The Life of Koru, Chapter 74
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Mazo was brought to the slave market in the most humiliating way, yoked together with another unruly slave called Cheeser and with his arms tied behind his back. Sir Jared dragged the yoke behind his horse with a rope and the fact that he insisted to go to the market himself instead of sending an overseer to do it shows how angry he was about Mazo's betrayal. Sir Jared would have never imagined that an obedient and well-behaved slave like Mazo would spy on him and report everything to Mrs. Faraja. Where did he get the guts to do this? Not only did Mazo put Sir Jared in a very embarrassing and dangerous situation (having to face Mrs. Faraja's jealousy tantrum), but he also shattered Sir Jared's self-image as an imposing slave owner who is never disobeyed by his slaves. Mazo behaved like a really BAD boy and he needed to be punished. Spending the rest of his life toiling in a sulfur mine with his prick locked up in a cock cage sounded like the perfect punishment.
It was the first hour of the afternoon and the slave market was full to the brim, a chaotic blend of well-dressed Black merchants or buyers, and naked sweaty koru. The koru were treated like domesticated animals on display. They paraded in front of the buyers who grabbed their arms and legs to gauge their muscles. Some buyers liked to punch the chests and abs they were seeing to test their strength, while others liked to tease either the cocks or the nipples. The slaves had to respond positively to all this groping, by standing tall and proud, otherwise they would be punished by the whip.
Mazo felt tickled by the touch of the strangers. He flexed his muscles and thrust his pelvis forward, letting them play with his cock, he opened his mouth showing his strong white teeth, he even lifted his legs when they wanted to see his thick soles, which had never worn shoes a day in his life.
"Now that's a mighty animal!" one of the viewers exclaimed.
"Well, I am selling him to a sulfur mine because of his bad behavior!" Sir Jared said.
"Damn! What did he do?" the viewer asked.
"Mazo, tell them what you did, boy! Come on!" Sir Jared asked Mazo.
Mazo hesitated a second then said:
"Suhs, I'se betrayed muh Massa here standin', suhs! I'se betrayed him, suhs! I'se a vile betrayur, suhs!"
"Wow!" the viewer said.
"Filthy koru! Always betraying!" another viewer said.
"I'm not buying betrayers!" a third one said. "How about the other one?" he said pointing to Cheeser.
"I'se killed... a koru..." Cheeser grunted with a raspy ominous voice.
"Damn, they are both filth!" the viewer said.
"As I said, I am not selling them to you, I am selling them to a sulfur mine, but you are still free to kick their asses!" Sir Jared said.
This is the moment when Mazo felt a boot on his ass propelling him forward together with Cheeser, as many other boots followed in a flurry of kicking.
"On your knees! Crawl! Crawl, slaves!" the crowd erupted.
Mazo had to bear the suck. He was moving close to the ground, prostrated under his heavy yoke and on his knees, coordinating his moves with those of Cheeser. When the whips started hitting him over his back, he gritted his teeth and answered:
"I'se deserve it, suhs! I'se a vile betrayur!"
"Yes you are, you shitty fucker! And soon you will work in a mine!" Sir Jared said. "But before that, I will have your prick caged so that you never dare to masturbate again!"
"Did this unruly boy masturbate without permission?" a Black gentleman asked Sir Jared.
"Of course he did! He jerked off like the degenerate monkey he is while watching a distinguished Black lady at the balcony! Isn't it so, boy?"
"I did it, suhs! I wuz tempted, suhs!" Mazo said.
"Bad boy!" the Black gentleman said with disdain.
"Dirty ape!" other viewers commented.
"Suhs, I'se deserve to have muh cock locked!" Mazo said with true remorse in his voice.
"So you are happy that this will happen to you, boy?" one viewer asked.
"Yessuh, because I'se guilty!" Mazo said.
"Hah!" the viewer laughed. "This boy will never get to fuck again or touch his cock for masturbation!"
"True poetic justice!" someone else said. "Look how large his cock is! I am pretty sure that he has drove it a lot in and out of every hole he could find! It's time for this to stop! It's time to cage this monster cock!"
"Cage it! Cage it!" other viewers yelled.
Mazo started sobbing. He never knew he was caring so much about his penis. But he was aware that the punishment was right and he had to accept it like a brave koru.
"Aww... the piggy is crying? Boo-hoo, pig!" somebody laughed in his face.
"Sorry, suhs!" Mazo said. "Sorry for cryin', suhs! The punishment is right, suhs!"
"Koru slaves only care about their cocks, that's why they cry when they are locked!" Sir Jared said.
Slowly but surely, Mazo managed to crawl to one of the blacksmith's workshops that activated in the slave market. Here koru workers prepared all sorts of chains and cuffs, brands and fetters, reins and horseshoes.
"One cock cage for this boy!" Sir Jared shouted.
"Yessuh! Lie on the ground, boy!" the blacksmith told Mazo.
Mazo chased away all shyness and placed himself confidently on the ground, ready to take the punishment.
"That's a big one!" the blacksmith said taking Mazo's cock in his hand. "Ye want a standard cage, suh?"
"Standard or smaller!" Sir Jared said. "I want no mercy for this boy!"
"No mercy for me, suhs! No mercy for me, suhs!" echoed through Mazo's brain.
"What did you say, boy?" the blacksmith asked Mazo with a harsh tone.
"Umm... nuffin', boss blacksmith suh! I'se didn't want to interrupt, suh!"
"Then shut up, you dimwit! I'se puttin' this cage on yer cock!"
Mazo felt the icy cold iron cage touching his skin. It made his cock shrivel in fear like never before. He felt very vulnerable.
"It's a permanent cage, suh! The boy will not be able to remove it!" the blacksmith told Sir Jared.
"Good!" Sir Jared said.
Later that day, Sir Jared took Mazo and Cheeser to a merchant who sent former plantation slaves to a sulfur mine.
The merchant couldn't take his eyes off the two slaves. Mazo was tall and perfectly built, with brown hair and handsome German features. Cheeser was shorter and very tanned, a brutish devilish Latino dog. They made an interesting pair, however it was in the merchant's interest to bargain.
"They have good physiques for work in the mine. I wonder if they are mentally prepared for what awaits them there!" he said.
"Oh, yes they are, aren't you, boys?" Sir Jared said.
The slaves went on their knees begging the merchant to buy them.
"Suh, we guarantee to be good slaves in the mine, suh! We hard-workin', suh! Please, suh! Buy us, suh!" Mazo said.
"Still, I don't think these specimens are worth more than 80 shillings!" the merchant said.
"100!" Sir Jared said.
"90!" the merchant said.
"Deal!" Sir Jared said.
And so Mazo and Cheeser were sold.