Yokedboiz

An Odd Sort of Day

edited by Maiocxx

The High Court judge looked at the frightened, pale-faced, wan-looking, youth in the dock; as he addressed him. "Boy, do you have anything to say before I pass sentence?"

The body of the juvenile delinquent quaked; his whole frame trembled, and with quivering lips; he stammered and spluttered his reply. "If it please Your Honour, Sir? When I was a little lad, I was playing by the canal. I fell in and would have drowned for I cannot swim. Perchance a man happened to be passing by and saw me in my plight. Without a thought for his own safety he jumped into the icy waters and saved me. Sir, that man was you! Please Sir, you saved me once, won't you save me again, PLEASE?"

"Young man, on that day I was your savior. Today I am your judge! By the powers that are vested in me, I hereby pass sentence. You will be taken from this place; to a place of lawful enslavement sales. There you are to be sold into slavery. You will be held in custody until the next slave market day and sold by auction unto the highest bidder."

ME !?

I am Hermophadeas Bentley Bence Benson. I am incredibly wealthy and live in a great mansion with many slaves. They work my land; labour in my mills and pamper my every wish and whim. No, I do not rule with a rod of iron. Most of the time I am kind, considerate, loving, caring, thoughtful and accommodating for all my slaves. However, they do know that I can be callous, unpleasant, unpredictable, and unstable with uncontrollable temper.

Sometimes a wave or urge seems to come over me. I will change into a wicked, cruel tyrant. I am not able to explain why this should happen. You do not understand me? No, I do not understand myself. It is this uncanny uncertainty that they all fear and keeps them calm, quiet, cringing, pliable, obedient, compliant, and subservient. No one likes a volcanic eruption!

Two years or so ago, as I was in town, I decided to go into the slave market, just to see what articles, commodities and items that may be on offer. Walking around there was all the usual things, sights, sounds and smells as you would expect. What a shock! A boy I knew was for sale. A local loathsome lout: lean, lithe, lanky, lonesome lad. It seemed irresistible to inspect and examine the youth. To be honest, I liked the teenager. He was from a poor family. I had felt sorry for him and on numerous occasions either given him cash or an odd job to earn some money; such as wipe my shoes over. I had also met his younger brother, Giles. Likewise I had given him things in the past to help him out, and his family.

I exclaimed in surprise and shock. "Stephen! What has happened: Why are you here for sale in the slave market?" He immediately burst into tears and lamented. "Oh please Sir, I beg of you, do have mercy upon me and purchase me. I know you have a good heart and will not be too hard on me nor cruel to me. You will be a good master, and I promise to be a good slave, an obedient, faithful, loyal boy for you. PLEASE buy me at auction. PLEASE!"

Stephen told me the long story of how he was now in this predicament. How, because of the poverty the family were in he turned to crime. Now they were destitute. I gave a couple of grunts and gave him a thorough examination. The inspection pleased me well. Although at this moment in time his body was malnourished and emancipated, I could see that with a good diet, exercise and discipline, he would blossom and flourish and develop into an incredibly beautiful specimen of a perfect pleasure slave. I assured him that if I did make a purchase it would NOT be an easy life for him. The relationship between us would indeed be that of a harsh severe master and his common worthless slave. There could not be, nor would there be, any thought of friendship between us.

Well I bought him that day, two years ago. I have trained him and disciplined him to my liking. I have not been disappointed. You have never set eyes on a more beautiful and delightful specimen of a perfect youth than what this lad is today. Money and time well spent or should I say invested. During the time I have owned Stephen, I have sent several gifts to the family to help them out. But they were not sent by Stephen. He has not seen or had contact with his family from that day to this. Obviously, his parents know where he is because of the things that I have sent them over this period of time.

This morning, everything suddenly and unexpectedly dramatically changed. Everything! Life would never be exactly the same for either of us again.

Perchance I was in the garden when I saw young Giles walking up the drive. He beamed all over his little face. He was full of enthusiasm and joy. I was about to shout angrily at him with a tirade of abuse and threats. However his impish grin and thrill at finding me, plus his innocence and pleasure, were too much for me. I was defeated even before I started.

He greeted me politely and apologized for invading my privacy. He assured me that he had come without his parent's knowledge or consent. However, he knew his brother Stephen was here as a slave. Even so, please could he have permission to see his brother for a short while? He pulled a few coins out of his pocket and offered to pay for the time lost. I explained that he no longer had a brother called Stephen. Stephen was just a subhuman, an animal that I owned. It was a chattel, an item that I happened to own.

