Andrew's fate
Chapter 12
I spend a miserable night thinking about what has happened; particularly the way peter was treated. It is beyond question that we are slaves. Very soon we will be paraded before the buyers; rich men willing and well able to purchase a slave boy whose future life will be captivity and degradation in which he will be trained to perform every conceivable act of sexual servitude and suffer the most painful of punishments if he fails to please his master completely. Tomorrow we will be taken before Farook and he will explain exactly what will happen at the auction. I have no idea what occurs at an auction of slaves but what today has taught me is that, whatever I am ordered to do, I must obey instantly without the slightest hesitation. That is what makes me a slave. We have been taught six positions which we will be ordered to adopt and we must respond immediately we ordered. We will be simply be told the number and Abdul has reminded that if we get any wrong we will be caned in front of the buyers. I am going through each of these now in my mind making sure I get the details right. These are positions of slave display and one thing is very obvious. In every position I must have my legs or knees very widely spread so that every detail of my slave body is on display for the buyers. These positions mainly involve my being on my knees but two are standing. One upright with my hands on the top of my head; the othis bent double with my hands spreading by ass cheeks with my asshole open. Before attempting to sleep I practice these several times knowing that when a number is called I must adopt the new position with no more than one second delay.
Across the block in the cell opposite I see that David is doing much the same. We decide to test each othis. It soon becomes clear that he is better at it than me. Frequently he tells me I am not quick enough. I watch as he drops to his knees, his head bowed and his knees spread impossibly wide. As I force my knees even wider it really hurts but as I look down I see that my thighs do not form the perfect right angle required by my captors. I spread my knees anothis three inches and David nods his head in approval. He warns me that this must happen within a second or I will feel Abdul's whip tomorrow. Despair but finally we both get off to sleep.
We are awoken next morning by the sound of Abdul's whip and I quickly move to adopt the required position. The cells are unlocked and we are chained by the neck in a line. We are ten in number and I am second in the line. In the centre of the yard on a concrete platform we are iHed. Two of the house slaves soap us all over and then we are hosed with water jets. We must stand in the inspection position, legs wide, hands on our heads. Finally we are left standing to dry in the sun. We are barely two feet apart but we know that we dare not speak or move. Master farook and Abdul will be watching. I am terrified, knowing what is about to happen. I am to be sold to a man who will pay a lot of money to own me as his slave. He will be able to do whatever he likes to me and I will have to obey him instantly or face the consequences. But thise is absolutely nothing I can do to stop this and I will have to cooperate and comply with everything I am instructed to do during my sale or be whipped as peter is yesterday. I just want to get it over with now. Thise is nothing to do but wait; wait for the inevitable humiliation to come. Suddenly I hear the sound of footsteps crunching across the yard. It is Farook.
We are now standing on a long low platform which had been erected outside in the yard. We are chained in position by a loose chain from our cock cages to a ring between our feet. This allows sufficient movement for display positions to be adopted but no more. Abdul walks slowly up and down the line of the platform. As he walked he explains to us exactly what is about to happen.
'You will stand perfectly still, looking only straight ahead' he repeats several times. 'If a customer approaches you by stepping over this line you will immediately kneel as instructed. I want noses to the floor asses high and thighs spread wide. I mean very wide and your backs arched with your chests close to the floor. Understand'?
'Yes Master Abdul we all reply. 'Excellent, we will now practice that' he said 'When I click my fingers you will kneel as I have described'.
The overseer looks up and down our line, Then he clicks his fingers and, as one, we kneel as instructed. Abdul steps onto the platform to check our positions from behind. I can hear his boots on the wooden planks as he walks up and down. When the footsteps stop I hear the sound of leather on flesh.
'Thighs wider slave' Shouts Abdul as he lashes the ass of the boy next to him.
The boy cries out and I quickly spread my knees as wide as I can. I spread them until it hurt then a bit more. He hear the whip land again and the voice of the market owner.
'SILENCE' he shouted. 'When you are being inspected you will remain silent no matter what is done to you. You will kneel before a master with your thighs spread wide till it hurts. A prospective buyer wants an unrestricted view of the goods on sale. You will press your noses to the floor and arch your back downwards. Your hands will be beside your heads, understand slaves'?
