THE BEZISTAN CHRONICLES Chapter 3: Aindrias meets his Master
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Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): Re-edited January, 2012 An archive of my stories can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories
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Chapter 3: Aindrias meets his Master
Nervously, the young slave stands motionless beneath the shady portico at the ceremonial entrance to his Master's desert palace. He is in the 'display' position mandatory for all slaves who await their masters' attention. With his feet apart and his fingers entwined behind his bowed head, he holds his smooth, hairless torso rigidly upright so that it displays his body to its full potential. With shoulders pulled back, chest thrust out, stomach sucked in and with both leg and arm muscles tautly stretched he is ready for his Master's inspection.
In common with all of his Master's slaves he is completely naked except for the stainless steel, slave collar permanently fastened around his neck and the matching, three ring genital band. The largest of these three rings encircles his cock and balls and rests flat against the plain of his stomach. A second, smaller ring isolates his large balls from his cock and presents them as a tightly, bundled package held well down from the body. The third ring, smaller than the other two, encircles his cock and holds it high and proudly thrust out at right angles to his belly in a semi-erect state. These cock rings serve to re-enforce his status as a slave and as owned property.
As this is the first time the slave has been allowed to enter the Master's palace compound he is understandably nervous. His duties as a slave have, until now, been confined to the stables and surrounding fields. This morning, for some unknown reason, the stable-master ordered him to lead the Master's personal pony cart to the front of the palace and to tether the ponies to the hitching- pole at the bottom of the front steps. The slave was then to take up his current position at the front door and await his Master's pleasure. That had been some hours ago.
The slave, at least, is in a more comfortable position than the two African pony-slaves who stand naked and immobile in the full glare of the desert sun. Like him they are naked. Unlike his, their slave collars and genital bands are made of pure gold which gleam against their flawless, black hides. These gold fittings are a symbol of their special status as the Master's personal ponies. Perfectly matched in both height and musculature they wear red harness embossed with gold trimmings. Each is fitted with a bridle and bit and wears blinkers which restrict their vision. Their hands are fastened by matching cuffs to the shafts of the carriage. Additionally, they also wear leather bindings, with tinkling bells attached, around their ankles.
As they stand immobilised in the full sun, flies and other biting insects feed thirstily on their oiled and sweating torsos; clearly their discomfort is obvious. This causes them to musically stamp their feet or to vigorously shake their bodies; all too minimal effect. The cart to which they are harnessed is made of a light, metal frame for speed and is well sprung to allow for their driver's comfort. The cart is upholstered in red, pure, soft Moroccan leather with gold embossing which matches the ponies' harness. And to protect their Master from the weather there is a matching red and gold canopy with drop down sides.
As the slave awaits his Master's arrival he reflects on his present situation.
Now in his nineteenth year, he has been a slave for five years. As time is of no consequence to a slave, he is no longer aware of his exact age. The slave only knows the unrelenting and repetitious nature of slavery where each new day is exactly the same as yesterday and tomorrow promises to be the same as today.
Why he was enslaved is unknown to the slave. He remembers only that once his name had been Andrias and that even this has been taken from him. He, in common with all other of his Master's slaves, is now disparagingly referred to as 'slave' or 'boy'.
He has confused memories of his father, a Greek fisherman, and himself being brought to this vast and isolated estate and initiated into slavery. The slave recalls vividly that both he and his father had been stripped naked and taken before their new Master for inspection. His father had strongly protested at this treatment and had subsequently been severely whipped by order of their new owner.
The vision of his father being fastened to a whipping-post and soundly thrashed with a leather whip is still vivid in the slave's mind. So too are the memories of his father's screams and pleas for mercy which met with no response. After the whipping the slave's father was made to crawl on his hands and knees and kiss his Master's feet as a sign of his new subservience. After this initial whipping the slave's father never again offered any resistance to either the Master or his overseers.
Whipped into submission and fully subdued, the slave's father stood docilely as he and his son were subjected to humiliating examinations. This involved the Master examining their bodies for any flaws or defects and appraising their musculature for strength. A detailed examination of their genitals was next. The slave recalled the tears of shame he shed as his Master fingered his cock and balls. And of the utter humiliation he also felt when ordered to bend at the waist and prise his buttocks apart to allow his new Master a closer inspection.
After this, the Master discussed with another man he called Geoffrey how best to use them. The slave recalled his father being described as a fine, sturdy animal and of himself as having future potential. Both men agreed that they should both be taken to the Master's stables where the father was to be used as either a pony-slave or draught-slave. The boy would serve as a stable-slave until old and strong enough to be harnessed and placed between the shafts.
