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 "THE AFTERMATH" (Or What Follows Next) Chapter 9: "Replacing Toby"

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

   Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris) An archive of my stories can be found
at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories

   "The characters and ideas contained in this story are the writer's and
shouldn't be used without permission.  Please respect the integrity of the
story and don't do any rewrites, alterations or add pictures."

   Chapter 9: "Replacing Toby"

   Part 1
Friday:
Andy Trevorrow is feeling very pleased with himself.  Today, as he

drives into the city he reflects on the happenings of the past few days.

   It all began on Tuesday when, quite by chance he'd seen the latest work
by the city's leading artist, Antonio Varo, the bronze statues of two naked
wrestlers locked in close quarter combat.

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Tuesday:
Andy doesn't know what is that attracts him to the statues - perhaps it
is the sheer eroticism of the sensually entwined bodies as portrayed by
Antonio Varo; or is it the visual appeal of the two, naked wrestlers cast
in the same heroic proportions as an ancient Greek or Roman work of art? 
Andy only knows that, at his first sighting of it, he was sexually aroused

as never before by an art object.

   Andy considers he is a `lover of the arts' and over the years he has
accumulated a moderate collection of minor art works, but these are small
in comparison to the half-life sized statue of the wrestlers.  The
wrestlers' appeal to him was immediate and their effect upon him hypnotic;
he knew that, despite their high price of 17,000 drachmae, he MUST have
them- whatever the cost.  To this end, he'd placed a deposit on the statue
to ensure it didn't go to another buyer.

   In his imagination, he'd even placed the statues in the centre of his
newly landscaped courtyard, adjacent to the patio where he eats breakfast
and lunch.  There, he would be able to gaze upon the wrestlers as he ate
and they would be on prominent display for all visitors to his home to see
and marvel at.  To say he is excited at his impending ownership of the
wrestlers is an understatement.  Of course, once he'd left Antonio Varo's
studio reality took over.

   How was he to pay for the statue?

   Andy is the inheritor of a prosperous agricultural property and owner of
a sizeable herd of slaves.  In common with all farmers, Andy's wealth is
conditional on the returns he receives for his crops and other produce.  To
date, he has been lucky in that the recent seasons have all been good ones
ensuring a good return on his produce; and this season promises to be
equally as rewarding.  He knows he has one person to thank you this - his
personal pleasure slave and trusted farm steward, Toby.

   In recent years, he has abdicated his responsibilities for the running
of the farm and left it all to Toby; preferring instead to devote all his
time to the artistic life of the nearby city.

   Here, he moves in a circle of cultured friends whose interest in Andy
extends only to his generosity and free-spending habits.  Secretly, they
laugh at Andy's country manners and sneer at his supposed artistic
appreciations.  For his part, Andy considers he is very lucky to move in
such exalted company.  He appreciates his good friends and delights in
their company at galleries, theatres, restaurants and parties where his
free-spending generosity knows no bounds.

   His slave, Toby, is aware of his Master's foolhardiness and worries for
Andy's future well-being.  But as a slave -even a trusted, well-beloved
slave -Toby is powerless to do anything about his Master's recklessness. 
Toby, in his position as farm steward, is aware that his Master's
free-spending habits are unsustainable.  He can only look on in dismay and
hope that Andy comes to his senses - and SOON!  In the meantime, Toby works
the farm and its slaves that much harder to ensure that his beloved Master
can maintain his chosen lifestyle.

   Andy's determination to possess the statues at whatever cost has
presented him with a dilemma-how to pay for them?  He is aware that he has
insufficient cash reserves to pay for it outright and even with the promise
of a bumper season it will be sometime until he receives the returns from
the harvest.  Meanwhile, he must find the money within the next few days or
risk losing both the statue and his deposit.

   He could approach one of the city's many moneylenders and briefly he had
considered doing so.  However, he decided against this for the simple
reason that, to maintain his current lifestyle, he had already borrowed
extensively from one of his good friends, a prominent city banker.  He will
of course, repay this loan as soon as he receives the income from this
season's harvest.

   But it would be bad form to approach the banker for an extension of his
already existing loan; besides he doesn't want to give his friends the
impression that he is short of money.  Yet, it's a problem that vexes him
and causes him to lose sleep that night.

   Tonight as he lies in bed with Toby, the problem weighs heavily upon his
mind.  Of course, Toby hasn't any idea of his Master's foolish and
unnecessary borrowing of the money.  Nor does Toby know of the exorbitant
interest rate his Master is paying to service this loan; a fact also not
fully understood or appreciated by Andy.

   And why should Toby know?  After all, Toby is only a slave; albeit a
well loved one.  No, these matters concern only the Master and aren't of
any interest to a slave.  Still, his mind is troubled - how IS he to pay
for the statue?