Those huge brown eyes filled with tears and the soft brown cheeks became wet with tears. The corners of his mouth dropped and his lips quivered.

"Giles," I mumbled, "Your brother promised me he would be a good slave, and he has kept his word. Yes, he deserves a visit from you, come on then." Giles immediately ran up to me and hugged and kissed me with a great outburst of appreciation and thanks. I took the little lad up in my arms and enjoyed the salty taste of his tears on my lips and tongue.

The two boys met, embraced and wept profusely for a time. I left the room and told them to enjoy each others company until I came back. On my return I could hear laughter and enjoyment in the room. Then the 'grey mist' descended upon me. My mood changed and so did my personality. Perhaps it was because they both seemed happy and I could not cope with that. I entered the room and looked sternly at Stephen. He had already dropped onto his knees with his nose on the carpet. He froze silently in that posture.

"Well, little man," I said to Giles, "would you like your big brother Stephen to take you home?"

"Oh, yes please! Will he be allowed to come in with me and see mum and dad, and stay with us for a bit?"

"No, I am very sorry, that is completely out of the question. As I have already told you, he is a common slave now. He is not to be regarded as a human being anymore. Now come on, you can prepare him and equip him to take you home in the cart. You would like that wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes please! What do I have to do?"

"Well if he's taking you home in a cart like a little pony, then he is a pony-boy slave. He must then be attired like a little pony and treated as such. You must make sure he knows that you are the master and he must submit to you and obey you in all things."

The thought of being in charge of his bigger brother really appealed to little Giles. The thought of getting his own back. Yes, the times he had been bullied and hit by Stephen. The times he had to do things for him. Huh! What about when it was big brother's turn to do the washing up, but Giles had been made to do it. Yes, the thought of revenge was really sweet and appealing. The youngster got quite excited and danced up and down.

"Yes please! Yes please! Yippee! What do I have to do? THANKS, yes let's go for it!"

"Well, first calm down and don't get so excited. Anyone would think you relished the thought of humiliating your big brother and that you would get joy and pleasure in having dominion over him."

"Well! So I do, when you consider how Stephen used to treat me when we were at home together. I always just meekly accepted it, but now the thought of getting even with him really appeals to me."

"Ok. Firstly give the slave the order to keep quiet and kneel before you. You need to have easy and full access to his head for the start."

Giles looked at his big brother Stephen who stood with his gaze lowered standing meekly and naked before him. Now, completely under his power, and as passive as putty. What a pitiful sight. However, mercy and compassion were far from the emotions of Giles now. I handed Giles the riding crop. I then instructed him.

"Giles, you must be firm and decisive. The least hesitation or reluctance shown by this slave that you USED TO KNOW as your brother, Stephen: you must lay into him with the riding crop. It is a question of being cruel to be kind. One, he will expect that. Two, it is the only way he will learn to be an obedient submissive slave. Now, instruct it to kneel passively and submissively at your feet. Do NOT address it as Stephen. You must only address it as SLAVE! Remind it that is a slave now under your control and that you will not accept or tolerate the least disobedience or reluctance to comply with your wishes. Inform it that it is not allowed to speak or make any noise. He does actually already know that, but as an act of kindness you can remind it. Now, instruct it to kneel before you, and then give it a few lashes so that it knows you mean business and are not playing games or being a kid brother."

Giles stared into the face of Stephen. Stephen looked sadly back into the eyes of his little brother Giles. They appealed for sympathy, compassion, mercy and leniency. ALL in vain, Giles was not going to miss this chance of being 'The Big Man in charge', as well as getting a little of his own back.

Giles took a few deep breaths, and swung the riding crop through the air rapidly with a menacing whoosh. He then took a very deep breath and shouted at Stephen at the top of his voice.

"SLAVE! Kneel here at my feet, NOW! You are now under my control and you do as I say, RIGHT!" Then Giles laid into him with the riding crop; whipping him across the chest, arms, buttocks, legs and back. Stephen dropped immediately and meekly to his knees. Stephen's whole frame shook with shock: His muscles trembled with pain: His lips quivered with emotion: He quaked with fear.

Giles then turned to me. "What do I do now?"

"Instruct it to stay still there while we collect the necessary equipment."

"SLAVE, STAY!"

Stephen froze like a rock on the spot. We went out to one of the outbuildings and collected a selection of harnesses, chains, bridles, bits, blinkers, reins, ornaments to attach in various places and collars. We returned to find the cringing slave boy as we had left him. I informed Giles that despite Stephen's hard life and harsh discipline, he was in excellent good health and his skin in perfect condition and muscle tone was perfect. No way must this be damaged or impaired. I invited the little lad to feel and inspect and prove for himself, that what I said was correct.