Suddenly, these thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a loud gong and movement within the palace. Both large, bronze doors, powered by four muscular, white slaves swing open. Once the doors are fully open, the four slaves fall to their knees, cross their left ankles over their right and spread their knees apart to their fullest extent thus exposing their genitals to full view. Their upper bodies are held rigidly upright with their heads bowed in submission and with the palms of their hands facing upwards on their inner thighs.
The Master disparagingly refers to these slaves as his door hinges. Their only role in life is to open and close the massive front doors for his departures or arrivals. At all other times they stand passively, alongside the doors, with their bodies held rigidly erect with their feet apart and with their hands clasped behind their backs.
The young slave has never seen palace slaves this close before and he momentarily notes that, like him, they too are completely naked but wear gold neck collars and genital bindings identical to the two African ponies. The slave also notes that their smooth, hairless bodies glisten with special slave oil used to highlight their muscularity.
Consistent with the slave etiquette training he has received at the hands of his overseers, the young slave immediately drops to the floor in the full prostrate position. This requires that he lie face down on his belly with his chest and face pressed hard against the marble tiles. Then, the slave stretches his arms and legs out to their fullest extent in a St Andrew's X position and fearfully awaits his Master's arrival. This is the first time since his initial examination five years ago that the slave has found himself in his owner's close presence and he trembles with trepidation.
Suddenly, the slave is aware that his Master, accompanied by his major domo, is standing over him and looking down at his prone body. Within the range of his limited vision, the slave sees a pair of exquisite leather boots. Slowly the boots circle around him as the Master appraises the slave lying before him. For what seems an eternity nothing happens. Then the Master, in an imperious tone, gives the order for the slave to assume the 'kneeling display' position identical to the still kneeling door slaves. Quickly the young slave scrambles to his knees and assumes the position as commanded. Once again his owner walks slowly around the slave stopping to appraise his body from all sides.
The slave is unaware that his Master is captivated by his physical beauty and youthful naivety. He wonders why he hasn't previously noticed this magnificent, young slave. Still within his slave herd it is very easy for the Master to overlook a single slave.
Wanting to see more of the slave kneeling at his feet he gives the order for 'full kneeling display'. The slave instantly uncrosses his ankles and leans forward to press his chest to the floor and place the palms of both hands facing down on either side of his head. This effectively elevates the slave's ass to a higher level. At the same time the slave spreads his knees to better display his cock and balls for his Master's pleasure.
Of all the degrading positions slaves are forced to assume before their masters, the young slave hates this one the most. Its intention is to reduce the slave to the level of the animal he has become. The young slave's ingrained sense of modesty silently rebels at this humiliating display of his body for another man's sexual pleasure. Therefore, he hopes by keeping his knees slightly closer together, and by tightly clinching his buttocks, he will be spared the embarrassment of publicly displaying that most private and secret part of his body.
In thinking his the slave is mistaken!
The Master notes the slave's coyness at fully opening his body for his inspection. He becomes angry at this subtle display of disobedience and determines the slave shall be taught a lesson in Master/slave relations. Reaching to his belt he unclips a short whip and raising it high above his head proceeds to bring it down hard on the slave's exposed back.
The slave, of course, is unaware of his Master's actions and is totally unprepared. The slave hears a hissing sound above and behind him and this is quickly followed by a loud 'thwack' as the lash cuts viciously across his naked ass. Instantly the slave becomes aware of a searing pain burning into his consciousness which causes him to scream with animal-like intensity. This gives way to sobbing which wracks his entire body.
Over the years the slave had been caned many times by his overseers. Though painful at the time, these were soon forgotten until the next time punishment was administered. The whip however is different. The intensity of the pain is reminiscent of the time, five years ago, when both he and his father were branded. The memory of the branding iron searing into his flesh is ever present and reminds him daily that he is a now slave for life.
With his body shaking from the intensity of the pain in his ass, the slave is suddenly aware of his master's stern orders to 'spread those knees',' further yet', 'wider', 'yes that's it, 'press your chest into the floor', ' raise your ass higher', 'higher I said', ' now thrust it out', ' hold that position'.
The Master won't tolerate any non-compliance from his slaves. His angry commands tumble out in quick succession and the slave, like his father did five years ago, yields to his Master's authority.
