Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 01:02:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Christian Debus <servus4u@ymail.com>
Subject: "The Aftermath" Chapter 6 Part 1 Gay Male/Authoritarian

THE AFTERMATH
(Or What Follow Next)

Chapter 6, (Part 1)


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

Written by Jean-Christophe, (Chris)
"To see all my stories go to groups.yahoo.com/group/SlaveNow"

Chapter 6: Pre-sale Inspections-Toby (Part 1)


The only sounds to be heard are Toby's nervous breathing and the occasional
rattling of the chain attached to his left ankle, whenever he moves. He
stands on a raised platform in the middle of a squalid room surrounded by
the reminders of innumerable, wretched inspections of which his is to be
the latest.

Toby is left to stand in the at rest position with his wrists fastened
behind his back. This is considered a necessary precaution by the steward
to prevent any unauthorised self-pleasuring as Toby nervously awaits his
first examination. He is aware that the steward has left one of his
assistants in the room to monitor his movements.

Furtively, he gazes around at the general shabbiness of the room; its
walls, once pristine white are now a drab, grey colour. The formerly white
ceiling is a mottled, smoky nicotine tan, evidence of the countless cigars
chewed on and smoked by an eager clientele as they inspected and haggled
over the displayed livestock. The air in the room still hangs heavy with
their pungent odour. The platform beneath his feet and the surrounding
floor are mysteriously blotched and stained.

In front of him is a table on which lies an assortment of containers and
bowls -Toby can't even begin to guess at their functions. To one side of
the platform there is a raised, waist-high bench complete with a stock for
the head and hands and restraints for the ankles. On this bench there is
also an assortment of various sized dildos. The sight of these causes Toby
to shudder.

On the other side there is a waist-high trestle with wrist manacles and
shackles for the ankles. Toby recognises this as being similar to the
flogging trestle his master uses at the farm. The sight of all these fill
him with apprehension.  He is left to wonder at their various uses; he has
ample time to consider what part they will play in his examination and
evaluation.

Suddenly, Dave Matheson and his steward enter the room and Toby drops to
his knees in the full obeisance position. He is aware of the slave-dealer
slowly walking around the platform looking down on his body. He feels hands
running over his shoulders, arms and back before gliding over his
rump. Then he feels a finger moving up and down the cleft between his
buttocks and hears Dave Matheson's exclamation of approval.

"Good! His ass is smooth. There aren't any stray hairs in his crack."

Now the order is given to "Stand and display."

With an alacrity born of many years obedience, Toby quickly jumps to his
feet and complies with the slaver's command. He is rewarded with a pat on
the rump and told he is a...

"Good boy."

"One thing I've noted about Andy Trevorrow's slaves," Dave comments to his
steward, "is their willingness to smartly obey an order. Obviously they're
well trained. Even Harriet Middleton picked up on this during her
inspection of the other two slaves. She was most impressed. There's nothing
more pleasing to a master than having a slave obey an order quickly and
cheerfully. It's very gratifying to possess an obedient slave."

Now Dave stands in front of Toby who, with his hands still pinioned behind
his back, respectfully bows his head and lowers his eyes to the floor.

"He's looking good." The dealer compliments his steward. "Removing his body
hair certainly makes a difference to him. His musculature is more clearly
defined and one can see every muscle outlined under his skin. You've done a
good job with this one."

"Thank you, Master. He was easy to work on as he wasn't too hairy to start
with. But as you say, the slave looks good. I hope your client finds him
so?"

"I'm sure he will. He's quite a connoisseur when it comes to judging prime
slave flesh. Of course, he's experienced in breeding slaves; this dates
back to his father's time. He's a well-known breeder and he is highly
regarded by discerning buyers. His stock always commands top prices at
auction. I'm sure when he looks this slave over he'll be bidding for him at
Saturday's auction."

Toby listens quietly and respectfully as he is discussed and only flinches
slightly as Dave Matheson runs his hands over his front testing the
smoothness his body. He shuffles his feet as the dealer grabs hold of his
cock and begins to slowly tease it to erection.

"STEADY! Steady". The dealer admonishes him. "I need to make sure
everything is in `good working order' for the client."

