Slaves

“Daniel, I am sorry! But, I must tell you that your appeal has been denied and that you will be hanged before dawn tomorrow”, the lawyer said. “Isn’t there another appeal”, he almost pleaded? “No, my friend. I will see that you receive writing material so that you can communicate with your family. But, there is nothing else I can do”.Daniel numbly thanked him for his work and sat down on the cot in his cell and cried. It was after the evening prayer call in the Turkish prison when the cell door opened and the guard motioned him out. Daniel was terror stricken and the guard immediately sensed this and quickly shook his hand and said, “Ok. It is ok. No hang”. He was led into a small conference room where his lawyer and another man were waiting. “The guard said, “No hang”, “What did he mean”, Daniel quickly asked? His lawyer, Suriman Hajif, motioned for him to take a seat and then said, “This is my friend Fakir. Daniel, Fakir is a trader is human flesh. I am speaking of the slave trade. He has a secret arrangement with the prison in which he obtains condemned men and women to sell as slaves. The morning newspaper will report that you were hanged and you will simply disappear into the darkness of a centuries old custom of slave trading. I cannot promise you a easy life, but life is what I do offer. I am certain that you realize the alternative”. “Look, all I care about is staying alive”, Daniel cried. “Excellent. Then, you agree to become chattel” he said. “What does that mean”? “A slave. Daniel. You consent to become a slave in order to save your life”. “Yes, yes! I do. Just get me out of this damned place”! “Ok. It is a done deal. Do not be alarmed when they come to take you to the gallows; it is a ruse that must be maintained. We will be here to take you away with us shortly after midnight”. Daniel was led back to his cell and the guard said, “Very good. No die. You young, you be okay. Obey always”. Daniel was staring at the wall when the guards came and dragged a fat man out of a cell and down the hall. Daniel listened as he heard the man screaming to Allah and then the sound that he had heard many times - the gallows trap door opening and the sounds that followed. “I am going to live. I am going to live. I am going to live”, he kept repeating to himself as he sat there in the Turkish prison. It was after the lights were turned out when the guard returned and motioned him out.

He was led into the execution chamber and was immediately relieved to see his lawyer and Fakir waiting. “Go”, said the guard as he opened a side door. The lawyer handed him a fat envelope and then turned to Daniel and said, “Strip”.

Daniel hesitated just a second and Fakir came at him bellowing in Turkish.

“Obey. You are now a slave and you will obey. I assume that you would prefer me to take the money back and watch you hang. Daniel, I am prepared to do that. The choice is yours. Now, get those clothes off”! Daniel quickly obeyed and then stood before the men stark naked. “On your knees”, Sulimen ordered. Daniel dropped to his knees and had a leather collar with a large “O” ring in the front buckled on his neck and the buckle secured by a small padlock. It was then that

Fakir stepped in front of him and unzipped his pants and produced a erect cock. Daniel closed his eyes and opened his mouth. “Get used to being used, slave”, the lawyer said as the obese Turk pumped Daniel’s mouth. Finally, the man grunted and climaxed across the naked boy’s lips. “Stand up and follow me”, the lawyer ordered as he attached a chain to the collar.

Daniel was led naked out of the prison into a dimly lit alley. A van door was opened and he was forced inside. “You may wonder why you aren’t in chains. Ask yourself how long a naked, white, boy wearing a slave collar would last in a Turkish city. I promise you that chains will become part of your life before long”, he laughed.

Daniel sat on the floor as the van with the two men in front sped away. “We will be where we are going in about three hours. There is a bucket under the seat for you to relieve yourself in. Try and sleep because tomorrow will be a long day for you”. Daniel finally was able to sleep for a short time before the van stopped. The sun was just rising as the door opened and he was helped out. “This is where we part company”, Hajif said as he handed the chain to Daniel’s collar to a dark-skinned man. Daniel was led inside a large building and taken into what appeared to be a large bathroom. He didn’t understand the words the man said but seen that he wanted him to sit up on a table. He yelled something and three men appeared and started attending to Daniel. His shoulder length blond hair was buzzed away with clippers and then his head was shaved bald. Next, he was placed flat on his back, his legs spread and his pubic hair removed. Daniel couldn’t help it as he felt himself getting an erection as his crotch and balls with coated with a warm lather.

The men talked and laughed as they went about their business. The man with the razor was quick and Daniel was soon as smooth as a ten year old boy. The other two concentrated on grooming his nails. Another man appeared and inspected their work and pointed to the hair on Daniel’s legs and arms. They quickly applied a thick smelly gel all over his body - even his dick, balls, and the crack of his ass.

He caught sight of himself in a mirror as he was toweled off - bald, bare, and with a raging erection. The man returned and spoke to Daniel in heavily accented English, “Hands behind your neck and legs spread”, he ordered. Daniel obeyed and the man examined his naked body. “You will fetch a good price”, he said as he caressed the boy’s cock and balls. “Now, come with me”, he said as he attached a leash to Daniel’s collar. Several men whistled at Daniel and twice he felt hands slap his ass as he was led naked through winding corridors to a large cell with another young man inside. “No masturbation, or boy-boy sex. Do so and you will be punished”, the man said. Daniel nodded and was pushed inside.

“Hi my name is Jon. I hope you speak English”. “I do. My name is Daniel”. They talked for a long time and found their stories to be the same. “It was the Casablanca Café”, Jon said. “Yes, I believe that was where the narcotics were placed in my things; likely when I used the restroom”. “It was a set up and I believe that it was all planned to bring us to where we are today - slaves”, Daniel said. Jon told him that he had been there for a few days. “The guy who speaks English is talking about an auction. I imagine that we are to be sold”. Later that night many more naked men arrived, some in chains. “This doesn’t look good”, Daniel said. The two were fed breakfast and bathed again before being led into what seemed to be a machine shop where they were fitted for leg irons. The English speaking man came and introduced himself, “I am Turan Batur. I will take you two to the market in a few minutes and you will be sold. I wish both of you to be erect. So, please, get yourself hard”. They looked at one another and back at him”. “Play with yourself!

I want you hard”, he growled. They started rubbing their cocks as he stood there and watched. The leather collars were removed and replaced with padded steel ones with rings in front and back. Jon’s collar was then connected to Daniel’s by a heavy chain. “I intend to sell you as a pair”, Turan announced. He attached a chain to Jon’s collar and led the two out into the dusty street. Howls of delight greeted them as the crowd seen the two naked white boys being led in chains down their busiest street. “Stop and let me whip them”, pleaded a man holding a bamboo cane.

“They will be whipped enough where they are going. This I assure you”. This was followed by gleeful laughter. Daniel was second in line and felt his ass being smacked by children as the rushed up. It might have been the embarrassment of being paraded naked in public or something else but both of the teenage boys were sporting huge erections. Turan Batur noticed and praised them, You are the most handsome pair I have gotten from the prison yet. You are going to make me and my brother Fakir a lot of money”. He had barely finished speaking when Daniel let out a cry as a small strap caught his right ass cheek. “I wish I had time to have you both flogged. It would please these people greatly. Infidels need whipped and we have a long tradition of dealing with white male slaves”.