Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2012 18:28:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Bezistan Chronicles" Chapter 6 Gay Male /Authoritarian.

The Bezistan Chronicles
Chapter 6: Aindrias in the Palace Gardens

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

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris):
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Chapter 6: Aindrias in the Palace Gardens

As a result of my wilfulness and stupidity, I am to be caned. My Master, in
his anger, has ordered that I'm to be taken to the whipping-yard and given
ten strokes and humiliatingly, he has commanded me to beg the whip- master
to apply the cane with the full force of his arm. To say I'm frightened is
an understatement. I am terrified!

Ruefully, I rub my still smarting ass as I watch my Master drive away from
the palace and disappear down the long curving driveway. Today, for the
first time, my body has 'tasted leather' and the ache in my ass is
testimony to the whip's fiery fury.

I now know that my Master can, in his anger, wield his whip fiercely. His
whip has taught me a valuable lesson and it has convinced me not to anger
him in future.

I can see Prince Rashid viciously whipping the two ponies both as
punishment and to make them run faster. I'm very much aware that my Master
is furious with them and with me; the ponies because they fouled the
entrance to his residence and me for my reluctance in displaying myself to
him - something that as a slave I must do. I'm to be punished for my
intransigence and I quake at the thought of the ten strokes of the cane
that I will soon suffer.

I've been caned many times in the past for one misdemeanour or another;
this is routine for all the stable's slaves. However, these canings have
never exceeded two or possibly three strokes at the most. When working
around the stables, it's usual for our overseers to cane us - sometimes
these punishments are warranted; at other times it just a case of a
liverish overseer wanting to work off his bad temper.

Often these canings are simply delivered to the backs of our thighs as we
stand; on other occasions we are made to bend at the waist and present our
asses to the cane. Both forms of caning are extremely painful and I wonder
about the mechanics of my punishment.

Will I be suspended in a whipping frame and have the cane applied to my
shoulders, buttocks and thighs?

Or will I suffer the ultimate humiliation and be doubled over a trestle and
caned on the ass?

I suspect the latter, because I know that, as well as the pain inflicted on
a slave by caning or whipping, a major part of the punishment requires that
he is also humiliated.

My mind still isn't able to grasp what is happening to me this
morning. When I awoke, the day had promised to be like all other days - how
wrong I was. From a slave's perspective each day is the same as the
previous one - for a slave nothing ever changes. It's true our duties might
vary and there's always the possibility of our being punished and of
course, for the stable slaves, there's the inevitability of the overseers
using them for sex.

The overseers, by and large, are an unattractive lot with huge sexual
appetites and the slaves are hard pressed to meet their insatiable
demands. At any given time, it is usual to find a number of the stable
slaves either on their knees sucking cock or on all fours having their
asses ploughed.

Fortunately, as 'Geoff's Pet' I am spared the overseers' abuse but
unfortunately, my special status as a 'pet' doesn't protect me from either
my Master's anger or his attention. He has decided that that he will fuck
me upon his return later this afternoon.

As I have never been fucked before, I'm full of dread; yet I'm also
strangely excited at the prospect. In truth, this is something I've wanted
for a very long time but now that it is to happen, I'm no longer sure. I am
apprehensive and I wonder - will I enjoy it? Will it hurt?

From overheard conversations between the overseers, I understand my Master
is very well endowed and is ruthless and thoughtless in his use of his
pleasure slaves within the palace. I now recall their jocular comments that
my Master 'rough fucks his slaves'. Is this to happen to me?

But, I know what to expect from the cane. I have felt it many times and I
know its pain is excruciating. In the past, I've only ever received, at the
most, three strokes and now I'm to receive ten. I am terrified and I feel
my belly turn to water.

Suddenly, these thoughts are interrupted and I am jerked back to reality by
the angry shouting of Daoud, my master's major domo ordering me to clean up
the ponies' drying puddles of piss.

I diligently apply myself to this task and when I have finished, I wait
patiently for Daoud's sign of approval. Finally, and after much close
inspection, he grudgingly gives it and orders me to follow him to the
whipping-yard. My legs tremble as I trot after him.