The small boy approached the kneeling slave boy, until the slave's nose touched his abdomen. His little hands started to grope and smooth their way all over the passive wretch on its knees before him. Giles's dainty little fingers slipped gently like a comb through the soft smooth clean silky hair of his brother. This happened several times; it appeared that both children were enjoying it. The bigger lad closed his eyes to enjoy the comfort of a loving gentle caress by his sibling. Giles had strange feelings in his body that he was enjoying, that up until now he had not been conscious of. There was a tingling in his curl of a penis. It started to grow bigger, longer, rounder and stiff. It became uncomfortable as it became compressed in his pants.

"Giles," I said, "You carry on with what you are doing. As I have already said, this animal is in tip top prime condition. I intend to keep it that way. Thus before we go, I will get other slaves to come and wash it and oil it before we take it out onto the road with all that heat, dust and grime out there. It is not very often it goes outside, so I do not want it to burn its skin in the sun."

It only took me a few moments to go down to the basement and give the relative instructions for what needed to be done. When I returned to the room I stood quietly in the doorway to watch what was going on. There would obviously be a few minutes while the slaves came up to wash and anoint Stephen before we got him ready to be fixed in his attire to pull the cart.

Giles moved his hands from Stephen's hair and was now smoothing his face gently. Then he fondled the ears. The slave's penis also wanted to have an erection but was not able to do so because of the cock cage and its painful restrictions. The soft of the neck was now being stroked. Both the brothers were fully enjoying this very much. Indeed there were soft moans and groans of pleasure. Stephen winced as Giles moved his hands to gently stroke the soft, smooth, slender, undeveloped arms of his older brother. As the little hands rubbed and then prodded the welts he had made on the silky pure white skin. Even so he remained passive and still.

Next the torso was examined to see what damage had been inflicted there. The whipping marks were so very prominent where the riding crop had struck on the ribs that protruded on the thorax. On the abdomen they were more uniform in colour and depth. Of course as the slave never ever wore any clothes all the skin was the same pure snowy white all over. Giles again started to fondle and play with the rings in the nipples and nose. Again he started to smile, smirk and take pleasure in twisting the rings and watch the passive, submissive slave grimace, meekly and quietly before him. The younger sibling rubbed his fingers over the fresh cane marks on the tender white flesh of the slave boy.

I then interrupted by informing Giles that other slave boys were now coming to wash Stephen and to anoint him all over to keep his young body healthy and maintain healthy skin on the soft tender animal. They would also ensure that he had a good drink of cool water before enduring the strenuous job that was before him. With that they entered the room.

"X" I shouted at the slave boy upon its knees. He instantly jumped to his feet. Eyes straight in front of him; and spread eagled himself as a capital letter "X". He stood passively in that position as his collar was removed. Then, every single part of his body was thoroughly washed, rinsed and dried. Then he was completely drenched in olive oil. {Mess on the floor did you say? Well yes of course there is now. The slaves will have to have that completely cleared up before we return from taking Giles home.}

"Right then Giles," I said, "Let's get organized and take you home before your mum starts to wonder where you are. Get that creature to kneel before you like you did earlier"

The pony boy slave's arms were beginning to shake as it was becoming impossible to maintain that posture. "Shall I cane it again for wobbling its arms without permission?" Asked Giles. "Just inform it that it has been disobedient and will be punished for it later. Advise the animal we shall be noting all acts of defiance and disobedience and retribution will be administered later. If is really good from now and until it returns home with me later, it may have a measure of remission." {Giles then did his best to recite all that.}

Giles then shouted, "Kneel before me you animal, NOW!"

Immediately, the older lad dropped to his knees in front of his younger sibling.

"Right Giles, my lad. That is very good!" I informed the child. "Now, the first thing we must do is to insert the correct bit into the animal's mouth. You must inspect the inside of the creature's mouth to ensure it is healthy. No ulcers or sores inside the mouth. Are the teeth clean? Have these slave boys responsible for cleaning and grooming the animal properly done a thorough good job of it. If not they will have to be lambasted immediately."

