Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 21:06:10 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: DELTA ENTERPRISES, LTD. [Part 1] (Authoritarian)
DELTA ENTERPRISES, INC.
By Bill Smith
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PART I:
MUSCAT:
"THANK YOU FOR YOUR RECENT INQUIRY INTO AVAILABLE
MERCHANDISE AT DELTA ENTERPRISES, LTD. WE WANT TO ASSURE YOU
THAT OUR REPUTATION FOR HIGH QUALITY STOCK, ADEQUATE TRAINING,
DISCREET SALES, AND GUARANTEED RETURN IS WELL DESERVED AND
SHOULD PLAY AN IMPORTANT PART OF YOUR PURCHASING DECISION.
"THE BEST WAY TO MAKE AN INFORMED PURCHASE DECISION IS IN
PERSON AT OUR SHOWCASES WHERE MERCHANDISE CAN BE MINUTELY
INSPECTED AND, IF DESIRED, OFFERED FOR DEMONSTRATION TO SEE IF THE
STOCK WILL MEET ALL OF YOUR EXPECTATIONS PRIOR TO PURCHASE. YOU
MAY CHOOSE TO DO THIS AT YOUR LEISURE AND, REST ASSURED, NO ONE
WILL HURRY YOU IN YOUR DECISIONS. BUT WE DO REQUEST YOU GIVE US AT
LEAST THREE DAYS ADVANCE NOTICE AND A FIRM RESERVED TIME FOR
INSPECTION SO THAT WE CAN HAVE SPECIFIC STOCK THAT MIGHT BEST MEET
YOUR NEEDS READILY AVAILABLE. THESE ADVANCE ARRANGEMENTS ARE
BEST DONE BY PHONE AT OUR TOLL-FREE NUMBER OF 1-800-44SLAVE. DUE
TO THE COSTS OF OUR MERCHANDISE, SUCH ARRANGEMENTS CAN ONLY BE
MADE AFTER CREDIT CLEARANCE HAS BEEN ARRANGED THROUGH OUR
BUSINESS MANAGER, SO IF YOU ARE A FIRST-TIME CUSTOMER, PLEASE
OBTAIN THIS CLEARANCE FIRST THROUGH EXT. 18 (CREDIT OFFICE).
"IF YOU FEEL UNABLE TO MAKE SPECIFIC REQUESTS AT THIS TIME, IT
MAY BE FRUITFUL TO STUDY OUR LATEST CATALOG OF OFFERINGS TO
REVIEW THE VARIETY OF STOCK CURRENTLY AVAILABLE AND PREVAILING
MARKET PRICES. THE CATALOG FEATURES PHOTOGRAPHS OF CURRENT
OPTIONS ALONG WITH VITAL STATISTICS, TRAINING AND EXPERIENCE
FACTORS, AND PRICE. IT ALSO INDICATES WHETHER THE PRICE STATED IS
FIXED OR SUBJECT TO NEGOTIATION OR AUCTION BID. OF COURSE, SOME
STOCK LISTED IN ANY PUBLISHED CATALOG MAY ALREADY BE SOLD OR
UNDER OPTION TO A BUYER, BUT WE TRY TO KEEP OUR CATALOGS AS
CURRENT AS POSSIBLE. YOU MAY OBTAIN A COPY OF THE CATALOG BY
SIMPLY CALLING 1-800-44SLAVE AND ASKING FOR EXT. 2 (CATALOGS).
"SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO PERSONALLY BROWSE THROUGH OUR
WAREHOUSE WITHOUT MAKING ANY PURCHASE COMMITMENTS TO ORDER TO
GET NEW IDEAS OR TO JUST STUDY MARKET AVAILABILITY. UNFORTUNATELY,
WE CANNOT CURRENTLY HANDLE THIS TYPE OF POTENTIAL CUSTOMER
WITHOUT: (1) RECOMMENDATION BY A RECENT CUSTOMER; AND (2) A PER-
DAY "OBSERVATION FEE" OF $1000 (TO COVER OUR CONSIDERABLE
MAINTENANCE EXPENSES) WHICH CAN BE APPLIED TOWARD YOUR NEXT
PURCHASE. WE FEEL THIS COST IS MINIMAL IN TERMS OF YOUR POTENTIAL
INVESTMENT AND SHOULD BE SERIOUSLY CONSIDERED AS A PRE-PURCHASE
OPTION.
"DELTA ENTERPRISES, LTD., IS DEVOTED TO QUALITY MERCHANDISE,
WELL SATISFIED CUSTOMERS, AND THE BACK-UP MAINTENANCE AND
WARRANTY SERVICES SO VITAL FOR YOUR COMPLETE SATISFACTION. IF YOU
HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, PLEASE CALL 1-800-44SLAVE, EXT. 1 (GENERAL
INFORMATION)."
*******
"Interesting," I thought as I put the small brochure down. It had
taken me five phoned-in personal recommendations and three weeks just to
get the damn brochure. This company obviously wasn't begging for business.
On the other hand, discreteness was always appreciated by the wealthy who
generally didn't like others nosing into their personal affairs. I
supposed the next step would be to get a catalog so I had some idea of what
was available.
I called the number suggested and got an elaborate voice-mail system
which asked me to then punch in the desired extension. After pushing "2",
a man promptly was on line.
"Master, may I send you a catalog of our latest offerings?" a deep
masculine voice asked reeking of humility.
"Yes," I answered and gave no further clues.
"Master, may I please have your name and mailing address if it so
pleases you?" the voice continued with a note of hoarseness as if he had
been on the phone for hours.
I met his request whereupon he responded, "Thank you, Master. Since
you live some distance away, I will send this out express with courier
delivery requested so you should get it within two days, Master. A few in
the catalog have been sold since it was published, Master, so I will mark
those out with a black marker for your convenience. Master, my name for
now is CAGE 14 and if you do not find my service satisfactory, you may
contact my overseer at this same number but punch in Ext. 38 (Complaints)
and complain about CAGE 14 and corrective discipline will be
administered. Any other way in which I can serve you now on the phone,
Master?" CAGE 14 asked.
I caught my breath and then said, "Are you in the catalog, CAGE 14?"
"Yes, master."
I suddenly realized I was talking to an actual slave for the first
time in my life and I could actually buy this voice on the other end of the
line for my personal use. A tremor went through me as I anticipated the
thrill of ownership. "What do you look like?" I ventured.
"We're not allowed to describe ourselves while we're working, Master,
but I'd be happy to transfer you to our Sales Department if you want at
Extension 20. They can describe all of our offerings to you as you
desire."
Undaunted, I continued, "Are you well trained, CAGE 14?"
"Yes, master, as are all stock here at DELTA Enterprises," came the
standardized response.
"Would you like to be sold?" I continued.
"If that is my future owner's desire, sir," came another well
rehearsed answer. "Can I be of further service, Master?" CAGE 14 prompted.
"Probably, but not on the phone," I replied as I hung up.
I re-dialed 1-800-44SLAVE but this time asked for Extension 20 (the
Sales Department). "DELTA ENTERPRISES. How can I help you, Sir?" came the
prompt answer.
"I'm interested in a piece of property labeled CAGE 14. Could you
briefly describe him? My catalog hasn't arrived yet," I added to indicate
I had already been cleared to deal with DELTA Enterprises.
"Sir, please wait one second while I call that stock up on the
computer. Ah, here it is. CAGE 14. Age 20, 5'10", 175 pounds,
dark-skinned Spanish/Mediterranean stock, black hair, black eyes, heavy
black body hair but currently kept totally body shaved, 44" chest, 32"
waist, 34" hips; very muscular build with large scrotum and 7x3" penis (10"
erect). Currently equipped with right tit-ring, genital base ring and neck
collar only. Can speak, read and write Spanish and English at basic
elementary level; no further education. Fully trained for complete
satisfaction of male and female customers with no restrictions. Warranted
with money back guarantee for 90 days. Recommend heavy exercise regime and
2000 calorie low-fat diet for best maintenance with sexual release
restricted to no more than once a week for maximum usage. Any further
questions, Sir?" the voice asked.
"Is he good-looking?" I queried.
"Sir, although most of our stock is considered good-looking, I have
been instructed to caution you, without any offense intended whatsoever,
Master, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. DELTA recommends a
personal one-on-one evaluation before any purchase so that you're never
disappointed, Sir," the voice responded. There was a pause and then he
continued, "Would it be convenient, Master, for me to set up an appointment
for you to view CAGE 14 now or would you like to consider other options
before deciding?" the voice asked in the most respectful manner
conceivable.
"I think I'd like to look him over personally," I responded.
"Excellent, Master. We'll set that up as soon as we receive your credit
clearance from the Business Office and call you back. What times would be
convenient for you and what number can I reach you at, Master?" he
efficiently responded.
"First, you will need to switch me to the Business Office as soon as
we are finished. Since I live in the U.S., it will be day after tomorrow,
Wednesday, before I can get there - shall we say 10 A.M.? I can fly in the
night before and get freshened up before. I may have the catalog by then
and, if so, can study it on the flight over. While I'm there, I'd like a
tour of your facility if that can be arranged as well as view other
available stock in addition to CAGE 14."
"Master, most of the stock is still in training at 10 A.M. and need
time to clean up for presentation after that. Would 2 P.M. Wednesday be a
possible alternative, Sir?" the salesman responded.
"Well, OK although I would enjoy watching the training," I answered.
"Any possibility?" I asked.
"Sorry, Master, but DELTA Enterprises doesn't allow customers into
observation of training sessions until after a purchase. Sorry, but it's
company policy, Master," he answered apologetically.
"Two o'clock Wednesday it is then and have CAGE 14 polished up and
ready to go," I said enthusiastically.
"Of course, Master, but what other types of stock would you like to
look over while you're here for a visit?" the salesman prompted.
"All of them - why limit me?" I practically shouted back.
"Sorry, Master, but there's simply too much stock on hand to allow you
to look at them all - you will only have time in one afternoon to look over
a small portion of what's available, Master. Therefore, I would like to
arrange a viewing of what you might be most interested in, Master? Perhaps
you can give me some ideas as to age range, coloration factors, physique
considerations, specialized training, and preferences as to sexual
equipment as well as body enhancements and decorations? And, since you
inquired about CAGE 14, can I assume you want to limit your visits to males
or should we include some of our tantalizing female stock as well. Within
one afternoon, our experience has shown that you will only have time to
look over carefully a maximum of 15 or so and probably be able to try out
only one or two of those. So, Master, if you could help us identify your
selection factors now, it would help us tremendously in making your visit
to DELTA Enterprises most productive. We'll have CAGE 14 ready for you
first, of course, but there should be others...." and he sort of trailed
off.
"Well, as I said, I haven't seen the catalog yet, but I can tell you
now a first purchase will be a fully trained male no older than 22 but not
so young that they're not completely through puberty yet - well built and
muscular - heavy hung - circumcised - big tits on a well developed chest
but I don't care whether he's ringed there or not - either real light body
hair or body shaved but I prefer a smooth-skinned boy - but if he's
naturally smooth-skinned, his underarm and pubic hair should be shaved
along with his facial hair - and dark skinned. I really prefer a black,
but dark-skinned is OK. I especially would like a boy with blue eyes but
with dark-skinned boys that's very rare, so black or brown eyes are OK if
the other factors pan out. And I don't want some huge guy stomping around -
I'd like one no taller than 5'10" or so - certainly not taller than me at
6'2". I know it's silly and old fashioned, but I think the master should
be bigger somehow. This purchase is likely to end up serving my business
clientele as well as me so he should be fully trained to meet every
conceivable service request and he should expect the heavy service that
comes from multiple usage while in my ownership. As long as he can
comprehend a few commands in English, he doesn't need to have any
education. Now, does that help?"
"Very much so, Master. That will help us a great deal. Other than
circumcised, you didn't mention particulars on his sexual apparatus,
Master. Most of our stock is well hung, but do you prefer extremely large,
extra large, or normal size? Genitally ringed for maximum protrusion or do
you prefer a natural hang? Large, medium, or small balls? And are teeth
or ears important, Master? They are to some of our customers." the
salesman prodded.
"My preference is for a boy with a pretty big shaft even when he's
flaccid. And yes, he should be ringed for protrusion. I hate it when it
hangs down between their legs - looks ugly that way, I think. And all
things being equal, I suppose big balls are the best as long as they're not
so damn big they look like baseballs or something. On second thought, if
the boy is ringed, medium sized balls are probably the best looking. Nice
white teeth are important to me with no chips or missing teeth - no visible
decay - no dead teeth - but ears? I don't know - I hate boxer's prune like
ears - and I hate ears like Lyndon Johnson's donkey ears. Just normal
ears, I guess. I wouldn't mind a little pencil-line mustache if the rest
of him was shaved properly. Either that or no facial hair at all. And I
hate blubber lips on a boy - black or not. Eliminate the blacks with those
great big lips on them - save those boys for those who are into it because
they think those boys suck better - I don't but who am I to judge?"
"Thank you, Master," the salesman replied. That helps us a great
deal, Sir. We'll try to have a selection ready for you Wednesday that will
make your trip well worthwhile, Master."
"See you Wednesday then. Will you take me around personally?" I asked
before hanging up.
"Yes and no, master. As you described your preferences it is obvious
I will be in the line-up for your inspection in that I have almost every
characteristic you described. But my overseer will greet you and show you
the selected merchandise, Master."
"How so?" I asked.
"Master, I am black, 5'8", heavy hung fitted with a protrusion ring
behind medium sized balls and a very large circumcised shaft, muscular and
well-built, have complete shiny white teeth, black eyes, regular ears,
massive chest development with good sized tits, have practically no body
hair but what little I have is completely shaved, and I'm considered well
trained and versatile for heavy usage. I can read and write at only an
elementary level but am very responsive to verbal command."
"Got a name, boy?" as I again felt a surge of excitement pass through
me as I realized I was talking to a body and soul up for sale and he could
soon be mine to do with as I wanted.
"Master, my last owner called me Stud, but my new owner will name me
whatever he wishes," the salesman said meekly.
"And your overseer? What's his name?" I demanded.
"Master Applebee, Sir. He'll probably be the one showing you around
but it may be someone else. I'm never sure, Master," and the boy seemed
apprehensive in giving me any information which wouldn't be totally
correct.
"See you Wednesday, boy," I responded with sort of a snicker in my
voice. "We'll see if you're as good as you sound on the phone."
"Yes, Master Sir," he whispered in a tone of utter respect.
"Now transfer me to the Business Office," I commanded, "and I'll take
care of this credit clearance before I forget it."
"Immediately, Master."
*******
The plane landed Tuesday evening at the Muscat airport. Getting clear
to Oman on short notice had taken some doing but I had arranged an early
morning flight to London to meet the connecting direct flight to Muscat.
Overall, the 14 hour trip wasn't that bad but I was glad I could afford
first-class. If all went well, my purchase(s) could right back in coach
unless I wanted to ship them in a cage with the other pets in the cargo
department. Maybe he would luck out and right first-class back with me, but
only if I couldn't contain myself before I got him home. If he rode in
first-class home, I'm sure the steward would get an eyeful before we even
got to London.
I could see where Muscat was a good home base for DELTA Enterprises,
Ltd. First, history lent a presence to their business and the locals
wouldn't see much out of the ordinary since legalized slavery had been
widely practiced openly until 1970 and illegally ever since. Second,
government officials didn't show much interest in the affairs of foreign
enterprises as long as the heavy licensing fees for such firms were
promptly paid each year. In fact, having that "Ltd." in back of your
enterprises' name practically guaranteed there would be no interference in
any of the business operations regardless of what the business was. Even
traffic in human chattel was fine as long as it was conducted within a
taxable environment. Third, necessary passports and visas to ship
merchandise in and out of the country were easily arranged. So easy, in
fact, that DELTA Enterprises, Ltd., had a supply of them right in their own
office complete with the official stamps and seals and even airline tickets
on the national airline could be issued before the merchandise even left
their cage. So when I said I could ship merchandise back in a cage, I
wasn't joking. The problem would come back in the Customs Office of the
U.S., but no problem in Oman. Customers from Saudi Arabia, the United Arab
Emirates, Kuwait, Yemen, and a lot of the African countries did just that:
shipped the merchandise back in cages carried in the pressurized
compartments beneath the regular passengers. Considerably cheaper and
security was guaranteed. Those of us from the Western countries had to put
up with removing the shackles, clothing the merchandise, and sometimes even
taking off their slave collars before we could get them safely caged in our
own estates. Non-westerners just didn't bother with all this: merchandise
could be shipped as purchased.
As I wondered through the modern airport, I spotted the little sign
held up for my benefit, "DELTA Enterprises, Ltd.", by a handsome young East
Indian.
