always appear out of balance."

"That can be overcome by using surgical implants to restore a balanced look
to a gelded slave".

"Whatever do you mean Mr Matheson?" Harriet asks. "What do you mean by
surgical implants?"

"Once you have gelded a slave it's a simple procedure to replace the
testicles with false ones. In fact, it's almost impossible to tell the
difference. The gelding we sold last month was fitted with prosthetics and
his owner is delighted with the results, She opted to have prosthetics
larger than the originals placed back in the scrotum; the result is that
the slave appears to have very large testicles suspended in a low hanging
sac. This owner tells me he is quite a conversation piece among her
friends. The prosthetics she chose as replacements are of a soft silicon
that have the feel and texture of the real articles. Fondling him, it is
impossible to tell they are fakes. Of course the slave knows there's a
difference but that is of no consequence. Some owners choose to use
titanium ones that 'hang low' and enhance the slave's overall
appearance. Look let me show you how it's done."

Dave Matheson instructs his steward to place both slaves on their hands and
knees on the "inspection" bench and then takes up a position behind the
first slave. He crudely pushes the slave's knees to their maximum width
before reaching between his legs and pulling backwards on the slave's cock;
the slave grunts as he does so.

"Ladies, if you look carefully you can see the slave's testicles are
tightly bunched up in the cinched scrotum and notice how the skin of the
scrotum is stretched taut. It's important that both testicles are as low
down in the sac as possible," the dealer tugs back sharply on the slave's
cock giving the sisters a closer scrutiny of the ball sac, "and without any
possibility of the slave retracting them. Also the skin of the scrotum must
be stretched tight."

The slave wriggles at the cruel tugging of his genitals and is instantly
rewarded with a sharp slap on the ass with the rebuke to "STOP MOVING!" The
slap echoes loudly through the room.

"Then it's simply a case of the vet making two small incisions here and
here," using his thumbnail he marks two imaginary cuts at the back of the
scrotum, "and popping the testicles out through the cuts with as much of
the cords as possible before snipping the lot off. Once both testicles have
been removed and the prosthetic implants put into place it's simply a
matter of stitching up the incisions and allowing the slave to heal. Of
course, there are two small scars as a result, but as these are at the back
of the scrotum they're hardly noticeable. Actually, these scars help us
determine if a slave is a whole slave or a gelding. We occasionally have an
owner present a slave for sale as whole when in fact he has been
castrated. However, these gelding scars don't lie."

"Oh dear. Does it hurt the slave? Does he feel much pain, Mr Matheson?"
Martha asks, sympathetically.

"The answer to both your questions is yes, Miss Martha. Although, I can't
speak from personal experience." Dave laughs at his own crude
joke. "Certainly, I've never struck a slave who willingly submits to
gelding. They all struggle and fight to prevent it happening."

"Mr Matheson, I notice both these slaves appear to be disinterested. In my
experience when a male slave is being examined he becomes- what was the
expression you used earlier - he becomes excited which I suppose is a
euphemism for aroused. Neither of these slaves gives that impression. In
fact, I'd say they are decidedly unexcited. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I suppose it's all this talk about gelding that's responsible, Miss
Harriet. No slave relishes the prospect of castration."

"Well they need not worry on that score. If we buy them they won't be
gelded."

"Do you hear that, boys." Dave comments as he playfully pats both slaves'
asses.  "You'd better hope that you are sold to Miss Harriet and Miss
Martha on Saturday. Then you'll be sure of keeping these." He adds as he
tugs down on both scrotums. The slaves give an audible sigh of relief and
are determined to ingratiate themselves to the two sisters.

"May I speak, mistress?"

The question comes from a slave, who, until now had remained discreetly in
the background. This slave, aged in his mid-thirties, is tall with a strong
muscular physique and has a handsome face topped by a mop of black
curls. And he wears a loincloth.

"Mr Matheson, this is our major domo, Waldo. Yes? What is it you want to
say, Waldo?"

"Mistress, I was going to ask if you want me to examine the slaves while
they are on the inspection bench."

"Of course, Waldo. Go ahead and make your examination. There are a few
matters that Miss Martha and I want to discuss with Mr Matheson."

