Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2018 03:47:42 +0000
From: Bastian Ward <meetingfrogs@outlook.com>
Subject: The Silo Chapter 17

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THE SILO

CHAPTER 17

THE SALE

By Bastian Ward



"Good evening, your Royal Highnesses, Maharajas', Maharanis', my Lords,
Ladies and Gentlemen, for tonight's auction we believe we have a house
slave of exceptional beauty for sale tonight, but more about it a bit
later.  I am Stieg and, as usual, I will be your auctioneer for this
evening.

As per usual, those of you who have decided to be present in person will
get a chance, in a few moments, to physically check out all the livestock
that we will be auctioning off tonight.

As per usual all the livestock we will be selling here tonight will be sold
with all their body hair intact, for those of you who are offended by such
base sights; naturally, you will have selected the option to have the
hairless view shown on your computer screens.  For those of you who are in
countries where nudity is a criminal offence, your view is permanently set
with the clothing option for all slaves.

All prices of the slaves are mentioned in American dollars, for those of
you who are attending by remote access, you, of course, can select to view
the price in whatever currency you wish.

All payments must be finalised within 10mins of the collusion of the sale
of any given slave.  If payment has not been received, then the slave will
be resold after that time, and the person who won the bid, but not
finalised the payment, will be penalised the usual 50% of their last bid.

All slaves have been issued with a full medical certificate, as well as
their required death certificate from the country of origin.  All of our
livestock carries our brand, that to date, has not been able to be copied,
but we do insist that you check all the relevant documentation that comes
with the slave, and if you can prove we have misrepresented the slave, then
we will refund all monies in full, less the usual accounting fees, of
course.

Any and all modifications will be carried out under the most hygienic
conditions, by our fully qualified medical staff, and as per usual we will
hold the slave for you for a further 3-6 months to ensure that the slave
has fully recovered from any modifications you required.

A full list of modifications and their prices are available online or can
be perused in the brochures you were handed as you entered the building
tonight.

As usual, any and all links are continuously monitored to ensure both yours
and our, safety and anonymity.  As I am sure you are all aware that the
sale of our livestock is prohibited all over the world, but we here at
`Livestock International' recognised the niche market that existed and
aveis fulfilling that need in the market.  Admirably, if I do say so
myself, and I do.  If you have any further questions, then please feel free
to peruse your catalogue, or click on the appropriate computer links, and I
am sure that all your questions will be answered.  If not, then if you are
here present for this evening' auction, please fill free to ask one of our
staff in blue.  If you are joining us online, then please talk to our
online host or hostess, and I am sure they will be able to answer any
queries you may have.

Now, that we have performed all the formalities of the evening.  We will
now bring out all the slaves, so that those of you who are here in person
may examine them for yourselves.  As usual, all of our slaves have been
conditioned to being examined in this way, but if any slave, for whatever
reason, appears a bit skittish, then just indicate to one of the guards,
and they will subdue `it'.  We will allow 45mins for this to occur and we
will start the auction immediately afterwards.

Having finished his spiel, all the slaves were brought out from the holding
area, and were tethered by their chains, hanging from their guiches, to
rings set into the floor, so that they may be freely examined by anyone who
wished to, and were unable to shy away from anyone who wanted to examine
them.

Gabby, Vince and the other boys that accompanied them remained in their
seats.  They weren't here to buy a slave, to be honest, they were just
waiting until Brendan was sold, but they did watch with a great deal of
interest as all the slaves were led out onto the holding area and tethered
to the rings set into the floor.  Brendan stood out due to his physic, his
now, all over milky white skin, which contrasted so well with his raven
black hair, and the lighting really brought out his naturally occurring
blue highlights.  Due to his new station in life, he was completely naked,
as were all the other slaves.  It seemed to the boys that everyone wanted
to get their hands on Brendan, for the full 45mins, Brendan didn't have a
minute without at least one hand examining some part of his anatomy, with,
it seemed to the boys, a lot of attention being paid his genitalia.  They
also noticed that a lot of the other people who were present had personal
cameras mounted somewhere about their head, obviously for someone who was
watching the auction remotely.