   Lying alongside Andy, Toby is concerned for his Master.  He knows that
something is troubling Andy, but he doesn't know what.  In the long years
that he has been Andy's personal slave he has grown to know every facet and
nuance of his young Master's personality.

   Instinctively, he knows Andy's moods as well as Andy himself; he is
well-practised in recognising any changes in his Master's moods or
behaviour.  The great affection he bears for Andy ensures that he rejoices
in his Master's happiness and grieves in his sorrows.  In this, he is the
completely loving and devoted slave.

   Yet, tonight he knows that Andy has much on his mind.  He respects
Andy's ownership of him and he knows it isn't his place to enquire as to
what is troubling him.  He also knows should Andy decide it is something he
wishes to share with his slave he will do so; it isn't for him to intrude
into his Master's affairs.  He is however, deeply concerned about his
Master's extravagant lifestyle and his seeming indifference to where the
money comes from to support it; he is also unaware of Andy's indebtedness
to the city banker.

   And Toby isn't aware, as yet, of Andy's burning desire for the statue of
the wrestlers, their exorbitant cost and his decision to buy it.

   He is overcome with the desire to comfort his Master and he snuggles
into Andy.  He loves the feel and warmth of his Master's hard body against
his own strong, muscular frame and reaching down, he feels for Andy's cock.
He is surprised to find it lying lifeless; usually, at this stage, it is
rampantly erect and looking for relief.

   At the touch of his hand, Andy's body stiffens and there is an almost
imperceptible movement way from Toby; Toby is surprised at his Master's
seeming indifference.  This is completely out of character and now there is
no doubt in Toby's mind that something is seriously worrying Andy.  But
what is it that causes his Master to hesitate?  Still, he persists; he is
determined to comfort his Master.

   Removing his hand from the unresponsive cock, Toby now toys with Andy's
prominent nipples - he knows this usually arouses his Master - and
patiently, silently he waits for a response.  Gradually he senses Andy's
awakening interest; there is a relaxing of the Master's body as the slave
manipulates the hard, erect nipples and teases the chest hair.

   Suddenly, Andy reaches out and pulls his slave into a tight embrace
drawing their two bodies even closer together, Andy feels Toby's hard
erection pressing into his groin; the slave, for his part feels the
Master's cock stir back into life.  Andy now moves Toby's head down over
his belly to his cock; the slave willingly, lovingly opens his mouth to
receive it in a warm, moist embrace.  Toby's tongue begins to slowly
massage the ever-hardening cock; the Master begins to moan in delight.

   Toby continues to encourage his Master's rising ardour by gently moving
his lips up and down the now rock solid hardness of Andy's cock.  His own
cock grows even harder as his lips and tongue pay homage to his master.  He
is determined to bring Andy out of his despondency and, as always, he is
eager to have his master's cock enter into him.

   There's nothing Toby likes better than to have his Master fuck him.  And
as Toby looks into Andy's eyes, he sees Andy's rising lust.

   Suddenly, Andy orders his slave.

   "On your back, lift your legs and spread them wide."

   Eagerly, the slave complies and feels the head of Andy's cock poking at
his puckering hole; reaching out, Toby's hands eagerly guide it into his
willing body.  As the slave relaxes, he feels his Master slowly drive into
him.  Andy takes his time; he inserts his cock, inch by slow inch, into his
impatient slave.  Andy pauses before each new thrust; allowing time for the
slave's hole to adjust.  Soon the slave experiences a wonderful sense of
fullness and sighs contentedly.  He really does love the feel of his
Master's long, thick, hard cock stuffing his ass.

   Toby begins to work the internal muscles of his sphincter slowly trying
to draw the invading prick further into his body.  Slowly, deliberately, he
works these muscles to squeeze his Master's cock in a milking action.  Andy
responds by gently thrusting in and out of the hard-working asshole.

   As always Andy loves the tightness and warm silkiness of Toby's body. 
Gradually, his thrusting quickens and soon both Master and slave are lost
in the rapture of their lovemaking.  In the darkness of the room, they are
lost in a world of their common lust; oblivious to all around them.

   Toby reaches up and wraps his arms around Andy's shoulders drawing his
head down; their lips meet, their tongues entwine and their bodies make
contact.  As their bodies touch, they both begin to moan in delight; they
revel in the warm, satin like touch of each other's skins.

   As the slave's cock rubs against his Master's lower belly, it is excited
by the friction and Toby feels tiny spurts of warm pre-cum ejaculating into
the concave of his belly.  In the warm, night air, both are covered by
sheens of their sex sweat which adds to the intoxicating atmosphere of the
room.  The air is heavy with the scent of their lovemaking.  The silence is
only broken by their soft moans of ecstasy, the slurping of the master's
cock and the loud slapping of his balls hitting the body of the slave
beneath him.