Nodding with approval as the cock stiffens in his hand, he asks the
steward.

"You do have the results of his sperm test handy? The client will want to
see them for sure. I trust all went well in the test?"

"Yes indeed, Master. The slave's results are excellent. I've prepared four
copies - one for each client and of course, one copy for you. You did say
the slave is to have three inspections. Am I correct, master?"

"Thank you. That's correct. I've scheduled three evaluations; two for today
and one for tomorrow."

"Master, can I ask about the inspection of the other two slaves?"

"Yes you can. Their inspections went very well indeed; thanks to your
preparations. One client was very impressed and even though the second one
was a bit hesitant, I would think they'll be the winning bidders on
Saturday. I think those two slaves are in for interesting lives with their
new mistresses. Apart from dragging heavy mowers all around their grounds
and trotting around town harnessed to a rickshaw," Dave chuckles, "I
suspect they'll be required for special night-time duties as well."

"I'm pleased, Master. But what about the fourth slave in the other display
room?  He also displays well. Do you want to look at him before his
inspection?"

"Yes of course. His inspection is scheduled for early afternoon. If all
goes as I expect, then by late afternoon, his new owner will be preparing
him to service his clients at the casino. Once there, I'm sure he'll prove
to be a very popular addition to the casino's stable of pleasure
slaves. But let's go and check him out."

"Very well, Master. Do I have your permission to instruct my assistant to
give this slave water and to help him urinate? It's still an hour away from
his first inspection."

"Yes indeed, I don't want him pissing in front of the client. He also has
my permission to stand at rest until we return." Dave answers as he walks
out the door and heads towards the other display room.

Toby now stands in the at rest position and is grateful to Dave Matheson
for allowing him this concession. At least, standing at rest he is relaxed
and his muscles are free from the strain that the display position places
upon them.  He is also grateful for the water he was given to drink and to
the slave assistant who held his cock and helped him as he pissed into a
bucket. For the next hour he is left to contemplate his fate.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Toby feels very much alone. His sense of abandonment by his master, Andy
Trevorrow is compounded by feelings of loss and separation from his three,
fellow slaves; of course, he's unaware that he won't see the black-haired
slave again. Was it really only yesterday that his master had delivered him
into this foul place? His sense of separation from his beloved master is
unbearable. He still hopes, vainly, that Andy will come to take him home
and that this is all a terrible mistake. He is sure that, by now, Andy will
have realised that his love for his loyal and trusted slave is more
important than money. Surely, his master will be here soon to rectify his
mistake.

Suddenly, he hears the sounds of laughter and animated conversation in the
passage outside the door. He is sure one of the voices he hears is that of
his master. His heart leaps in anticipation. As the door opens, he drops to
his knees and, as he assumes the full obeisance position, he steals a
glance at the men entering the room His joy is short-lived. His heart sinks
as he sees Dave Matheson and two strangers followed by the steward
enter. Now his mind is enveloped by feelings of black despair and a sense
of hopelessness. Finally, he knows that the longed for deliverance isn't
going to happen. Saddened, his eyes fill with tears.

"Is this the buck you think I might be interested in?" A loud booming voice
asks. "If so, I like what I'm seeing so far."

Toby is aware of the three men now standing behind him. He feels hands
grabbing at his buttocks and squeezing hard as though testing them for
firmness. He blushes as he feels a finger travelling from the base of his
spine down through his crevice to his anus. The finger stops and begins to
excite the sensitive tissue of his opening as other fingers stretch his
buttocks apart. The finger continues to explore his hole. Then he is
ordered to......

"Spread your knees, boy."

As he does so, he feels his balls resting in the cupped hand of the man
inspecting him. These are jiggled up and down as though they are being
weighed and he yelps with discomfort as his cinched scrotum is grabbed and
pulled down and out through his parted thighs. He wriggles as each ball is
assessed- first the left one is rolled between fingers and thumb before
being gently squeezed; then it is the turn of the right one to undergo a
similar examination. Toby is breathing heavily and he is aware that his
obscenely, displayed sphincter is puckering with each breath. His shame
deepens as he listens to the three men discussing him.

