Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2012 06:12:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: Pornos Chapter 2 (Gay Male /Authoritarian)

PORNOS
Chapter 2
"The Selection Criteria"

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

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): July, 2012
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Chapter 2: 'The Selection Criteria'

At the overseer's command, all eight of us assume the full, standing at
display position. Despite my nervousness and my accelerated breathing, I
quickly straighten my body, tighten my muscles and shuffle my feet until
they are the required eighteen inches apart. I entwine my fingers at the
back of my head and push back on my elbows. As I do so, I feel the
tightening of my pectoral and abdominal muscles and my biceps scrunch
themselves into hard, rounded balls of solid muscle.

We are all familiar with this position; it is demanded of us whenever our
Master inspects his properties.  I recall even as a small child, I was made
to assume this position as my owner checked my progress into productive
servitude.

Submissively, I lower my eyes to the ground and wait. I am now ready for
inspection by my Master's client.

I know I must show no signs of emotion and even nervousness isn't
allowed. The man, who has come to inspect us demands no less than that we
stand perfectly still as he appraises our bodies, It's true that a Master
controls his slave's outward actions but even he has no control over the
turmoil of his inner emotions. Most owners don't credit their slaves with
the wit to feel shame or humiliation. To them a slave is simply an
unthinking, unfeeling animal the same as any other domesticated
beast-of-burden. Indeed a slave is ranked lower that the majestic horses
our Masters ride or the faithful dogs that trot dutifully at their sides.

And raised from birth as a slave, I have no illusions as to what I really
am!

I am only vaguely aware of why we are being inspected. However, I know we
are the first cull of the selling season. Each spring, our Master
systematically inspects his slaves and selects the most personable of his
eighteen year old males for this man's inspection.  Usually there are
around eight such slaves presented, but that number can vary. It can
increase or decrease to reflect the slave crop of the year of our
birth. The year when I was born was obviously light on numbers but high on
quality as I and my fellow slaves all qualify as 'the primest stock'.
These aren't my words; rather they are the words of the man who has come to
inspect us as he talks with my Master.

I'm not absolutely sure of what is to happen to those of us who are
selected by his man. Obviously, I'll be aware that we have been sold but
for what purpose won't be clear. Rumours abound in the slave stables and
the older slaves whisper darkly in the corners as though to protect us from
some unpalatable truth.

And as I wait for my turn to be inspected I wonder, if I am chosen, where
my new home will be. Will I simply change Masters but continue with the
soul-destroying drudgery that is the unhappy lot of a common field-slave? I
know of no other existence for this is what I have been raised to do and
there is great comfort in the familiarity of my present life.

Nervously, I wait for my turn, as slowly my Master and his client work
their way down the line towards me. With my eyes downcast, I'm vaguely
conscious when a slave is inspected and, if selected, he is then taken from
line and made to stand apart from us. Already two slaves have been chosen
and I recall overhearing the man tell my Master that he is in the market
for four slaves. That leaves two more for him to choose.

The slave next to me is inspected and passed over. It is now my turn and I
begin to tremble from an odd mixture of fear and uncertain anticipation of
a new life away from the only world I have ever known.

I keep my eyes to the ground but my ears tuned to listen to the two men's'
conversation.

Who is this man who is about to inspect me and why does he want to buy me?
Of course, I don't know the answers to these questions but if I did I would
be most worried.

Inevitably, I will learn that his name is Lucius Jefferson and that he is
the owner of a hotel-casino complex that has at its core an upmarket
'Gentlemen's Club'. The club goes by the grandiose name of the 'Andronicus
Club' and caters for an exclusive male clientele from the business
community and the upper end of town.

And I would be more perturbed if I knew the reason why he wishes to buy
me. Should Lucius buy me, I will become a 'pornoi' or male prostitute in
his fancy brothel where affluent free men will pay exorbitant fees to use
my body for their sexual pleasure.

Suddenly, the man speaks to me.

"LIFT YOUR HEAD BOY! Look at me!"

I obey his command and lift my eyes from the ground and look straight into
the bright, grey-green eyes of this man who could soon be my new
Master. Standing before me is a tall, slim man of approximately thirty-five
years. The man has handsome, deeply tanned features with a head of
dirty-blond, tousled hair and a well-developed, muscular body that is
expensively but casually covered in a pair of well-tailored slacks and blue
cotton shirt. The top three buttons of the shirt are unbuttoned and I
notice the thick thatch of blond hair covering the man's muscular
chest. The man's voice is pleasantly modulated and he speaks with an
educated, refined accent. And from his bearing, it's plain to see that he
has an easy self-assurance and is most probably highly successful in his
business ventures.