Giles put the heel of his left hand on the pony boy's mandible. Then, with the finger and thumb of his right hand took hold of the ring in the septum of the nose of Stephen. Giles grinned from ear to ear as he gave a very sharp twist and upward tug of the ring as at the same time a downward thrust on the jaw. A slight trickle of blood started to flow from the nostrils, but was ignored. The mouth was now stretched open to its maximum capacity. The small little fingers now entered into the cavity, {Or should that be cavern!} the digits felt around the gums; over and under the tongue. Then onto the soft pallet at the rear of the mouth. Instantly the slave boy gagged and convulsed. Giles removed his fingers fearing they would be covered in vomit.

"You were not given permission to do that!" Giles snapped. "That is the second act of willful disobedience. You wobbled your arms just now without permission; now this insolence of presumption! That is two lots of punishment that you deserve."

I then informed Giles that he would have to replace his fingers in the mouth to establish how far a bit could go back in the mouth without causing such a violent result. This was duly done. Then I showed Giles the bits and asked him to choose one of suitable length and width. This he did. It was quite a large one. When fully inserted, although it did not go back too far, it would fill the front of the mouth to full capacity and also extend the cheeks to their maximum ability to stretch. Giles laughed oafishly at the thought of that. "Great fun!" He chuckled.

He again took hold of the ring in the poor pony slave boy's nostril septum: pulled upwards forcing the head back. The mandible dropped open. Giles put his little digits into the mouth of the frightened wretch and forced it open as wide as possible. With the one hand he pulled the lips back on one side, then pushed and shoved till one end of the bit was fully into one cheek. That was relatively easy. However, to get the other side in was indeed a work of art. As the object was being forced into the orifice, the lips had to be carefully eased up and over and around the gag. Eventually it was in. The mouth was open, but fully encased within the bit. Both cheeks bulged with the contents of this foreign body that had been unceremoniously forced in.

The cross member at the front of the mouth had a big brass ring at each end for the reins to be attached. There was also a stout leather strap for keeping the bit fixed firmly in the animal's mouth. Having said that, it would have been impossible to have spit it out, or for it to have fallen out. Giles beckoned with his hand for Stephen to lower his head. He obeyed instantly. Giles fastened it tightly to the back of the pony boy's head. Giles then lifted the head. {Needless to say the centre of the bit had a large opening so that the slave pony boy could get quite sufficient air when labouring under a heavy burden or running at speed.} The creature's eyes were filled with tears. The eyes pleaded for mercy, pity, compassion and grace. However, none was forthcoming.

With great glee and a glimmer of a sly smile, the younger sibling selected a 'hood' to be placed on the upper part of the victim's head. He giggled like a silly little school girl as he selected quite a complicated piece of equipment.

The leather hood fitted comfortably over the top of the head; something similar in style to a bathing cap. On the top was a very ornate large brass "T". From the top of the "T" was a plume of pretty feathers. On the two arms of the "T" were fixed brass bells that would tinkle with every movement of the head. The sides came down over the ears and were heavily padded. This greatly impaired the ability to hear. The front came down over the cheek bones covering both eyes. However it was divided in the centre for the nose to protrude. Even so a narrow piece of leather came under the nostrils and over the top lip.

The hood had two bulges over the eyes. Thus there was no pressure on the eye balls themselves. In the centre of each of these bulges was an opening for the animal to see where it was going. However the opening could be, adjusted according to the fancy or fad of the owner. The slave could be in absolute blackness or partial sight depending on the aperture of the opening. Giles thoroughly enjoyed taking his time in fixing this piece of equipment. He adjusted the aperture for total darkness. Stephen was now effectively blind with very limited hearing.

Giles was really enjoying this and laughed heartily. The little lad put his fingers in the brass rings where the reins were to be attached. He twisted, pulled and rotated the head this way and that, round and about and up and down.

The pony boy slave's arms hung down by the side of his body, limp and lank. The muscles of the upper arm as yet showed no signs of enlarging or developing. Now and again with some of the jerking, jarring, movements of the head, the fingers did twitch a bit. At the back of the hood hung a thick broad leather strap, or belt, that hung down to just beneath the shoulder blades.

I instructed the joyful small boy what to do next. He was to stand at the rear of the kneeling boy and take hold of the two arms to be brought together behind his back. The arms were to be bent gently, or twisted carefully behind his back. When this was done a short heavy chain was then attached to the two cuffs around the slave boys' wrists. Easy enough to accomplish! Next pressure was applied to raise the arms up the back and attach them to the belt that came down the spine to about level with the scapula.