"Well looking at him from this angle, I've got to say I'm impressed. His
rear end is as near to perfect as an ass can be. This is the first part of
a slave I look at. I always start with a preliminary inspection of the anus
to make sure it's sound. If it isn't, then there's no point in continuing
the examination. Of course, we'll give him a closer inspection a little
later."

The man making these observations is Theodore Russell, (known as Theo to
friends and business acquaintances), owner of the six thousand hectares of
prime agricultural land known as Redgrove Plantation. He is the fourth
generation of Russell's to own Redgrove, and aged in his mid-fifties, he
has a corpulent body indicative of the good life; his florid complexion is
testimony to his liking of strong liquor. He is also the one with the
booming voice.

With him is Silas Hacker, his farm-manager and stud-master. In contrast to
his employer, Silas is tall and beanpole thin. Aged in his early forties,
he has a hang-dog demeanour with narrow eyes and thin lips. His face
reflects the inherent cruelty of the man's nature. Quick to anger, all the
Redgrove slaves know of this cruelty and all, without exception, have
experienced its physical manifestations. He is, however, a very capable
farm-manger and ensures that the Russell family continues to enjoy all the
benefits of its considerable wealth.  For this he is well-rewarded and, as
long as the money keeps coming in, he has a free hand to manage the
plantation and its slaves as he sees fit.

"What can you tell me about the slave, Dave?" Theodore asks.

"It's an interesting story, Theo. He was his owner's farm manager until
yesterday and I understand a very good one too. I suspect his master is
short of cash and has reluctantly decided to sell him. I only appraised him
yesterday and saw his potential as a stud. So I made a call to you and
several other breeders thinking you might be interested in bidding for him
at Saturday's sale."

"I'm glad you did and now with your permission, I'd like to see more of
him."  With a nod of approval from Dave Matheson, Theodore Russell raps out
the command to.....

"STAND AND DISPLAY!"

Toby's compliance with the order is instantaneous but this doesn't please
Silas Hacker who speaks for the first time.

"Wait just a moment, Mr Russell. I'm sure the slave can do better than
that." Leaning into Toby's face he shouts "YOU CAN, CAN"T YOU, BOY?"

Intimidated and confused, Toby stammers...

"Y- Y- Y-Yesss...... sir."

For his answer Toby is rewarded with a cuff to the ear.

"That's the wrong answer, slave. Don't you know that you address any free
man who is examining you as MASTER?"

"As you can see, Dave," Theodore laughs, "Silas doesn't take any nonsense
from a slave. He makes sure all my slaves are well-behaved, respectful and
hardworking."

"How do you do that, Silas?" Dave asks.

"With the whip, Mr Matheson," Silas replies dispassionately, "with the whip
and the cane. Nothing exercises a slave's mind more than the fear of a good
whipping or a caning. Looking at this slave, I'd say he's been spoiled by
his master.  Personally, I can't abide a spoiled slave. It takes a lot of
effort and training to re-educate him and to refocus his mind back to being
a `good' slave."

"You could be right about him being spoiled, Silas." Dave replies. "I
understand that besides being his master's farm manager he was also his pet
slave."

Silas looks at Toby in a new light as he surreptitiously moistens his
lips. This action isn't lost on Dave Matheson and he guesses, correctly,
that the stud-master doesn't only whip the male slaves under his management
but that he also takes his pleasure with them.

"Is this so boy?" Silas asks. "Did your Master fuck you?"

Tremulously, Toby simply replies, "Yes Master."

"Did your Master ever mate you with his female slaves?"

"No, Master. My Master doesn't own any female slave."

"Does it make a difference," Dave asks anxiously, "that he lacks experience
with females?"

"No, not at all!" Theodore rejoins the conversation. "If I buy him he won't
have a say in the matter. He'll do as he's told and if he's mated with a
female slave he'd better perform or he'll be punished."

"As you recall Mr Russell, we've had slaves in the past who have been a bit
shy at carrying out their stud duties." Silas interjects. "But we've always
helped them overcome their reluctance. It's simply a matter of standing
behind them, as they couple, with either a whip or a cane and encouraging
them. A couple of cuts across the bare ass and they'll soon start humping
and thrusting.  They quickly learn that they haven't the choice whether or
not to fuck. This slave isn't any different. "

"As you can see, Dave," Theodore laughs, "Silas is very practical in these
matters. He knows how to get the best out of a slave."