Indeed, I am to learn that he's been so successful that many of his
associates - no doubt out of envy - have given him the sobriquet,
'Lucky'. Involuntarily, I catch my breath at the physical beauty of this
man who is considering buying me and my heart beats just a little faster.

I can't help but compare him - most favourably - with my current Master
Clement who, aged in his fifties, is short and vastly overweight.  Other
things I notice about my Master are the nervous sweat beading on his
balding dome and brow, his pitiless expression, the compressed, cruel lips
chomping on a cigar stub and the greedy look in his eyes.  Like my fellow
slaves I am well used to my Master's avaricious nature and inherent
cruelty; he has demonstrated both countless times in his treatment of all
of us regardless of our sex or age.

My Master speaks.

"Well Lucius, what do you think?"

"I'm impressed, Clement! Yes indeed, I'm most impressed. This boy is the
pick of them - at least visually. But, I'll know better after I inventory
him. But he's looking good so far. He has a great physique and he scores a
perfect ten for it. Also he's handsome - again that's a good feature- and
this is something most of my customers look for in a pleasure slave; most
of them don't want to fuck an ugly slave. And those incredibly blue eyes
will work in his favour when he is on his knees sucking cock. And speaking
of cock -that's another great feature he possesses- long and thick just the
way my patrons like them. I like the dinky way his cock twitches and the
way his balls hang unevenly between his thighs. They give him a cute
quality that will appeal to my patrons - should I buy him.  But of course,
if I do, he'll lose the foreskin; that'll have to go!"

"To my mind, he's the pick of them. I always thought he was the best of his
year's drop."

"From what I've seen so far that must have been a good year. You obviously
had a good slave harvest that year."

"Indeed I did and for a number of years after that too. I had the services
of one of the best breeding bucks I've ever owned. He was a veritable
stallion and he sired many fine slaves - predominantly colts I might add."

"If this boy is a sample of his progeny, I'd have to agree with you. So,
what eventually happened to the sire? Do you still own him?"

"I sold him on! I have a policy of only using a stud for about five
breeding seasons. I usually start using a buck when he turns nineteen and
then sell him when he's aged twenty-four or twenty-five.  That way I still
get a good price for him."

"Clement, do you know what happens to them once you sell them?"

"No I never bother to keep tabs on them. Once they leave here, I don't care
what happens to 'em.  But in the case of this boy's sire, I sold him to
Theodore Russell of Redgrove Plantation. I believe he was used for breeding
for a number of years. After that I don't know what happened to him. Most
likely sold on as a field-hand, I should think."

"Well I have to say these eight boys are a credit to you.  But it does make
my job harder. I'm having trouble in choosing which boys best suit my
needs. What'll happen to the ones I don't buy?"

"If I decide not to keep them, then they'll be sold at the spring auction
of my surplus stock.  But in this boy's case, I'll probably keep him if you
don't buy him. I've shortlisted him as a potential breeder once he turns
nineteen."

"Then in that case I best make a start on my inspection of him before you
have a change of heart and withdraw him from sale. As always Clement, I'll
start my inspection at his ass. As you know, I always like to start with
their asses. It quickly tells me whether or not to continue with a full
inspection. If the slave has a cute ass then a full examination is
warranted. If not, then I move onto the next slave. "

"The slave's at your disposal, Lucius. Take all the time you need. He isn't
going anywhere."

I flinch slightly as I feel the man place his hands firmly on my shoulders
and then move them slowly down over my back to my ass. I begin to wriggle
uncomfortably as I feel his fingers deeply kneading the firm flesh of my
buttocks.

This earns me a series of noisy slaps to my ass and a sharp rebuke from
Lucky Lucius to.

"Stand still, damn you! Stop fidgeting!"

My face reddens with shame as he discusses my body's "finer" points with my
Master.

"I have to say, the slave has a cute ass; my patrons will certainly
appreciate this feature. For many of them it's the determining factor in
choosing which slave to fuck. I like the firmness and muscle tone of his
buttocks; they're neither too large nor too fleshy. In fact, they're just
right. When I'm choosing a slave to serve as a pornoi at the Andronicus
Club I always look to see that he has a nicely rounded, boyish rump - after
all it's on permanent display at the club and subject to much handling by
the patrons - they really do like to grope a shapely, young ass. This
slave's is very curvaceous and I expect my patrons will show a lot of
interest in it. It could prove to be a real money spinner for me - a
veritable goldmine."