New and shameful sensations sweep over the slave. He becomes aware that the crack between his buttocks is stretched wide and he feels the strain on his sphincter as it opens his orifice to his Master's gaze. This causes his hole to spasm and he feels it rhythmically opening and closing to his rapid heartbeats. He can also feel the heavy weight of his bound balls as they hang suspended between his now widely spaced legs.
Now subdued, the compliant slave is aware that his Master is bending over him. Then, he feels his Master's hands upon his body. They move slowly and firmly across his buttocks and then he feels a finger sliding down his ass-crack and over the perineum to his balls. The slave gasps as these are tightly squeezed and pulled away from his body. Satisfied, his Master then feels under his belly for his cock and begins to softly stroke him to a full erection. The slave responds to his Master's manipulations and he is aware he is oozing pre cum onto the tiles beneath him. Then the finger begins its return journey back up his perineum, into his crack and upwards to his pucker where it stops momentarily before slowly tracing a circle around his hole.
The slave shudders with pleasure as the finger continues its contact with the sensitive tissue around his anus. He yields to his Master and gives himself over to the feelings now engulfing him. He moans with carnal pleasure and this delights his Master. The slave suddenly gives an audible gasp of surprise and discomfort as the finger presses against his opening, looking to enter into his body. Involuntarily, his hole suddenly tightens up as a defence against the probing finger and seeks to prevent any further intrusion. However the Master isn't to be denied entry and pushes even harder against the resistance until his finger is fully inserted.
The slave wriggles with discomfort and this earns him two hard slaps on the ass with the Master's free hand and the command to remain still. Slowly the invading finger explores the slave's insides seeking out his prostate and, once found, the finger begins a gently stroking of the sensitive gland. Now the finger begins a slow, piston-like movement in and out of his hole. The slave feels the involuntary contraction of his ass muscles as they tightly grip the intruding finger. As pain gives way to pleasure, the slave is overwhelmed and begins to whimper softly. This too pleases the Master as he continues to finger-fuck the slave's tight, virgin hole.
All too soon the slave feels his Master slowly withdrawing his finger. The sudden release of pressure causes the slave to fart. This displeases the master who delivers a series of sharp slaps to the slave's upturned ass with the admonishment that 'slaves don't break wind in the presence of their Masters'. The slave cringes in fear of his Master's sense of outrage and anger.
The Master continues his verbal abuse of the slave and then he puts his boot to the slave's ass and propels him partially forward onto his nose. The now terrified slave hears his Master's angry order to.
"Stand and display".
The slave scrambles to his feet and adopts the 'display' position ready for his master's inspection.
The distraught slave is trembling with fear over this upset his unfortunate farting has caused. The majority of the estate's slaves, because of the high fibre content of their special diet and the stress placed on their bodies as they labour, break wind often and loudly. Their overseers accept this as evidence of a slave's status as a beast of burden and, unless they are in a bad mood, usually don't punish the offending slave.
Once again there is a loud outburst from the Master and he hears himself described as a filthy animal. The cause of this latest outburst is the pre cum which leaked from the slave's cock during his Master's ministrations and which now glistens in small pearls on the marble floor.
The Master orders one of the door slaves to crawl forward and to clean these up with his tongue. When this is done to his satisfaction, the Master orders the slave to clean up the young slave's cock from which a long, silver thread of pre cum is slowly working its way downwards towards the floor. The door slave crawls on all fours and commences to move his tongue over the young slave's cock paying particular attention to the piss slit .The slave trembles at the sensations now flooding over him.
The Master calls a halt and orders the 'door hinge' to return to his position by the door. The Master turns to face the slave standing rigid with fear in the face of his anger. Imperiously, he snaps his fingers and the slave goes to the 'full display' position by standing on his toes and thrusting his hips forward thus obscenely presenting his cock and balls for inspection.
The Master notes with satisfaction the slave's now faultless compliance with his commands.
The slave is aware that his Master is appraising his body. He senses the Master standing behind him and then feels his Master's hands lovingly caressing both cheeks of his buttocks. The slave trembles slightly under his owner's touch. He now feels the hands groping between his outstretched legs before a finger moves up the crevice to his hole where, as previously, it stops and slowly excites the sensitive anal tissue. The slave enjoys the resulting spasms as his hole puckers in response to the Master's stimulus.
Next, he feels a finger tracing the outline of the S brand on his left flank before it moves to the angry, red welt left by the whip. He winces audibly and flinches at the touch. Noting his slave's re-action, the Master asks him does he know why he tasted the whip.