"STAND UP STRAIGHT AND DISPLAY PROPERLY!" Toby hastens to obey Silas'
shouted instruction. He stands with his body rigidly erect so that his body
is stretched to its fullest. "There you are, Mr Russell, the slave is now
ready for your inspection"

Theodore Russell looks at the magnificent, glabrous body of the slave
standing before him. With his wrists fastened behind him and with his hands
resting against the globes of his buttocks, every muscle in Toby's body is
under strain and stretched taut. Theodore's eyes roam over the slave's
powerful torso taking in the strength of the shoulders and the arms. As he
looks at Toby's heaving chest; he notes the outline of the strong chest
muscles as they curve up into his armpits. Fascinated, he watches as the
slave's well-defined, abdominal muscles undulate with his every breath -
and he marvels at the size of the prodigious genitalia. He determines this
is a slave any owner would be proud to possess.

Stepping forward Theo places both hands on the slave's shoulders. Toby
stands passively as Theo's hands wander down both arms, pausing to squeeze
the biceps, before continuing on to explore his chest and belly; he winces
as his nipples are tweaked and a finger is pushed into his navel. He tries
to detach his mind from the humiliation of, once more, having his balls
hefted and weighed and his cock pulled and stretched. Inevitably, he is
soon erect. Then he is told to turn around and the hands cup both buttocks
in a squeezing action as if to gauge their firmness.

"Would you continue the inspection please, Silas?" Theo suddenly asks and
turning to Dave he adds. "Silas is so much better at these things than I
am. To be perfectly honest, I don't like fingering a slave all that much. I
really don't like handling a slave's dick. I know it has to be done as part
of an inspection and to see if the slave is virile, but I'd rather not do
it myself. I only examine a slave if it's absolutely necessary for me to do
so. Silas, of course, is used to checking out the slaves on the plantation
and what he doesn't know about a slave's body isn't worth knowing. He has a
diploma in slave husbandry and knows what to look for in a slave so much
better than I do.  Anyway, I'm always guided by him in these matters."
Then, lowering his voice, he confides to Dave. "Between you and me, I think
Silas quite likes running his hands over a male slave's naked body and
`fiddling' with his cock."

"So Silas has a qualification in slave management, you say? That's unusual
for someone of his age, isn't it?"

"I suppose you're right, Dave. But to his credit, Silas was one of the
first to earn the qualification after its introduction into our state's
curriculum. Now, of course, it's more commonplace. In fact, my oldest boy,
Ben is studying a combined slave veterinary science and slave husbandry
course at State University."

"I've always wondered - what can a university lecturer teach you about
slaves on these courses? To my mind, they are too theoretical - you can't
beat good old-fashioned know-how and practical hands-on experience. Does
your son say much about his course?"

"Well, I know he's most enthusiastic about it. In fact, it's hard to shut
him up at times. As to what he learns on his course? I believe it's all to
do with the physiology and psychology of the slave. The veterinary course
deals with controlling a slave's mind as well as the diagnoses and
treatments of all slave illnesses and diseases and how to treat any
injuries a slave might incur in his work. The husbandry course concerns
itself with the physical control and handling of slaves as well as the more
mundane areas such as diet, housing, work quotas and punishment. Ben tells
me it's a very comprehensive course. He's a typical nineteen years old lad
full of enthusiasm and when he is at home he puts into practice all he's
learned by experimenting with our slaves. Mind you, I don't think the
slaves share his enthusiasm."

"This whole idea of slave science has come a long way since the
introduction of the indentured servant scheme - what is it now -
sixty-three years ago? It was before my time, but I often heard my parents
speak of the bad old days before the government introduced the Indentured
Servants Act. There wasn't any doubt in their minds that its introduction
saved civilisation."