Gabby always marvelled about the level of control that had been trained
into their slaves, because it didn't seem to matter how many people, were
examining Brendan's' cock and balls, he never seemed to get aroused in any
way.  Almost everyone, who was examining the slaves, had Brendan bend over
and had shoved at least one finger up his pretty pink, rosebud of a hole.

By the end of the 45mins, after watching everyone examining Brendan so
thoroughly, most of the boys were sporting an erection to some degree or
other, and they fervently wished they could make use of some of Brendan's
services.  But thankfully for the boys, their cocks had started to deflate
as the auction got underway, and they were able to make themselves more
comfortable with a minimal rearranging of their collective crotches.

Everyone had resumed their seats, and the auction got underway.  The field
slaves were sold first, and Ted was surprised because none of the slaves
were sold for under 150,000.00 American dollars.  As Ted flicked through
the catalogue, he could see that all the field slaves were conditioned to
wearing a saddle and were capable of bearing at least 125kg, as well as
being conditioned to pull all manner of jigs, carts, and wagons, either
singularly or in a team.  And were all capable of putting in a full day's
work under any conditions.

When all the payments had been finalised for the field slaves, the auction
moved onto the house slaves, of which there were six being auctioned off
tonight.  An expectant hush fell over the crowd as the auction for them got
underway.  The first two were each sold for more than $250,000.00, while
the following three went for more than 500,000.00, but the boys were
chaffing at the bit to see what Brendan would bring at auction, and after
the payments had been finalised for the previous five house slaves.  It was
Brendan's turn on the block, and the boys couldn't help themselves, and
they started to salivate.

Stieg banged his gravel to get everyone's attention.  When silence had
descended on the room again, Brendan was brought out onto the platform.
"Tonight, your Royal Highnesses, Maharajas', Maharanis', my Lords, Ladies
and Gentlemen, I believe we have here one of the finest pieces of man flesh
we have ever had the privilege to offer you here at `Livestock
International'.  It is very proficient with computers, is very good at
accounting, and all aspects of office work.  It is also an excellent cook,
and a list of its' sexual prowess, and sexual duties it is able to perform,
you will find are all listed in the catalogues you were given on your
arrival, or you can find listed online in `its' statistics.  I must confess
that our expectations for this slave are very high, who knows maybe tonight
is the night that we break our own record for the most substantial sum paid
for a single slave.

Now without further ado, we will begin, who wants to open the bidding at
say $150,000.00."  With that Brendan's auction was off.  In a few bids he
had already reached the $300,000.00 which was more than the other house
slaves went for, and there was no sign of the auction slowing down.  At the
$500,000.00-mark, the boys thought it would slow down, but no, the bids
were still coming in thick and fast.  At $750,000.00 the boys couldn't
believe it; all they could see was the money that they stood to get from
the sale of `it'.

Still, the bids were rolling in.  At the $1,000,000.00 mark, the boys gave
up trying to predict just how much `it' would actually sell for, so far it
was certainly more than the other house slaves went for and they all broke
out in a cold sweat just thinking about all the money they stood to make on
`it'.

The bidding didn't show any signs of slowing down until the price had
reached $1,500,000.00, and it was only then that the boys were aware of how
many bidders had actually dropped off.  As far as they could work out,
there were only a couple of people left in the room who were still bidding,
but he didn't know how many bidders were still left online.

Sure `it' was a fine piece of flesh and had turned into a very compliant
slave, which would do any task set for `it' to perform, be that around the
house, the office, or in the bedroom.

Ted was broken out of his musings when he heard Stieg say that the price
was $2,100,000.00, and he counted it off for the first time, the second
time, and brought his gravel down, and Tomas was actually sold for the
princely sum of $2,100,000.00.  A hush settled over the room while they
waited for the prerequisite 10mins to see if the sum would actually be paid
or not.

When the 10mins were up, it was confirmed that someone had actually paid
$2,100,000.00 for the second time ever for a slave sold at Livestock
International, and the boys realised that they had just made 1,600,000.00
American dollars.  And without so much as a backward glance at `it' they
left the room with all the other customers, but instead of leaving the
building with the other customers, they went down to Stieg's office and
waited.