'YES MASTER ABDUL' I and the others quickly reply.
The footsteps continue as Abdul inspects our postures. From time to time he stops as he observes in detail one after another of our number. I can clearly hear the sound of the whip and his instructions as he corrects the spread of another boy's thighs, the arch another's back or the up thrust of his buttocks. I tremble as the footsteps stop behind david next to me. His muscles strain as he forces his chest closer to the floor with his ass high and his thighs spread just as far as he can spread them. I hear the comment 'nice posture boy' as the footsteps recede. Finally Abdul dismounts the platform and orders us to stand. I am in the inspection position quicker than I ever thought possible.
'I see you learn quickly slaves' he said. 'Remember I want perfect position, legs very wide, hips forward so you display yourselves properly to buyers. And you follow all instructions instantly'. Inspections soon begin'.
Abdul then leaves the compound.
On the platform we have time to reflect on the morning's experience. If I had any doubts before about our situation there are none now. We must all now realise that what is happening is real. We are slaves and soon we will be sold like cattle.
As I kneel with my head bowed I reflect on the happenings of the last two weeks, recalling how different my life had been just a week or so before lying on that beach in the sun. For many days I had previously harboured ideas that I might escape or be rescued. But these ideas have now vanished. Now both Abdul and Farook appear and we are ordered to stand, hands on heads.
We quickly scramble to our feet and assume the former position. The market owner walks quickly up and down the line a couple of times and several boys with our legs not widely spread or our elbows not back felt the force of his whip. I heave a sigh of relief when, after a long look, he passes me by. I am now beginning to recognise a change in my attitude, Not intended but it is happening nonetheless. I now recognise a deep seated fear in my mind of the consequences of the slightest disobedience to those in control as I accept that I actually have no choice but to submit. If this means I am a slave then it must be true. If this is the case then it would be in my own interest to conform to the demands of these men and make every effort to please them no matter how humiliating it will be. It is hard to think that I am now just an object about to be sold to a master who will use me to satisfy his lusts and sadistic pleasures but there is clearly no point in trying to resist.
In my thoughts I have not noticed that the yard is now crowded with buyers eager to inspect us, the goods on offer. I stand impassively like a statue, but specifically a living statue of naked flesh promising endless pleasures for the master who buys me.
'Turn slave, show me your ass, then bow' came a curt command. I obey instantly.
The men break immediately into excited conversation as the most intimate details of my body are exposed to their view. The comments continue until one of the men orders me to kneel with my nose to the floor. Some of the comments are in a language I cannot understand but others are in English. The fact that I can clearly hear what they are saying obviously means nothing to the buyers as the comments continue.
'The slave will look good strapped to the pony cart with reins clipped to its cock don't you think' said a voice. 'One might almost feel sorry for it knowing what its new master will have in store for it but why would we. It is just a slave boy'.
The men laugh with murmurs of approval and pass on to the next boy in the line only to be replaced by more observers. Now there is anothis group standing in front of me.
'Bow to us slave, kneel, turn around nose to floor, thighs wider, stand, bend and spread let's see that arse. One man swore loudly, Very fuckable he remarks and nice and tight, and the men all agree. Now turn, bow, kneel, stand, display position'.
The instructions come thick and fast and each time I hurry to obey. As the morning wears on I become more and more scared. Feelings of desperation fill my mind but still the buyers keep coming and the constant flood of instructions to display myself for their assessment. The buyers are not allowed to touch me but in their eyse I see lust and contempt. Now I am sweating from the relentless strain of jumping to their commands interspersed with periods of push ups and squats they demand in order to inspect the workings and strengths of my muscles. And all the time I know that Abdul is watching, ready to apply his whip if my display is not as required. For endless ages we pose and cavort for the prospective buyers. Then, as the yard empties Abdul cracks his whip loudly in the air.
'DISPLAY POSITION, HEADS BOWED' he shouts.