"Move yourself, slave." the major domo orders me. "We have a lot to attend
to before your Master returns. We don't have all day to waste."

I'm a stranger to the palace and so I follow him as he enters through a
gateway into the palace-grounds.

Entering through the gate, I gasp in astonishment. I'm confronted with a
sweeping panorama of verdant green lawns, exotic trees, shady paths and
beds of colourful flowering plants running down to a manmade lake. I gape
in awe at the magnificent scene before my eyes. I am totally unprepared for
the grandeur and the scope of this oasis in the harsh desert environment of
my world.

Vaguely, I'm aware of the garden's existence - all we slaves are. However,
they are strictly 'out of bounds' to those of us designated as common work
slaves; I can't begin to imagine the punishment meted out to a slave
foolish enough to trespass here. As a stable slave, I've never been allowed
this close to the walled compound surrounding my Master's home before; I'm
accustomed to the more austere surroundings of the whitewashed stables and
the other buildings which help to make up the vast agricultural holding.

Suddenly, I am confronted by an army of naked, white slaves working under
the direction and the whips of impatient slave-masters and their slave
assistant overseers. Until now, I didn't know of their existence and had
never given any thought to what happened within the closed walls of my
Master's palace. As a slave, I'm too pre-occupied with the uncertainty of
my own existence to interest myself in matters that don't directly affect
me.

Subsequently, I am to learn that these slaves, like the palace slaves, are
chosen for their pleasing appearances. Their presence in the palace grounds
is twofold; to provide the labour force required to maintain the gardens
and to beautify the grounds by their physical presence. These slaves
reflect my Master's delight in enslaving the 'despised' white race and they
have been taken into slavery from around the world.

Without exception, they are young and handsome with strong muscular bodies
- the epitome of male, physical perfection. All have prominent cocks and
balls which are obscenely displayed, in a semi-erect form, by their genital
rings. These slaves are majestic in their nakedness and my cock instantly
springs to attention.

These magnificent creatures are chosen personally by my Master to toil in
his gardens.  When my Master visits his gardens it isn't only to enjoy the
plants and flowers. He delights in watching the sweating, straining bodies
of his slaves as they labour under the lash.

A connoisseur of the male form, he regards these slaves as living
sculptures who enhance the beauty and perfection of his palace grounds. He
delights in displaying them and any visitors to the palace are always taken
on a walking tour of the gardens. Placed throughout the gardens are a
number of palatial pavilions from where my Master and his guests, attended
by a retinue of slaves from the palace, can enjoy the sensual sight of his
sweat glistening slaves at work.

I watch as these slaves bend to their tasks of digging, hoeing, weeding,
planting and pruning.  All are sweating profusely under the fierce sun and
the stripes on their backs and asses testify to the overseers' impatience
and willingness to punish any slackness on the part of a lazy slave.

Other slaves are harnessed to heavy lawnmowers which are briskly moving
back and forth across the immaculate lawns; the straining bodies and
bulging muscles of these slaves are evidence of the intensity of their
labours. They too, are whipped to maintain the required speed and output of
their assigned workloads. Still other draft slaves, yoked together in
pairs, are harnessed in teams of ten to heavy drays delivering loads of
well composted manure for use as fertilizer on the garden beds before
removing any unwanted vegetable matter to the distant composting pits.

"Good afternoon to you, Daoud. What brings you out of the palace and into
the gardens?"

I look to see who is talking and see a slave-master in charge of a gang of
ten slaves bent double weeding a garden bed.

"You may well ask, Ali. As if I didn't have enough to do inside the palace?
Before leaving for the airstrip, His Highness commanded me to deliver this
slave to the whipping -yard for a caning. After which, I'm to get him ready
for fucking."

One of the work slaves, mistakenly thinking that the slave-master's
attention is diverted by this exchange, seeks to relieve the strain on his
body by standing up and stretching his cramped muscles. Instantly, the
overseer's whip snakes out and wraps around the offending slave's belly and
back leaving a livid, red stripe against the burnished copper of his skin.
As the slave screams in pain the overseer angrily orders him to.