30mins later Stieg entered his office, and they all shook hands.  Stieg got
them all drinks and offered Ted a seat.

Stieg explained to them all the modifications that had been ordered, as he
looked at his tablet computer, "Um, let's see.  The new owner wants him
microchipped, obviously, as well as some additional piercings, and they are
thinking about a few other `improvements' that they will need to request
within the next 48hrs.

Then when `its' recovered from `its' surgeries we will ship `it' off
overseas to `its' new owner."

"Oh, so he was sold internationally, then?"

"Yes, gentlemen, he was sold to someone in the Middle East I believe.  I
have no need for that kind of information.  All I am interested in now is
that the required modifications are paid for, and carried out, without any
damage to `it', so we can then send `it' off to the new owner, and we get
to keep our money."

"So, it will be alright as it travels overseas?" Gabby asked.

"Yes, we have special cargo boxes for just that purpose, and we have
someone travel with the cargo to ensure that no harm comes to the
`merchandise' during shipment, and to see that `it' is delivered in good
condition to the buyer.  But don't worry boys, we have been doing this for
a long time, and we haven't lost a single slave yet."

"Fuck, I'd love to have seen the other slave that sold for even more than
this one," one of the boys piped up.

"Oh," said Stieg, "I'd think you boys would be very surprised if you knew."

The boys finished up their drinks and accepted the proffered cheque from
Stieg, being their share of the sale of Brendan.  Stieg stuck out his hand
and shook any and all proffered hands, "I hope we can do business again
soon, boys.  Have a good night now," and with that Stieg ushered the boys
into the lift and saw them off the premises.  The boys got into their
respective vehicles and drove off into the night.

**********

Brendan, along with the other slaves being returned to the Farm were all
loaded into their boxes for transport back to the Farm.  Brendan felt the
sting of the injection in his arm and, to him, the next thing he knew his
box was being unloaded from the back of the truck.  When Brendan had gained
full use of his legs again, he was taken back into the house and sent back
down to the slave quarters under the house, to await what was to come next.
The following morning, after he'd assisted his bunkmate to attend to his
morning toilet, Brendan discovered that, as he was going to be spending a
few months at the farm, he was to be shaved again.  So, he submitted to his
bunkmate shaving his head and working his way down Brendan's body his
bunkmate shaved off all the hair he could find with the clippers.  Having
got all the hair, he could with the clippers, Brendan's bunkmate then
proceeded to lather up Brendan's body and razored all the remaining stubble
on Brendan's body.  When it was required, Brendan bent over and spread his
arse cheeks so that his bunkmate could shave his hole as well.  When they
had attended to Brendan's shave, he discovered which Master he was assigned
to, too shower that day.  Then making his way upstairs he went and found
his Master was still asleep in bed, so after he got everything ready for
the Masters' shower, Brendan crawled under the bed covers.  And sucking the
Masters' cock in his mouth he proceeded to suck the Masters' cock to life,
effectively waking the Master at the same time.  Before he could cum, the
Master kicked Brendan out of his bed, and leading the way, the `Master'
walked into the shower and allowed Brendan to shower and shave him.  Having
attended to the Masters' toilet, Brendan assisted the Master to get
dressed, and when Brendan had completed getting the Master dressed, he
busied himself cleaning up the bathroom and making the Masters' bed and
cleaning his bedroom.  Brendan was then informed that he had to attend the
shed, so Brendan went downstairs and out the back door and crossing the
yard he walked into the shed.  One of the guards beckoned him over to one
of the transportation boxes that was open leaning against the wall of the
shed.  Brendan, obligingly, not that he really had a choice, stood against
the base of the box so that he could be strapped in.  When they had
attached the chain, that was hanging from Brendan's guiche to the ring set
into the baseboard that Brendan was standing on, and he felt the sting on
the inside of his elbow.  Which was the drug being administered they used
to knock out all their slaves.  Unbeknownst to Brendan at this point, the
top cover was attached to the box, then the box, with Brendan secured
inside was loaded onto the truck.  And Brendan made the journey back to
Melbourne and `The Silo'.  When the truck reached `The Silo' his box, with
him in it, was unloaded from the back of truck.  The top cover was removed
and they waited for the drugs to wear off and for Brendan to wake up.