Unsure of the correct response, he cautiously replies,
"Yes Master, because your slave offended you".
The Master compliments him on his answer and tells him his ass will be sore for several more days. However, the pain should remind him that total and instant obedience is what a Master demands from his slaves.
The slave's reply is simple but contrite.
"Thank you Master".
Satisfied, the Master condescendingly slaps his ass and tells him to turn around and to lift his head.
The slave turns and lifts his head, as commanded, and finds he is looking directly into his Master's face. Their eyes met, momentarily, before the slave deferentially lowers his gaze to the ground. In the fleeting seconds that their eyes make contact, the slave notes the Master's handsome bearded face. The slave shivers imperceptibly as the eyes, full of arrogance and contempt, bore into him. From the cruel line of his Master's mouth, the slave knows instinctively not to expect any pity or mercy.
Reaching forward the Master places his hands on either side of the slave's head and examines his eyes and teeth before moving down over the slave's shoulders to begin a slow, methodical examination of his body. The hands slide down over the slave's muscular chest, pausing to cruelly twist and tweak the pert, ruby-red nipples surrounded by their large, coin sized areolae before tracing the outline of the prominent brand on the right pectoral. The Master's hands continue their downward sweep to the ribbed abdomen where a finger is pushed rudely into the deep indent of slave's navel. Satisfied, the Master then cups his right hand and wordlessly holds it in front of the slave.
The slave responds by thrusting his hips forward and places his cock and balls into the upturned hand thus acknowledging his Master's ownership of his body. The Master slowly manipulates the two hairless balls, gauging their size and shape, and then turns his attention to the partially erect cock which he strokes to a full erection. Finally, satisfied the Master turns his back on the slave and prepares to leave the palace.
The slave, as his training dictates, runs swiftly down the stairs and falls onto his hands and knees alongside the Master's pony cart. Bracing his arms and legs, he offers his straightened back as a step up into the cart.
The Master, accompanied by his major domo, reaches the bottom of the steps and moves to examine his African ponies before entering the cart. Suddenly the Master is gripped with a cold fury as he sees a drying puddle of urine in front of each pony. Unclipping his whip, he lays into the ponies, furiously lashing their naked bodies. The tethered ponies, re-acting to the savage lashing, futilely try to avoid their Master's whip.
Finally, his anger partially satiated, he uses the young slave to step up into the cart, pausing momentarily to grind his heel into his back. He settles himself comfortably into the driver's seat and clicks his fingers in the direction of the still kneeling slave.
The slave immediately leaps to his feet, untethers the now chastened ponies and offers their reins to his Master. Taking the reins, the Master now vents further anger towards the young slave and orders him to clean up the ponies mess. And when this is done - the Master instructs his major domo - he is to take the slave to the whipping-yard where he is to be given five strokes of the cane across his ass.
The major domo asks the Master of what transgression is the slave guilty.
"None!" The Master snaps. "But because you questioned my judgement increase the number of strokes to ten".
The slave flinches and turns pale at his Master's order.
Trembling with fear he simply replies,
"Master, thank you Master".
However, the Master still isn't finished with the slave. He instructs the slave to beg the whip-master to apply the cane with the full force of his arm and that on his return he will personally inspect the slave to see if this has happened. Should he not be satisfied, he tells the slave, he will double the number of strokes and apply them personally.
Through his tears of fear and apprehension the slave once again thanks his Master.
Then, almost as an after-thought, the Master instructs his major-domo that once the caning has been administered, he is to prepare the slave for hard usage. His body is to be cleaned and oiled on the outside; he is to be douched, his hole lubricated with fragrant oil and opened up with a dildo. Then he is to be placed, in the kneeling position, in the Master' private quarters to await his return later in the afternoon.
The Master now turns his attention to the two ponies and pulls back cruelly on their reins to gain their attention. With a flick of the reins and the command to 'walk on' the two ponies strain into their harness and the cart moves forward. Once on the move, the Master gives the order for 'full gallop' and savagely applies his whip to their shoulders and asses urging them into a full gallop.
He is running late and he needs to be at the airstrip for the arrival of his latest shipment of new, unbroken slaves from his European agents.
Impatient to make up the time he'd lost inspecting the young slave, he whips his ponies that much harder.
Still the young slave was an interesting, delightful diversion and he has no regrets for the delay in his busy schedule. The slave was worth every minute of his time!
To be continued......