In order to accomplish this, the slave boy was pushed forward face down. The little chap then sat on the mat in front of the hapless victim. One foot was placed on each shoulder of the slave; then the chain, with the help of another belt threaded around the chain was pulled to lever the arms further up the back. Once the arms were correctly positioned, somewhere about the eighth and ninth thoracic vertebrae; I fixed them firmly in place for Giles as, if he released the pressure from the two upper limbs, they would have moved back down to a more comfortable position as a natural reflex which was unavoidable. The positioning had to be checked as to ensure it did not interfere with the blood supply, nor trap or compress any of the nerves. Poor shoulder blades looked as if they would tear through the skin. Once this was done, Giles took hold of the ring in the nose and pulled upwards so that the wretch would understand it was now to stand upright upon its feet.

I then instructed a couple of the other slave boys to bring fresh water and oil, as I decided to release the creature's penis from its cock cage. The organ was to be released, thoroughly washed, cleansed then anointed with oil. On being freed from its compressed housing, it immediately sprang to life. Giles stood amazed as he saw the size it had grown to. I gave him permission to touch it. "Smooth it gently," I said, "and carefully fondle the testicles. Some masters hit them there, but I never do. Injury to the scrotum can cause cancer; we do not want that to happen do we?" Giles touched the genitals and penis. Stephen's buttocks quickly responded by tensing and thrusting his pelvis forward. "Right, stop! That will do." I interjected.

I began to feel a little bit sorry and sympathetic for my poor little slave boy. After all he was still only a young lad. I took hold of his head and shouted near his padded ear slowly and clearly. "You know what is going to happen. When you have been fully kitted up, you are going to be harnessed to a cart and you will take your brother home. However, as you have already been disobedient and defiant, in that you have moved without permission you are to be punished. Bearing in mind that you are being distracted by your brother here with you, I am not going to give you the full thrashing that you have merited. Once outside in the yard; you must stand and have five lashes with the whip. If you fall to the ground during this discipline you will be given a further seven lashes. In kindness your penis has been freed. If you are really very good and do not offend anymore while we are out: on our return I will get one of the other slave boys to suck you off before your cock cage is re-fitted. Did you hear and understand all that?" He nodded that he did.

Next a thick leather collar looking like an ornate fat sausage was secured around his neck. This was as practical as anything else, in that it would support the neck and prevent the head from being pulled or rotated too far in any direction causing damage to the cervical vertebrae. The collar had several brass rings on front, back and sides. Plus various badges and emblems to enhance the ornamentation of the implement. The miserable wretch rose to its feet as the ring in the nose was pulled upwards. A beautiful gold colour chain was then selected and the two ends were attached to the two nipple rings. The chain arched down to the bottom of the Sternum. Various ornaments and bells were then attached along the chain for decoration purposes. The bells would jingle and tinkle as the animal jogged along the roads.

Now we were almost ready for the road. Giles grinned from ear to ear as he threaded a long piece of narrow leather through the ring in Stephen's nose. Then taking up the slack, Giles led Stephen out into the yard.

The pony slave still being in absolute total blackness, had to put all his confidence into the lad leading him. The apertures on the hood were still closed completely. I instructed Giles to be very careful. I did not want the slave pony boy to stumble. That perfect, soft, silky, smooth white skin was not to be damaged or grazed. The marks of whip lash or riding crop were acceptable, as long as the skin was not broken. The little boy did indeed respect the need for caution and compassion to his brother in measure and gently and kindly maneuvered the slave with care and consideration.

I told Giles, if he and Stephen, did everything well this afternoon I would allow him to come and see his brother again and allow them both a couple of hours of complete freedom to enjoy themselves together. However it would depend upon both of the boys conduct.

Giles thanked me profusely. He also told me that Stephen had suggested to him that he should work hard at school and get a good job and earn good wages and perhaps at a later date may be able to redeem him. Somehow, I felt moved with compassion at such tenderness. I lifted the youngster into my arms and embraced him. "Yes, all right I will make you a promise. If you are a good lad at school and do well; do your best. If your brother continues to be a good, submissive, obedient, slave boy as he is these days. If you're both excellent in your behavior, conduct and responsibilities: Well yes, I promise to give you the first right to redeem your brother from slavery. Note, my promise is conditional for both of you. With the padding around the ears of the hood on the slave pony, he will not have heard what we said, so you will have to explain it to him on your next visit."

The little lad hugged me tightly; filled with joy and wonderment that he had struck such a wonderful agreement and covenant with me. He was absolutely delighted. When I put him down he immediately tried to share the good news with his brother. It was futile as he could not hear. I took hold of the lead myself and increased the speed of pace which made it even more impossible to share the good news.