He was given some clothes to wear, and the pants were so tight anyone could
clearly see his cock and balls outlined in his crotch with his cock snaking
down his leg.  Brendan knew better than to say anything, he was told to get
into the waiting car, and was driven to Prahran to get his Frenum Piercing.
As a request from his new owner, they had with them the specifications of
the ring that the new owner wanted to be inserted into it, and the Piercer
made the opening big enough to accommodate it.  The Piercer then pierced
Brendan's navel, and having had his cock and navel pierced, Brendan was
transported back to `The Silo' so that he could be transported back to `the
farm'.  When he reached `the farm', Brendan was given a few weeks for his
new piercing to heal, and while he was waiting for it to heal he attended
his Turkish classes.

A couple of months after he'd been pierced Brendan was ordered to report to
the medical wing, which was housed in the squat building behind the big
house were all the `slaves' were processed.  Brendan walked across the
backyard and presented himself to the medical wing.  He had to stand and
wait at the counter until one of the Staff deigned to notice him, when he
was asked, Brendan told the attendant that he had to attend, but wasn't
sure why.  The attendant checked his calendar and told Brendan to follow,
with that the attendant walked away towards one of the rooms, while
Brendan, being the good slave that he now was, dutifully followed along
behind him.  Brendan was led into a room with an old man sitting at a
workbench.  The attendant left and the man had Brendan stand on a platform
that was no higher than a desk, naturally having no other option, Brenan
complied and stood on the platform.  The old man picked up a length of gold
chain that had been lying on the bench in front of him.  The man told
Brendan to squat, and Brendan complied, and when he did the man threaded
one end of the gold chain through Brendan's guiche piercing, and then told
Brendan to stand up.  While he was standing there the man looped one end of
the gold chain around one of Brendan's ankles, and having done that the man
picked up his electric soldering iron.  The man very carefully welded the
end link which the man passed through another link in the gold chain and
then the man soldered the link closed, after first placing a piece of wood
between Brendan's skin and the chain.  Now, Brendan, nor anyone else for
that matter could remove the chain from that ankle without first breaking
it.  When he'd finished, the man took the other end of the gold chain and
fastened that around Brendan's other ankle.  When the chain had cooled
enough the man removed the pieces of wood and set to filing the soldered
link so that it would be very difficult to see the join.  When the man was
happy with his work he had Brendan lay down on the bench, and sliding his
chair over, the man examined the Frenum Piercing site.  Even though the man
took very careful measurements he wasn't sure that the ring was going to
fit, or if it did it would be a very tight fit, but it had to be done.  The
man removed the silicone implant and then threaded the gold ring through
the opening, the man was right, it was a very tight fit, but thankfully the
skin would stretch.  The man placed a bit of wood between the ring and
Brendan's penis, and the man very carefully soldered the ring closed.  When
the ring had cooled the man filed the weld site so that it appeared as
though the ring was seamless, as Brendan's owner intended.  When the man
declared himself finished, he sent Brendan out of his room so he could
clean up.

Brendan was sent back to the big house, and Brendan was surprised with the
weight of the ring around the head of his cock, to Brendan it felt like he
had a bowling ball hanging off his cock.  Brendan knew it couldn't possibly
weigh that much, but still.  And as for the new chain it kept getting
caught up in the chain that was already hanging from his guiche, which
pissed Brendan off a treat.  When Brendan got back to the big house, he was
sent down to the slaves' quarters to rest, just to ensure that there was no
problem with the gold ring in Brendan's Frenum.  As Brendan walked past a
mirror, he stopped and turned to see what he looked like now and was
surprised to see that there was a white stone embedded into the ring.
Brendan liked the way it caught the light and reflected it back.  He
thought it complimented the stone already hanging from his navel piercing
rather well.  Brendan went and laid on his bunk and cursed every time he
turned over as it felt as though he had to physically pick up his cock and
move it with him.  It seemed to weigh a tonne now, and Brendan thought he'd
never get used to it.  Over the next couple of days as Brendan went about
his duties in the house, attended his language lessons, and his regular
bondage sessions, as well as attending his assigned `Master's' morning
toilet and cleaning up after him, Brendan was learning to get used to the
new weight of his ringed cock.  Because of the weight of the ring around
his cock, it not only hung lower, but it forced his nuts back towards his
thighs more so it seemed as though he was slapping the back of his nuts
with his thigh with every step he took.  When he sat or laid down, it felt
as though his cock was trying to keep his nuts apart, which was a totally
new sensation for Brendan, and it was one he thought he'd never get used
too. It seemed, to Brendan, that the ring on his cock was forcing his
genitalia back onto the ever-present chain that hung from his guiche
piercing, and Brendan spent a lot of time experimenting with his gait
trying to find an acceptable way to walk around without his genitalia
getting fouled up with his chain.