"I'm Tom Hughes," I announced. "I think you're expecting me."
"Yes, Master," the Indian answered quickly lowering his eyes to the
ground and then checking my name off his list. "Master, if you will wait
just a minute, I am to pick up another customer on this same flight."
"Certainly," I responded noticing the thin bronze collar that was
seemingly welded around his neck and barely hidden by the stand-up collar
of his flowing robe. To think there was another customer riding along with
me, probably in first class, the whole way and I didn't know it. I
wondered whether he got on the plane at London or if he had flown all the
way from Miami with me.
"Did you have a pleasant flight, Master?" he meekly asked keeping his
eyes to the ground the entire time he wasn't searching the line for the
other customer.
"Long," I commented.
"DELTA has two boys in the car to help you relax this evening at your
hotel," the Indian said smoothly. "They are your welcoming gift from DELTA
and are specially trained for such tasks," he continued as if this were
standard business protocol around the world.
"Sure beats a glass of champagne," I commented thinking of the endless
business welcoming cocktail parties I had attended over the years.
"Yes, master," the Indian answered although I was fairly sure he'd
never tasted champagne in his life and probably didn't even know what I was
talking about in an Islamic country. Just then, a rugged looking man in his
early forties joined us and said in broken English, "Boris Molitov, from
Moscow" directly to the Indian holding the DELTA sign.
"Welcome to Oman, Master," the Indian answered. "And your stock?"
"It's coming, it's coming," Boris stated still in English. "I had to
ship them in tourist class and it'll take a while for them to empty out.
You can spot them easily, though. Six of them all dressed alike. Black
boots, tight black trousers, black turtleneck pullover shirts to cover
their collars, no hats on any of them and I fitted all of them with a big
ear ring in the right ear so they wouldn't forget what they are. Also,"
and Boris laughed, "they're walking a little strangely. They're all fitted
with thick 8" butt plugs to keep them concentrating on the fact they're
slaves for the use of those who buy them."
"Yes, Master Molitov," the Indian answered as if everyone shipped
people like had just been described. "The transport van is waiting right
outside for their immediate transfer to the warehouse with appropriate
supervision. Let me assure you that your merchandise will be securely
shackled the minute they are placed in the van. You may either ride in the
van for the added security of your property until the transfer is made,
Master, or you can leave that up to us and ride in the limousine I will
chauffeur to an overnight hotel with the other DELTA passenger, Mr. Hughes,
here. The limousine has a couple of trained boys waiting in it as DELTA's
welcome to you, Master Molitov, who will stay overnight at the hotel,
gratis DELTA Enterprises."
"Looks like Mr. Hughes here is going to have two boys servicing him
all by himself," Boris blurted out. "For what those six cost me, I better
stay right with them until we get them completely locked down in a cage at
the warehouse. I hate to be so nervous about it, but I'm afraid they're
mortgaged by the Russian Mafia and I'd sure hate to default on that
mortgage believe me. I'd end up in a cage in Moscow with a 'For Sale' sign
around my neck in that case, I'm sure," and he laughed rather nervously at
the thought. "I'll stay with them until the transfer papers are signed in
the morning."
"As you wish, Master," the Indian answered. "You can ride up front
with the warehouse staff, Master. The front compartment is air-conditioned
and you can still keep an eye on your stock through the rear cab window."
By then, we all spotted the six young men all dressed in black
painfully walking with rather short steps and their butts more or less
protruding. Boris and the Indian quickly herded them through visa control
and directly to a loading dock with me following in the suffocating heat
now that we were out of the air-conditioning. The six were herded into the
back of the van, ordered to strip by the van attendants with a smart crack
of a riding whip, and once that was accomplished, they gathered up all
their clothes and handed them in a sack to Mr. Molitov.
"They won't be needing these anymore," was all that was said and
opened the front door for Mr. Molitov. I glanced in at the naked men in
the back of the van before the back doors were shut and securely locked
from the outside. From the shadowy interior, I could ascertain they were
all well built, muscular, good looking blondes with ample equipment where
it counted. Judging from their total silence, their downcast eyes, and
from the speed with which they stripped to command, it was obvious they
were well acclimated to their status in life. Two attendants promptly
fitted them with wrist and ankle shackles and then ordered them to a
sitting position on the floor of the van before jumping in themselves with
their riding whips handy. The Russian slaves moaned softly as the butt
plugs slid even further into them as they sat down. The driver and
Mr. Molitov jumped in the cool front of the van and they were off before
the Indian and I headed for the waiting limousine at the next dock.
"Thank you for being so patience, Master," the Indian said as he
deeply bowed and opened the door to the rear compartment. As I was flooded
with the cool air spilling out, it was hard not to notice two naked men
kneeling on the floor of the spacious rear compartment. "They are yours to
use as you desire," the Indian said as he closed the door softly and ran to
the driver's compartment. I looked over the "welcoming gifts" who had
positioned themselves with wide spread knees, bowed heads, and thrust out
chests displaying nicely ringed tits. Both looked to be about 18 or so and
were powerfully built with massive sexual equipment already rigidly
erect. I reached forward and lifted their chins to study their faces. Both
were unusually handsome, I thought, and I appreciated their soft, smooth
skin. One's hair was so blond it was almost white and his brown eyes
matching his deep sun tanned body gave him an exotic quality. He looked
like a Viking god. The other was a African whose shiny black skin,
hairless body, close cropped hair, and unusual gold-colored eyes made a
nice contrast to the blond - especially decorated with the many gold body
adornments fitted to his body: a small nose ring fitted between his
nostrils; one large ear ring; both tits ringed with rather large hoops; and
a thick band behind his scrotum which caused his genitals to protrude
sharply from his muscled lower abdomen. I couldn't decide which turned me
on the most. Overall, as a pair, it was unbelievably provocative and to
think they were all mine until we got to the DELTA warehouse in the
morning.
With no time to waste, I slid out of my pants and underwear and thrust
myself down the throat of the Viking before he knew what happened. He
swallowed me in my entirety without one choke, one gasp, one gag, and
suckled me like a starving infant while working his tongue around for a
stimulating massage. His nose buried itself in my pubic tangle and I felt
myself sliding past his tongue and down his constricting throat. I reached
over and grabbed the ringed tits of the black and began to massage them
briskly between my thumb and forefinger until he moaned softly and I felt
his nubs become erect. I then slipped my hand down over his chest and to
his balls which I churned in my palm while he uttered a muted groan as his
penis got even bigger and became dripping precum. His skin was so soft and
slick that I decided then and there I would certainly fuck this boy as many
times as I could before we ever got to the warehouse in the morning. As the
Viking continued his mouth work, I felt an orgasm approaching and, grasping
his stretched jaws, gently withdrew myself from his throat. I motioned for
the black to turn around and bend over. Once there, I reached down,
grabbed him by the balls again, and jerked his ass up where his hole was
totally exposed before inserting my slimy prick completely up his chute in
one uninterrupted movement.
"AH...ah...ugh...," the black moaned as I pounded into his ass. He
was well lubricated - I suppose he always lubricated himself before getting
into the limo - and I slid right in all the way with little difficulty.
"Thank you, Master," was all I heard him say as I proceeded to pump in
and out of him with abandon since it had been at least two days since I
myself had had any relief what with the airline schedules and all. The
blond just went back to his kneeling position with head down, but I saw him
shift his ass a little, probably knowing what was coming next. Before long,
I shot into the black to the point where it completely filled him and was
leaking out his ass on the floor of the limousine. I pulled out, turned him
around and told him to clean me off and then lick up the mess off the
floor. Without hesitation he downed my shaft and licked it completely clean
before lunching on my spilled semen on the floor. The blond intuitively
knew I wasn't finished yet, and with a flick of my finger, placed himself
on his back with both legs spread wide open and lifted his ass up for my
entry. Still hard, I sunk into him slowly and proceeded to starting
pumping away at a most leisurely pace - a pace he quickly matched movement
for movement. The blond had time to "milk me" a little with some anal
contractions he had learned over the years to do, and it speeded up the
pending orgasm which was even better than the first hurried explosion. As I
emptied into him, he squeezed his chute as tight as possible and said,
"Thank you, Master," as he extracted the last ounce out of me.
I crawled off of him and back onto the limousine seat while they
resumed their kneeling position with heads bowed as I pulled my undershorts
and pants back on while I still had the strength. "Where'd they get you
at?" I asked the blond as I lifted his chin.
"Master, I was purchased in the Stockholm market by a slave broker in
Amsterdam. He sold me to DELTA Enterprises along with a lot of six others
he had," the blond answered before bowing his head again.
"And how did you end up in the Stockholm market?" I queried further.
"I was sentenced to a Swedish prison for 30 years when I was 16 for
armed assault. When I didn't respond to their treatment program
effectively, the prison administrator claimed I had died in a prison
accident and quietly sold me to the market in Stockholm. My family thinks
I died in prison and is quite well off due to the life insurance the state
provides their prisoners. According to Swedish records, I died about two
years ago, Master," he said with no sense of remorse.
"Then you're a man without a country," I countered.
"Yes, master," was his quiet response.
"Do you like your new life?" I asked to satisfy my own curiosity.
"Oh, yes, Master. No one before ever really wanted me. I was an
unwanted child from the very beginning. That's probably why I got into
trouble with the law. And I hated the monotony of doing nothing in prison
and I was in for 30 years. And all the older fellows and guards used me
like I was there solely for their pleasure so I serviced more people in
prison than I do here in Oman for DELTA. Master, here I feel needed and
serve a useful purpose. I am used to greet new customers of DELTA and the
company certainly takes very good care of me - a lot better than prison
ever did - and eventually I may be sold to an individual master who will
want me enough to pay the enormous sums they pay for us boys. When someone
pays that kind of money for you, Master, you realize they are going to take
good care of you as long as you meet all their expectations. And they
bought you for a purpose so you do have a real purpose in life even if it
isn't yours necessarily. That's more than I can say about life in Sweden,
Master," and he smiled broadly for the first time since I'd met him.
"And what about you, black boy," I asked the African as I began to
play with his prominent tits again. "Where'd they buy you at?"
"Master, a DELTA agent spotted me for sale at an auction way back in
the hills of Kenya off the beaten road. They had rounded up a bunch of us
boys chronically unemployed in Mombasa who didn't have any families to look
after us and told us they had jobs for us at one of the game preserves.
When we got there, they locked us up in a remote corner of the preserve and
told us we were going to have jobs and be well fed for the rest of our
lives but we'd have to trade off our freedom for it. Well, master, it
didn't take me long to decide on that. What freedom did I have anyway?
The freedom to go hungry; the freedom to be despised by others as a welfare
case; the freedom to beg in the streets for a few crumbs of bread; the
freedom to start selling parts of my body in order to survive? I signed a
lifetime contract to DELTA which is transferable to any new owner. In it,
I sold myself to DELTA in exchange for their perpetual care but that care
includes death at their determination, not mine. Smartest thing I ever did,
Master. Ever since then, I've been kept stark naked, but I've never gone
hungry. My body's been used like I never dreamed possible, but people
actually desire me and my services for a change and a lot of people are
happy to have me around instead of shooing me away as a despised piece of
refuse. No sir, master, I wouldn't trade back anyway - I'm a lot better
off now than anytime in my life. And, who knows who might buy me someday -
when I get an individual master no telling where he might take me or want
me to do for him," and the black looked sort of dreamy all of a sudden and
sort of shivered either in his dreamy excitement or as a result of my tit
play, I couldn't tell which. "When DELTA bought me and shipped me down
here, my life got better real fast. Sure more interesting then being caged
up on a game preserve."
The black was dripping on the floor again from my tit play, but I
didn't have a chance to order him to clean up because the Indian had
chauffeured us right up to the front entrance of the luxurious hotel. The
Indian ran around and opened the door for me while the two slaveboys
quickly pulled loose robes over their naked bodies and resumed their
kneeling positions until I was completely out of the car. Barefooted, they
followed a respectful three steps behind me as I checked into the hotel.
Once inside my suite, they immediately stripped and resumed their kneeling
position.
The next 18 hours was one of the best times of my life although my
prick was sore and chafed by noon of the next day. The two slaveboys were
so stiff and sore they moved slowly but were otherwise fine. They sported
perpetual dripping erections since I'd never allowed them to cum since I'd
had them and they'd been kept constantly stimulated the entire time.
The next afternoon, the Indian picked the three of us up and delivered
us to the DELTA Enterprise warehouse where the two slaves quickly exited
through a service door at the side. I presumed they had to quickly shower
and clean up for the next run to the airport since they seemed to be an
integral part of the limousine service.
The Indian showed me to the entrance and the minute we were inside, he
stripped at the door and put all his neatly folded clothes into a small
locker located at the entrance just for that purpose apparently. Stripped
to the buff, his body was interesting: hairless, muscular, and well
decorated with both tits ringed and his ample genitals banded at their
base. Once his robe was off, I could see why he held his head so high all
the time: his slave collar was so high he couldn't possibly bend his head
down and could only demonstrate his subservience through constantly lowered
eyes. The most appealing feature was his milky smooth skin that was
uniformly colored a light tan. With his dark black hair and startling blue
eyes, he made quite a display as he ushered me to the main offices.
"Welcome, Mr. Hughes," an older man greeted me as I entered. He was
impeccably dressed in an expensive suit. "I trust you enjoyed our welcoming
gifts since your arrival."
"Very thoughtful of you," I said without blushing. "Did Mr. Molitov
get here OK?" When they looked sort of quizzical, I added, "I met
Mr. Molitov at the airport. He came in on the same plane I did with six
boys in tow, apparently for sale or delivery - I didn't inquire which -
although the stock looked very good to my unpracticed eye."
"I didn't realize you had met, Mr. Hughes," the older man said
smoothly. "Sheik Amani here," he said as he offered his right hand in
greeting. "Yes, Mr. Molitov will join us shortly as soon as you've had a
chance to look over some stock. Of course, he is selling while you are
buying, I believe."
"Yes, Sheik Amani," I answered. "I want to look a fellow over named
CAGE 14 and a black named STUD and about 15 others that a Mr. Applebee or
his designate was going to line up for my inspection."
"It's all arranged," The Sheik said. "Were there any on the incoming
shipment of Mr. Molitov's you might be interested in? If so, we can
arrange an inspection if you wish, although they won't be as fresh as the
others."
"Possibly. I don't want to close any doors prematurely," I answered.
"Very wise, Mr. Hughes, very wise. Especially when there are so, so
many to choose from here at DELTA. And all guaranteed," he added with a
knowing nod. "Shall we begin our little tour? The Indian slave here has to
return to the airport before too long. Would you like to use him while he
is still available? Others who have availed themselves of his usage have
been most pleased," the Sheik added invitingly. "He's especially talented
in milking a master with his highly trained anal muscles - a skill taught
to many handsome boys in his native land, I believe."
"I'll take a rain check on that, Sheik, if you don't mind. Your
'welcoming gifts' have pretty well drained me for the time being," I said
with a smile. The Indian bowed deeply to both of us and quickly left to
dress for the next airport run.
We entered the Warehouse itself and I was overwhelmed at its sheer
size. Rows and rows of cages circled a central atrium with about nine
stacked layers in the surrounding circle. Most of the cages were so small
only one slave could be fitted into each one and even then there was no
possibility of standing up due to its low height. In fact, one couldn't
lie down full length either. A few larger cages held groups of slaves but
even there no one could stand and most of the bodies in these larger cages
were pressed against each other in their confinement.
"The ones up for immediate sale are located here on the lower levels,"
Sheik Amani explained as we began our little tour of the warehouse. "Most
of them are fully trained and well acclimated to the demands most owners
would expect them to meet. If you see any that might interest you as we
stroll by, just mention it and we'll put them on display for you," the
Sheik said cordially. "Those way up at the top," and he pointed with his
hands at the ninth and tenth vertical level of stacked cages which could be
reached only by elevators to the ramps outside these cages, "are in
training and need to work their way down to the cool air here. But some
owners like the challenge of breaking an untrained slave - we don't
guaranteed them of course - but if you're into heavy discipline and pain,
the upper levels may have some appeal," he added speculatively. "The boys
and girls on the upper levels are just as good looking, youthful, and
appealing as those down here, but it's an unknown as to how they'll work
out at this point."
"On the middle levels," the Sheik continued, "we keep slaves who are
beyond 30 or under 15, or those less attractive, and those with just
average sexual endowments. Some people prefer slaves who are average in
looks and body build - they feel they don't run the risk of ever thinking
too highly or themselves or feeling they're better than others; others
think they're easier to control; still others don't want others envying
them for one reason or another. There are all sorts of reasons. And, of
course, that's where you find the real bargains. Up there on row four or
five, you can get a 35-year-old man or woman fully trained, totally
compliant to anything you might want, and decent looking, but not
beautiful, for about one-third of what these beauties down here cost. A
lot of people appreciate the good value. Of course, they've kept their
physiques in good shape, so it's not as decrepit as you might think," the
Sheik said laughingly. "And all that experience makes them excellent
pleasure providers as you might expect."