   Now, the Master quickens his pace and begins to thrust even faster and
harder into his aroused slave.  And as Andy humps the slave, Toby helps his
master by raising his buttocks to meet the downward thrust of the cock and
partially pulls back as it begins its withdrawal.

   As Andy continues to work his slave's eager hole, his flesh is
stimulated by its contact with Toby's warm, hard body.  His legs tremble
and his knees shake.  His buttocks rapidly clench and unclench and his
asshole is quivering uncontrollably.  And his balls feel like they are
about to explode.  This is the effect that Toby always has on him and he
knows that he is close to climax.

   Toby, for his part, can't believe the sensations sweeping over him.  As
Andy's cock continues to ream him out thoroughly, every single nerve in his
body is sending a message of pleasure to his brain; the cock's constant,
hard pounding of his prostate has him shouting out his happiness.  This is
the happiness that his Master always brings to him.  He too is close to
climax.

   Suddenly, Master and slave roar out their common ecstasy. 
Simultaneously, they both erupt into violent ejaculations; pumping out
their pent-up emotions.  For what seems an eternity they continue to come;
the Master into his slave's body and the slave onto his own belly.

   Now, weak from his exertions, the Master falls forward and lies on the
slave's sweat soaked chest.  Both are breathing hard and they feel the
beating of each other's hearts.  Each loves the warmth and feel of the
other's body and as their nipples touch they experience little jolts of
electricity- like pleasure.  They are oblivious to time and are content to
just quietly lie at rest.

   At last, their breathing has slowed down and their heartbeats have
returned to normal.  The Master withdraws his now diminished cock from the
slave's hole.  The slave humbly asks for his Master's permission to clean
him.

   The Master graciously consents.

   Finally spent, both Master and slave lie in a peaceful embrace in the
warm afterglow of their sex.  Toby rests with his head on his Master's
chest; its warmth and the slow rise and fall of Andy's breathing is making
him drowsy.  Andy slowly moves his hands down over the slave's back to his
rump where he lovingly strokes the firm, hard globes of the ass.  He now
feels the contentment that was denied to him earlier.

   Admittedly, he still hasn't resolved the problem of how to pay for the
statues, but it no longer uppermost in his immediate thoughts.  Although,
he knows the problem still persists, he is enveloped in that wonderful
sense of peace that he always comes from fucking Toby.

   He looks down at his slave and is overwhelmed with affection.  Has any
man ever had so loyal, so trusting and so loving a slave as Toby?  He
doubts it very much.  Bending his head, he lovingly kisses Toby's forehead;
the slave whimpers in his happiness and snuggles his head closer to Andy's
chest.

   As he watches Toby, Andy acknowledges how much the slave is a part of
his life.  Apart from the fact that he is Andy's personal pleasure slave -
and Andy is only too well aware of the sexual gratification Toby has given
him over the years - he knows that the good management of the farm and
lifestyle he enjoys is entirely due to Toby's efforts.

   He reflects on the richness of his life and he has a profound sense of
gratitude to his steward.  He had, at one time, considered giving Toby his
freedom but the fear of losing him has prevented him from ever doing so.

   Now, he is too dependent on Toby to ever consider so drastic a
disruption to his self-absorbed lifestyle.  No, Toby will remain a slave
for the remainder of his life and live to serve him.

   Andy wonders what value do you place on such a devoted slave.  He
concludes Toby's services are invaluable and beyond any monetary
considerations.

   Then with lightning clarity, Andy sees the solution to his problem.  Why
hadn't he seen it earlier?  Had he done so, he could have spared himself
much anxiety.  What a fool he is; the answer was in front of him all the
time.

   SLAVES!  And he is the owner of many slaves.

   He is a slave-owner and slaves of course have a monetary value.  Why,
only at last Monday's muster he'd complimented himself on the condition of
his slave herd; he owned a large number of prime, young slaves who would
sell well at auction.  It is simply a matter of picking out two or three of
his young slaves and sending them off to Dave Matheson's next auction. 
When is that he wonders?  He'll need to move quickly.

   Tomorrow, at their morning briefing, he'll inform Toby of his purchase
of the statue and his decision to sell some of his slaves to finance it;
he'll instruct his steward to choose some choice, young slaves to sell.

   He knows Toby won't like his decision, particularly as harvest is almost
upon them, but it can't be helped.  Anyway, Toby, good slave that he is,
will carry out his orders without argument.

   Suddenly all his concerns dissipate and he's eager to enjoy his slave
once more.

   Fully aroused once more, he wakens the sleeping slave with a hard slap
on the ass.  Ordered onto his hands and knees, Toby once more happily opens
up his ever willing asshole to his master's ever ready cock.