When he was in `school' and learning Turkish, he spent most of his time on
his feet, or when he had a test, he spent it in bondage shackled to the
wall of the classroom and for any answers he got wrong he was flogged.
This way he was forced to really concentrate on his lessons and in
particular his pronunciations of the Turkish language.  This way `The Farm'
ensured that Brendan would be fluent in Turkish by the time he had to leave
`The Farm'.

By the time he'd had the ring inserted into his frenum piercing for a month
Brendan barely registered that the ring was there, the only times he was
truly conscious of it was when he was attending to his own toilet.

It took Brendan eight weeks to become proficient in Turkish enough for the
Masters to decide that it was time to send him to his new
Master. Consequently, it was decided that it was time for him to stop
shaving his body hair.  The Dr's at `The Farm' were now doing daily tests
to ensure that Brendan was in perfect health for his journey to Turkey and
his new life.

*******

Brendan had been prepped for his trip, and Keane arrived at the farm on the
day of Brendan's flight.  Keane checked all of Brendan's vital signs, and
then had him lay on the table so Keane could insert his catheter and
attached the drainage bags to the catheter, and they were all set.  Brendan
walked out to the shed carrying his catheter bags and sat in the pod that
he would be transported in.  Keane made sure that the drip was inserted
into Brendan's arm correctly before he gave Brendan the injection to put
him to sleep.  Keane attached all the electrodes that would give Keane a
constant update on Brendan's health, and then Keane attached the outlet
from the liquid flowmeter that would control the drugs that would keep
Brendan in a drugged coma for the length of the trip, into the drip.  So,
now barring any unforeseen accidents, Brendan would sleep through the
entire trip to Istanbul.  Keane closed and sealed Brendan's container, and
it was loaded into the dummy container that looked like it was a
refrigerated container, which in actual fact contained oxygen cylinders
that Keane connected to Brendan's container. Then the whole thing was
sealed shut, when Keane was happy with the set-up, and loaded into the back
of one of the trucks and taken to Tullamarine Airport to catch its flight
for the first part of the journey, from Melbourne to Dubai.  Keane took his
luggage off the truck and entered the airport terminal to check in, while
the driver took Brendan, inside his travelling box, around to the cargo
receiving bays.  Where it was unloaded and checked in for the same flight
as Keane was on, by Staff who worked for the `Masters', this was how they
avoided any close scrutiny of any of their cargo, they employed `staff' at
all the major air and shipping ports to ensure their `cargo' got through
customs and loaded onto the appropriate conveyance.

The cargo was loaded on-board Keane's flight safely, and Keane checked that
his onboard computer was receiving the data from Brendan's cargo box, and
when Keane was happy with the information, he was receiving.  He settled
back into his seat in business class and prepared to monitor Brendan's box
for the next 14 hours.