The man continues with his examination of me and he uses his index finger
trace along the crisp outline of the S brand on the left left flank.

"I see he takes a brand nicely. That's good. If I buy him, he will of
course, wear my house brand on his right pectoral muscle. All my pleasure
slaves do. My clients love to see a slave's brands as they fuck him. BEND
AND SPREAD!"

I hasten into position and bend at the waist so that the crevice between my
buttocks is spread wide and open for his inspection. I feel a finger poised
at the opening to my body slowly teasing the sensitive tissue. I quiver at
his touch which sends little sparks of pleasure surging through my body.

I am unused to such stimulation. My Master has always forbidden sex between
his slaves on the premise that it robs us of our energy and distracts our
attention from our labours. And to reinforce this rule all male slaves are
infibulated as they approach puberty. I was taken to the blacksmith's forge
and fitted with my infibulation rings through my foreskin well before the
onset of my own sexual maturity.

Infibulation of the male slave is inherently cruel, both physically and
emotionally; not only does it rob the slave of his humanity but it also
negates his basic, sexual needs. Even partial arousal is most painful and
penile erection is almost impossible which leaves its hapless victims
sexually frustrated.

Originally, my Master's method was to pierce a slave's prepuce and when the
wounds were healed to insert a metal ring through the piercings and to
solder it shut. Later my Master refined his technique to use two rings and
that was the method used on me. My foreskin was pierced on either side of
my glans and two rings inserted one on either side before being linked
together over the head of my cock. And where the two rings joined a lead
seal was affixed; a broken seal would show my Master if I'd indulged in any
illicit sexual activity. Needless to say my Master has his overseers
inspect these seals on all his male slaves each morning before the start of
their work and any slave whose seal is broken pays a high price.

"He has a dainty little rosebud; good colouring and nicely
puckered". Lucius comments delightedly as he continues with his playful
tickling. "The slave responds well to a bit of finger play. I like that and
so will my patrons. However, I need to ascertain that he is still a
virgin."

The two overseers had prepared us for just such an inspection. After they
placed us in line to await our Master's and his client's arrival, they gave
the order for us to.

"Bend and spread!"

As one, all eight of us bent at the waist and reaching behind, we parted
our buttocks as wide as we could spread them and waited. They moved slowly
down the line smearing a glob of lubricant onto our anuses before
enthusiastically working it through our sphincters and into our rectums.

I gasp audibly at the rude insertion of Lucky Lucius's finger into my ass.

"That's good; his asshole is sound and tight! I needed to establish
that. He'll be no good to me or my clients if he's slack-assed." Lucius
adds as his finger searches for my prostate gland. "And he has a very good
response too. That's excellent. Now, however, I need to test him for
tightness and grip.  These are the two things that my patrons always insist
upon; they want the slaves under them to have tight holes and a good grip.
My slaves have to be proficient at working a client's cock for maximum
pleasure; after all they are `pleasure' slaves aren't they?"

Lucius's ribald laughter is lost on my dour Master. Unperturbed, he
continues with his digital exploration of my wriggling body and adds.

"Clement, I have to say this boy is exceedingly tight. "

"Well Lucius, like all my slaves, he is tight-assed." My Master reply is
sour. "I don't allow them to go poking their cocks into one another. Drains
them of their energy and affects their work output.  That's why they're
infibulated. It keeps their minds off their cocks and focused on their
labours."

"Well, I'm glad you do that Clement. It ensures the slaves I buy from you
are fresh, unbroken stock.  The customers love that and will pay a premium
to be the one to take first bite of a slave's cherry."

I am appalled as I listen to the conversation for I now know what fate
awaits me if I am sold.

"Do you charge your clients extra for the slave's first time, Lucius?"

"Always, Clement! But let me state the money from that doesn't go to me. I
'auction off' a new slave's virginity to the highest bidder. And the money
goes to one of the many charities I support.  For example, the four boys I
buy from you today will be part of a special auction night. All the clients
will have a chance to bid for them and they'll be knocked down to the
highest bidders."

"From what you're saying, it could be a fun night, Simon."

"It is Clement. Everyone one enjoys the occasion. Well, I should qualify
that as I'm not sure if the new slaves do. But it's a good way for them to
be initiated into their new roles as pornos."

"Do you have trouble getting your clients to bid?"