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Friday:
Approaching the city, Andy slaps the reins on his ponies' shoulders and
spurs them on with an encouraging "HUP!  HUP!" Both ponies leap forward

into their harnesses and increase their speed.

   Now, Andy sits back to enjoy the sensual display of the slaves' bodies.
Both ponies are perfectly matched in height and physique and have deeply
tanned hides with golden coloured hair.  He watches the strain placed upon
their broad shoulders and arms and the rippling of their muscles under the
glowing skin of their powerful backs as they pull his rickshaw. 
Fascinated, he marvels at the erotic rise and fall of the firm,
well-rounded globes of their asses as they run in unison and he watches the
flexing of their corded thighs.  As always he is entranced by all this.

   Both slaves are perspiring profusely in the mid-morning heat and Andy
looks on as the beads of sweat coalesce into tiny rivulets that meander
down their straining torsos before being channelled into the valley between
their glistening buttocks; he has a mental image of their sweat dripping
from the ends of their cinched, semi-erect pricks and he is aware that his
own cock is tenting his trousers.

   As he breathes in the pleasant, intoxicating aroma of their sweat, he
lovingly, applies his whip to their beautiful rumps.  Both respond-as they
should- by breaking into a faster trot.  Now Andy settles back and listens
to the hypnotic sounds of their feet pounding on the roadway and the
rattling of the rickshaw's wheels.

   And once more, he reflects on his sudden good fortune.

   Only yesterday afternoon, he had received a progress report from Dave
Matheson on the sale of his four slaves.  One of the younger ones had
already been sold to the owner of an exclusive gentlemen's club for 6,750
drachmae-considerably more than the slave's initial valuation.  Even now he
understands the slave is at the chandler's being kitted out and branded for
his new master; the slave will start his training at the club this very
afternoon.  This is an altogether satisfactory result.

   Dave also told him of the considerable interest shown in his two blond
slaves.  It appears they have attracted the attention of two elderly
sisters, from a prominent family, who are looking for two strong, young
slaves to tend their gardens and to pull their carriage.  Dave is confident
of their sale.  Andy recalls that these two slaves are indeed strong and,
like the ponies in front of him, they are perfectly matched.  He considers
they will make noble steeds for their new mistresses.

   And there had been encouraging news about Toby.  Toby had been subjected
to two inspections yesterday-both of which were extremely promising.  Dave
Matheson mentioned that one buyer in particular was keen to buy him for use
at his stud.

   And he knows that at this very moment, his former steward is undergoing
a third inspection.

   Dave is enthusiastic about Toby's showings and suggests that there will
be considerable interest shown in him at tomorrow's auction.  Dave
anticipates there'll be strong bidding for him.  Andy is heartened by all
this and his anxieties and worries of recent days give way to feelings of
relief.

   But then, Toby intrudes himself into his otherwise happy thoughts.  He
frowns in annoyance; he really has no need to feel any guilt about selling
Toby.  After all Toby is a slave and is subject to the same treatment as
any other of his slaves.  If he chooses to sell Toby then, so be it; he
doesn't need to feel bad it, does he?  Nevertheless, his nagging guilt
remains.

   Of course, Andy could withdraw Toby from the auction, but he isn't
guaranteed of realising the 17,000 drachmae from the sale of the other
three slaves.  No, at this late stage there isn't any going back; Toby's
sale must continue.  Now Andy begins to rationalise his actions.

   Andy had made a conscious decision some time back not to give Toby his
freedom.  He'd planned on keeping Toby enslaved for the rest of his life,
so where is the problem?  After all, slaves have absolutely no control over
their lives; their destinies are decided for them by their owners.  Anyway,
did it really matter to a slave who owned him or which master he served? 
Of course not!

   One master is as good as another, isn't he?  Anyway, once sold, Toby
will quickly adjust to his new life with a different master.  And really,
he doesn't have to explain his actions to any one; least of all a slave.

   He recalls that his friends, when visiting his home had frequently
chided him over Toby's over-familiarity and lack of deference to him.  They
pointed out that they wouldn't tolerate Toby's behaviour in their slaves
and strongly advised Andy to assert his authority over his `uppity' slave.
Andy had always ignored their advice, believing them to be wrong and unfair
to Toby.

   Now, desperate to assuage his nagging conscience and to find any
justification for his betrayal of his slave, he convinces himself that his
friends are right.  He tells himself that Toby's behaviour, in recent
times, has become too familiar and that the slave has forgotten his proper
place in the scheme of things.  This is a situation that no master can
accept; such behaviour in a slave is intolerable.  And Andy blames himself
for this.

   After all, he has always treated Toby with the utmost affection and
leniency and has allowed him to assume liberties that a wiser master would
never have allowed.  No Toby, has become `too big for his loincloth' and
needs to be reminded of what he is - a slave and owned property.