They'd been in the air for about 2.5hrs when Keane noticed that Brendan
appears to have developed a heart murmur.  Keane, surreptitiously checked
the other passengers around him to ensure that no one was paying him or his
handheld computer any close attention, and as no one seemed to be concerned
with what he was doing.  He ran a full set of diagnostics, paying close
attention to all of the data he was receiving from Brendan's box.  As all
the systems appeared to working normally, Keane decided that he needed to
have a look inside Brendan's box.  So, he switched on the light and camera
in Brendan's box and studied the image very closely, and it looked as
though one of the stickers that the electrodes were connected to had come
loose from Brendan's skin.  Keane now had to decide if he could live with
the fact that he may be getting a false reading from that electrode, or did
he want to go down into the hold and rectify the situation.  Everything
looked normal on his visual of Brendan, but he knew that there would be no
physical sign that he could see if Brendan had developed a heart murmur.
Keane decided to err on the side of caution, and he quietly caught the eye
of one of the Flight Attendants and explained that he needed to check
something in the cargo hold.  They argued back and forth for a bit, but
eventually, Keane was allowed to access the cargo hold, and even though one
of the Flight Attendant insisted on going with him they stayed far enough
away that they couldn't see what he was doing to his container.  Keane
entered the unlocking code and finished with his thumbprint that the
container monitored for a heartbeat before it would open.  For just this
emergency there was some dry ice kept in a container so that when the
container was opened, there was some seemingly condensation released from
the refrigerated container.  Keane quickly opened the Brenden's container
and reattached the loose sticker.  He watched on his hand-held computer and
saw that he now had a regular steady heartbeat.  Keane checked all of
Brendan's vitals manually, slid his hand between Brendan's back and the Roe
Hoe mattress to ensure it was working correctly.  Keane also slid his hand
under Brendan's naked butt to check the Roe Hoe mattress there as well.
And only when Keane was satisfied that everything was now working
correctly, he then resealed the containers, ensuring the locking mechanism
had locked properly.  He thanked the Flight Attendant and made his way back
to his seat, and settled in to monitor Brendan remotely, but there were no
more incidents during the flight.

Keane breathed a sigh of relief when they eventually touched down in Dubai;
thankfully they would only be on the ground for 90 minutes before they made
their connecting flight.  Technically there should be no problems with
their `cargo' as everything should be just loaded off one plane and onto
the next plane.  And while the `Maters' had people on the ground in all the
international airports they may have to travel through; the United Arab
Emirates were a Muslim nation.  And while it's true that slavery is
outlawed around the world, there are still places in the world where it is
looked on as an archaic, but acceptable practice, it is still illegal
though, even in those countries.  Brendan is 2.1 million dollars of
merchandise that Keane was responsible for.  Consequently, Keane found his
way down to the tarmac and personally supervised the unloading and
reloading of his cargo.  While the container was on the tarmac, it was
moved to an out of the way loading bay, so that Keane could physically
check on all the equipment to ensure that Brendan would arrive alive in
Istanbul almost 5hrs later.  When Keane had seen the container safely on
the right plane, he made his way back up to the check-in area and checked
in for the final leg of their flight.

When they arrived in Istanbul, no one paid the cargo too much
mind. Consequently, Keane's cargo was loaded onto the back of their truck
and transported to the hotel that Keane was going to be staying in.  While
the container was in the back of the truck, Keane opened both containers,
and with the assistance from the truck driver and his offsider, they
manhandled Brendan into a wheelchair.  After Keane had checked in, they
took the unconscious Brendan up to Keane's room in the goods elevator.
Once in Keane's room, the men laid Brendan out on his bed, and after the
other men had left, Keane set to checking that Brendan didn't have any
marks or sores from his flight.  Having ascertained that he was in perfect
condition, Keane set about lowering the doses of the drugs that were
keeping Brendan in his induced coma, and effectively began waking him up.
Keane and Brendan spent a total of ten days in the hotel room because once
Brendan was awake, Keane had to ensure that Brendan suffered from no
lasting effects.  Keane had to get Brendan up and moving around to ensure
that Brendan had no lasting physical effects from his trip and being
smuggled from one country to another.  Keane ensured that Brendan's
piercing sites were all intact as well as the two ends of the gold chain
that were welded closed around Brendan's ankles running through his guiche
piercing.  As well as the gold ring that went through Brendan's Frenum
piercing, which was also welded closed.  This way anyone who saw him in the
Mammon knew instantly that he was a slave and what his purpose for being
there was.