As we approached the coach house to get the cart, we stopped by two short posts that were driven into the ground. I instructed Giles to halt the slave pony boy between the two posts. He did this perfectly. As yet the reins were not attached to the bit and bridle, so with the odds and ends of leather strapping I had in my hands, I gave two pieces of strapping to the little lad and told him to spread the victim's legs wide so that they could be tied to the two stakes. The little lad eagerly complied with the instructions. Now, in a very short space of time, the pony slave boy looked like an upturned "Y" I could not resist softly and gently smoothing the slender, lithe little slave boys sumptuous, body all over. So meek, passive and submissive in his secure state, attached to the stakes. I put my mouth to his ear and raising my voice, clearly told him that he was about to be whipped for his punishment. Not that he needed to be told; for he would have gathered that when his legs were secured.

I advised him he would be given five lashes. If he fell to the ground he would receive a further seven strokes. He deserved more. However, if he behaved himself perfectly for the remainder of the day he would be left off the amount he truly deserved. Plus, on his return he would be sucked off. I gently caressed his testicles and fondled his penis. He groaned and wriggled with sheer delight and ecstasy.

I then stood behind him. Taking the whip in my hand, I did a few practice movements with it and made it crack nicely. Of course, Stephen did neither see that nor hear it. I was now ready for the first lash. I stood astride with a good balance. The first stroke was a brilliant stroke, spot on target. It caught him nicely across those perfectly snow white undersides of his skinny arms twisted around behind his back. CRACK!

There was a kind of scream and screech of pain. He writhed, twisted, shook, quivered, moaned and groaned in pain and agony. His knees bent and buckled and I was sure that he was going to go down. No, he was man enough and had the strength, stamina and sense to stay on his feet. Every sinew, tendon and muscle in that beautiful slender, tender, lithe, skinny, glistening, shimmering boy's body went into spasm. He clenched his fists tightly and spread his hands and fingers wide in quick succession. Each ligament in every limb pulled and strained at the restraints in order to be freed to lesson or get comfort from the agony that was being suffered and endured.

Those gentle soft arms that reminded me of snow settling on twigs during winter, immediately started to swell and bruise. Oh dear, I thought to myself, hope I have not done any serious or permanent damage there. Especially did not want to leave any permanent markings. I waited for the pony slave boy to be come calm again and settle down. Where should I apply the second stroke? I did say five lashes. The boy knew that he would get what I told him he would receive. Slaves must learn, indeed do learn, that the masters word is his bond. This enables them to learn to trust and respect what you say. How can you expect a slave to do its work properly if it does not know if you mean what you say? Well I thought to myself. That lash was high and horizontal. The next one would be low and vertical. I looked at the adorably, perfect shaped leg nearest to me. Thin; yet shapely. I carefully took aim and put everything I had into it: WHACK! Perfectly placed. It brought up a great red welt from about the bottom of the calf to just under the buttock.

I expect you heard the cry and wail where you live. It was really ear piercing! Every leg muscle was taught and how the skin did not tear and break, I do not know. He yanked and pulled to free his leg from the bond, but all his efforts were in vain. Eventually he settled down again so I prepared for the third stroke. SLASH! Right across the small of his back. Again, he attempted to release his arms to alleviate the pain in his lumbar. He arched his back as he writhed and wriggled and wondered what had stung so hard. I feared he would lose his balance but he regained his composure and stood passively awaiting the next lash.

With all the practice I have had over the years it was easy to administer a stroke that perfectly embraced both buttocks. Those snow white cheeks of his moon now had a brilliant scarlet line across them. The gluteus maximus, medius and mininmus went into spasm so tightly I thought they would not relax again. Of course they did after a few moments. The final stroke was on his other leg, with the same effects as before.

We waited for him to settle and calm down for a few minutes.

Then I instructed Giles to release his brother and lead him over to the cart in order to fit him securely in the shafts. The sobbing boy's' whole frame shook with pain and anguish. Giles led the trembling wretch to the coach house. There was a fine four wheeled two-seater light-weight vehicle.

The pony slave boy was turned around and maneuvered into the short shafts. I then instructed the little lad to open the apertures covering the animals' eyes so that he could get accustomed to the light while we fastened him in place. The creature tightly shut its eyes and shook his head as the light suddenly struck his eyeballs.