"Down here you'll find most of them 17 to 25 years of age, very well
endowed, beautiful bodies, unusually handsome faces, and fully trained for
a lifetime of service. Naturally, they're the highest-priced stock DELTA
Enterprises has," the Sheik explained. "I take it from your initial
inquiries that's what you're interested in and, since you asked to inspect
CAGE 14 and STUD you are primarily interested in males on this trip?" the
Sheik queried.
"Yes, Sheik Amani, I wanted to look those two over for sure," I
responded.
"Were you planning to buy one or two?" the Sheik asked courteously,
"or even more?"
"I'm not sure at this point," I hedged.
"Your credit rating allows you to buy a whole stable if you wish,
Mr. Hughes," the Sheik added with a noticeable tone of respect for such
wealth.
At that point, we heard the chains clanking from a group of shackled
slaves being driven along one of the rampways outside the top rows of
cages. The sharp crack of a whip landing on solid fresh led to a piercing
scream that could be heard all the way down to the bottom of the atrium.
Apparently, that scream wasn't to be tolerated in a DELTA slave in that we
heard the whip steadily after that until the screams died out into deep
groans and eventually gasps of desperation.
"It takes several weeks to break some of the stock into acceptance of
their new status," the Sheik added as way of explanation, "especially among
those from high status situations prior to their bondage. It goes much
faster, of course, with the orphans, the prisoners, the army rejects and
deserters, the unemployable, and those born into slavery that make up the
bulk of our stock. I imagine that one way up there being beat half to
death was a lawyer or physician or business executive prior to his
enslavement. But consistent training pays off - we've had few failures
yet," he added with a laugh. "He'll learn, just like thousands of others,"
he sighed.
We walked past blocks and blocks of caged slavemeat. One whole block
consisted of some of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life in
every conceivable color. Most of them peered out from their cages at me
with a look that said "buy me" if they had dared talk and most flaunted
their bodies the best they could within their cramped space. It was
tempting but I knew I would tire quickly of one of them despite their
obvious charms.
Again, the cracking of a whip from way up in the upper levels was
followed by intense groans, pleading cries, and an occasional scream. More
consistent was a chorus of steady low moans from the upper levels. I
couldn't quite place the sounds and mentioned it to Sheik Amani.
"It's around the time of day butt plugs are being inserted for anal
stretching as part of their training," the Sheik said casually. "Some of
them are still so tight they have to let everyone know they're getting
stuffed in a big way. Within a week of so, they won't think anymore about
having a big one rammed up them than they would having their tit pinched.
It's all part of the DELTA training package," he added with satisfaction.
"Ah, here they are," Sheik Amani announced as six of the best looking
pieces of flesh I'd ever seen marched to a center raised platform. To a
man, they spread their legs wide apart, placed their hands in back of their
head, thrust their ringed genitals forward as they clinched their asses,
and flexed their muscles while staring straight ahead.
"Mr. Hughes, I'm Horace Applebee," a clothed gentleman said who held a
deadly looking whip in one hand. "I'm in charge of showing stock."
"Glad to meet you Mr. Applebee," I said as we shook hands.
"I've got your two specific requests here in this batch - CAGE 14 and
STUD. But I've got four others we figured might have some appeal too. Of
course, we've got about 11 others all ready in the cage right over there if
these aren't to your liking or if you'd like to inspect a greater variety.
Most of our serious buyers want to try some of the stock out before actual
purchase. There's a private room right over there that's been readied just
for that use when the time comes," he said indicating a box-like room with
its own air conditioner set up right in the atrium behind the display
stands.
Mr. Applebee took his free hand, curled it around the very large penis
of a beautiful 20-year-old and pulled him forward. The boy was
dark-skinned, about 5'10", and had beautiful brown eyes and thick curly
black hair. He had muscles everywhere, it seemed. His massive neck,
shoulder, upper arm, and chest muscles twitched as he held himself in a
flexed position. His stomach was washboarded leading down to huge genitals
and overdeveloped thighs and calves. He was devoid of all body hair but
the slight stubble around his protruding pecs revealed he had been recently
body shaved. His right tit was ringed, as were his genitals which caused
them to remain in a "lifted" position at all times, and his head was held
up in a rigid position due to his high neck collar. As I gazed at him, his
circumcised penis reached a full erection of 10" to 11" as a trained
reaction to being on display.
"This is CAGE 14," Mr. Applebee said. "I believe you talked to him
just a few days ago."
"Yes, on the phone," I answered.
"Well, he's ready for sale and I doubt if you'd be disappointed in
him," Mr. Applebee said. "He's well trained, speaks Spanish and English,
and can do a variety of tasks around your business or home with a little
training. Of course, he's already fully trained to service you or any of
your friends or business associates you might want in anything they could
come up with. I suggest you look him over and, if you're still interested,
take him to the room over there and try him out. I think you'll be
impressed."
I looked at CAGE 14 and he kept his glaze straight ahead as
Mr. Applebee talked but his prick twitched around a little in its
excitement.
"Go ahead, don't be shy. These boys expect to be looked over
thoroughly by any potential buyer," Mr. Applebee explained as he grabbed
CAGE 14's readily available balls and began to massage them vigorously.
"I reached over and stroked CAGE 14's fresh shaven cheek, marveling at
the smooth skin texture and his long curly black eye-lashes. I then felt
his ears, inserted two fingers in his mouth and felt all of his pearly even
white teeth and then let him suck my fingers a little before withdrawing. I
ran my hand through his short curly black hair and felt his neck muscles
before bringing my hands down to his chest cupping his protruding pectorals
and then rubbed his unringed tit between my thumb and forefinger until it
was rock hard and protruding a good inch into my hand. I then twisted his
ringed tit to see how he withstood pain and heard him shallow a gasp as I
twisted his swollen tit a good 90 degrees and then pulled it out a bit by
the ring. Despite his muffled gasp, he stood rock still for the inspection
and never flinched despite the obvious pain. His arm muscles were totally
defined without being grotesquely swollen and were coated with the same
smooth skin that covered his face. My hand strayed over his corded abdomen
down to he erect penis and I wrapped my hand around the shaft and begin
pumping him vigorously. Instead of withdrawing in any fashion, he thrust
his pelvis out as far as possible for my convenience and within 30 seconds
began dripping precum. With my other hand I hefted his large balls and
massaged them in my palm to she how firm they were. They felt spongy but
well filled and I made a mental note to feel them again after he'd been
drained. I kept my hands on his genitals massaging and stroking until CAGE
14 broke out in a strong body sweat and cinched his teeth to prevent
orgasming without permission. "Please, master," he said softly between
clinched teeth as the first words I heard out of him today, "I can't hold
it much longer."
"Yes you can," I answered in a very sharp tone and strongly squeezed
his balls for emphasis. "You don't cum without your master's permission,"
I reminded him with a reassuring nod from Sheik Amani and Mr. Applebee. I
continued the vigorously stoking as the precum drip became a steady stream
and his body sweat became profuse in the tension I had placed him under.
Before he lost control despite everything, I quickly turned him around
and checked out his back muscles. He had no whip scars on the surface but
he'd experienced plenty of hard sustained beatings on his back and rump
over the past few years as evidenced by the lesions I felt under the
skin. Enough to continually remind him of his subservient role in
life. When I prodded a few of those lesions he shuddered, perhaps from
memories of the painful lessons he'd learned. His rump was smooth as a
baby's butt and nicely rounded. When I told him to bend over and "spread,"
he thrust up his asshole, now clearly evident from his hands effectively
spreading his asscheeks for my uninhibited inspection. I thrust my middle
finger into the lubricated chute and he quickly clinched around my fully
inserted finger. As I pumped my finger in and out a few times, he sighed
and began to "milk" my finger through some anal contractions learned in
months of training, I suppose. I withdrew my finger, twirled him around
and noted a new surge of precum dripping out of his erect shaft as a result
of the anal probing. When I put the inserting finger up to his mouth for
cleansing, he sucked it in and gently washed it with his tongue without
prompting. With a ruffling of his curly hair, I indicated I was through
with my initial inspection and he stepped back into line with his eyes
respectfully downcast and his prick still stringently erect and dripping.
"Good boy," I said to Mr. Applebee to indicate I was through with CAGE
14 for now. "I'll probably want to try him out before you cage him again."
I thought I noticed a fleeting smile cross CAGE 14's stoic face.
"Look over STUD here before you decide anything," Mr. Applebee
suggested and, grabbing a strikingly handsome Negro by the balls, yanked
him out in front. STUD was 5'8", a beautiful jet black color highlighted by
sparkling black eyes set off by long curling black eyelashes, and was so
muscular he looked like a statute of Adonis in black marble. His facial
features were more Semitic than Negroid characterized by thin lips, a long
straight nose, high cheek bones, and straight black hair neatly clipped at
the neck line. His face was strikingly handsome and was so boy-like it
seemed out of place on such a hugely developed man's body. Most unusual of
all, though, was the origin of his name: STUD. His genitalia was massive:
a long very thick shaft of perfect shape and symmetry residing horizontally
on top of two huge protruding black balls. The whole appendage was so
gigantic it seemed totally out of context on such a young boy only 5'8" and
suggested the rest of his body was simply an adornment for his
genitals. Without hesitation, I placed my hand as far around his shaft as I
could and began roughly stoking the circumcised shaft which led to an
instant erection that must have been at least 12 to 14 inches long and at
least 4 inches in circumference.
"Jesus," I said more to myself than to anyone, "he'd tear up anything
he fucked with this thing."
"That's what I thought when I first saw him," Mr. Applebee laughed as
he reached over and squeezed one of STUD's ringed tits. "Actually, that's
why we have him back with us," Mr. Applebee continued. "We sold him
several months ago to a Spanish countess who thought she could handle him
OK but she returned him after a month or so and we honored her money-back
guarantee despite the fact there was nothing wrong with him or his
services. Every time he fucked her, she was so sore she couldn't use him
again for several days and so she was stuck with him just sucking her off
and playing with his body most of the time. That and showing him off to her
lady friends who found him as hard to fuck as she did. She told me they
just jacked him off all the time for their amusement because they couldn't
figure out how else to use him. Used to play little games with him to see
how far he could shoot, how much they could milk out of him, and stuff like
that. And they loaned him out for her men friends to use. But you don't
pay that kind of money to play little games like that so they brought him
back and traded him in on a really good looking dark-skinned redhead that
was hung about half as big but trained ready to go. I haven't heard from
her since so I assumed he worked out fine for her and her friends. DELTA
Enterprises always aims to please," he chuckled.
I continued to stroke the black who was copiously dripping by this
time. "Where'd he come from?" I asked the Sheik who had relaxed into a
nearby chair.
"An American boy," the Sheik answered. "We bought him in a wholesale
lot from the Texas prison system who were cleaning out some of their
horribly overcrowded facilities. We bought up all those who were
exceptionally good looking, between 17 and 25 years of age, well built,
well hung, and who had long-term sentences hanging over their heads so they
knew they'd never get out of jail alive without volunteering to put
themselves up for sale. Most of them had been "taken over" by one of the
stronger older inmates who raped them all the time and then they found
themselves sold off for the use of anyone who had as much as a cigarette to
offer their 'owner.' It didn't take long to train them once they were
shipped in. The Texas prison system had done most of the training for us.
These boys are a lot better off as slaves then they ever would have been
rotting in a Texas prison, and their 'use' couldn't be much greater and
probably a whole lot more appreciated. We expect another shipment of 200
or so next week from another large Texas prison. Those prisons in the
U.S. are one of our best sources of malleable slave material."
By this time, STUD was quietly groaning from his efforts not to cum
without permission as I continued to pump his shaft. I shifted my
attention to his balls and began churning them through my fingers as I
played with his large protruding tits with my other hand.
"What about his family?" I asked the Sheik. "Do they know he's a
slave now?"
"We only buy up prisoners who have never had a visitor while
imprisoned. That way, we know their family doesn't exist or if they do
they don't care anything about them and won't make any effort to try to
trace them. A lot of them, it turns out, have been abandoned by their
family, but long before they were in prison. They're their own societies'
unwanted outcasts and they know it. That's why they volunteer to be sold
as quick as they can I think. At least, when someone buys them, they'll
get taken care of and their owner, at least, cares about them even if it's
only because it's such a big investment. But no one, for the main part,
gave a damn about them long before they got into prison. Look at them -
you can tell my the way they act they're dying to get sold and have a real
owner who'll care about them. They'd let you ram a cannon up their ass if
they thought you'd buy them and take care of them. The last time we sold
this boy here to that countess, he got so excited at being sold he squirted
all over the place and we had to beat his ass good for not containing
himself as he'd been taught, but that's how excited he was that someone
wanted him."
STUD was getting mighty excited by my massaging his balls judging from
all the dripping and panting taking place so I began my inspection,
starting with his thighs and calves since I'd already familiarized myself
with his sexual equipment. After I turned him around and began feeling
around in his exposed hole with both my second and third fingers, I asked
the Sheik whether he'd be any good servicing a man after being owned by a
lady.
"Don't worry about that," the Sheik laughed. "All DELTA slaves are
trained to serve as commanded, regardless of gender. DELTA slaves know to
forget all about preferences in their lives. Slaves just take what life
offers them - not the other way around," and he laughed again at the
absurdity of my question. "The countess bought him to fuck her. You're
probably buying him for you to fuck. Doesn't make any difference. He's a
slave and he knows it. Besides," he added with a twinkle in his eye, "at
lot of the countess' friends were male and they poked this boy up his ass
and down his throat until he thought he was back in DELTA training sessions
again."
"Didn't seem to loosen him up too much," I observed as I continued to
run my fingers in and out of his tight ass.
"Our exercise program keeps all our boys nice and tight. If you buy
some of our stock, be sure to exercise them everyday as outlined in the
DELTA owner's manual and they'll be tight back there when they're seventy
years old."
I stopped fingering STUD's asshole and carefully massaged his tits,
felt his pectorals, stroked his upper arm muscles, rubbed his stomach
muscles and checked out his teeth before running my hand through his long
flowing rather fine hair. He was still solidly erect and still dripping
precum steadily. After squeezing his balls one more time, I patted him on
the cheek as a sign the inspection was over.
"His balls are so swollen I wonder how long since he's been allowed to
cum?" I asked.
"Not since the last potential buyer had him up here on the block.
That customer milked him good, but it must have been at least a week now
since he's been inspected by anyone," Mr. Applebee answered. "This boy must
have shot a cupful then - I remember because it got all over the platform
here and I had to get him to lick it all up when we were through."
"Where did CAGE 14 come from?" I asked.
"Well, let's see now. He was traded in on a much bigger boy by an
individual who'd bought him from a close friend, the manager of a orphanage
in Corsica. Said he got him fairly cheap and that the Corsican orphanage
paid most of its expenses by selling one of its better looking orphans now
and then when they came of age. Most of the kids grew up sort of expecting
to be sold so they prove to be very tractable to a life of servitude. The
problem the orphanage had was getting rid of all the kids that didn't have
very good bodies who they just had to let go when they came of age and most
of them just ended up in a life of never ending poverty because they
weren't trained in anything other than manual labor. The good lookers at
least got trained for sexual usage so they could look forward to a more
promising future once they got sold. That man made a lot of money on him,
though, considering what we paid out for him and what he had probably paid
that orphanage for him. We made it up though," he chuckled, "on what we
charged him for that huge American blond we sold him. That boy must have
been at least 6'5" and weighed at least 250 pounds of solid muscle and had
the equipment between his legs to match that build - a regular colossus, he
was - but that's exactly what that buyer wanted and that's what he got.
When I watched him getting fucked around here in training, it was like
watching a horse get fucked - that's how big he was," Mr. Applebee
explained. "But everyone said he was a good fuck - once you got used to
mounting an elephant," and Mr. Applebee laughed at the remembrance. "This
boy here is a more manageable size, Mr. Hughes, if you ask me," and he
reached over and hefted CAGE 14's balls to make his point.
I looked at the other four still standing with their legs as part
apart as possible, their hands in back of their heads, and their genitals
thrust out. One of the remaining four was black, one was Oriental, one was
Polynesian, and one looked Slavic or Russian. Other than their color and
distinctive racial characteristics, they were practically clones: all about
5'10"; all hugely muscular for their size; all well equipped sexually, and
all very good looking in an exotic way. All were already erect, two were
even dripping precum at even the thought of being inspected, and all eight
ringed tits were prominently erect in their state of arousal. I stroked
all of their shafts a little and hefted all of their swollen balls, but
didn't do much inspection beyond that. I had already made up my mind.
