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THE FOLLOWING STORY IS ENTIRELY A WORK OF FICTION AND ANY SIMILARITY BETWEEN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND ANY PERSON, EITHER LIVING OR DEAD, OR PLACES, IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. IT IS A FANTASY STORY INVOLVING GAY MALE/MALE SEX, INTENSE SADO-MASOCHISTIC SITUATIONS AND A MODERN-DAY NON-RELIGIOUS CRUCIFIXION. ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER. ANYONE WHO IS LIKELY TO BE OFFENDED BY ITS CONTENTS OR IS BELOW THE AGE OF CONSENT APPROPRIATE TO YOUR COMMUNITY FOR READING SUCH MATERIAL, SHOULD NOT READ ANY FURTHER.
SLAVE TO THE LASH - THE ONLY LANGUAGE HE UNDERSTOOD WAS THE WHIP
by Matthew Kernowski
Matthew was just nineteen years old when he was sold at the slave market. The potential buyers liked them young and unfamiliar with the whip. Breaking in a new slave was always rewarding. Matthew had a good physique of average build, good looking, uncircumcized - a lot of buyers preferred the young uns uncut. He would fetch a good price. The sellers avoided using the whip on young flesh as they liked their bodies to be unblemished on market day. Eight slaves of similar age stood naked in a line, their metal collars all attached together by a long sturdy steel chain. Sloan stood there chewing on a big fat cigar, with a huge grin on his face, as he watched the potential buyers checking out his slaves. He had no objection to them manhandling his merchandise just so long as they didn't use whips on them prior to purchase. Once they'd bought them they could do whatever the hell they liked with them. He watched with interest as one familiar buyer, a guy named Ed Danvers, closely examined Matthew's penis, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the glistening head that lay beneath. Then, straightening up, Danvers moved his attention to the boy's butt. He spat on his middle finger, bent the boy slightly forward and inserted it into his anus. Sloan knew that most of the buyers bought his boys purely for sexual gratification and that they'd be required to perform the most degrading acts ever. Others looked for boys that could handle a hard day's work but the most sought after slaves were those that could do either. Matthew filled that criteria. Danvers withdrew his finger from Matthew's back passage and nodded with approval. Sloan knew that was a good sign. If Danvers took a shine to one of your boys, he'd pay big bucks for him. He owned a huge ranch where he employed forty slaves, many purchased from this very market over the years. Danvers did have one of his slaves with him, a guy a few years older than Matthew. His wrists were shackled together with just enough slack in the chain not to completely restrict his movements. He was carrying a heavy steel ball that was attached to his ankle by a long chain. He was naked apart from some kind of steel chastity cage encasing his genitals. His whole body was covered in deep scars from years of whippings and on his upper arm was a large branding, bearing the letter "D" in the center of a star. Ed Danvers was a cruel man who was renowned for his harsh punishment. Rumor had it he had once whipped one slave to death and didn't stop, even after the boy was long dead, until he was literally reduced to bone. Apparently, the boy had tried to escape from Danvers' ranch but was caught. The other slaves were made to watch the whipping as a warning to those who might have had similar ideas. Another time Danvers crucified a slave just for the hell of it. The victim was just twenty years old and was forced to perform sexual acts on Danvers and his crew of eighteen men, even while he was nailed to the cross.
Danvers spun Matthew around while keeping a hand firmly on the boy's butt. The market slaves were taught never to make eye contact with their prospective buyers.
"Do you reckon you could handle a whipping, boy?" Danvers asked him directly.
"I don't know, sir." Matthew replied sheepishly, keeping his gaze fixed to the ground. He wasn't sure if that was the answer Danvers wanted to hear.
"You can expect to be whipped every day whether you deserve it or not." Danvers stated matter of factly with not even the slightest emotion in his voice. Matthew felt Danvers was being a bit presumptuous in thinking he would outbid everyone else and subsequently become his master, but he certainly wasn't going to tell him that. Matthew lifted his gaze slightly to look at the slave standing a few feet from Danvers. Every scar on his body could probably tell a story. It seemed a shame that his body had once been unblemished and beautiful like his own. He risked lifting his gaze a little more and made eye contact with the slave. Fear was evident in the slave's eyes and that alone told Matthew that no matter how many times you were flogged, you never stopped being afraid of the whip. Once Danvers bought you, every inch of your body belonged to him. Matthew lowered his gaze and couldn't help pausing when he reached the steel cage encasing the slave's genitals. The view of his manhood was still fairly unobstructed within the bars and Matthew could see that in addition to the cage, the slave's penis had been pierced and bore a thick steel Prince Albert-type ring through the glans. The ring was solid and unbroken, in fact, all Danvers' slaves were fitted with these rings as standard.
(To be continued)