After ten days, Keane dressed Brendan in the clothes that were provided for
him by his new owner, but first, he had to shave him to his new owner's
specifications.  While the United Emirates is a Muslim nation, and Brendan
was circumcised because of that, his owner did not want all of Brendan's
pubic hair removed.  As a non-believer, that rule technically did not apply
to Brendan, but as he was to be servicing Muslim patrons, Brendan's pubic
bush had to be trimmed very close to the skin.  So, it would appear as
though only a shadow of it could be seen; it was hopped by his new owner to
remind his patrons that Brendan was an `infidel' and a slave to boot, and
as such could have pubic hair.  But not enough as to offend his patrons
altogether, as his new owner expected to make a lot of money from hiring
out Brendan's `services'.  The clothes consisted of a pair of pantaloons
that only went halfway down his calves, and even though there was a lot of
material in the pantaloons to make them formless.  It was a very light
material, and in the right light it was possible to see Brendan's genitalia
in all their glory, and as he now only had a shadow of his pubic bush, it
only served to encourage men to want to see more.  As the material was so
light, it naturally fell into the cleft of Brendan's arse cheeks, so that
no one was left in any doubt as to whether Brendan was wearing any
underwear underneath, nor to the approximate size of his bubble butt.
Brendan's hair, at his new owner's request, had been let to grow for the
past couple of months, so that by the time he reached Istanbul his hair
flowed in a black mane down his back, just past his shoulders.  So, as he
walked to the Mammon, the growing crowd of men could see the blue
highlights as the sun played across Brendan's raven back hair.  Brendan
also wore a flowing silken top that clung to outline Brendan's muscles in
his chest and abdomen.  So much so, that by the time they had arrived at
the Mammon, there was quite a crowd of men following behind the pair,
surreptitiously of course.  But you can bet that most of them made a mental
note as to where the pair were going and only dispersed when they entered
the front door of the Mammon.  All of which had been observed by Brendan's
new owner, from one of the upper windows, as Keane and Brendan walked up
the street to his establishment.

When Keane introduced himself to the Receptionist, they were shown to a
staircase that led up into the building from off the reception area.  They
were met at the top of the stairs by a man in the long flowing pantaloons
that Brendan was to see on all the administration employees; the man
ushered them into a suite of rooms.  The first being almost an antechamber
to a very large room with scattered cushions all over the floor with a
cleared area in the middle as well as large hookahs spaced around the room,
where the man left them.  They didn't have to wait very long before another
portly gentleman entered the room from the other side. He walked up to
Keane and shook his hand and greeted him.  After Keane returned the
greeting, the man indicated a cushion for Keane to sit on.  He turned to
Brendan and told him to strip, which he did, and after Brendan had divested
himself of his clothing, his new owner stepped up and inspected Brendan.
He ran his hands over Brendan's skin feeling the muscles under Brendan's
skin, while he was being examined Brendan stood passively.  Having run his
hands over Brendan's chest and abdomen, he bade Brendan to turn around,
which Brendan did, and his new owner ran his hands over Brendan's back.  He
ran his hands over Brendan's buttocks, and pushing Brendan in the small of
his back, without any preamble he shoved one finger up Brendan's very tight
hole. Having determined Brendan's virginity status, he pulled his finger
out, and clapping his hands together, waited for a boy to bring him a bowl
and towel so he could wash his hands.  Having attended to his hands,
Brendan's owner continued to inspect the rest of Brendan starting with his
guiche piercing, and the ring inserted into it.  He felt the weight of the
chain that was running through Brendan's ring in his guiche, then continued
down Brendan's legs.  He had Brendan turn around so his new owner could
inspect the gold ring encircling Brendan's cock, just under the mushroom
head. He hefted Brendan's balls and rolled them in his hand before he let
them go.  Seemingly happy with his inspection, and with Brendan, Brendan's
new owner left him standing there and went over and joined Keane on the
cushions.  The man clapped his hands again, and a boy brought in a tray
with an assortment of sweetmeats, and after placing the tray within easy
reach of the two men.  He lit the hookah closest to them, and Brendan's new
owner offered one of the mouthpieces to Keane who accepted, and both men
sat and smoked while they ate and talked about the trip and settled any
other business they had.  Brendan's new owner introduced himself to Keane
as Vihn, and the two men continued chatting, completely ignoring Brendan as
he stood naked in front of them.