"I'll take CAGE 14 and STUD both," I announced, if they're offered at
a fair price."
Sheik Amani stated the sales price which was the same for both of
them. "High, but they're really top quality stock," the Sheik added, "and
they both come with DELTA's money-back guarantee."
"Fair enough. I'll take them. I fly out tomorrow for London and then
Miami, so have them clothed and ready for airline shipment in coach
tomorrow at the time of my flight. I want them ringed at the base of their
genitals with wide bands, and keep their right tit rings in them. Collar
them with those high neck bands you seem to favor here. And after a
thorough enema, butt plug them for shipment with at least an 8"x3" plug to
remind them they're my property throughout the trip. Cloth them in loose
black pants, loose turtleneck shirts so their tit rings and collars don't
show, and give them tennis shoes to wear with no socks. Body shave them in
the morning right before shipment. Deliver them to my hotel room after
their feeding tonight and pick them up in the early morning - I'll want to
try out my new playthings tonight rather than in your little room over
there right now. That way, I'll have time to take in your training program
the rest of this afternoon that you promised new buyers. I'm most
interested in how you get these boys so compliant and willing."
"As you say, Mr. Hughes," Sheik Amani said with a handshake.
"Mr. Applebee will take care of all the details you just outlined with no
problem, and he'll also be happy to take you on that tour you wanted just
as soon as we get these boys caged. It's been a real pleasure doing
business with you, Mr. Hughes. I hope we can serve you in the future with
your needs."
"I'm sure we'll be doing business again," I countered with a
handshake.
UNIVERSAL TRAINING:
"The reason we can offer a 90-day guarantee is the thorough training
all our stock has here at DELTA Enterprises before they're offered for
sale," Sheik Amani explained as he led me out of the atrium where the
slaves were housed to a windowless building connected via a enclosed
walkway.
We walked into a large gymnasium as he said, "In the morning, each
slave is thoroughly exercised for two hours in a program designed for
maximum muscular development and a high degree of flexibility and
endurance. Anyone not putting everything into it not only loses their
privilege for the morning feeding but earns a 'B & B' - that our shorthand
for 'back and butt beating' which pretty well guarantees they'll never
slack in their exercises again." Here's the area where the 'B & B's' are
administered - I see they haven't cleaned up yet from this morning so watch
you don't slip on some of the blood still on the floor there," he added
casually. "Of course, there's a lot of semen, saliva, and tears mixed in
with it - most of them drool when beaten, almost all cry tell they're dry,
and some of the boys shoot off when they're really getting beat hard -
really no way to stop it that we've discovered," he signed. "We've
discovered a new reed whip which hurts worst than anything we've used yet,
but it seldom breaks the skin. Quite a nice little invention and since
we've switched to the reed whips, we got about half the blood to clean up
here every morning that we used to have," he said proudly.
We sort of slid around in the mess on our shoes and then left the gym
for another area almost antiseptic in its cleanliness. "After that, we feed
them here with a liquid fiber protein mix enriched with vitamins and
minerals which they have to suck out of those soft plastic phalluses set
low into the wall over there. Gets them used to feeding on their knees and
learning how to stretch their jaws while they're sucking and swallowing.
Any slave who doesn't suck strongly or doesn't take at least four-fifths of
the plastic pricks down their throat while feeding gets their butt touched
up with a regular slavewhip until they're doing it properly." Sheik Amani
glanced at his gold Rolex and said delightedly, "Well Mr. Hughes, out
timing is perfect. Those slaves who missed out on breakfast will only get
fed once today and they're due in about now. They'll be plenty hungry in
that they haven't been fed since the evening feeding yesterday. Tomorrow,
when it's exercise time, I doubt if there will be a laggard among them,"
the Sheik laughed.
Just at that time, a side door opened and about 12 naked slaves
entered marching in perfect tempo as their restraining ankle chains rattled
across the floor. Each had their wrists strapped to their thick leather
collars and the eight men in the group had their genitals tightly banded
behind their scrotum so their equipment protruded obscenely out in front of
them. The four women slaves were all fitted with labia rings which tended
to keep their clits in constant erection. All were fully body shaved and
their thick collars forced their heads up high. When they reached the row
of feeding phalluses, they halted, one slave in front of each phallus and
gracefully sunk to their knees maintaining their balance despite the fact
their hands were still attached to their collar. To a person, they spread
their knees as far apart as possible, froze in place and stared straight
ahead at the phallus directly in front of them at eye level, apparently
awaiting a signal. Their eyes reflected desperate need but they were mute.
"Watch the trainer," the Sheik mumbled with a little laugh.
The trainer, obviously a seasoned slave himself since he was heavily
collared and genitally ringed but was otherwise unencumbered, teased the
trainees a bit with a long wait on their knees with their backs straight
up. Most quivered in tension but otherwise remained in perfect obedience.
The trainer finally snapped his finger as the signal and said "Suck." The
slaves lunged toward the feeding devices with their jaws stretched wide and
sucked the phallus deep into their throat as their cheeks sunk in with
their heavy vacuuming. Within seconds, all their throat muscles could be
seen moving up and down steadily as they swallowed the liquid meal. The
trainer watched each slave carefully and before long was brutally whacking
a few across their backs with his slavewhip who promptly swallowed the
phallus down their throat even deeper while they tried to stifle their
screams.
"The liquid has the texture and tastes like semen," Sheik Amani
explained. "No matter how big a load you have for your slave's mouth, it's
no problem for them after going through this every day. We limit their
time here so they learn to suck hard and fast or they end up hungry the
rest of the day. When you use those two boys you bought, you'll notice
they'll suck you hard all the way down with no prompting at all. It's all
a question of good basic training here at DELTA," he added with a note of
pride in his voice. At that point, a bell rang and the slaves' feeding
time was over. One of the boys tried to take one last swallow but a
tremendous slash across his back by the trainer drove him to the floor
writhing in pain and screaming in agony as the unswallowed liquid spilled
out on the floor. I doubted if he ever tried to beat the bell after that.
"Lick that mess up," the trainer motioned with his whip to the slave
kneeling next to the punished one. "No use him getting any extra - we'll
let you have it," he added warmly with a nod of his head.
"Thank you, master," the kneeling slave gasped as he bent over and
expertly licked the spilled feed up with his tongue as the punished slave
choked back his sobs and struggled to regain a kneeling position.
"Arise," the trainer said softly, "and march left". The group left as
quickly as they arrived, their shackles clanking in harmony with their
orderly gait.
The Sheik led me next to a huge shower room. "We teach basic hygiene,
body shaving, head hair, beard and mustache trimming, douching and enemas,
body massage, body oiling, and even all-day deodorizing techniques to all
DELTA Enterprise slaves," the Sheik said as we walked through the huge
areas of showers, tubs, massage tables, and sawhorses for the enemas.
Along the wall were clippers, razors, bottles of lotions, toothbrushes and
floss, tweezers, pinchers, antiseptic dispensers, antibacterial agents,
shampoos, soaps, deodorants, and douche agents alongside the enema nozzles,
hoses, and retaining butt plugs. "Those six slaves showering over there
just came in from some 'pony' training - had them all harnessed and hitched
up to a carriage for some special training requested by a potential buyer
looking for a new team."
"Good God," I exclaimed. "I never knew men got that big."
"Big as a horse?" the Sheik laughed.
"Well, yes," I said.
"You've got to be big to pull a carriage around, Mr. Hughes," the
Sheik chuckled. "We pick out the biggest and strongest we've got to train
for that kind of duty. Smaller slaves just break down after a few months of
rigorous stable duty. I don't think they take their dildos out until
they're cleaned out," Sheik Amani mused. "Let's wait and see what their
trainer does. It'll just take a minute or so if you don't mind,
Mr. Hughes."
"No problem, Sheik," I responded and within seconds, the trainer had
the first showered slave bend over, spread his legs as far apart as
possible and grab his ankles exposing his hole to the world. Sure enough,
it was plugged and the trainer grasped the small ring at the end of the
plug and started to pull steadily. Since the butt plug was tapered at the
end to prevent the anal muscles from discharging it, he pulled so hard we
saw the anal chute sort of pucker out and then, with a loud pop after the
swollen end was released, the dildo started to ease out with the steady
pulling by the trainer. I was amazed at its girth and length as it kept
oozing out of his asshole.
"Good God," I exclaimed. "How in the hell could he keep something
like that up his ass? Look's like it would split him in two! I didn't
even know they made plugs that big."
"Remember how big these slaves are all over," Sheik Amani reminded me.
"Their ass is big too and demands a big plug. Draft slaves like this are
fitted with dildos all the time they're in harness. It's part of their
control. The ring at the end of the dildo is attached to a lead which is
part of their overall harness. That harness also holds their mouth bit.
The slaves are told how to turn by their mouth bits; they're told to pull
harder or go faster with the dildo driving into them. If you're driving one
of those carriages or wagons they're hitched up to and jerk on that dildo
lead hard, these slaveboys learn fast whose in charge. Works great - the
only problem we've had is it takes a month or so for their chute to toughen
up to having that dildo pounding up in them all day long without bleeding."
As the trainer pulled the dildo out of the remaining slaves, they all
stepped to the enema area, and splitting into pairs, carefully inserted the
nozzle up their partner's backside and turned the water on and let it fill
them before quickly jerking out the nozzle and inserting a plug. Their
partner then did the same to them while the cleansing solution did its
work. Each pair went through this procedure three times until the water
coming out of them was as clean as when it entered. Each pair then
proceeded to body shave each other, pluck tit, scrotum and ass crack hairs
out and even trimmed each other's eyebrows and the pencil-line beards
outlining their jaws this team had been ordered to grow. That done, each
rubbed a lime scented body lotion onto the shaved skin and finished the job
by applying underarm deodorant and lightly powdering their genitals and
asshole with a sandalwood powder.
"They're ready to serve dinner now," the Sheik added proudly, "and
when they've washed all the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and dining room,
they're even cleaned and scented for giving their masters some well
deserved pleasure."
I couldn't imagine what it would be like to fuck something this huge
and thought of their callused anal chutes which took a month to toughen up
to tolerate the all-day dildo action, sandalwood and lime scented or not.
But I supposed they would be great at sucking and playing around with their
massive tits and balls might be amusing. But overall, slaves this big, in
my opinion, were best left hitched up in full harness. Some buyers no doubt
would prefer these giants, however, and I could see where it would take
something this big to serve as a draft animal.
"Slaves trained to the carriage, like this, cost tremendous sums,
Mr. Hughes, as you probably suspect. First, few slaves are big enough for
this service; second, training is lengthy; and third, a few slaves simply
crack under the heavy demands placed on draft animals and have to be
retrained for something else or simply sold off for body parts if we decide
not to just eliminate them ourselves. This team is working out fine,
though. The trainer tells me they work together well as a team and take
great pride in themselves as a team admired by all as they go down the
streets of our training facilities. Of course, when they're sold, it will
be as a team only and they'll be in draft service only on large private
estates outside the scrutiny of public eyes. Too bad," he sighed, "all
that selectivity and training and only a few super-wealthy ever get to
enjoy it. Think you might be interested someday? I'm sure you could
afford it if you wanted."
"Too big for my tastes, Sheik Amani," I laughed. "Draft slaves
pulling a carriage is a novel idea all right and controlling them via a
dildo stuck up their ass is clever and appeals to me somehow, but I
wouldn't want anything that big waiting on me at dinner, let alone draining
me at night."
The Sheik looked disappointed but quickly led me to the next room
where at least a hundred naked butts greeted us as we entered. Each slave
had draped themselves over a padded sawhorse by grabbing the sawhorse legs
on the far side with their hands and spreading their feet to push again the
sawhorse legs on the near side to best expose their spread ass and open
hole. They were methodically being "warmed up" by being whipped on their
butts by their trainers in sequence - about one trainer for each ten slaves
who steadily worked down the line of exposed butts. Any slave who yelled or
screamed or made any noise of protest at all at the imposed discipline was
singled out and beaten until they were unconscious. The system worked
well, apparently, in that the slaves learned quickly. After witnessing one
of the "corrective" beatings, to a person they accepted their beatings with
grace, dignity, and silence. In fact, today's lesson was to learn to thank
those beating them with a soft polite and sincere "Thank you, Master," as
soon as the beating was terminated. The slaves caught on quickly and before
long, each was expressing their gratitude for the beating in the
appropriate fashion. After they had been "warmed," it was time to be
fucked with a real penis instead of the prolonged dildo stretching all had
had earlier in their training. The trainers, all veteran slaves themselves,
had obviously been selected with their potential for fucking in mind
because they all sported huge erections which never seemed to falter
despite the number of trainees they fucked in these sessions.
"The secret is conditioning the trainer slaves to never orgasm," the
Sheik responded to my inquiry after I saw one trainer fuck his tenth
trainee in a row, all for rather extended periods. "Slave trainees are
allowed to have a muted grunt or even softly moan a little while getting
fucked, but any clamor beyond that leads to strong punishment in this part
of their training," the Sheik explained. "Nobody wants a noisy slave
servicing them. Tomorrow, they start training in anal constrictions while
being fucked. Just tolerating insertion isn't enough - tomorrow they have
to started milking the penis in them or they'll get punished. Of course,
the trainers will tell them exactly how to do this before they fuck them
tomorrow so most of them will catch on pretty quick to this new skill."
I looked down at the trainee's faces close to the floor as they were
being fucked the third time that afternoon by their trainer. Most were
lost in the prostate stimulation and were oozing precum at a prodigious
rate; a few were moaning softly in harmony with each pistoning; fewer yet
had the clenched jaws and closed eyes indicating remnants of passive
resistance which I was sure would quickly fade under the circumstances of
being chained to a sawhorse day after day of constant fucking by
unsympathetic trainers who were, after all, men who had accepted their
slavery long ago.
"I see some of them are still resisting, Sheik," I commented pointing
down at a slave whose face looked frozen in a silent scream while the tears
were flowing copiously down his cheeks as the trainer pistoned in and out
of his hole with his prick which was notably large in its circumference.
"We're about four weeks into training and a few are still adjusting to
the realities of their situation," the Sheik said with a smirk. "The time
it takes to adjust to all the demands expected of a DELTA Enterprise slave
depends so much on where they come to us from," the Sheik explained. "That
boy there, for instance, never knew what slavery was until he was captured
and sent here for training - it'll take a while in his case. You can't be
free as a fiddle one moment and turn into a well-trained compliant slave
the next moment - it takes some time and patience. He ran up huge gambling
debts with the Italian Mafia and couldn't pay them back - about a month
ago, the Mafia got tired of his excuses and gathered him up and sold him to
us to gain some repayment on their debt. His body was all he had as
collateral and he'd signed that over to the Mafia when he made his last big
loan - so it's all perfectly legal under Italian law. Good thing he's
young, well-built and good-looking or he'd be dead - his body's all that's
kept him alive and that'll be true the rest of his life. When he learns
that - he'll accept his new life and stop that silly crying and those
ridiculous facial gestures that are so distracting. And once he realizes
that getting his prostate stimulated by that nice big dick up his ass is
all the jollies he's probably ever going to get that might lead to orgasm
for him, he'll settle down real fast and start cooperating. It's just a
matter of time, Mr. Hughes," the Sheik said, "and a little patience," as he
moved his foot over between the slave's legs and lifted up the young
Italian's throbbing penis already dripping precum with a wink.
"How many come to you like that - I mean where they've been free
before?" I asked.
"Oh, probably about half of them - maybe a little less - I'm not
exactly sure," Sheik Amani speculated. "Most of them were losers one way
or another. You know, the homeless, those in over their heads in debt to
the wrong people, those into drugs and booze, those who can't keep a
regular job, those who are drifters without a family, those whose wives
kicked them out. Most of those 'free people' can't make it without
somebody structuring their lives for them. That's why they adjust so
quickly to DELTA training - they respond so well to structure in their live
- it just takes a while for it to soak in they're a lot happier as slaves
then they ever were free - they don't have to make decisions any more -
especially decisions that never worked for them. To most of them, getting
beaten, getting their ass fucked, or drinking down a load of cum just
because someone wants them to do it is a pretty small price to pay for
making them feel successful and needed - even if it means being just a
piece of property."
"What about the rest of them - the other half?" I asked.
"Well, they're a lot easier to train, that's for sure," Sheik Amani
laughed. "Usually it really only takes a week or two, but we subject
everyone to at least a month's training here at DELTA just to make sure we
don't have very many claims on our DELTA guarantee."