"Get back to work you lazy bastard. You weren't given permission to
rest. NOW BEND YOUR BACK!!"

Again the slave screams as the overseer's whip lashes diagonally across his
bent and exposed back. Immediately the slave resumes his labours with
renewed vigour. I however, flinch as the whip cracks across my fellow
slave's body and I recall my own recent encounter with the whip.

"Ah, a slave-master's role isn't an easy one is it Daoud? Do you see what I
have to put up with - lazy slaves who are always looking to slacken off?
Slaves by their natures are a cunning lot. They're always looking for ways
to take advantage of my good humour. Really I'm driven to distraction by
this gang of slaves. Some of them are new to slavery and haven't yet
learned to fully apply themselves to their labours. I only came on duty two
hours ago and already my arm aches from constantly whipping them to make
them work harder and faster."

"Speaking of them, you have some fine looking slaves in your charge, Ali."

"Well Prince Rashid doesn't only come into the gardens to admire the
plants. He really enjoys watching handsome, muscular slaves sweat as they
toil under the lash. The slaves hate it when he visits the gardens;
especially when he has guests. They know they will be worked harder and
whipped unmercifully for his entertainment. His Highness appreciates the
yelps and groans of the slaves as they are whipped to obtain maximum effort
from their labours."

"Yes I know what you mean. The Prince is the same with the palace
slaves. They never know when they will be sent down to the punishment yard
for a flogging. Like the slaves in your charge, they too have learned to
dread any visitors. Usually, His Highness will randomly choose a number of
slaves to be punished as entertainment for his guests. And I can tell you
it's about to get worse for the slaves. Prince Rashid has just informed me
that his father, Prince Youssef is coming to live permanently at the
Bezistan. As you will recall, Prince Youssef involves himself in all
aspects of the estate's activities; especially those that involve the
slaves. If the slaves think their lives are harsh now just wait until they
come under the close scrutiny of Prince Youssef.  But tell me, Ali! Do you
make use of the slaves' bodies?

"Of course I do, Daoud! That is one of the perks of this job. As you know
Prince Rashid allows his slave-masters full use of the slaves under their
control. I would be foolish not to take advantage of His Highness'
generosity."

"Some of them look to be eminently fuckable. Do you have any favourites?"

"I've used them all at various times. My current favourite is that young,
German slave with his ass facing towards us. As he has only recently been
enslaved, his hole is still tight. When I fuck him he yelps and bucks like
a virgin at her deflowering. I really enjoy that."

Both men laugh as they talk of the German slave's shame.

As I stand quietly at display, I feel the slave-master's eyes sweeping over
my body. There isn't any embarrassment in this for me. Like all slaves, I'm
aware that we are on open display at all times.

"Daoud, I would like to inspect your slave." Ali asks courteously. "Do I
have your permission?"

"Of course, Ali, the slave's at your disposal."

The major domo answers; then turning he instructs me.

"You slave; you heard; now do it and be quick about it. Present yourself
for inspection."

Hurriedly I stand before the two slave-masters and maintain the display
position. Anxious to please them, I stand upright with my legs apart and I
stretch my body to better display my musculature; humbly, I bow my head in
submission.

"SLOPPY! That's far too sloppy."

I'm shocked at the major domo's admonishment and reel backwards as he
viciously cuffs the side of my head.

"Square those shoulders! Thrust out your chest! Suck in your belly! Present
your cock and balls for a PROPER inspection! Ali, please accept my
apologies for the slave's lack of respect.  However, as you can see, he is
now ready for your inspection."

"There's no need to apologise, Daoud." Ali replies graciously. "I know how
frustrating it can be to get a slave to respond properly to an
instruction."

Ali moves in front of me and begins his inspection by feeling the hardness
of my biceps before moving over my shoulders and down to my chest. There,
he pauses and slowly twists my nipples between his fingers; I wince as I
feel them harden. Satisfied, his hands move over my belly, stopping to
explore the navel and then continue down to my groin.