He strides slowly up and down the line. There is not one boy who is not dripping with sweat but he smiles as we stand in the perfect position of display, legs spread wide, hips thrust forward, hands on bowed heads. I wonder what he is thinking but there is not an ounce of compassion in his eyes. He quickly appraises the line and takes a position roughly half way along.
'I shall remind you slaves of what I require when you step up to the auction platform' he began. 'As soon as you reach the top of the steps your lot number will be announced. You will then immediately drop to your knees, place your nose to the floor and crawl to Master Farook at the centre of the platform. He will be conducting the sale from that position. As you approach him you will halt, kneel up and bow your head to the floor, then crawl forward to kiss his boots. When he clicks his fingers you will crawl as before to a spot marked at the front of the platform, kneel up facing the buyers, bow to them as you did to Master Farook and then kneel, knees spread very wide, remember 90 degrees, head bowed to your chest. Your details will then be announced to the assembly. From this point on you will follow Master Farook's instructions to the letter. Any hesitation will result in you feeling the whip. I and two overseers will be standing close by, one on either side. The buyers will want to have the best possible view of what is on offer and you will be required to display your assets to them in the best light and show instant obedience to commands. Remember you are slaves and slaves obey. Do I make myself perfectly clear'?
'Yes Master Farook we replied in unison.
Now we are fastened togethis in a line and led inside while our collars and cuffs are removed. From a table Abdul picks up a collar, showed it briefly to me and locks it about my neck. It is highly polished and made from gold, much thicker that the one I have worn since my branding and wider too. Next he fits a new cock ring much thicker than the other. This too is of gold and again very heavy. Then a new cock cage. The new ring makes my cock and balls project far more prominently than they had before. Wrist and ankle cuffs are now fitted and closed with locks. A gold chain is fastened between the rings that pierce my nipples. Finally another gold chain carrying a disk with my lot number is hung about his neck. I know that the moment of my sale to a master who will own me is fast approaching. The prospect makes me shudder. I am dreading being made to display myself naked on the sales block but I know there is no point in resisting.
In the yard Master Farook is waiting. He inspects each of us as we leave the building, checking the smoothness of our skin, lifting our balls and ordering us to bend and spread our buttocks. Then he instructs another overseer to take us to the sales room. This is located at the far end of the yard near the entrance gates. It is an imposing two storied building with two doors and through one of these we are led.
Compared with the yard it is dark inside and it is a while before our eyes adjust to the gloom. Immediately hoods are strapped over our heads so now we can see nothing. There is a short narrow corridor at the end of which are steps leading up to an upper layer. We are led to the bottom of the steps and halted. Wrist cuffs are locked to chains hanging from a bar overhead forcing us to stand perfectly straight. At the front of the line an overseer reclines on a chair, the inevitable whip coiled in his lap. He has made no move at the arrival of a group of slaves and seems to be dozing. Then he suddenly stirs, stands up and walks along our line feeling each of us intimately. He stops by each one and puts his hands on us feeling our caged cocks, balls and buttocks. I feel my balls lifted and squeezed hard and his hands running over my buttocks. The man smiles but says nothing and moves on.
Abdul retraces his steps and climbed up onto the platform and the overseer with the penchant for handling slave boys' cocks, balls and buttocks went down the line removing the neck chains carrying our numbers. These are apparently no longer needed as, with our wrists chained to the bar overhead, our order could not now be changed. I am now fifth in the line with david immediately in front of me.
As the level of hubbub increases I can tell that the room above is rapidly filling. Suddenly a gong sounds and immediately a hush falls over the auditorium. Then Master Farook addresses the crowd.
'Esteemed clients, welcome to the Market of Farook. We have for sale ten new slave boys, all prime specimens as will soon be revealed. May I please remind you of the house protocols and please remember that these slaves are as yet not fully trained; some having been put in chains for the first time not much more than a few weeks ago. You may make your bids only after I have opened the bidding but please make sure you have sufficient funds to match your bid. You may as usual request that the slave adopt certain postures if this has not already been demonstrated but once bidding is open no more requests will be accepted. And for those online the same rules apply. So we shall begin'.
Murmurs of approval rippled round the auditorium and Abdul turned to the overseer standing at the top of the steps leading from below.
'Send up slave number one' He announced.