A crack of a whip over the heads of the trainees alerted them to the
next phase of their training as the trainers withdrew from the last slaves
they had been fucking in that phase of the afternoon training
session. "Position on knees" was the verbal command from the head trainer
and all the slave trainees turned around to face their trainers with their
knees spread as wide as possible, their hands clasped behind their heads,
their heads bowed as low as their neck collars would allow, their chest
thrust out and muscles tensed. Whips quickly crashed down on two of the
slaves who screamed in agony as the whips tore into their backs knocking
them to the floor temporarily. "When I say 'Position', it means with no
hesitation," the head trainer said calmly. "Now, let's try that
again. Position on your knees," he said calmly, and I saw the two beaten to
the ground were the first in the prescribed position this time around
despite their groans of agony as their bleeding backs stiffened. The
trainers stepped in front of the first of their charges and thrust their
still stiff penises into the faces of the slaves who, without any
hesitation whatsoever, opened their mouths wide and swallowed the offered
penises deep into their throats. I looked at the line-up and the throat
muscles were working hard to properly orally massage and suckle their
trainer's prick with anything less than complete cooperation totally
absence from what I could see.
Amidst the sucking and swallowing noises all around us, I asked Sheik
Amani, "Where do you get the other half - the half that's easier to train?"
"Oh, you mean those that were slaves to start with?" the Sheik laughed
as he saw one of the slaves really struggling to swallow the full load just
discharged into his throat by one of the trainers, not quite succeeding,
and some of the cum spilling out of his mouth and running down his chin and
onto his chest. "That fellow that just couldn't get it all down - he's
going to have to shallow five more loads without spilling before he gets
off his knees this afternoon. He'll be so full of cum he won't enjoy his
supper," Sheik Amani laughed. "I'm sorry, but I got diverted watching all
that cum spilling out of that slave's mouth. The fellows that weren't free
before coming to DELTA mainly were purchased at prisons all over the world,
but the United States is our biggest supplier - your country has so many
imprisoned and so little room to keep all those millions that it has worked
out real well - they're oversupplied with young slavemeat and we're in the
market. But most countries are able to supply us with at least some stock -
the young, well-built and well-equipped who are sentenced either to a
lifetime of hopeless idleness or execution. I'm sure you'd agree that
being a DELTA slave is a much better option for everyone involved: the
slave itself, the agent selling, and certainly the purchaser who offers a
new life and purpose to society's refuse surplus we collect here. You must
agree with us, Mr. Hughes, in that your new purchase called STUD is from
such a background himself. And then we buy up kids out of orphanages and
juvenile homes who meet our criteria - sure bets the life they would have
otherwise - I believe, Mr. Hughes, your purchase labeled CAGE 14 is from a
situation like that. And then the rest of them are born into it so there's
practically no training at all involved."
"Born into it?" I asked.
"Slaves can be bred like any other livestock, Mr. Hughes," Sheik Amani
said with a tone of excitement in his voice. "And it can be quite
profitable. Actually, some of our best stock is coming out of the breeding
farms now. You can order up what the market wants that way," the Sheik
explained, "although there's quite a lag involved," and he laughed as he
rolled his eyes. "DELTA Enterprises has two very large breeding farms in
full operation now, Mr. Hughes, although they're not here in Oman. We've
located them in more temperate climates - found we had fewer pregnancy
complications and the fertility rates are a little higher. Some of these
boys here sucking their hearts out are products of our breeding farms and
if they don't sell at a big price within a reasonable period of time, they
just may find themselves back at those farms fucking their little hearts
out to produce the next generation for good ol' DELTA Enterprises," and
Sheik Amani laughed at the thought. "Either way, sucking here or fucking
there, they'll have a good purpose in their life of service," the Sheik
added with a note of self-satisfaction.
All the slave trainees had had a chance to swallow at least one big
load by now and another crack of the whip announced the next stage of
training. "Stand up and posture for purchase," the head trainer said
softly and all slaves instantly stood up, spread their legs as far apart as
possible, tightened their asses and thrust their pelvis out as far as
possible, placed their hands in back of their heads and contracted their
neck, shoulder, upper arm, chest, abdominal, and thigh muscles as much as
possible while lifting their heads to a straight-ahead position. The
trainers proceeded down the line carefully feeling each slave's teeth,
stroking their cheeks, pinching their nipples, squeezing their pectorals,
rubbing their abdominal muscles, and stroking their penises until erect
while rather roughly massaging their ball sacs. Whenever a slave flinched
or shuddered in response to the "feeling", the trainers brutally lashed
them with their ever-handy slave whips. It was clear from their rock
steady positioning despite what was being done to them that most slaves had
conditioned themselves well to their intimate bodily inspections and by
this time the whiplashes were rather infrequent. Almost all responded
quickly to the genital stoking with immense erections - no doubt as a
result of being allowed to orgasm very infrequently while in the rigid
training program and only under the direct permission of their trainer -
and all of them seemed to drip rather profusely once they were erect -
another indication of their enforced seminal containment.
I commented on how quickly the slaves became erect and how readily
they all dripped copious amounts of precum.
"They'll be that way for most of their lives, now," Sheik Amani said.
"A good slave is always excited by his master and a good master makes sure
his slave is only allowed to cum when the master allows it. Mr. Hughes,
I'd recommended you only allow those two you bought to cum no more than
once a week or so - that way, they'll be hard almost all the time and
dripping every time you see them. It's good for them - reminds them their
pleasure is under your control and their bodies are for your use - not
theirs. It's good to keep that uppermost in a slave's mind all the time
and there's nothing like constantly full balls to remind a slave of that.
We recommend that to all out customers here at DELTA - in fact, it's on
page two of your owner's manual in red letters," Sheik Amani laughed.
"Master, Master, I...I can't hold it much longer," a nearby slave
pleaded who was being vigorously stroked by his trainer. The slave's hard
penis was twitching in the trainer's hand which was already coated with the
slave's preseminal offerings. Without hesitation, the trainer slapped the
slave hard across the face leaving a huge red welt in its wake calmly
stating, "You don't have permission to cum so you hold it in," and slapped
him again on the opposite cheek so hard it jerked the slave's head to one
side. "You only cum when you're told to," the trainer said continuing his
stroking but grabbed the slave's balls with his other hand and squeezed so
hard the slave screamed in pain. The minute he screamed, another trainer
lashed him viciously with the whip on the backside for screaming out and he
quickly muffled his forbidden reaction to the ball squeezing by pleading
"I'm sorry, Master," as humbly as he could with a panicked look in his
eyes.
"When can you cum?" the trainer asked the slave with another squeeze
of the balls.
"Only when my master orders me to, Sir," came the humble response as
the slave remembered to keep his pelvis thrust out for maximum access while
his hands remained glued to the back of his head.
"Where do they go after this session on learning how to display
themselves properly is over," I asked.
"Well, we give them a rest - at least sexually - after this, and they
go to their work assignments throughout the facility. Some are janitors,
some are gardeners, some are working in sales, some work in accounts
receivable, some work in our first-aid station and medical facility, some
man the phone bank, some work in mixing up the liquid protein and slave
chow rations, some work as trainers for the green slaves just coming in who
were free before and need a lot of acclimation - actually they do about
everything around here except make decisions - cuts out costs and offers
them another way to increase their worth to a prospective owner. Both of
your purchases, I believe worked with prospective customers as I recall -
didn't CAGE 14 work in "Customer Inquiries" and STUD work in "Sales
Inquiries"?
"You sure know your stock, Sheik Amani," I said with a note of real
admiration. "No wonder everything here seems to go so smoothly."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Hughes," the Sheik replied warmly. "As we
speak, CAGE 14 and STUD are preparing to show their replacements, who will
be drawn from this batch here, what to do in their assigned work stations
so if you called tomorrow, someone else would already be filling in for
them since they'll be busy enjoying the excitement of being shipped to
their new master's home," the Sheik commented. "That is, if they're not
too sore from their usage the night before to enjoy the trip," the Sheik
laughed as he winked at me with a big smile. "We encourage all of our
customers to make full use of the slave. Some of our first-time customers,
overwhelmed with the novelty of owning another human totally, make the
mistake of just using their slave's bodies for their sexual pleasures. But
the slaves have a lot more time and talent than that and they should be
kept busy every waking moment for their master's benefit. So they should
all be given heavy and consistent work assignments over and above all the
sexual usage you naturally plan to get out of your slave. Keeps the slave
out of trouble, keeps him or her from ever getting bored although most
owners don't worry too much about that really, makes him or her feel much
more worthwhile to his owner, and gives him a chance to develop some real
self-esteem over and above just the attributes of a good body to offer up
to his master. Slaves like to be worked, Mr. Hughes, and worked hard - no
doubt about it after you've been in this business as long as I have. Makes
them feel worthwhile, needed, and secure."
"Could we see some of the slaves at their work assignments," I asked.
"Of course, just as soon as they've finished posturing for the
afternoon. It isn't like they will have to dress for the event or
something," he joked. "Since they'll need to get used to being felt up in
every conceivable place another five minutes or so in their posturing
lesson before this session is over, let me show you the training sessions
designed for those just shipped in from situations where they were free
before - that's really the heart of DELTA Enterprise training - breaking a
person not much different from you or I to a lifetime of grateful
servitude. That's the essence of good slave training - right at that
level. Frankly, I think DELTA does it better than anyone."
We moved via another corridor to a separate single storied building
which was noticeably warmer and where the smell of vomit, excrement, urine,
and disinfectant were quite noticeable and there seemed to be a constant
din of sobbing, crying, gasping, and coughing broken by shrill screams,
shouts of outrage and anguish, groans of unrelenting pain, and tormented
moans of deep humiliation and unrelenting embarrassment.
"This is the processing center for new slaves just out of situations
where they were more or less free and self-determining. It takes a while
to realize their new circumstances - a piece of flesh up for sale for
whatever purpose his new owner decides. It's a big transition when you
think about it," the Sheik said seriously.
"I can well imagine," I responded. "Sheik, what's the first step?"
"Stripping them and getting them used to being naked all the time,"
the Sheik said without hesitation. "That's the first step. It's not so
hard as long as they're with the same gender because a lot of them are used
to it in locker rooms, gyms, etc. But when you keep them naked in front of
the opposite gender, they're so humiliated and embarrassed it takes a
steady whip to keep them even facing each other without trying to cover
themselves with their hands," the Sheik laughed. "And even when they
finally get used to that without constant blushing and avoiding looking at
anyone, we have to start all over when they are naked and others in the
room aren't - like us. The fact they're naked and we're not really drives
home the fact they're slaves under the direction of others. It's sort of
like the first real test of accepting unequal status. Why can you cover
yourself and I can't? Until a new trainee can answer that to their own
satisfaction, they haven't begun even the first step to acclimate to slave
status. Keeping a slave stripped in the presence of others is a powerful
lesson. It tells the slave he's nothing but a piece of property. We help
the slave along in his acclimation by two devices here at DELTA: (1) the
slightest objection, resistance, trying to cover or hide himself, or any
questioning whatsoever of his naked status is immediately met with a
whipping to the unconscious level - he or she thinks twice before resisting
or objecting ever again; and (2) we mix them in with new trainees who are
sent to us from non-free situations and where they are used to being naked
all the time - the fellows from our breeding farms or from some of those
foreign prisons where miscreants aren't issued clothing, etc. They tend to
find new trainees objecting to their nakedness as so trivial its
unbelievable compared to the harsher realities of slavery and view
objections to enforced nudity as demented, babyish, stupid, or spoiled
rotten, and they readily share these observations with the new trainees
which makes the new boys and girls question their own values and reactions
pretty strongly. It doesn't take long for many of the new boys to decide
their objections were pretty trivial and stupid in view of the total
situation, especially paired with the sobering thought that such a quick
change in values is the only way to escape being knocked repeatedly
unconscious with a most painful whipping. 'P & S,' we call it, Mr. Hughes,"
the Sheik laughed, "pain and shame for the uninitiated. It works wonders
with those just entering the wonderful world of slavery for the first
time," and the Sheik's eyes twinkled in his jocularity. "After about two or
three weeks, most of these new slaves get used to always being naked and
probably don't think too much about it after that no matter whose looking
at them. It's just part of being a slave to them. "But," the Sheik added,
"it's also a powerful and constant reminder of their new status."
"What's the next big problem with the uninitiated?" I asked the Sheik.
""Voice-training," was the quick reply. "Takes a lot of training to
convince them no one's interested in what they think, feel, opine, or
reflect on. All most masters are interested in is their total compliance
to the owner's wishes. Therefore, a simple signal of compliance is all
that's needed in most cases: 'Yes, Master;' 'No, Master;' 'Thank you,
Master;' and maybe "Sorry, Master;' are about all the verbiage that's
needed out of a slave. Most of the newly designated slaves were
conditioned their whole lives before being a slave to babble about how they
feel, what they think about something, their reactions to events, their
opinion of something or other, what they know about something or other, or
are into making endless suggestions or comments about practically
everything. All that crap has to go when they become a slave because no
owner is interested in any of that and is totally unwilling to tolerate a
slave with a running mouth. That what makes slave training harder than
training a dog or a horse - a good slave is basically a mute slave and a
human's ability to verbalize everything just gets in the way of being a
good slave. They used to just tear out the tongues of slaves - but it's
easy enough to condition them to not talk if you know what you're doing -
and DELTA Enterprises certainly voice-trains well in my opinion."
"How do you they do that?" I asked.
"First, they have to learn that nobody gives a damn about their
feelings, thoughts, opinions, and so forth, but just telling them that
doesn't do it. So we just shock the hell out of them with a cattle prod
the minute they say anything but the allowable four utterances: yes, no,
thank you, sorry. At first, they react to the searing pain of the prod by
just clamming up entirely which beats all the babble but after a week of
silence we cue them to always say the four allowables as appropriate
responses to a master's commands accompanied with a meek tone of utter
servility and always paired with the title of 'master' or, if its another
slave put in a position of authority over them, 'sir.' In that phase of the
training, they get the prod if they don't say the appropriate utterance
after each command and in a day or two they very seldom fail to make the
appropriate response. After a couple of weeks of that, they are taught to
answer direct questions only in the briefest amount of words to make them
more useful. Here they have to pause before answering to make sure their
response is brief, to the point, non-extraneous, and shows proper respect.
Failure on any of those criteria leads to the prod at its highest setting.
Conditioning like that makes terse, somewhat fearful speakers out of our
slaves with downcast eyes, cringing humility, and anxiety so high their
voice often shakes in fear their answer is going to be too long, too
disrespectful, or displeasing in some unknown way. You can always tell a
well-trained slave in this area - any verbalization at all is accompanied
with anxiety - and shaping the response to please the master is
everything." The Sheik added with a little laugh, "DELTA trained slaves
are never chatty, often start to tear up when asked anything beyond the
usual yes, no, thank you or sorry, and always project their slave status in
the tone of their response whether it be the allowable four or answering a
direct question in the fewest amount of words possible."
"How long does that electric prod training last?" I queried.
"It's relatively permanent, Mr. Hughes," the Sheik laughed. "Oh,
occasionally, you'll need to really slap CAGE 14 or STUD for too much
verbiage, but as long as you do, they'll stay voice-trained the rest of
their life. It doesn't extinguish easily - not with that kind of severe
punishment as the original reinforcement. You probably noticed that even
in inquiry and sales work, those two purchases of yours managed to say a
lot with few words and even in those extremely verbal jobs they tended to
never babble on needlessly or beyond your wishes, Mr. Hughes."
"You're right, Sheik Amani," I said. "My inquiries were answered to
my satisfaction but never was I irritated with excessive verbiage. And
both CAGE 14 and STUD were always totally respectful in their tone and
verbal mannerisms."
"Well, tonight you'll see how really well voice-trained they are,
Mr. Hughes," the Sheik added. "I would guess their duties tonight won't
require much verbiage beyond the allowable four and even then I doubt if
you're going to tolerate the 'sorry' response."
"You're right about that, Sheik," I laughed. "All I expect to hear
out of those boys is 'Yes, Master' and 'Thank you, Master' - that is, if
they're as well-trained as you claim."
"You won't be disappointed with DELTA-trained boys, Mr. Hughes. Of
that, I'm sure."
With that, we left the building of cattle prods sizzling, the
ever-present cracking of whips, the constant blushing and looks of utter
humiliation, and endless crying mixed with panicked screaming and
despairing moans surrounding the persistent acclimation to slavery of the
new trainees. "Shall we visit some of the slaves on their work
assignments, Mr. Hughes?" the Sheik asked, "or are you getting tired of all
this sweat and tears?"