Immediately, I raise myself onto my toes and thrust out my genitals - in
the mandatory acknowledgement of a slave's submission to his Master or his
Master's agents. Ali takes my scrotum in his hands and he gently squeezes
my balls. Again, I wince but remain motionless as he continues his
onslaught on my defenceless body. Then he begins to slowly work my cock and
I reward him with my hard erection. Gently, he strokes me to full arousal
and I give myself over to the pleasure of the moment. My cock throbs with
delight at Ali's attention to it and in response; I suddenly feel the
pleasurable, precursory squirts of my pre-cum dribbling from my
piss-slit. Perhaps, Daoud or Ali are unaware of my 'hands-off' status or
they choose to ignore it. Either way, I don't care as my body succumbs to
this all too rare stimulation under another's hands.

Suddenly, Ali releases my cock and once more I'm left in the limbo of my
frustration. My cock is almost at the point of no return and is begging for
its reward; yet my longed for ejaculation is denied me and, as a slave, I
have to hide my disappointment.

"He's a magnificent animal, Daoud. He's a lovely piece of slave flesh. I
could do with such a slave in my work gang. I notice by his ass that he has
recently tasted the whip. Tell me about it?'

"He received that from Prince Rashid for gross disobedience. Foolishly, the
slave thought conceal to his hole from view whilst his Master was quite
legitimately inspecting him. The prince was furious and applied the lash to
him. Also, as a consequence, he is to receive ten strokes of the cane
before the prince fucks him later today. I never cease to be amazed at the
stupidity of slaves. They truly are nothing more than dumb animals; fit
only to be beasts of burden."

"Did you say ten strokes of the cane? Then, surely he will suffer for his
disobedience. He'll be walking around with a well reddened rump for a few
days. Still I hear the Prince enjoys fucking an ass that has been well
prepared by the cane. Obviously, he likes his steak to be 'well
tenderised'. But let me see what it is that the slave tried so foolishly to
hide. BEND OVER, SLAVE AND SPREAD!"

Bearing in mind my earlier lesson from my Master, I instantly obey Ali's
command and shuffle my feet further apart, bend at the waist and lower my
head. Then reaching behind, I grasp both my buttocks in my hands and pull
them apart as far as possible. My ass-hole is now fully exposed and, for
the second time today, I feel my sphincter pulsing to the rhythm of my
heart-beats. My earlier reluctance to fully open myself up to my Master's
inspection has gone; now, I am eager to obey. Nevertheless, I still feel
shame and humiliation and tears moisten my eyes.

I stand docilely as Ali appraises my ass with the expertise common to all
slave-masters. He squeezes my buttocks, testing them for their firmness and
explores the valley between them before exciting the sensitive tissue of my
sphincter. He is pleased with my quivering response as he tests my hole for
tightness and soundness. Finally, he moves his finger along the welt left
by my Master's whip. I flinch at his touch and yelp with pain. Then, with
the customary dismissal used by all the overseers, he disdainfully slaps my
ass and orders me to.

"STAND. FACE THE FRONT AND DISPLAY!"

"Thank you Daoud, for allowing me to inspect the slave; it was a delightful
diversion. It's obvious that this slave will please His Highness. How I
envy him. My guess is that the slave will be very sore after tonight; what
with being caned and then fucked. Still that's why he's here, isn't it? To
submit to his Master's will and provide him with pleasure. But, please
excuse me; I can see some of my slaves are slacking off. It's time to
tickle their backs with the whip."

"Well then Ali, I'll leave you to it. I'm glad you enjoyed your inspection
of him. Now however it's time to deliver him to the whip-master. Come
along, slave. It's now time to get you doubled over the whipping trestle."

As we leave the gardens, I hear shouts from Ali as he and his assistants
furiously lash the backs of the slaves under his command. The air is full
of the Ali's abuse, the loud cracking of his whip, the `thwack' of leather
striking naked flesh and the cries of the long suffering , garden slaves.

Following after the major domo, my body trembles for I know my own
suffering is about to begin.



To be continued......