   Andy reasons it's most likely too late for him to re-impose his
authority over his `wayward' slave.  No, it's in his interest, and in the
slave's best interest, to have a new owner bring Toby back into line. 
Therefore he needn't feel any remorse or regret at selling Toby; it is for
the slave's own good.  He tells himself that Toby is a `good slave' at
heart and will soon settle down to serve his new master with loyalty and
devotion.  And in the final analysis, this will make Toby a much better
slave-obedient and humble as a slave should be.

   Now, there isn't any doubt in his mind that his decision to sell Toby is
the correct one.

   Or is it?

   Somewhere buried away at the back of his mind, the nagging question
still persists.

   Andy's mind now turns to other more pleasant matters.  He is on his way
to Dave Matheson's slave-pens to choose a replacement slave for Toby.  The
prospect of this cheers him up enormously.

   When speaking to Dave Matheson yesterday, he'd been assured that the
sale of his four slaves would return considerably more that the cost of the
statue.  He'd asked Dave, if in his opinion, there would be enough money
left over to buy one of the newly enslaved prisoners from the northern
border dispute.

   Dave had hastened to tell him that, as these new slaves are "wild and
unbroken" stock, they will sell cheaply at auction.  And because of this
border dispute, he has a glut of such slaves waiting to be sold.  Andy
should be able to buy one of these slaves quite cheaply.  Why not come in
and look them over?  Of the fifty scheduled for Saturday's auction there
were quite a few worthwhile slaves that Andy could consider buying.

   Consequently, Dave had kindly invited him to visit his slave-pens to
privately inspect any slave or slaves that took his fancy.  Andy thanked
Dave for his invitation and accepted.  Now he is on his way to the city to
do so.

   Once more he applies his whip to the ponies' shoulders and urges them
on; he is eager to see what slaves Dave Matheson has in stock and if one is
a suitable replacement for his former steward, Toby.  Already he is
thinking of Toby as his former steward.

   Only yesterday, he'd promoted his most senior overseer to the position
of farm steward.  The overseer was delighted at his promotion and promised
to serve Andy diligently and faithfully.  Andy, for his part, is encouraged
by the overseer's response; this proves that Toby isn't indispensable after
all.  He places great store on his new steward's enthusiasm.

   Andy is greatly heartened by his recent good fortune.  Now assured of
buying his statue, he is also in the fortunate position of having enough
left over to buy a new slave.  He congratulates himself on his good
business acumen in selling his four slaves.  And who knows he could still
have money left over to spend on a "grand soirée" to introduce his new
statue to his artistic friends.  His feverish imagination is now in full
flight.

   He'd recently heard of an exotic form of wrestling called, he thinks,
mud wrestling.  In this form of wrestling, the naked, oiled combatants
wrestle one another in a pit of dry earth mixed with oil.

   Andy visualises the erotic spectacle of a pair strong, muscular slaves
straining to beat one another in the slippery environment of the pit.  He
is sure that some of his field slaves could be matched with one another in
`winner takes all' bouts where the winner gets to fuck the looser.  He
chuckles as he thinks how his slaves will provide his guests with double
the entertainment - wrestling and fucking.

   When he returns to the farm he'll consult with his new overseer about
this; he'll need to choose suitable slaves as wrestlers and to have his
slaves construct a wrestling pit.  He considers it most appropriate to have
`live wrestlers' stage an exhibition at the unveiling of his new statue. 
He compliments himself on his brilliant idea.

   Of course, he'll have to provide other entertainment for his guests.  He
will need waiters and other personnel to help out on the evening and he
knows his friends will be looking to him to provide them with `pleasurable
relief.  It won't be possible for him to use his own slaves for this as
they are, in the main, only field slaves; his friends are too cultured and
too refined to be served by such rough, uncouth brutes.

   He will need to hire experienced staff for the night and he wonders
where he will find them.  Perhaps the owner of the gentlemen's club who has
just bought his slave hires staff for such events.  Anyway, it's a
possibility worth exploring; he'll seek the advice of Dave Matheson on
this. Who knows, Dave might give him the name of the club and its
proprietor.

   Now his thoughts return to the altogether pleasurable task of
considering the purchase of his new slave.  What type of slave is he
looking for?

   He supposes this depends largely on what stock Dave Matheson has in his
pens.  The other morning, as he took his own slaves in for valuation, he'd
caught a brief glimpse of that day's offering waiting in their cages prior
to being placed on the display platform.  He hadn't paid too much attention
to them and from memory they appeared to be an indifferent lot; some
average, some a little better than average and with, no doubt, one or two
above average specimens.  It is this latter type of slave he'll be looking
at this morning.