"I'm game, Sheik," I said and the Sheik led me out of the buildings
entirely to the stifling heat of the surrounding gardens where slaves, both
male and female, wearing only their ankle shackles, were busily pruning
shrubs, irrigating the lawn and planting new flowers. Over then stood
another naked slave carrying a long multi-bladed whip in one hand and an
electric prod in the other. This slave wore an upper body harness
emphasizing his tremendous musculature instead of shackles, a tall neck
collar and a wide ring around the base of his genitals causing them to
protrude outward rather noticeably.
"Each 10 to 12 trainees has a slave overseer assigned to them - that's
the slave with the body harness on carrying the whip and prod. It's his
job to make sure they work unceasingly at their assigned tasks and to make
sure they never slow down or take a break - that's not allowed. If he
doesn't keep them working as hard as they're able all the time, he's placed
in shackles in this same work gang and one of the others is promoted to his
overseer job. No one beats or shocks you if you're the overseer, so he
generally makes sure he never loses his job and that keeps everyone working
at top speed and efficiency. That way the system sort of monitors itself
and we don't have to worry much about making sure the slaves are working
hard all the time.
"What if they have to eliminate while they're working?" I asked.
"Generally, it isn't allowed in that they all had a toilet break prior
to this assignment. They all had complete enemas before their afternoon
sex training, of course, and they have to learn to hold it in during their
work duties anyway. The first stop after this work period is the toilets
and they know it so most of them just learn to hold it in. But if they
absolutely have to, they just do it without stopping their work and get
soundly beaten as well as shocked for it. Of course, they have to lick up
and eat their own mess as well. Just once doing that and they learn to
hold it in until they bust, Mr. Hughes."
The overseer spotted one of the young men furtively scratching his
balls while transferring potted plants and the whip quickly scorched his
back with an accompanying agonizing scream as he frantically picked up his
work pace. The overseer calmly reminded the slave "You can never touch your
body unless your master commands it," and sent another strong lash across
the slave's back as a reminder of this standing dictate.
"Yes, master," I heard the slave respond between his pained gasps.
One of the female slaves carrying potted plants dropped a pot when the
whip cracked out so close to her. She looked in dismay at the broken pot
and panic swept over her face as she gazed at the overseer. "I'm sorry,
Master," she blurted out as he quickly advanced toward her with the prod
and placed it on her lower abdomen. "Augh," she shrieked as the current
coursed through her body and she crumbled to the ground in desperation.
"Being sorry isn't enough, slavegirl," the overseer said calmly as she
writhed in a series of spastic twitches in her overwhelming pain. "You can
never harm the master's property in any way and you just broke one of the
master's pots. You will need to pay for that with your pain" and he jabbed
her again on the butt with the electric prod as another jolt coursed
through her and she temporarily passed out before she could appropriately
thank the overseer for his effort on her behalf. The next time around, she
would surely be required to say "Thank you, master," after being
administered the corrective shock - that is, if she could remain conscious
long enough.
I could see all the various values involved in being a good slave were
being taught at every opportunity during the work session and there was
probably no substitute for this type of training experience. No wonder, I
thought to myself, DELTA Enterprises was able to offer a 90-day money-back
guarantee on their stock.
"Want to see your two purchases instructing their replacements,
Mr. Hughes?" the Sheik asked.
"Might be interesting," I responded.
We moved back into the cool of the main administrative building and
went up to the ninth floor on the elevator. As soon as the elevator door
opened, I saw CAGE 14 wearing a telephone headset sitting alongside his
prot‚g‚e also wearing a telephone headset and nothing else. They were busy
answering a call and CAGE 14 was having the trainee listen in on the
conversation. When that call was finished, CAGE 14 let the trainee handle
the next one and when it was finished, I saw him comment on the trainee's
performance with a sincere look of concern in his face. At one point in
the talk between the two, I saw CAGE 14 reach out and smack the trainee
across the mouth so hard a trickle of blood ran down the trainee's
chin. "You'll never get sold as a DELTA-guaranteed slave with an attitude
like that," I heard CAGE 14 snap. Apparently, CAGE 14 expected to be taken
seriously and carefully listened to when giving instructions to mere
trainees. The trainee, almost as good looking and certainly as well-built
as CAGE 14, allowed his tears to flow down his cheeks but he paid rapt
attention to his mentor with a look of absolute awe and respect from then
on since CAGE 14 had obviously graduated to the final level of successful
training - purchase by a qualified buyer - the ultimate criteria of being
worthy.
The Sheik took me next to see STUD instructing his replacement in the
"Sales Inquiry" department. STUD was showing the trainee how to call up
information on DELTA's vast computerized database. While we were
observing, the department overseer announced that the other slaves would be
given a special treat of being allowed to talk to STUD before he left for
good with his new owner and they should be thinking about what they might
like to say in the allowed one minute of "slavetalk." STUD's colleagues in
that department, all desirous of purchase themselves, were eager to
congratulate STUD on his sale, and when the minute of talk commenced, STUD
preened in receiving their praise. It was obvious the other slaves were
genuinely envious of STUD's sale but were nevertheless happy for him.
"Has your new master used you yet?" a tall, handsome blond in the
workstation next to STUD asked him with a envious tone of curiosity.
"We're being sent to his hotel tonight," STUD answered as his prick
swelled in front of everyone.
"We're? How many did your owner buy?" the blond responded as his
prick also quickly grew just thinking about it.
"Two of us - CAGE 14's the other one," STUD responded.
"You've got a rich master, STUD," the blond said with considerable
envy. "He'll probably take care of you fine as long as you behave
yourself," he added with a wink.
"Don't concern yourself about that, Pleasure," STUD answered. "I'm
DELTA-trained so I know how to keep a owner happy. Don't worry, slaveboy,
your day will come and then you can make a master as happy as I'm going to.
You've got the equipment, the training, the motivation, and the looks to
make any owner happy - it'll happen one of these days - I'm sure of it,
Pleasure," STUD said with a lot of encouragement in his voice.
Pleasure dripped more precum in response and tears welled in his eyes
as he silently said goodbye to this friend he'd met in training. Maybe
STUD was right - someday he'd get a private owner too and, when he did,
he'd make sure that owner was so damn happy with him he'd never want to
sell Pleasure, or whatever his owner named him, off to anybody, let alone
bring him back to DELTA on the guarantee.
"Verbal time up," the overseer said quietly and the slaves muted
themselves instantly.
Sheik Amani said, "Seen enough, Mr. Hughes? I could show you how we
retrain the very few DELTA slaves returned in the guarantee period,
although I must warn you training is somewhat harsher under these
circumstances."
"I'm sure it is, Sheik," I laughed, "and rightfully so in my opinion.
But I've seen what I came to see. It was a most enjoyable tour, Sheik
Amani, in large part thanks to your gracious hospitality and genuine
friendliness, and I'm most appreciative. I'm only sorry I can't return the
favor immediately to such a charming host."
"Your purchases of DELTA stock are thanks enough, Mr. Hughes. I have
a strong feeling we'll be doing business again in the future as you develop
the need for more stock or tire of the stock you have. I especially
appreciated your interest in the details of our business enterprise. Such
customer interest is relatively rare but greatly admired among those of us
in the trade. I suppose we view your interest as a compliment to those of
us involved in developing a top product," the Sheik gushed.
"That's a good way to put it, Sheik Amani, "because that's exactly
what it is: a compliment to those people like yourself devoted to
delivering top product to the customer. I'm confident I'll be very pleased
with the stock I purchased here - and that's before I've even tried them
out," I laughed. "But your training procedures tell me I have little to
worry about. I can't think of a better way to prepare stock for their
future life."
"Thank you, Mr. Hughes," the Sheik added. "Now, while I'm arranging
for the limo to take you over to the hotel, let's go up to my office where
there's a little paperwork to take of concerning your purchase if you don't
mind."
"Of course not," I responded.
I settled into a comfortable chair across from the Sheik's beautiful
walnut desk in his spacious office on the top floor of DELTA Enterprises.
"With every purchase we have four items we have to take care of.
First, here's the bill of sale on CAGE 14 and another one for STUD so
you're now the official owner of these two properties. You'll need these
if and when you decide to sell. Second, here's the receipt for payment in
full for both properties so you'll always have a statement of "paid in
full" if you ever need it. Incidentally, Mr. Hughes, your bank was very
prompt in electronically transferring the funds to the DELTA
account. Third, here's a copy of our 90-day money back unconditional
guarantee for both properties dated as of delivery tomorrow and, I might
add, if you ever decide to employ this guarantee there will be no questions
asked whatsoever. DELTA Enterprises' reputation is on the line with all
its merchandise. Fourth, and most important of all, is the DELTA owner's
manual we've had bound in red leather for you. Read through it first
chance you get - there's a lot of valuable information in it and it will
make you very comfortable in your new role as a master of DELTA-trained
stock. Mr. Hughes, the only problem we've ever had with returns has been
where the new owner hasn't gone through the manual. The slaves can only be
expected to respond in the way they've been trained, at least initially, so
it's important to go through it carefully until you can get the slaveboys
trained to your own exacting standards.
Now, that limo I promised is probably waiting outside to take you to
your hotel where you can get refreshed and rested before I send your two
purchases over. I'm sure they'll see to your pleasure tonight," he added
with a sly smile.
"I'm sure they will, Sheik," I laughed. "If not, rest assured you'll
hear about it first thing in the morning," I added with a wink and a
parting handshake.
"Give me a call at this extension in the morning when you're through
with the boys," he said as he handed me his business card. We'll send an
agent over to pick them up from your hotel room and get them ready for
shipment according to your exact instructions. The DELTA agent will take
care of all the details: exit visas, passports, all airline tickets and
transfers as well as the clothing and control devices you ordered. You'll
only need to pick them up at the Miami airport as soon as they've deplaned
from tourist class on your flight and take them to passport control along
with you. They'll be carrying their own passports and tickets so you won't
need to bother with that. They're always issued Omani passports and
immigration permits for the country of their new owner so if you don't
renew their immigration permit card in seven years and they get deported,
they are deported right back to Oman and the officials here ship them right
back to the DELTA warehouse. Kind of a built-in homing device. That way
the slaves have every reason to stay close to their owners. If they
strayed away, all that would happen is they would be picked up as illegal
immigrants and shipped right back here for that harsh retraining and
resale. They all know that, so I doubt if you'll need to worry about too
much security of your property, Mr. Hughes. And, of course, they won't be
encumbered with any luggage.
"Now about delivery tonight, Mr. Hughes. They'll be sent over to your
hotel room dressed in a disposable Omani robe we use when we sent them out
beyond our facilities but they'll be ringed and collared just as you last
saw them. Usually, they have enough sense to rid themselves of the robe
the minute they get inside their owner's room and save it for the return to
our facilities to get ready for their flight, but if they're forgetful in
their excitement of new ownership, just say the magic five-letter word and
that should do it," he prompted.
"Strip?" I questioned.
"You got it," the Sheik answered with a warm parting handshake. "I
probably won't be able to see you off tomorrow in that we have some new
customers scheduled in for viewing of our available stock, but rest assured
our agent will take care of all the details of getting your property
shipped to you in Miami in perfect order and our limo is already scheduled
to pick you up at the appropriate time to get you to the airport in good
time for your flight home from Muscat.
"And, of course," he said with a small pat on my back, "those
welcoming gifts from DELTA will be in the limo again to make sure you are
well taken care of before your long trip home. Use them any way you see
fit. Remember, Mr. Hughes, it'll be a good 14 to 16 hours before you're
back in Miami and have your new boys at your beck and call. It's a good
idea to get full satisfaction before such a taxing journey. It's on the
house, of course," and he once again gave me a sly little wink. "I
especially like that blond from Norway."
"After tonight, I may not be in any shape to use them, Sheik," I
muttered.
"Nonsense, Mr. Hughes, you'll be surprised what two or three hours of
rest can do for a man when so much attractive slavemeat is available at
your beck and call."
"Well, even then," I laughed, "there are limits to human endurance,
but I'll give it the old American try if you insist," and with that left
the gracious Sheik's office.
SAMPLING THE NEW PURCHASES:
DELTA Enterprise's agent paged me in the first class lounge at the
Muscat airport prior to my departure for London as the first leg of the
return to Miami.
"Mr. Hughes, your purchases have already boarded your Cathay Pacific
flight to London. At the London airport, they have been instructed to
remove each other's butt plugs, defecate if possible, douche thoroughly
before replugging each other, and board the TWA flight direct to Miami as
soon as permitted. Their seat numbers to London are 55 E & F; from London
to Miami they are in seats 89 G & H in case you need them for any
purpose. They have been clothed and outfitted exactly as you requested.
When you land, they will expect you to collect them upon deplaning. If
there are any problems, please do not hesitate to contact us here at DELTA
Enterprises. Again, Mr. Hughes, we thank you for your business," he
finished with a slight bow.
As a first-class passenger, I could board at the last minute without
any problem and certainly had time to down another cup of coffee. The host
in the Muscat airport lounge was a good-looking stud dressed in the flowing
robes of that country and, as he poured a fresh cup of coffee for me, he
gave me a rather promiscuous look of availability.
"Sorry, but I'm all played out," I said as I stroked his silky smooth
cheek lightly. He looked disappointed but quickly disappeared to the
lounge kitchen.
Played out was hardly the word for it. CAGE 14 and STUD had arrived
from DELTA Enterprises last night exactly as scheduled, removed their robes
immediately upon entering and promptly assumed a submissive position with
their hands at their side and their heads, positioned by their high neck
collars, straight ahead. Their genitals, thrust out by the wide genital
band at the base of their scrotums, were semi-erect already and their tits,
swollen around their nipple rings, were like brown half-dollars on their
massive muscular chests and looked like they begged to be played with.
Both were actually extraordinarily beautiful men: so handsome with
their long eye lashes and strikingly handsome features highlighted by
perfect muscular physiques and massive but not grotesque sexual
equipment. It was hard for me to believe that I actually now owned such
exceptional men to toy with as I saw fit. I reached out and hefted STUD's
balls with my hands and churned his testicles through my fingers. He never
flinched but did thrust his pelvis out gently so my genital play could be
made even easier. His balls felt firm and full and as I continued to
massage them, the cum began to leak out slowly from his now fully swollen
prick which was truly phenomenal in both length and girth. The thought that
these balls now belonged to me to do with exactly as I wanted overwhelmed
me: I could massage them all day if I wanted; I could cut them off if it
was my whim to make a eunuch of him; I could crush them in my palm if I
wanted to witness him suffering; I could play with him until it became so
difficult for him not to cum without my permission that his struggles could
amuse me. Those balls belonged to me now and I could do exactly what I
wanted with them.
"Who do these balls belong to, slave?" I asked as I gave them a sharp
squeeze as I continued my ball massage.
"They belong to you now, Master," came the soft reply through STUD's
smiling lips and twinkling eyes and he gently thrust himself further into
my palm as his way of confirming my absolute ownership.
"Yes, STUD, these balls are for me to do with as I please. They're to
bring me pleasure any way I choose: I can heft them up and play with them
like I'm doing now; I can snip them off and have them for supper; I can
slip them in my mouth and chew on them if I want although," I snickered,
"they're so damn big I doubt if I can chew on more than one at a time, or I
can weight them down and stretch them, or I can drain them every day and
sell your sperm output like a dairy cow, or I could inject them with saline
solution until they're three times bigger and show you off as a novelty. Is
that right, STUD?"
"Yes, master," STUD replied with a broad smile.
"And who does this black prick belong to?" I asked as I stoked the 14"
shaft as best with my other hand. The skin of his shaft was smooth and
satiny and almost glowed maroon as the blood gorge shown through the
velvety black skin. The shaft twitched as I gripped it and milked some more
precum out of it.
"It's yours now, Master," STUD gasped as I squeezed the shaft hard for
emphasis.
"Your last owner play with it a lot, STUD?" I asked.
"Yes, master."
"Explain, STUD."
"Master, when she first bought me, she played with me until I got real
hard and then she had me fuck her until she'd had all the orgasms she
wanted at that time. Generally she had me fuck her pretty slow because of
my size and all," and STUD blushed and looked down at the ground in
embarrassment, "but after she'd orgasmed four of five times, she generally
ordered me to stop fucking her and just stand there while she played with
me since I'd been ordered not to cum until she told me. Generally, she'd
pump me with her hand until I was breathing very hard and dripping sweat
all over, and then she'd give me permission to cum which I did in a big
way, Master. At that time, she used to squeeze my balls hard to make sure
I'd given her my whole load and wasn't satisfied until my balls were soft
and flabby."
"Did you get tired fucking that long?" I asked out of curiosity, "or
was she riding you most of the time?"
"She said slaves should do all the work so I did all the fucking but I
never got tired, Master, but I got sort of anxious at first making sure I
didn't shoot like she'd ordered me. But after a few days I got confidence I
could do what my mistress wanted without fail, Master."