"No, not at all, Clement. I ensure their glasses are always filled with
wine and there's plenty of food.  This relaxes them and puts them into a
good mood so that they loosen their purse-strings and bid for whatever
slave takes their fancy. Remember these are charity nights. As a
businessman, I feel I have a social responsibility to give something back
to the community."

"Well then - good luck! But tell me does this boy meet your standards? Does
he qualify?"

"I have one more test for him, Clement."

Throughout the conversation, Lucius's finger had continued to excite
me. Buried deep within me, the initial discomfort I'd felt is now replaced
by one of pleasure. This is a new pleasure that I am unused to and while
one part of me is revolted by this misuse of my body; another begs for more
- much more. And despite the severe limitations my infibulation imposes
upon me, I feel an unaccustomed stirring in my loins. This is most unusual
but not entirely unwelcome!

"Right boy, grip my finger" Lucius Jefferson commands me.  "Come on,
squeeze your ass muscles together....... yes that's it .......now grip my
finger and squeeze hard...... harder yet ........harder......now relax
.... Good boy!"

I find myself responding to his encouragement and I do best to obey his
command. Slowly, my body settles into a pattern of alternatively gripping
and releasing Simon's intruding finger in time with my own laboured
breathing.

Then suddenly, the finger is withdrawn and I'm slapped on my buttocks and
ordered to.

"STAND, FACE THE FRONT AND DISPLAY!"

"How does he measure up, Lucius? Did he pass?"

"Indeed he did, Clement. He worked by finger beautifully. Of course it
won't be fingers he'll be working in future; they'll be replaced by
cocks. But the slave has great potential l- I see a bright future for him
at the Andronicus Club. Of course, he'll need to be trained in the finer
aspects of his duties but I haven't any doubt that he'll prove to be very
popular attraction with my patrons.  Now, LIFT YOUR HEAD, BOY!"

My inspection is almost at an end. All that remains is for a close quarter
inspection of my eyes, ears, nose and mouth. As my tongue and teeth are
examined, I'm repulsed by the realization that these fingers had, just
moments before, examined other less savoury parts of my body. The grossness
of this overwhelms me but I am powerless to protest and I must stand
placidly throughout my ordeal.

Then, Lucky Lucius turns his attention to my nipples. In a pinching action,
he stretches them out from my chest and cruelly manipulates them. He tells
my Master that.

"They'll take ringing nicely!"

I'm unsure of what he means by 'ringing' but his words have an ominous tone
to them and I am left to worry about its meaning.

Fortuitously, my ordeal is over - at least for now! Lucius has chosen me
and as he and my Master shake hands on the deal, an overseer leads me to
where the two other slaves who'd already been selected stand waiting. Now
it is my turn to stand with them and wait patiently as my new Master
chooses a fourth slave to join us.

When the fourth slave has been selected, my former Master immediately
orders those slaves not chosen by Lucius Jefferson back into the fields to
work. There is no time for our goodbyes. I watch as the four are driven
away under the whips and I am suddenly overwhelmed by a twin sense of loss
and dread.

The realization that I am now permanently separated from my slave brothers
- some of whom are indeed my biological half-brothers as we were sired by
the same father - brings tears to my eyes.  Suddenly, feelings of
desolation and loneliness engulf me. These are new sensations; despite the
grimness of my life as a slave I'd always enjoyed the close companionship
of my slave brethren as we worked side by side in our Master's fields.

And the uncertainty of my future fills me with dread. I have overheard
enough to know what awaits me and my three fellow slaves at the Andronicus
Club.

As my new Master accompanies my former one back to the house to finalize
his purchase of us, the overseers prepare us for our journey to our new
home. We are placed one behind the other and chained by the neck into a
coffle while with our wrists are tightly bound behind our backs.

Then they lead us to the courtyard where our new Master's trap and ponies
wait for his return.  There, we are attached by a long chain to the rear of
the conveyance and left to stand.

I suppose it's true to say all four of us wish that we were the four,
unchosen slaves driven out to work in our former Master's fields. The six
thousand acres of his farm had been the only world we'd ever known and we'd
never wandered beyond its boundaries. In my current state of unease, I
wonder what lies beyond the farm-gates. What unknown terrors and cruel
disappointments lie in store for us as we enter into this strange, new
world?

Today, the comforting familiarity of the first eighteen years of my life
has been brutally torn from me as my Master sells me. Yet, I am only
fulfilling my destiny. I'd been bred for this moment and my very existence
enriches my Masters!

For the four of us, there is now the uncertainty of new, lascivious
existences to be lived as pornos within the debauched halls of the
Andronicus Club.


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

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