"I do have vague, childhood recollections of those times, Dave. Your
parents were right. Our grandparents' generation was the one that suffered
most for the greed and irresponsibility of previous generations. They were
left without sufficient reserves of energy or fuel for life to continue as
it had in the past. In the years between the abolition of slavery in the
1800's and the great economic crash, those generations guzzled the energy
reserves without any thought for the future. When you consider that, even
when precious fuel reserves were critically low, they continued to use it
to power their machines and run their transports, you can only view their
actions as selfish and thoughtless.  And of course, there were the terrible
environmental costs for which we are still paying."

"I couldn't agree with you more, Theo. The substitution of slave energy for
fossil fuels - what a quaint expression - benefits everyone. It saves the
environment, adequately rewards the smart slave-owner and even the slaves
benefit. They are fed, sheltered and their lives are given purpose. Their
owners for the most part, value their investment in a slave as property,
and ensure that he is adequately cared for. And when you consider that the
first indentured servants came from the criminal and unemployed classes,
you can really appreciate how much society has benefited from the removal
of these undesirables. Crime has all but been eliminated and the slums of
the past have been cleared and re-developed as housing for decent,
law-abiding folk. Given the many benefits derived from the Indentured
Servants Act it was inevitable that full slavery would be introduced. Even
though I was a child when this happened, I remember the popular support
given to the government when it amended the Indentured Servants Act to the
Slavery Act."


"There's no doubt about it, Dave- replacing the Indentured Servants scheme
with the Slavery Act was popular with everyone, other than the
abolitionists.  I remember my father used to complain about the uncertainty
of using indentured servants; he always felt that system was
unreliable. You didn't have any continuity of labour as the courts were
obliged to punish different crimes with differing periods of indenture."

"I've heard about that, Theo. You do hear a lot of old-timers complaining
about that aspect of using indentured servants and how difficult to was to
control them."

"Dave, the laws governing the use of indentured servants made the scheme
very unwieldy and costly. They were expensive to feed, house and clothe as
required by law - and of course you were limited to working them for only
ten hours a day, five days a week. And you weren't allowed to use any forms
of coercion or corrective punishment. They knew this and were always
banging on about their rights under the law. At least with mandatory,
lifetime enslavement, we slave-owners now have a stable labour force. It's
now the sole right of an owner to decide how he works and treats his
slaves. Nowadays, slaves don't have rights; only obligations to their
owners."

"I suppose the introduction of the Indentured Servants Act was a necessary
first step before the re-introduction of full slavery. Having indentured
servants working in the community did allow people to recognise the
benefits of using such a labour force. And of course, once that was
accepted, it was easier to sell the idea of full blown slavery to a society
desperate for a cheap source of energy. Fortunately, slavery is now almost
universally accepted except for a few misguided fools who see it as
evil. Still, since last year's trials of the abolitionist five things have
quietened down. You hardly ever hear of any anti-slavery protest rallies
anymore." Dave adds.

"I think we can thank the courts for that, Dave. The severity of the
punishment handed out to those five agitators is enough to make any
abolitionist think twice before staging a protest rally. Now they know
that, in law, the organisers are held personally responsible for a rally
that gets out of hand, few seem willing to risk their freedom. They know
that the mandatory punishment for such a crime is muting and enslavement;
muting to silence their sedition and lifetime enslavement as a
punishment. It's a classic case of the punishment fitting the crime
wouldn't you say? But tell me Dave; didn't you have the court's contract to
sell those five? Do you know what happened to them?"

"That's right, Theo. The court appointed me as its selling agent. What
happened to them? Well the two older ones- the ringleaders- were sold as
heavy duty slaves. One went to the mines and the other to the quarries. The
three younger ones went from being students to becoming slaves. Two of
these younger ones, both handsome, prime specimens were sold to a pleasure
palace - where, no doubt, they are now kept busy dispensing their pleasures
to a wide clientele. And as for the fifth one; I took quite a liking to him
and bought him. He's tethered outback, harnessed to my rickshaw."

"Tell me Dave." Theo asks. "How did he take to enslavement?"

"Reluctantly, I'd have to say. At first, he was very sullen and unruly. But
with encouragement he soon adapted to his new life. Now he happily trots
all around town delivering me to wherever it is I want to go. I'm very
happy with him. He's a reliable, honest, hard-working slave. And of
course," Dave laughs, "he never talks back."

To be continued......