When Vinh and Keane had concluded their business, Vinh clapped his hands,
again and again, a boy came out, but this time he was bearing what looked
to Brendan to be nothing but a strip of filmy cloth.  The boy handed it to
Brendan, and Vinh told him to put it on.  When the boy gave it to Brendan,
Brendan could then see that it consisted of a waistband with two long
strips of filmy cloth hanging from it.  When he had opened it up, Brendan
could see the thin cord that Brendan could use to tie it up with.  So,
Brendan stepped into the waistband with the narrow strip at the back and
the wider strip at the front and pulled it up and tied it closed.  Now, all
Keane could clearly see through the material was the `V' of Brendan's pubic
hair and a faint outline of his genitalia, but Vinh seemed very pleased
with Brendan's new outfit.  As the two strips were hemmed with a pattern
that ran down the sides and across the bottom of both strips of cloth, in
cottons of blue, green, and yellow.  Keene had to admit that the loincloth
looked quite regal hanging down the front and back of Brendan.  Vinh had
Brendan turn on the spot so that both men could appreciate the full effect
of Brendan's new outfit.

Vihn asked Keane if Brendan had been taught to dance, and Keene confirmed
that he had, so Vinh clapped his hands again, and some musicians came into
the room and started to play.  Brendan began to move with the music,
standing on the spot and moving his hips seductively before his upper body
joined in, and after Brendan had been dancing for a little while.  Vihn had
the musicians stop.  "But this is no good, Keane, how are my guest supposed
to think that he wants them if it hangs in front of him like a piece of
limp wet cord?"

"Oh," replied Keane, "it is very simple Sir, just tell him to get hard."
With that Keane told Brendan to get hard while he dances.

Vihn clapped his hands again, and the musicians started to play again.
This time while Brendan danced his cock slowly became hard, but because of
the weight of the gold ring encircling the head of his cock, it did not
rise very high.  Vinh explained to Keane that that was because no
self-respecting male wants to see another males' erect member, but they do
want to see their slave to be aroused with desire.  And the two men laughed
companionably together, while Keane watched the cushion-cut diamond, set
into the ring that encircled Brendan's cock, pick up and reflect the light
from all the lamps around the room.  As well as the tear-shaped diamond
that now hung from Brendan's navel piercing, it also reflected the light
from the lamps in the room and appeared to sparkle that much more.  Vihn
clapped his hands again and this time he told the boy, in Turkish, to take
Brendan to his rooms, and after Brendan had been led away.  Keane pulled a
sheaf of paper out of his bag, and had Vihn sign a couple of them, which
Keane returned to his bag, and the sale of Brendan was official.  Well, as
official as it can be to sell one person to another as their personal
slave.  Keane was show back downstairs and he went back to his hotel,
packed his belongings and leaving the hotel, went and caught his flight
home.  This time he was able to relax all the way as he had no livestock to
keep an eye on.

*******

Brendan's suite of rooms, used to be storage area for the wood required to
fuel the fire that heated the pools and buildings of the bathhouse, now
that it was all fired by natural gas they had no use for the storages
rooms, until now that is.  One room was set up as Brendan's bedroom, while
another room was set up as a mini gym, and the last room was set up as
Brendan's bathroom.  Naturally none of the rooms had any doors or any kind
of coverings over the openings.  The suite of rooms had an old iron grate
door to keep people from stealing the wood, originally, but now it served
to lock Brendan in his suite of rooms when his services were not required
upstairs.  But Brendan didn't have to worry about that too much as he was
going to be in great demand upstairs, particularly after Vihn had
advertised Brendan's presence in his establishment.  Yes, Brendan was going
to make Vihn a lot of money.

Vihn lost no time in advertising the fact that Brendan's virginity was to
be sold to the highest bidder. Consequently, a bidding war erupted,
particularly after Brendan was allowed to wander the building to his
heart's content, but, as a slave, he was never going to be allowed to
leave.  Brendan's creamy coloured skin set him apart from the employees of
the Mammon, in fact, it set him apart from being Turkish, and more than one
customer lusted after Brendan as he walked around the building.  Until his
virginity was sold, Vihn would not allow Brendan to be alone with any of
his patrons, so he employed two black Africans to guard Brendan wherever he
went inside the bathhouse.  Including to the toilet.



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Bastian