   Already he has decided he wants a young slave-no older than twenty-one
or twenty-two- possessing a strong, muscular body with prominent nipples, a
firm well-rounded arse, large genitals and handsome features.  The slave
will also need to have a nice hair covering on his chest with a matching
line of hair trailing down over his belly to his cock and balls.

   Andy really does prefer a slave with body hair; this was always one of
Toby's most appealing features.  He really doesn't like smooth bodied
slaves; he disapproves of the boyish look preferred by some of his arty
friends.  At this stage, he isn't too concerned with the slave's hair
colouring; he remains ambivalent on that.  Andy anticipates that his new
slave, because of his wild status will require a lot of training to bring
him into line with Andy's requirements.  He looks forward to this `breaking
in' of his new slave.

   This new slave will play a slightly different role to that played by
Toby.  Unlike Toby the new slave won't be his farm steward - he has already
appointed an overseer to this task.  The new slave will, of course, have
the very important duty of providing Andy with the `pleasure' that he has
always enjoyed with Toby.  His other duties will include acting as Andy's
body slave-valet.

   All his friends have personal body slaves and they have, from time to
time, commented on his lack of such a slave.  In the past he'd never felt
the need of a body slave; Toby seemed to meet all his requirements.  Now
however, it seemed appropriate that he should acquire one; if only to put
him on an equal footing with his sophisticated friends.

   The new slave will be trained to wait on him at table, to serve him
drinks, to maintain his chambers and wardrobe and help him in the shower or
pool.

   And Andy's city friends assure him that there isn't anything as relaxing
or as sensual as having a slave massage oil into a tired, aching body
immediately before bathing.  This will certainly be included in the new
slave's duties and Andy eagerly looks forward to this innovation in his
daily routine.  Andy has an erotic vision of him standing naked in the
shower after his massage as this new slave soaps him up and cleans him. 
The tenting in his trousers becomes more evident.

   Andy is grateful to his friends for introducing him to this more
sophisticated and refined lifestyle.

   Now at the outskirts of the city, Andy pulls back on the reins, slowing
his ponies to a walk and guides them through the busy streets to Dave
Matheson's dealership.



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   Part 2:

   "Good morning, Mr Matheson." Andy greets Dave Matheson.

   "Please call me, Dave.  All my friends and acquaintances do.  Do you
mind if I call you by your first name?  Which do you prefer- Andrew or
Andy?"

   "Please do, Dave.  And my friends call me Andy.  Thank you for your
invitation to look over your stock"

   "Think nothing of it, Andy.  The pleasure's all mind.  Tell me what type
of slave are you looking for?"

   "Young - about twenty, good looking and with a strong, muscular body. 
And well endowed.  Do you have any slaves that meet my requirements?

   "I certainly do, Andy.  Presently, we have some prime, fresh, young
males in the pens - all newly enslaved.  I'm sure you'll find one to your
liking.  Oh!  By the way - before I forget.  We had another excellent
inspection of your former steward this morning.  The client was most
impressed and is keen to buy him.  That's three clients who will be bidding
for him tomorrow.  Your prospects of getting a good price for the slave at
auction are much improved."

   "That's great news, Dave.  Thank you.  It's good to know that he
impressed them.  How do you see his future?"

   "Stud duties, Andy." Dave laughs.  "These three buyers all see him as a
breeder.  I should think your slave will lead a very active life under his
new owner."

   Fleetingly, Andy feels horror at the life that now awaits Toby.  His
nagging sense of guilt resurfaces to trouble him.

   "Andy, in view of this interest, I'm prepared to revise my original
estimate of 8,500.  I believe you'll get in excess of 10,000 for the slave.
How does that sound?"

   "That's excellent, Dave." Andy replies all doubts and
self-recriminations now gone.  "Tell me, where is my slave now.  If
possible, I'd prefer that he doesn't see me; it could prove distressing for
him if we come face to face."

   "That's very wise of you Andy.  And I've anticipated your visit.  I've
had your three slaves placed in isolation for the duration of your visit.
As you rightly suggest your presence could unsettle them.  We need to keep
them calm for tomorrow's auction.  It's better not to have any tantrums. 
But let's visit the pens and see if we can find you a slave that meets your
needs"

   Andy has never visited the slave holding pens before; very few people
do. Normally, Dave only allows special clients into this very private part
of his establishment.  As they cross the enclosed courtyard, Andy's sense
of smell is assailed by the appalling stench of the incarcerated slaves. 
The smell catches at the back of his throat and he wrinkles his nose in
disgust.  Dave notices his obvious discomfort and apologises.