"I would think so, STUD," I responded. "The Sheik told me she got so
sore she stopped using you. Did you get sore?"
"No, master. We DELTA slaves get used so much in training, it's
pretty hard to get us sore just from sexual usage. Our skin's been
toughened up pretty well before we're offered up for sale, Master," STUD
explained.
I continued my stroking of STUD and felt another drop of cum leak down
on my wrist. "After she stopped having you fuck her, did you get much
usage?"
"Yes, Master."
"Explain, STUD," I ordered.
"She milked me at least once every day because she liked the taste of
my cum and used it as a table condiment at her meals. She said if she
couldn't soak it up one way, she soak it up another and she thought a daily
load of cum out of a young healthy slaveboy was the best tonic in the world
for those who could afford it. She generally milked me right at the dinner
table because she said it was better the fresher it was. Usually she just
pumped it right onto her plate or bowl but sometimes she'd just suck it
straight down right out of me. She said I was too big to really suck, so
she just pumped me with her hand until I was ready to shoot and then had me
shoot right into her mouth or onto a plate or bowl or something handy."
"Did she just have her meals with you alone?" I asked.
"No, Master, generally she had a lot of guests, and when she invited
them to do the same with me, sometimes I had to shoot off until I couldn't
anymore and then I'd get beaten, Master."
"How many rounds could you go, STUD?" I asked laughing.
"Only about three or four, Master, if I'd been drained the day before.
If I hadn't been used for several days, Master, I could go five or six
times, but after the first two times, I didn't produce enough to suit them
usually so I usually ended up getting beaten for that anyway. But after a
few days of disappointing her guests with me, my mistress bought some other
slaveboys at DELTA so each guest wanting fresh cum got a fresh slaveboy to
milk. She was real careful in sizing out those new slaveboys she bought,
Master, and she only bought up boys where she'd could comfortably suck them
off without stretching her mouth and where she could have them fuck her all
day without any discomfort. When I saw that those new slaveboys were
equipped about half my size, I knew my days were probably numbered before
I'll be shipped back to DELTA. Master, after those new boys came, they got
a lot of use and I was sort of turned over to her guests for usage or used
as an entertainment at her dinner parties."
"How did the guests use you," I asked.
"A lot of them milked me with their hands because they liked to play
with a slaveboy as big as me and my equipment was a real novelty for
them. And they liked the big loads they got out of me. Some of them just
like to play with all that equipment hour and hour while they were doing
something else, like eating or talking to someone. And a lot of her male
guests liked to fuck me - they said I was a real good fuck and they enjoyed
fucking someone hung as heavy as I am. One of them told me its more fun
for masters to fuck a male slave whose a real stud - it tells everyone
whose the slave and whose the master much, much better than fucking some
whimpering little mouse whose not even fully developed yet and it gives the
master a real rush when you fuck over a boy hung bigger than you are."
"What about the entertainment usage?"
"The mistress liked to stage little dinner shows where she'd have me
fuck some of her girl slaves who had the same trouble she did with me
except this time no one cared whether it hurt or not. She and her guests
liked to hear the girls squeal and groan as I pounded into them. She
wanted me to always cum with them, Master, because she wanted those girls
to breed and I bet I got a number of them knocked up for her, Master," STUD
added with some pride. "Only problem was, some of those girl slaves would
be bleeding pretty badly by the time the mistress ordered me to stop
fucking them. But some of the audience seemed to like that part of it too,"
STUD continued.
"What else, STUD," I queried as I continued to gently stroke his
quivering and still dripping shaft.
"The mistress usually had me fuck her boy slaves first, Master. I was
ordered not to cum to save it for breeding the females, and so I could fuck
a number of them in succession for her and her guest's amusement," he
answered.
"Jesus, I bet they squealed when you fucked them with this monster," I
said as I begin to pump him with a squeezing motion.
"Master, most DELTA slaveboys get their assholes stretched pretty
thoroughly before they're sold to prepare them for just such an event,"
STUD said earnestly. "Most of them had dildos as big as I am inserted in
them for several hours running just to get them use to it in case that's
what their masters or mistresses might want of them. And slaves are taught
to always keep their holes well lubricated in case of any usage unless
their owners order otherwise. And, Master, I was carefully trained to
always go in slowly and gently to allow the hole time to adjust due to my
size." "Still, STUD, something like this," I said squeezing his prick hard
to make my point, "is bound to open anyone's hole about as big as it can
get and they're sure to feel it I don't care how much training they're
had," and I ran my hand over the head of his prick to see him shudder from
the feeling as another drop of cum spread across the palm of my hand.
"Oh, they felt it all right, Master," STUD chuckled. "When they saw
what was ordered up for them, most of them knew enough to get their butt
high up in the air, their legs as part apart as possible, and to relax
their hole as much as they possibly could. They also reminded themselves
not to scream no matter what as they'd been trained. And each boy reminded
himself from their own training that after the initial shock was over, the
pain would subside a little as their hole stretched. Nevertheless, when I
first entered their hole most of them had to stifle their screams and keep
it at a low moan while they took it in. At first, the pain came from the
circumference and most of them had had a 4" circumference dildo in them at
the end of their stretching period, but I'm just a little over that,
Master. So most of them broke out in a real sweat as soon as I entered,
Master, and I could feel a few of them really tighten up as their pain hit
them. But what really got to them was my length, Master. Most of them had
had a 12" length phallus rammed up them maximum so I decided to only fuck
them with about three-fourths entry, but my mistress and her guests, when I
stopped at about 10 inches insertion, ordered me to go all the way in to my
balls, so I did, of course, and those slaveboys were simply skewered and,
despite all their months of training, began to scream and cry and beg and
plead and some of them started to bleed pretty badly, but the mistress and
her guests told me to fuck them hard all the way until they told me to
stop. They then ordered us to position ourselves so the guests could study
the face of the slave being fucked while I was on the slave's back so they
could see my face too."
"How many slaveboys did you fuck while you were there?" I asked STUD.
"About two or three a night, Master, before the guests got bored with
it," STUD answered.
"What happened to the boys you fucked?" I asked.
"A few of them handled it all right, Master," STUD answered. "But a
few of them passed out from the pain the first few times I fucked them and
usually they had me move on when they passed out because they're wasn't
much entertainment in fucking a slave who wasn't participating they said,
and a lot of them broke out of their training and started screaming and
hollering knowing they'd get beaten raw for it but they couldn't help
themselves. But the mistress and her guests got a kick out of that and
ordered me to just fuck them harder when they did that. Most of them were
screaming because I was tearing their anal membranes and they bleed for a
long time afterwards. When they got torn that way, they weren't fucked for
at least two weeks to give them time to heal back up. One of those slaves
never did stop bleeding though and he had to be sent back to DELTA as part
of their guarantee. I found out when I was sent back myself they
hospitalized him at DELTA and got him sewn up just fine, his infection
under control, and then sent him back to the dildo stretching portion of
the training. As soon as he had been restretched with their regimen of
larger and larger phallus insertions, he was sent to me to get fucked daily
for a month. At the end of the month, he could handle a hard pounding with
no more than a few grunts. He got sold real soon after that to another
owner but I don't know whether he was going to need that sort of training
or not by his new owner, Master."
"STUD, you've had a lot of use for a slaveboy as young as you are," I
said as I increased the tempo of my shaft stroking. "I hope you're not
getting worn out."
"No, Master," STUD politely laughed, "you can use me all you want and
this boy won't wear out on you."
The pool of leaking cum in the palm of my one hand seemed to testify
to the truth of STUD's statement and as I hefted his huge balls with my
other hand again to churn them through my fingers, I again marveled at
their fullness and firmness. "All mine," I muttered more to myself than
anybody.
"Yes, Master," STUD answered.
"I think I'll have you suck me a while and when you've got me good and
ready, I'll signal you to get on your back with your hole wide open and
those legs up in the air so I can fuck you good while I play with your tit
rings. Now, kneel, boy," I commanded as I let loose of his twitching prick
and swollen balls.
"Yes, Master," STUD said as he instantly slid to his knees, spread his
knees wide as he'd been trained and opened his jaws wide as he leaned
forward toward my groin. I slipped out of my lounging robe and felt his
lips engulf me as he quickly swallowed me deep into his throat. His
well-trained tongue stoked the bottom of my shaft while his throat lining
tickled the head of my prick as his throat muscles took up a steady
massaging and swallowing motion. His handsome high-boned cheeks sunk in as
he suctioned for all he was worth and I envisioned him sucking his heart
out every morning as he breakfasted on those big rubber dildos set into the
wall with the slave's liquid protein mix. That training was sure paying off
now if my reaction was any indicator. Within minutes I felt I couldn't
hold it much longer and jerked out of his tightly gripping mouth with a
loud pop. He looked at me for instruction and when I motioned with one
finger for him to get on his back, he hefted his ass up in the air by
bracing his hands in back of him and spread his legs so far apart it was
easy to get into a good position to fuck him with ease. His hole was open,
shining with grease, and winking as it anticipated my entry. I shoved into
him the entire length without any preliminaries whatsoever and heard him
softly grunt in acknowledgment of my claimed ownership of his hole. After
full entry, I stayed there a moment until I felt him begin his anal
massaging caused by contracting and then relaxing his anal muscles which
felt like he was pumping my shaft with no movement required on my
part. When he'd assumed a regular pumping action, I began to play with his
tits by gently squeezing and pinching them until they were fully erect.
They were about three to four times bigger than mine by design. Many
slaves had developed big tits in response to their tit rings which tended
to keep them swollen and growing until they got to STUD's size. That was
one of the big advantages of installing tit rings on slaveboys. It produced
tits fun to play with. But tit rings had other advantages, I mused, as I
began to twist first one and then the other. It gave the master a strong
degree of control over the slaveboy. A good twist of those rings and the
boy attached to them knew exactly who was in charge and generally did most
anything to please his owner after some disciplinary tit twisting. And the
way they stuck out on those muscular chests made the slave so damn
accessible to tit ring discipline. In this respect, they were as good as
the genital rings in making things open and accessible to everyone. No
wonder slaveboys seldom caused their owners trouble - it was just too easy
to remind them of who and what they were when they were properly ringed and
those ringed slaveboys lived with those remembrances each and every day.
Because of STUD's expert milking action, I was getting so excited I
couldn't help but start seriously joining in the fucking myself and because
to pump in and out of STUD with some heavy thrusting of my own. As I
banged into his butt, he seemed to enjoy it, greeting each thrust with an
enthusiastic sensual moan. I reached around and felt his churning balls
and then his prick which was now leaking semen copiously all over the
floor. Obviously, this boy was enjoying himself. As I continued to piston
STUD, I took up chewing on first his right and then his left tit which
swelled even larger after I began sucking on them in addition. I heard
STUD moan even more after I began the tit chewing but, instead of pulling
away from my mouth, he thrust his chest out to make his tits even more
accessible for my usage. Finally, despite all my efforts to prolong the
pleasure, I plunged into STUD's ass as far as I could and shot quarts of
cum far up his anal tract while he continued his anal pumping movements to
extract the last drop from me. Finally, I was completely emptied. STUD
sensed the cessation of my spasms and relaxed his anal tract so I could
withdraw at my pleasure. With a loud plop, I pulled completely out and
said, "Clean it off, boy," as I released his tit rings. STUD's face shot
for my groin and he lathered my shaft thoroughly with his saliva before
beginning a swirling cleansing motion of his tongue and then sucked off my
remaining semen, his lubricant, and his saliva down in some heavy
swallowing movements of his throat.
"Thank you, master," STUD said respectively.
"Good job, STUD," I responded. "Now get down on your hands and knees
and lick up that mess of drippings you made on the floor, boy."
STUD instantly got on all fours and bent his head the best he could
within the confines of his high neck collar to lick up his own seminal
drippings pooled on the floor and then swallowed his lickings. "I may let
you unload when I'm through with you if you keep up the good work, boy, but
remember if and when to unload is always your master's decision, STUD."
"Yes, Master," STUD responded in his respectful tone, but I noticed
his fully hard prick twitched as he responded and a new drop of cum oozed
out of his opening.
"Stand up, STUD. I want to really look you over before I give you a
little rest and go to work on CAGE 14 here." CAGE 14 stood perfectly still
but I saw him tremor in anticipation as his erect prick spasmed a little.
"STUD, posture," I ordered and the slave jerked to the prescribed
position with his legs spread wide, his hands clamped to the back of his
head, his muscles tensed, and his pelvis thrust forward. I slowly and
carefully went over every square inch of his body starting with running my
finger over each and every tooth and checking out his gums, then stroking
his cheeks and forehead, rubbing his ears gently, running my hand through
his well clipped hair, then feeling each and every muscle in his arms,
neck, and shoulders checking for muscle definition as well as healed whip
scars, bruises and lesions under the skin, and skin texture. His upper back
and shoulders were lightly coated with barely noticeable whip scars which
would probably never go away but the knots and lesions under the skin in
those areas, caused by heavy beatings in his background either in his
childhood, his late adolescent in prison, or in his DELTA slave training
would serve as a constant reminder of the consequences of exerting any will
of his own, any hint of disobedience, or anything perceived as less than
total and complete cooperation with the wishes of the owner. When I pressed
hard into one of the lesions, the pain caused STUD to shudder a little and
I noticed a quick look of fear and dread dart across his face. Yes, he'd
remember who and what he was, all right! I then proceeded to feel each and
every muscle across his washboarded stomach, then moved up and really
examined his pectorals, his swollen tits and minutely inspected how those
rings were pierced through the tit itself and then soldered shut. The
growth taking place since their installation precluded them sliding through
the tit itself anymore - the tit had simply grown around it to some extent
but I could see they could be removed without too much trouble if I so
desired some day. And not sliding around probably made it a lot more
comfortable for the slaveboy than when they were first installed.
I ordered STUD to bend over in that I wanted to really feel his ass
and hole rather than just fuck it. His ass was well muscled but retained
its protruding roundness which made him most attractive from the backside.
His shaved asschecks were so smooth they looked like polished black marble.
His ass was just the right combination of muscle and flesh to make it
genuinely appealing at any and all angles. His hole, now leaking my own
white cum which was working its way down his thigh, was perfectly round,
puckered into a tight red closing which sort of vibrated with his
breathing. When I pushed my middle finger against the closing, it opened
readily and sort of swallowed the finger up to the first knuckle without
any pushing at all. I swiftly inserted my finger as far as it would go and
STUD grunted in acknowledgment of my entry but stood rock steady and began
pumping my finger with steady well- trained anal contractions. I slid my
finger around a bit, marveled at how tight he was after all the fucking
he'd probably experienced over the past few years and then inserted a
second finger since my cum was now oozing out in torrents. Again, STUD
moaned softly but held steady and began to pump both fingers with his anus.
"You get fucked a lot in prison, slaveboy?" I asked as I shoved my
fingers in and out of his hole.
"Yes, master.....a lot," was the answer while he remained with his
face toward the ground and his feet spread wide.
I jerked my fingers out and said, "Resume posture, slave."
Instantly, STUD assumed the commanded position and I stuck my finger
to his lips whereupon he opened his mouth and sucked them in for cleansing.
His tongue quickly got the last drop of his cum off of my fingers and I
removed them and dried them in his hair.
I then picked up each leg one at a time and studied the muscle
definition, whip abrasions, and lesions on his thighs and butt. STUD was
about as muscular as a man could get without getting an overblown ugly look
to them, but the lesions on his butt and upper thighs told me a lot of
lessons had been taught in this flesh. Frankly, it would make his training
last for a lifetime, I thought to myself. I then hefted his balls up to
study how the genital ring fit. He was nicely callused in back of his
balls where the wide ring rubbed against his torso but the ring fit just
right - it would slip around a little with pressure, but the fit was tight.
The weld and tight fit made sure it could never be removed by anyone but an
expert in this area who had all the right equipment, and the wide band
served its purpose of constantly keeping all that hefty equipment on
constant display. As I rubbed the callous, it was thick enough I could
imagine the constant irritation the ring caused until the skin callused. I
knew that initial constant awareness was an important part of a slave's
training in that they could never forget, even for a moment, for weeks on
end, that their equipment had been banded for display and their owner's
convenience. It served to constantly remind the new slave their whole body
was their master's, not theirs, anymore. I remembered Sheik Amani had
mentioned that banding a boy's genitals did more than anything to get them
into a slave's mind-set. As I turned the band slowly in my hand and felt
STUD shudder at this seldom felt sensation coursing from the base of his
ball sac, I again felt some cum dripping onto my wrist. I then told STUD
to heist himself up on an small footstool in my quarters so his equipment
would be easily to view. When he had reassumed the proper posture, I
looked his shaft over thoroughly and studied the glans, slit and corona for
any signs of damage or overuse. I then did the same with his balls,
looking at the textured skin covering carefully as I kneaded each testicle
enclosed for lumps or lesions. Again, this slave seemed totally undamaged
by his prior usage so any damage incurred would be my fault. In fact, the
whole appendage was so perfect the only problem I could see was the vastly
oversized aspects of it and I certainly was aware of that when I bought
him. This new handling made STUD leak all the more profusely and it made my
hands so sticky I had to get him to tongue cleanse me again before I patted
him on the rump and told him "Relax, STUD, I'll use you again later after
I've sampled CAGE 14 here."
