A Municipal Comfort Station

An Object of Desire 

Part 3 

Written by Jean-Christophe May 2009
Chapter 3: The City. 

Andy moves slowly through the narrow streets towards the centre of the city. Sitting in his rickshaw pulled by a naked and muscular slave, he is followed by Toby leading the three slaves on a chain. The slaves are fastened, one behind the other, by short lengths of chain attached to their neck collars and with their wrists tied behind their backs. On reaching the outer limits of the city, Andy had paused while Toby fitted the slaves with ankle chains; the effect of this is that the slaves now ‘hobble’ rather than walk. Still, Andy considers this restraint is necessary. Unaccustomed as the slaves are to the city, he doesn’t want them taking ‘fright’ and attempting to break away.

Before leaving the farm, Andy had inspected the three slaves to ensure they were properly prepared for valuation. He was pleased with Toby’s efforts in ensuring that his instructions had been carried out. Each slave has had his hair cropped and is cleanly shaven. Their strong, young bodies are clean and coated with oil causing their musculature to shine in the early, morning sunlight. Additionally, Toby had taken it upon himself to trim their pubes back to short stubble to better show off their genitals which are bound with thin, leather straps. This forces their cocks and balls forward into a prominent display. He also denied them food and water overnight and made sure they were ‘flushed out’ to avoid any unpleasant accidents due to nervousness as they are examined by the slavers. Andy praised Toby’s efforts and thanked him before moving off to the slave-dealers.

Despite their fears at the prospect of being sold, the three slaves nevertheless feel a sense of excitement as Toby leads them through the streets of the small, provincial city. They were last in the city six years ago, when the ‘old master’ had bought them at auction and then led them back to his estate five kilometres from the city. Since then, they had been restricted, under pain of death, to the boundaries of their master’s estate. So, the sights, sounds and smells of the city both fascinate and intrigue them. As they are led through the streets, they are the subject of much admiration and comment. Several times their master stops to allow friends and other interested bystanders to examine their bodies and to praise him on the quality of his livestock. The slaves soon became accustomed to the hands sliding over their bodies, manipulating their cocks, hefting and weighing their balls and parting their buttocks to examine and finger their arseholes. Unaccustomed to so such attention, the three slaves soon sport massive erections and their piss-slits glisten with pre-cum. It is only too obvious that they enjoy the attention their bodies are receiving at the hands of such appreciative admirers. Their master, for his part, is hoping that this interest in his slaves will translate into bids when they stand on the auction block.

As they move through the streets into the central square of the city, the slaves are surprised at the crowds thronging the streets. They are surrounded by people hurrying about their business. Everywhere they look they see slaves toiling and, in observing them, they perhaps catch a glimpse of their own futures. They see gangs of municipal slaves, owned by the city council, sweeping and cleaning the footpaths and gutters, whilst other slaves are employed repairing and repaving the roadways; all under the watchful eyes of impatient overseers armed with long, leather whips. And of course, there are the various methods of transport, all powered by slaves, whose role it is to ferry their masters around the city. However, for the slaves, the most disturbing sight is that of a ‘comfort station’; one of many set up and operating throughout the city.

The comfort station consists of a long wooden bench, upon which ten, naked slaves are kneeling with their heads and hands locked into a stock. Their knees are spread wide and are strapped down exposing their puckering holes to public scrutiny. The bench is built at a height that places their heads and arses at a convenient height for either fucking or sucking. As they pass, the slaves see several youths enthusiastically thrusting into some of the unfortunate, straining slaves. The comfort stations are a municipal initiative that caters for the poorer citizens of the city who don’t own slaves; however, the facility is also popular with the city’s businessmen and merchants in need of a quick release from stress. Here, for a nominal fee, they can use a slave’s body in increments of fifteen minutes. Each is carefully supervised by a council employee and two assisting slaves. To ensure hygiene, and after each use, a slave is unfastened, flushed out and re-lubricated. He is then placed in a nearby, holding cage to ‘rest’ until he is next required as a replacement on the bench. The three slaves, used to the sheltered environment of their master’s farm are shocked by this sight and shudder at the thought that they, too, could now be subjected to such an extreme form of slavery.

Andy moves out of the square and down a side street leading to the municipal sale yards. It is here that all livestock, including slaves, from the surrounding farms are sold. At this early hour, the yards are a scene of great activity with farmers delivering their sheep, goats and cattle into the holding pens. As they pass, the slaves see a caged area down one side of the yards. Locked in this cage are fifty, naked slaves due to be auctioned in the afternoon after all the other livestock is sold. They stand dejectedly, and in chains, looking out at the activity as the eager buyers peruse the penned animals on offer. Soon, it will be their turn to be inspected and these slaves will be led out and chained by the ankle to a numbered podium for inspection and examination by potential bidders.

Passing through the stock market, Andy enters through tall wooden gates into a paved courtyard surrounded by high stone walls. There he gives the order for his pony to ‘stop and rest’.

As they enter the courtyard, the trembling slaves pass under a sign reading:

DAVID J MATHESON, SLAVEBROKER

DEALER IN FINE SLAVES

REMEMBER! FOR THAT SPECIAL SLAVE – TALK TO DAVE



To be continued ….