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 "THE AFTERMATH" (Or What Follows Next) Chapter 2: "Waking up to Playtime"

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

   Written By Jean-Christophe (Chris): June, 2009 "The characters and ideas
contained in this story are the writer's and shouldn't be used without
permission"

   Chapter 2: "Waking Up to Playtime"

   The first light of a new dawn filters through into the holding-pen as
Toby stirs out of a short, fitful sleep.  Dejected, he huddles alone, in a
corner of the pen whilst the three, younger slaves sleep restlessly
together in another corner.

   Throughout the night, the three, young slaves have carefully avoided any
contact with Toby; they're still showing the deference due to him as their
master's steward.  Even with their gags and wrists fastened behind their
backs, they, at least, have had the warmth and comfort of one another's'
bodies to soothe and calm them during night.  However, for Toby there has
been only a sense of utter isolation.

   Toby has had a mainly sleepless night in which his anguished mind had
tried to make sense out of what is happening to him.  Why is he here?  Why
is his beloved master selling him?  What has he done to displease his
master?  And what is to become of him?

   As a slave he knows he isn't entitled to have these questions answered;
a master is under no obligation to explain their actions to their slaves. A
master's decision is final and it is incumbent on his slaves to accept any
decision he makes for them.

   Still Toby's troubled mind keeps asking, repeatedly, `WHY MASTER?  WHY?'

   During the lonely hours of the night, Toby thinks back over the long
years of him faithfully serving his master, Andy.  He recalls the night
before last, lying in his master's arms, as Andy took pleasure in using his
body.  Happily he had suckled his master's cock to a full and rampant
erection before opening his body to it.

   After nearly twenty years, he has only vague memories of his life before
he was enslaved.  He does, however, have vivid memories of the day when he,
his father and two older brothers were dragged from their home and
delivered into the hands of a slave-dealer; for what reason, he doesn't
know.  He recalls his father's protests as they were stripped naked and
examined by the indifferent slaver.  He watched as the bodies of his father
and eldest brother, aged seventeen, were shaved smooth and then strapped
down over a bench for branding.

   To this day, in his imagination, he still smells the burning flesh and
hears the sizzling sound as the mandatory letter `S' - for slave - was
seared into their left flanks.  Most of all, he still hears their agonised
screams and futile pleas for mercy.  He fully expected that his other
brother and he would suffer the same fate.

   However, it didn't happen and it was some time before he discovered that
the slave laws prohibit the branding of juvenile slaves; they can only be
branded when they reach maturity.  In the interim, young, immature slaves
wear an engraved neck collar denoting their current status as juvenile,
unbranded slaves.  Toby was branded with his `S' sometime in his fifteenth
year.  He is no longer aware of his birth date.

   After the brandings, Toby was separated from his father and brothers and
placed in a pen with several other boys; like him all were naked and
collared.  He never saw his father and brothers again.  He was never to
know that his father was sold as a heavy-duty, work slave or that his two
brothers were sold to different owners as pleasure slaves.

   Several days later, frightened and bewildered, he was taken out of the
holding pen and sold to a middle-aged man who bought him as a birthday
present for his ten year old son.  The first weeks of his slavery were hard
for the new, young slave.  His young master delighted in tormenting him
about his nakedness and lowly status.

   Additionally, his master exercised a stern discipline and administered a
caning to his young slave on the flimsiest of pretences.  Toby wore a
painful pattern of angry, red welts on his back, buttocks and thighs.  Each
night, chained to his pallet in the slave quarters and sleeping on his
belly, Toby cried himself to sleep.  Each morning he awoke with a sense of
dread for the day ahead.

   One day, as he was being caned by his young master, his cries attracted
the attention of the old master who intervened on his behalf.  He ordered
the two boys, master and slave, to stand before him as he sternly
instructed his son on the responsible management of slaves and how a
slave's value could be ruined by an overuse of discipline.  In turn he
instructed the young slave of what was expected of him as a slave and of
his responsibilities to his master.

   In the months that followed the young Andy, under his father's tutelage,
became more confident and assertive in the role of master; Toby, for his
part, soon settled into his role of an obedient and loyal slave.

   These thoughts are interrupted by the nearby sounds of murmuring, early
morning moans and farting.  He rightly recognises these as the stirrings of
the newly, enslaved prisoners in the nearby pens.

   Toby looks at the three, young slaves still fitfully asleep in an
opposite corner of the pen.  One is softly whimpering in his sleep. 
Another farts loudly and, in reflexive actions, his two companions move
away from him.

   Toby reflects that the three sleeping slaves are part of the last
shipment bought by the old master shortly before his death.  On arrival at
the farm, all the slaves in this shipment had been skinned in accordance
with the old master's wish that his slaves be circumcised.  (Toby had been
circumcised shortly after birth and consequently was spared this after his
own enslavement).  Then their pre-branding collars were fastened around
their necks and they were allowed to rest for the next few days.

   Once recovered, they were taken out into the fields and put to work. 
Each morning they were woken before dawn and laboured until after sunset;
at sowing and harvesting times these hours were extended.  This was their
daily routine for 365 days a year and, as slaves, they weren't accorded any
rest days or rewarded with time off to celebrate the numerous festivals and
holidays observed by their master.

   The years of unremitting, hard labour hardened their bodies and
developed their impressive musculatures.  Working without clothes, their
skins darkened into a lustrous, chestnut brown and the hair of the two
blonds had deepened to the colour of dark, golden honey.  And, of course,
on reaching maturity they were branded and fitted with their permanent
slave collars.