A stout, soft leather belt was secured around the slave boy pony's waist. On each side there was a heavy brass ring. One large oval ring that could be opened and closed fastened the animal to two corresponding rings in the shafts. Another belt, or strap, fitted comfortably around the shoulders. This was pulled tight. As the shoulders were pulled back, so the chest was forced out to its full extension. A chain was then fastened from each shoulder to the respective shafts. Now, when the instruction was given to pull, both the torso muscles as well as the leg muscles would take the strain.

Of course it is the gluteus maximus muscles that do most of the work during running. That is why they are as large as they are. When walking they do hardly any work at all.

We checked that Stephen's trainers were on his feet comfortably. Made sure all chains straps and fittings were under the correct tension. The reins were safely attached to the bit and also of the correct length for Giles to hold them and control his charge. Good, all in order and ready to go.

Despite a loud shout, "Walk on!" Nothing happened because of course the padded hood prevented the slave boy pony from hearing very well. Giles shook the reins vigorously. With a grunt and a groan, the slave boy leaned forward and took the strain of the cart. We lurched forward, then with a steady pace, came to the end of my driveway and were ready for the road.

"Make sure you give clear instructions of which way to go." I advised the little lad. "This slave knows full well he is not permitted to make any decisions of his own. Yes, he knows the way home perfectly well. We all know that. Remember you had to give him permission to speak to you and look at you, even after you spoke to him first when you came to visit him? Not only that, his vision in impaired because of the blinkers, plus he will not hear if any other traffic is coming. Now, we are coming up to the road; pull back hard on the reins to make it stop."

Giles yanked so hard on the reins I thought Stephen would fall backwards. Mercifully he was wearing the heavy ornamental collar; so that prevented any damage to the cervical vertebrae. We stopped. Nothing was coming on the road, so we pulled out into the road. Giles was full of youthful excitement and energy. He shook the reins vigorously to increase the speed. Nothing happened. That little lad shouted and screamed at the top of his voice: which accomplished nothing. He became hoarse with shouting at the pony. I put my arm around the frustrated child. "You will have to use the whip on it. That is the only thing it will understand."

He picked up the thin fiberglass rod and started to lash and thrash wherever he could make contact. He struck around the shoulders, across the slender, tender white arms folded up and secured on the pony slave boy's back. Likewise the thighs and buttocks came under very severe punishment. All this time I was enjoying the beautiful movement of the limbs and perfect symmetry and synchronized movements of the muscles moving under the skin. As we gained speed the gluteus maximus muscles became fully active and were a real treat to watch. {You probably know that these muscles come into their own while running. When the body is walking they are not really used at all. Their purpose is for running.}

The pony boy heaved his thorax with strenuous heavy breathing. His ribs seemed as if they would burst through the tender youthful skin. With a few hard yanks on the reins to the left and the right, it was not that long and we were outside Little Giles's home.

He ran indoors calling for his parents. I got off the cart at a leisurely speed. Checking first that the breaks were fully on and the cart secured, I followed the little lad indoors. While we were both inside talking to mum and dad, the children from the neighbours houses came out to see. Those who were at school with Stephen came out to see what had become of their old school chum. Likewise the little small children came out to see, stare and wonder as well.

Although Stephen was not able to hear what they said to him, or about him; he could see. They laughed at him, pointed at him and poured ridicule and scorn upon him. A couple of his old friends came up to him and looked him in the eye. Perhaps they did not realize that he could not hear them. Did they feel that he deliberately snubbed them because he did not respond to them? He knew full well that as a slave he dare not do anything for himself. He dare not attempt to communicate with them even if he could. Obviously impossible, with a large bit forced and secured in his mouth, plus the heavily padded hood around his ears.

His old friends started to get fed up with his possibly superior stance of not having anything to do with them. A large group had gathered around him now. One or two of the older boys took hold of his scrotum. They enquired and asked each other when they thought these would or should be amputated and Stephen be transformed into an eunuch. After all, he was not living as a normal human being any more.

Other boys took hold of his penis and fondled it. Without his wishing or wanting it, it was soon engorged with blood and grew to its maximum size. Indeed, it became cyanosed through such stimulation. This was exacerbated by the feeling and conscious awareness of so many hands smoothing, touching and handling of his body all over.

The reins were pulled and yanked this way and that. A little nipper had climbed right up on top of his shoulders. The small hands came down over his eyes and closed the apertures. Stephen was now in complete darkness.

The hands moved to his nose and pulled and twisted the ring in his nose. The hand came over the hole in the centre of the bit. It made breathing difficult. Next a little digit came through the central opening and started to prod and poke his teeth and gums. The youngster realized there was no danger of being bitten. This was followed by the little fists hammering on his nose. It started to bleed. The scarlet stream started to trickle down on to that pure white chest that had been so carefully oiled and glistened in the sun light.