   "I'm sorry about the smell, Andy.  But it can't be helped.  As a farmer
you'd appreciate that all livestock has its own distinctive odour.  It's
the same with slaves.  There's not much we can do about it, however.  We
try to minimise it by regularly flushing out the drains but that has only
limited results.  I suppose for those of us who work with slaves, we become
somewhat desensitised to their smell." Dave offers as he opens the door
into the pens and stands aside for Andy to enter.

   As he enters, Andy is nauseated by the stench of unwashed bodies, stale
sweat, urine, excrement and raw fear.  A number of the terrified slaves,
knowing that some of them are to be sold tomorrow, have retreated into a
state of oblivion.  They huddle into the far corners of their pens seeking
to put as much distance between them and the horrors that await them at
tomorrow's sale.  Others stand defiantly and glare their sullen resentment
at Andy and Dave through the bars of their cages.  Dave is greeted by two
semi-naked overseers who ask if he wants the slaves roused to their feet.
Dave declines; he prefers to let Andy take his time.

   Andy slowly wanders down the central passageway peering into the cages
on both sides.  He is surprised by the sleek, young flesh locked in the
pens.

   The slaves for the most part, are young and have superb physiques.  All
are tall, long legged and have slim waists.  The muscles in their shoulders
and arms ripple erotically and their steel hard biceps flex with every
movement.  As they breathe, their strong, muscular chests rise and fall and
their flat, hard abdominals undulate with each breath.

   Andy is delighted by the way that their muscular thighs support their
cheekily protruding buttocks.  He is gratified to see that all, without
exception are well endowed and that their cocks, resting atop their
prominent balls, are in various stages of arousal; some are fully erect,
others partially so and others are "resting'" in their flaccid state.  Andy
supposes their arousal is dependent on the emotional state of their minds.
He guesses correctly, that their fear and uncertainty can limit their
responses.

   "Well Andy, do you see any that appeal to you?"

   "I certainly do, Dave.  The trouble is where do I to begin to choose. 
I'm surprised at their quality.  I didn't expect to see so many fit,
strong, young slaves."

   "You're in luck Andy.  This is our latest shipment from the north to
replace the ones we sold earlier in the week.  I understand that they are
all ex-military and have only recently been captured; that would account
for their fitness.  The only down side to this is their wildness.  They'll
need to be severely handled by their new owners to tame them.  As you can
see we've put heavy shackles on them to keep them in check."

   As Andy walks down the passage he stops in surprise before a cage
holding a single slave.  Andy can hardly believe what he sees.  The lonely
slave is of course naked as are all his fellows.  However, that is where
the similarity ends.

   Whilst the other slaves are young and fit, this ageing slave is really a
grotesque caricature.  Aged about forty-five or so, the slave is of average
height, balding and very much out of condition.  His round puffy face is
heavily jowled, his eyes are red from weeping and his nose is running.

   Round shouldered and with a sunken chest, his flabby pectorals hang
loose atop his round, protruding belly which conceals his small,
insignificant genitals buried deep within an unkempt bush of thick,
greying, pubic hair.  His thin, slightly bowed legs support his wrinkled,
sagging buttocks.  His mottled skin is pasty white and his arms, legs,
chest and belly are covered in long, coarse, `pepper and salt' hair.

   He is newly branded and now bears the angry, blistering S for slave on
his left flank; mandatory for all slaves.  When he sees Dave he begins to
plead and his chest heaves from his sobbing.  Dave ignores the wretched
slave and laughingly says.

   "Let me introduce you to Lot 1 at tomorrow's auction.  We've given him
star billing.  He has the honour being the opening lot at the sale.  Does,
he interest you Dave?  Or isn't he quite what you're looking for?"

   "I don't understand; what's he doing here?  He is so out of place."

   "I know, Andy.  He was only sentenced to life enslavement in court
yesterday.  You see, I currently have the contact to sell all court
enslaved criminals.  Under the terms of the contract I have to sell him at
the first available sale- which is tomorrow."

   "But why?  What has he done?" Andy asks.

   "He was a prominent city business man from all accounts.  I think his
crime was embezzlement or bankruptcy or perhaps both.  I don't really
recollect.  Anyway it'll be recorded in his enslavement papers; the
auctioneer is obliged to read it out to the buyers tomorrow when he's
sold."

   "Poor devil!" Andy says sympathetically as he looks at the terrified,
sobbing slave.

   "Don't waste your sympathy on him, Andy.  He's guilty and is paying the
penalty for his recklessness.  Still we'll have fun with him tomorrow."

   "What do you mean?  How will you have fun with him?"

   "He'll provide the comic relief.  Can you picture him chained on the
display platform among all the other fit, young slaves before the auction?
He'll be the subject of much public scorn and ridicule and he'll be
tormented mercilessly."

   "That all seems unnecessarily cruel, doesn't Dave?"