   As Toby looks at them, he is stirred out of his own misery and is
overwhelmed with feelings of sympathy for them.  This is a new sensation
for Toby, who until now has never concerned himself with the feelings of
his master's slaves.  Previously, if he thought of the slaves at all, it
was in the context that they were slaves whose role it is to serve his
beloved master.  Now, looking at them sleeping together, they look so young
and vulnerable; sadly, he wonders what is to become of them.

   Toby watches as they slowly wake and look around the pen.  At first
bewildered - it is few seconds before they recognise their surroundings -
and then the memories of yesterday's events painfully return.  Their eyes
widen in fear and they huddle together in their corner.

   Overcome with compassion, Toby moves in their direction.

   Instinctively, they move away and draw their knees up to their chests as
if to erect a physical barrier between themselves and their master's
steward.  Ignoring this, Toby gently pushes their knees down with his body
and, unable to speak or to use his hands, he places his forehead on their
shoulders or chests in a gesture of comfort and solidarity.  He looks into
their eyes and smiles through his gag.  Gradually, the surprise in their
eyes gives way to shy smiles.  All three slaves respond to Toby's
comforting gesture.

   Now, with the barriers down, the four slaves relax and Toby, smiling
broadly, uses his head to point to their raging erections vainly stabbing
at the air in front of them.  Cheekily, the black-haired slave reciprocates
by inclining his head towards Toby's own hard, pulsating cock.  All four
slaves chuckle through their gags as they gaze down at their throbbing
cocks.

   Briefly, they share this moment of pleasure.

   Their pleasure is soon shattered by the arrival of the two guards. 
Noisily, they crack their whips, and shout at the occupants of the pens to.

   "WAKE UP!" GET UP ON YOUR FEET, NOW!"

   Instantly, the sleepy slaves scramble to their feet and silently move to
the front of their pens.  There, they stand with their arms poking out
through the bars into the passageway.  Unsure of what is happening; Toby
and his fellow slaves do likewise.  He watches as two older slaves move
along the pens thrusting two slave biscuits into the pleading, outstretched
hands of each slave.  Hungrily, these are soon eaten and then the slaves
are then given water.  This is the first of their two meals for the day. 
Now fed and watered, the slaves settle down to the boredom and inactivity
of the slave-pens to await their evening meal.

   With their bellies rumbling, Toby and his fellows hold out their hands,
expectantly hoping for food and water.  Their requests are ignored and one
of the guards tells them.

   "There's no food for you yet.  You'll have to wait for the steward. 
Then you'll be fed and watered as part of your preparations.  So just
settle down and wait."

   Toby notes the guard's comment about preparations.  What is involved?

   He is, of course, unaware of what is planned for him and the
black-haired slave; of how Dave Matheson has arranged for them to be placed
on display and subjected to inspection by prospective buyers.  Before then,
however, much work is to be done on him and his three slave companions.

   In an effort to relieve their boredom; the three, younger slaves begin
to jostle one another.  Gently, at first, they use their shoulders in an
attempt to knock each other sideways.  Soon their energy levels build and
they begin to push even harder.

   Toby reflects that, possibly, it is because of this youthful exuberance
they now find themselves in this situation.  Was this the sort of behaviour
that had annoyed their overseer and had led him to punish them?  And in
punishing them, hadn't he drawn them to his master's attention which
resulted in them being sent to the slave-market?  Toby now regrets that
their natural spontaneity should be rewarded in such a manner.  It seems so
unfair.

   Now the gentle pushing has turned to vigorous shoving.  With their hands
fastened behind their backs, the three slaves use their chests and
shoulders to wrestle one another.  Using their legs, they try to throw
their opponents off balance.  Toby watches the play of their muscles as
their powerful bodies move around the pen.  As they spread their legs wide
to maintain their balance, Toby sees their balls, still bound by the
leather strapping he had tied on them yesterday morning, swinging freely.

   The muscles of their powerful legs and thighs stretch and flex and Toby
watches the clenching and unclenching of the firm globes of their muscular
buttocks.  Tantalisingly, Toby catches an occasional glimpse of a bright
pink pucker winking at him.  Toby's tumescence springs to life.

   Suddenly, one of the blond slaves breaks free from the group and lunges
himself at Toby in an effort to involve him.  Toby's years as his master's
steward have given him a natural reserve and, at first, he is reluctant to
respond.  However, the blond slave persists and soon Toby is pushing his
body up against that of the other slave.  Their bodies touch and Toby feels
the soft tickle of the slave's chest hair against his skin.  He pushes his
own chest into that of his opponent and, as their bellies touch, their hard
cocks cross swords and begin a vigorous dance.  Toby's delight at the
feeling of the strong, hard body pressing into his is plainly evident.

   Now, the other two join them and Toby finds himself at the centre of the
three young slaves as, good-naturedly, they try to jostle him to the floor.
Inevitably, all four slaves find themselves in a scrum of bodies on the
floor, each striving for supremacy over his fellows.  Soon they are a
heaving, struggling tangle of flexing legs and thrusting arses; all
striving to be top dog.

   For a few moments Toby's fear and despair give way to the pleasure and
comfort that this unexpected body contact with his three, fellow slaves
affords him.

   Was it only yesterday that the slave-dealer, Dave Matheson had told
their master, "Strangely enough, most slaves are resilient."?

   They are interrupted by the crack of a whip and the command.

   "ON YOUR FEET!  NOW!"

   Hurriedly, they disentangle their bodies and spring to their feet.

   Waiting on the other side of the bars are the steward and his two
assistant slaves.



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