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 "THE AFTERMATH" (Or What Follows Next) Chapter 17 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) Read my stories at
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   Chapter 17: 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 ass 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 ass.  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
ass-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 will 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 at the rear- 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 complements the tinted, 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 as 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 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 being 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 ass; well-rounded and
curvaceous like a ripening peach.  And 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 delicious irony in that.  Well at least there is for the
slave, Andy.

   End.

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