Another pair of hands were simultaneously pulling, tugging and twisting the decorations that hung from the chain that was secured to his nipple rings. Some other child was shaking his head vigorously in order to hear the bells ring on the head gear. Other hands were feeling his calf muscles. More hands were patting, slapping or just handling the buttocks. The whole weight of one child suddenly came upon the reins on the bit. A finger pushed itself into his navel. The whole of the slave boy's body was wet with oil and sweat. Some tried to write their autograph in this moisture. Some of these aggravating brats stuck their gooey, sticky chewing gum onto his skin. I did not want the slave boy damaged so came to its rescue.

I came back out with Giles and his mum and dad. After speaking sharply to the children they left my animal alone. Its penis still stood out proudly and firmly. Precum dripped off the end, but he had not shot his load. I was glad, because I had said if he was a good obedient slave, I would have him sucked off on his return home. He had done his best, and after all he was still only a young boy himself. He must have some encouragement. How awful if a slave should have a mental breakdown through being overwhelmed with too much grief and pressure.

I undid the aperture over his eyes so that he could see. Poor Stephen! The very first thing he saw was his mum. They had eyeball contact. She put her hands gently and lovingly on his soft smooth chest. "My poor, poor Stephen!" she lamented.

She then backed off towards her gate on the footpath. The slave pony boy moved his head and body towards her. By that time, I was safely seated in the cart. I pulled his head away in the opposite direction and smote him hard with the whip. He immediately turned and ran down the road with a very pronounced high step.

Personally I think he was only too pleased and happy to get away from this very emotional and embarrassing situation. We definitely got home quicker than when we went. There was no hassle or trouble on the way home.

We pulled into the yard and I was greeted by two of the house slave boys. They paid homage and respect and I gave orders for the animal to be released from the shafts and brought to me in the lounge. The creature was not to be released from the equipment in the which it was attired. I sat in my favourite armchair. All the slaves were instructed to take their position in a state of cringing around me.

Stephen stood in front of us; dusty and superficially marked from his rough handling from his old friends and companions. He was still in all his pony gear and obviously in great discomfort. His restrained arms moved a little as they sought to be released from their cramped conditions. His eyes were again covered so that he was in complete darkness and blackness.

He was instructed to stand feet astride. We all just gazed and stared at the exquisite nude form arrayed in pony gear that enhanced his great beauty. We just sat and enjoyed the glory that we beheld. Could not help what went through his mind as he stood waiting my pleasure in total darkness and silence.

I then instructed two of the boys to smooth and caress him softly and gently. His penis became engorged with blood; to the extent that it looked cyanosed. One of the slaves was then instructed to suck him off, with the stern warning that if the sucked failed to give full satisfaction or dared to spill any spermatozoa, or stop before the pony slave was sufficiently satisfied, he would be severely whipped. The other lad was then instructed to come and suck me off. I think our orgasms came at the same time.

After we were both finished and I was cleaned up, I ordered Stephen to be taken downstairs and released from everything. He was to be thoroughly cleansed with washing, drying and all comforts and ointments to be applied. Then to be fed and watered. After this was accomplished he was to be returned to me in the lounge. He was brought back to me where he immediately fell on all fours to pay homage and submission.

I bent over and cupped my hands around his face. He looked up with eyes filled with tears. "Good Master," he said with a strong voice, "I know that I should not speak to you without permission. Master, even if you thrash me as I well deserve for speaking as I am. Please allow me to thank you very sincerely from the bottom of my heart with true gratitude for being allowed to see my brother Giles today, and get all the news of my former home and previous family. THANK YOU, Master".

I drew his perfectly proportioned divine body up on top of me. I cuddled him and caressed him. I held him tightly on my chest. He reciprocated as best he could. We then kissed putting our tongues in each others mouths. We both started to cry uncontrollably. After a while I was composed enough to speak rationally, thoughtfully and clearly. I spoke to the delectable specimen that I was enjoying so much.

"Stephen, remember you are my slave boy. Tomorrow I am going to send you away."

"No, Master, please no"

"Tomorrow, I am going to send you back to your old home. Your brother Giles needs an older brother to look after him. You will continue with your education from where you left off. Yet, you will still be my slave. If anyone dares to be unkind to you, or treat you unfairly, you are still my property so you have recourse to come to me and complain. I shall have the legal right to undertake for you whenever it is needed. Come, sleep in my bed with me tonight.

The End