Waldo subjects the two slaves to a thorough inspection as he runs his hands
over them gauging the strength in their shoulders and backs. His hands
slide over their rumps and thighs before parting their buttocks for a
closer inspection. His finger probes at the entrances to their holes before
thrusting through their sphincters for an internal examination. Satisfied,
he withdraws his finger and now hefts and weighs their balls before
reaching under their bellies to seek out their now hardening cocks-
stretching and manipulating both until they are rampantly erect. He walks
to the front of the bench and begins an examination of their eyes, ears and
noses. Finally, he instructs them to open their mouths and examines their
tongues and teeth. His examinations finished, he stands, respectfully, in
the at rest position with his head bowed and waits patiently for his
mistresses' attention.

"Well Waldo. What's your opinion? Are the slaves suitable for our needs?"
Harriet asks.

"Mistress, both slaves are in prime condition, their mouths are sound and
their anuses are healthy. Their skins are without blemish as far as I can
see. But I do need to examine their fronts; for that I need them to stand."

Pleased with Waldo's comments, Dave Matheson orders both slaves off of the
bench and to.

"Stand and display."

Both slaves stand rigid as Waldo now runs his hands over the fronts of
their taut bodies gauging the strength of their arms and chests before
moving down over their firm bellies to the genitals. These are once more
subjected to his close scrutiny and, helplessly, they feel their cocks
responding to his ministrations. Embarrassed, they are also aware that
pre-cum is now oozing out of their piss-slits.

"I think you would have to agree that both the slaves are now VERY excited,
Miss Harriet." Dave comments.

"Indeed they are, Mr Matheson. Indeed they are."

Tell me, Miss Harriet. Do you want your slave to milk them?"

"I most definitely do, Mr Matheson. We need to know if they are capable of
breeding. Once he has seen them, I should think my brother will want to use
them in his breeding programme out at the plantation. I have no doubt that
these two will be required for stud duties. But first, I need to ask for
Waldo's assessment. Do they meet our requirements, Waldo?"

"Yes mistress. They meet all your requirements and without any
reservations, I strongly recommend them."

"Thank you, Waldo. Once again your opinion is most valued."

"Thank you, mistress." Waldo humbly replies to his mistress' compliment.

"Do you wish to watch them as they are milked, Miss Harriet?" Dave asks.

"No! We'll leave that to Waldo to attend to. Perhaps we could return to
your office and discuss Saturday's auction. We, of course, won't be
attending. But now that we know these slaves are suitable for our needs, we
can ask our brother's estate manager to bid on our behalf. Would you be so
kind as to allow him to inspect the slaves prior to sale? Out of courtesy,
I feel we should ask him to do so."

"Consider it done, Miss Harriet. I'll make it my business to look out for
him and give him hands-on access to the two slaves."

"We're most grateful, Mr Matheson. No doubt you'll set a reserve price on
the slaves. I understand that is the way these things are done?"

"Yes there will be a reserve set on all the slaves at Saturday's
offering. Look it's difficult to say what the reserve on these two slaves
will be -that won't be decided until later. But I can say it will be
high. As a matched pair they'll sell for considerably more than if they are
offered as individual lots. My guess is that they'll sell for somewhere in
the region of 10,000 to 12,000 drachmae.  It all depends on how many people
show an interest in them."

As they leave the room, Dave Matheson turns and instructs his steward to
assist the slave, Waldo in milking the two slaves and then, when they are
finished, he is to return them to their pen. So pleased is he with the
outcome of the inspections, he uncharacteristically instructs the steward
to give the two slaves an extra ration of food and water as a reward for
their good showing.


Later as they rest in their pen the two slaves talk about the morning's
events.  All the talk of gelding slaves has unsettled them and they are now
aware that this is a very real prospect if they are sold to a master or
mistress who decides that this is what THEY want. They tremble as they
realise this choice won't be theirs' to make.

They are grateful that the two women have stated that they don't geld their
slaves.  They hope they will be sold to the Middleton sisters and, if this
should happen, they resolve to be the very best of slaves; to be docile,
loyal, obedient and hardworking.

Back in his office, after saying goodbye to Miss Harriet and Miss Martha,
Dave Matheson is well pleased with the morning's fortuitous turn of
events. For the first time he has made contact with the powerful and
influential Middleton family and if he plays his cards right - who knows -
it could lead to bigger and better things.

And he has Andy Trevorrow's two, blond slaves to thank for this.


To be continued..........