   "That's the least of his trouble.  Wait until the auctioneer has him
standing on the block.  Then he'll really be humiliated.  The auctioneers
always enjoy selling a slave like him; it gives them an opportunity to
demonstrate the comic side of their natures."

   "How do they do that?"

   "Well," Dave laughs "picture the pathetic sight he'll make as he stands
on the block in front of the buyers.  The auctioneer will play up the angle
of him being a prime piece of slave flesh worthy of the most discerning
owner.  He'll poke fun at his impressive physique, his strong body and of
course his well-endowed cock and balls.  He'll make the slave stand at
display and flex his muscles; and he'll have him `turn, bend and spread'.
That usually brings the house down.  The buyers always enjoy a laugh at the
expense of these court enslaved criminals.  That's why we've given him
number one spot.  The auctioneer knows how to work his audience, how to
loosen them up and put them into a jovial mood.  It relaxes the buyers and
we find they are keener to bid on the real slaves on offer.  Look, Andy
it's all done in fun; nobody is hurt.  And the buyers really enjoy it."

   "Everyone except for the slave; I don't think he'll find it very funny.
I still don't know, Dave.  I feel sorry for the slave."

   "Andy, you're right, the slave doesn't enjoy it; but he isn't meant to.
It's all part of his punishment.  As you can imagine the slave is shamed by
his very public humiliation.  It does however, impress upon him that he is
now a slave and a very lowly one at that.  It helps him to accept his new
status."

   "What'll happen to him?  Who'll buy him?"

   "He'll sell very cheaply.  He'll sell for the proverbial song really. 
Perhaps he'll fetch 700 to 800 drachmae.  If he's lucky he could end up as
a live-in cleaner-janitor in a rest-room.  But my guess is he'll probably
end up chained to a work- bench or assembly line in a factory.  Anyway,
looking at him he won't last long; about two to four years at the most."

   Andy is appalled at the wretched slave's grim predicament.  This is an
aspect of slavery he has never seen before or even thought about.  He
shudders at the slave's grim future as he moves on to the next pen.  Now he
stands transfixed as he peers through the bars at the cage's inmates.

   As Andy looks into the pen, its traumatised occupants move as one to the
back wall and crowd together like a mob of frightened sheep seeking mutual
protection from a predator-except for two.

   These two slaves stand defiantly, in a fighting stance, and stare with
hate-filled eyes at Andy and Dave.  Andy breath is taken away at the sight
of these two magnificent, young slaves.  Both are tall, blond, blue eyed
and have well defined muscular bodies.  They stand proudly in their
enforced nakedness and return Andy's stare with insolence.  Andy knows
these two will be hard to `break' and will give their new masters much
trouble before they are tamed into submission.  Andy is excited at the
thought of this.

   One slave stands slightly in front of the other and has the bearing of a
leader; the other slave stands just behind him in an attitude of support.
It is obvious that these two, unlike their fellows huddled at the back of
the pen, haven't as yet yielded to their captors.  Both stand defiant and
each proudly wears the stripes of this defiance on their shoulders and
asses; obviously they have tasted the whips and canes of the overseers.

   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

   Grigor

   Grigor stands his ground and stares back at the two men peering into his
prison.  He recognises one as the man who is in charge of this appalling
place; the younger one he guesses to be a visitor.  What is the purpose of
his visit he wonders?  Turning slightly, he sees that his corporal, Axel
stands ready to support him should the need arise.

   Grigor, as sergeant of his unit, feels a responsibility for the men
huddled behind him.  He is still coming to grips with their ambush and
capture by the enemy forces, their delivery into the hands of the slavers
and their subsequent brandings.

   He considers that he and his men are prisoners-of-war and has on several
occasions demanded that they be treated as such.  Each time he was rewarded
with a beating.  His faithful corporal, Axel, coming to his aid, shared his
punishment.  Both men are bloodied but remain unbowed.

   Both Grigor and Axel remain defiant and promise each other that they
will NEVER yield.  They will NEVER submit to slavery and they will NEVER
bow down to a master.



   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

   Turning to Dave Andy asks.

   "Dave, I'd like to inspect these two slaves.  Is that possible?"

   "I don't think that would be wise, Andy." Dave replies worriedly. 
"These two are the wildest in the pens.  As you can see they are heavily
shackled.  Let's choose some other tamer slaves for you to look at?"

   "No Dave!  These are the two that interest me.  I want to finger them."

   "Very well then Andy.  I don't agree with your choice.  But it's your
decision.  I only hope it's the right one.  I'll have them taken to an
inspection room and made ready for you.  However, that could take a little
while as we'll need extra overseers to subdue them.  ARE YOU SURE, ANDY?"

   "I'm quite sure, Dave.  One of these two will be my new slave.  The
problem for me is - which one will it be?"



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