"CAGE 14, kneel," I commanded and the beautiful olive-skinned
Mediterranean slave was instantly on his knees before me with his knees
spread as far apart as possible so I had a full view of my new property's
equipment. "Suck" was the next command and within seconds my shaft was
residing well down his throat responding to the massage of his well trained
throat muscles and tongue. Within 30 seconds, his nose was pressing against
my pubis and my shaft was completely submerged into the warm cavity of his
suctioning mouth and throat. It didn't take long under those conditions to
feel the jism rising in me once again and I jerked out of his mouth right
before I shot and let myself cool a little as CAGE 14 caught up on his
breath and massaged his stretched jaw a little.
"Good sucking," I commented to CAGE 14.
"Thank you, master," CAGE 14 said with proper humility and lowered
eyes despite his high collar.
"Fuck time," I said softly.
CAGE 14 looked confused for just an instant in that he had to
ascertain whether he was to fuck or be fucked. But a slaveboy getting to
fuck anybody or anything was relatively rare unless you were serving a
mistress and probability would have it a master would be fucking him so he
bent over to be fucked while studying my face to be sure this was what I
wanted. I grabbed his proffered rump and guided him to the edge of the
double bed in my hotel room. He spread his legs wide and propped his ass up
so his hole was exposed while placing his chest and arms on the bed itself.
I stuck my middle finger in and swirled it around a bit to see how well he
could clamp down. He clamped down promptly and moaned softly in the
process as his hole opened up wider and wider. I withdrew my finger
quickly and without any preliminaries rammed my cock up all the way without
any pausing for accommodation, relaxation, or adjustment. CAGE 14 groaned
at the quick invasion but thrust his ass out for my ease rather than
withdraw it as his natural reaction to such an invasion would be. Well
trained, I thought! I saw CAGE 14's face grimace in pain as his anal tract
stretched to accommodation, and his fist tightened with a new muted moan as
I plowed in with a second even deeper hump. Within seconds, however, I
felt his anal tract move into action and I was enjoying a strong steady
prick massage by his finely tuned anal muscles. My need to ejaculate was
less demanding this time around, thanks to STUD, and I could afford to take
my time in this fuck so I let him work on me while I stayed passively
buried deep inside him. But all too quickly I got too aroused for such
passivity and I started pumping CAGE 14's ass like an oil derrick. Each
time I thought I would lose my load, I would pull out most of the way and
just catch my breath over the boy's quivering hole. Then I'd go back in
and start pumping away again. I kept this up for a good half hour without
losing my load but was getting pretty tired in the process. After all, it
wasn't every day I used those humping muscles for 30 minutes straight. At
last, I got bored with just fucking his tight ass and decided I'd deposit
this load deep into his stomach. I pulled out, flipped him over and
scooted him onto the floor on his ass with his face right at my groin.
"Take it," I commanded as I shoved my slimy tool into his waiting open
mouth. CAGE 14 swallowed the whole thing down to my root in one easy gulp
and I felt his throat muscles close around the head as his suctioning
started along with the massage of his throat muscles. I face fucked him a
little but quickly learned the boy could handle me better than I could
myself and let him take over as I ran one hand through his shiny black
hair, felt his strong neck and shoulder muscles and stroked his baby smooth
cheeks as his cheeks hollowed in their sucking efforts. With my other hand,
I reached down and felt his nubby erect tits, even now thrust out on his
well defined pectorals for my convenience. As I kneaded and pinched his
swollen tits, I heard him softly moan in recognition of my efforts as he
continued his incredible swallowing and sucking. By now, all his breathing
was channeled through his nostrils which fluttered with each gasping intake
of breath since his throat was completely blocked by the task I presented.
Within minutes, I felt the cum rising in me and with a last thrust to mash
my pelvis to his face, buried my prick deep down his throat for the
discharge. Somehow, this load seemed to be even bigger than the last and
it took six spasms before the whole load was disgorged down the boy's
throat.
CAGE 14 suckled with even greater ferocity and every drop of my
discharge was delivered to his stomach with steady swallowing and constant
throat and tongue massaging of my prick. This slaveboy didn't let one drop
escape his mouth and as I started to pull out of the boy's throat, he
expertly wiped it completely clean of all possible residue with a thorough
tongue washing on the exit.
"Thank you, Master," he gasped out as he regained his breath but with
such humility and gratitude in his tone I found myself petting his hair as
if he was a favorite dog who'd just brought me the paper.
"You suck well, CAGE 14," I responded, gasping myself after
discharging so copiously into the boy. "Where'd you learn to suck like
that? At DELTA?"
"No, Master. DELTA training is excellent, but I learned to suck with
my throat at the orphanage in Corsica. The staff there trained all of the
boys they planned to sell off, Master."
"Well, they did a good job of it. Did you have just one trainer or
several, CAGE 14?" I pressed.
"All the staff trained the boys up for sale, Master. They're were
about 10 of them altogether."
"CAGE 14, when did you realize you were a slave being trained to bring
pleasure to your owners?" I inquired.
"I was told I was going to be sold off on my sixteenth birthday,
Master, but a lot of the good looking and well-built boys had already been
told that so I wasn't too surprised. I was really happy because it meant I
probably wouldn't have to work in the mines or hire myself out as a laborer
and be cold and hungry most of my life like most of the other orphans who
weren't as good looking or as well equipped as those sold off were. And I
already knew from the older boys that slaves pleasured their owners the
best they could. Why else would anyone pay all the money slaves cost
nowadays? My worry was that they wouldn't train me properly in how to best
pleasure an owner and my new masters wouldn't be happy with me and would
bring me back to the orphanage. So I learned everything I could from the
staff at the orphanage because I didn't want to displease anyone that would
pay money for me. I knew if I disappointed them in any way, I'll be sold
to a far worse situation in the mines or thrown out on the streets without
any skill or ability to get a decent job. As a slave, I don't have to
worry about all those things, Master."
But then, CAGE 14 looked at me with renewed fear and said, "Master, I
didn't mean that. I meant that I only worry about being the best slave I
can be so you won't be displeased with me and take me back to DELTA,
Master," as he began to tear up in sheer apprehension that he might have
irritated me with his talk.
"As long as you suck like that, you'll find a home somewhere, boy," I
said as I petted him on the head again. "Now, I want to see just exactly
what I bought at DELTA," I said. "CAGE 14, Posture."
CAGE 14 literally jumped to his feet, spread them wide apart, put his
hands firmly in back of his head, tensed his muscles, and thrust his chest
out to display his tits, and tightened his ass to push his sexual equipment
out for inspection. This time, I started with his equipment since I really
hadn't done anything with it before. He was quite large but not monstrous
like his sales partner STUD. His balls were big and so was his shaft but
not out of proportion to his body like STUD's. As I hefted his tightly
sheathed balls, they felt heavy and swollen.
"When was the last time you were allowed to unload, boy?" I asked as I
ran his testicles through the fingers of one hand to study their texture
and consistency.
"Nineteen days ago, Master, when I was last put up for sale," CAGE 14
answered.
"God, no wonder these balls feel like they're swollen," as I hefted
them up again as if to weigh them. "I take it whoever looked you over
didn't buy you or you wouldn't belong to me now," I chuckled as I began to
stroke his rigid shaft. "Did he milk you or did you get so excited you
shot off anyway?"
"The mistress looking me over tried me out in her bed, Master, and had
me fuck her four times before she told me I could unload. Then she had me
suck her until she orgasmed some more," CAGE 14 said without any evaluation
of the event.
"How come she didn't buy you, CAGE 14?" I asked as I stroked his
dripping shaft more rapidly.
"I don't know Master, but the slave she bought had bigger equipment
and was more muscular than I am, Master," he said with a slight sigh.
"Same color as you, CAGE 14?" I continued.
"No, Master, he was blond, like people from Scandinavia are." "Well,
maybe she just likes blondes built like bulls more," I laughed as I began
to really pump him. His occasional drip or precum was turning into a small
stream by this time. I watched him as he fought unloading in my hand and I
noticed him clenching his jaws and breaking out in a sweat as he fought the
orgasm forming within him.
"Master," he moaned between clenched teeth, "I'm holding it."
"Damn right you're holding it, slave," I squeezed his shaft as I
answered. "Slaves don't spill until they're allowed to by their masters -
don't forget that."
"No, Master, I won't forget," he gasped out as he fought to control
himself while I continued pumping his shaft.
I let loose of his shaft after I'd proved my point, but found my hand
full of sticky precum anyway. I hefted his balls again and found them
tense, rock hard and elevated. Obviously, this boy was on the brink but
had exercised slave control quite adequately. I massaged his balls until
they loosened up a bit and I saw the sweat he worked up receding a bit. I
moved my hands to his shoulders and arms and began the same inspection
technique I'd used with STUD. Although CAGE 14 wasn't quite as muscle-
bound as STUD, he was still very well developed in his musculature and the
muscles displayed well in their clear definition. As my fingers probed for
hidden scars and subsurface knots and lesions, I found considerably fewer
than on STUD. But I did find some lesions, especially on the shoulder
muscles.
"Where'd you get these?" I asked as I pressed into the subsurface
knots with my thumb and watched CAGE 14 winch in response. "In your DELTA
training?"
"No, Master," CAGE 14 gasped through his pain without breaking
posture. "At the orphanage in my training to become a good slave," he
answered without emotion. "They taught me to take a beating without making
a fuss over it, Master, because they said a lot of masters like to beat
their slaves just because they own them and can do anything they want with
them and a lot of masters like to beat slaves for the fun of it and they
wouldn't buy a slave that objected to being beat by their owner."
"Good advice they gave you, CAGE 14," I responded as I moved my
inspection to the chest and stomach area. The skin here was as smooth as
silk and his nipples, although toughened by being ringed and suckled over
the past few years, appeared to be relatively undamaged beyond the ringing.
When I ran my palm over the right tit, CAGE 14 winced some and shuddered as
I slowly squeezed it in my fingertips.
"Why is this tit sore, boy?" I asked as I pinched it lightly and heard
CAGE 14 gasp with pain.
"Master, my slave trainer at DELTA liked to suck young boy's tits more
than anything and when the manager was gone, he crawled in our cages at
night and crewed on our tits as hard as he could until they started to
bleed. Then he'd leave because he knew if our tits were bleeding the next
morning, he'd been punished for using other's property like that."
"Did you tell the DELTA manager?" I asked.
"No, Master. We weren't allowed to talk to the manager until he asked
us a question and he never asked," CAGE 14 answered as if this made perfect
sense.
"Good voice-training, CAGE 14," was my only comment on the origin of
his sore tit. "Your tit will toughen up before too long anyway," I
announced as I pinched it again in a parting gesture and watched him try to
control his pain response. He held perfect control, so I added, "we'll get
those tits trained so you're able to please the most demanding master," and
smiled as I rubbed my hand roughly over the other tit.
"Thank you, Master," he responded without flinching.
I continued my close inspection first down to his muscled abdomen and
then motioning for him to turn around and bend over for inspection of his
rump. His ass was nicely rounded, well muscled and, like his shoulders,
showed numerous signs of previous slave training. His hole, so recently
used, was nicely shaped, and puckered nicely around my finger entry. As I
stretched the finger around inside him, he clenched his anal muscles and
gripped my finger nicely.
"Fucked much before you were sold to DELTA?" I asked as I worked my
finger in and out of his hole.
"Yes, Master," CAGE 14 replied softly from his lowered head. "Where
and how much?" I asked as I shoved a second and third finger in him.
"At the orphanage in Corsica, Master. After they decided to sell me it
was part of my training. They had all the trainers fuck me at least weekly
and then they told all of the boys being trained for slavery to use each
other for practice. Every boy had to fuck at least two other boys each day
until we got used to being fucked. So I got fucked about three or four
times a day minimum while I was being trained to be a good slave, Master."
"Yeah, but you got to fuck somebody at least twice a day yourself," I
noted as I rammed four fingers in his hole.
"Yes, Master. That was part of our training too because we were
expected to know not only how to be fucked well but also how to fuck well
ourselves if that's what our owners might want," and CAGE 14 shuddered as I
really opened him up with all five fingers up his hole.
I pulled out, told him to assume posture again, and hefted his balls
again with one hand as I grabbed his dripping shaft with the other. I
pumped his shaft a while until again he broke out in a sweat and began
gasping as self-control techniques took precedence. Abruptly, I stopped
pumping him and moved up to his face while the sweat was still slick on his
smooth, almost childlike olive skin. As I stroked his high cheekbones, I
looked into his totally black eyes and marveled at their density. I ran my
fingers over his thick black eyebrows and long curly thick eyelashes.
Finally, I stroked his chin and neck before running my fingers over his
thin pink lips. His mouth promptly opened wide and I ran my fingers over
his perfectly even white teeth and even studied the texture of his smooth
long tongue.
"Suck," I ordered and he promptly closed his mouth around my finger
and began his strong suckling movements combined with a tongue massage.
"Jesus," I laughed as I withdrew my finger, "it's like a damn vacuum
cleaner in there."
I think I'll drain those balls of yours now, CAGE 14, so I can see
whether your cum's the sweet or sour kind and, without further comment,
grabbed his penis with one hand and began stroking the shaft rapidly while
massaging his balls with my other hand. "You can shoot your load when
you've got it all together, but mine you, CAGE 14, I want a full load.
Don't you go dribbling a little half load out for me. And let me know when
you're going to shoot because I want to catch all of it in this cup here,"
I announced as I indicated an unused coffee cup on the table.
While I was pumping the young boy toward a good milking, I looked
carefully at his genital ring. The callous at the base of his balls told
me it had been in place for at least several months now and it didn't slip
around even in all this heavy action so I assumed it was a good fit. It
was even wider than STUD's, I noticed, which told me CAGE 14's balls
drooped down more naturally and he needed more forced lift to get his
equipment properly displayed. Left to his own devices, he'd be one of
those boys where it just sort of hung down between the legs rather than up
front where a owner could get easy access. Whenever it was installed, it
must have been quite an adjustment for him.
"Who ringed you, boy?" I asked as I continued pumping him steadily
pointing to his genital ring.
"The orphanage, master. They ringed all the boys who were going to be
sold, but I was fitted with the widest one, Master," he said rather breathy
as the pumping increased in tempo.
"Why the widest?" I continued.
"Because I needed it to protrude like the others, Master," was the
straight reply.
"You like being ringed, boy?" I asked as his dripping was becoming a
steady stream and his skin was beginning to take on a sheen of sweat.
"No, Master, but most males slaves are fitted with them so I suppose
the masters like their slaves ringed," was his political reply.
"Well, this master likes you ringed so it's good you're used to it
now, CAGE 14," I said in a tone that told him he would probably be ringed
the rest of his life no matter what he liked or didn't like about it.
Yes, Master," CAGE 14 gasped as the sweat on his body now covered him
completely. "Master, get the cup, I going to shoot now," he gasped out and
as soon as I placed the cup in front of his throbbing penis, he began to
shoot huge wads of cum into the cup until it was completely filled and cum
was running all over my hands and onto the floor. The eighth emission
seemed to drain him and I put the cup down on the table dripping cum all
over the floor and table in the process. The floor beneath showed another
large pool of cum from the overflow. I reached for his balls and hefting
them found them spongy and soft for the first time. He's been milked
proper I thought to myself. I put one hand up to my nostrils and took a
whiff. It smelt slightly salty but decidedly sweet. I placed a small
amount on the tip of my tongue and rolled it around in my mouth to feel its
texture before deciding on its taste. It was pasty in texture rather than
runny and held together in a ball for a long time before finally dissolving
into my own saliva. It was salty but definitely not sour and its saltiness
had little other taste outside of a certain tanginess which young boys seem
to have a monopoly on. Maybe it's the high sperm content or something. But
CAGE 14 definitely tasted good.
"Good tangy taste, boy," I announced. "No use wasting all of this," I
said pointing at the full cup of cum sitting on the table. "Drink your cum
down and you'll reload real quick."
CAGE 14 looked surprised but picked the cup up and drank his own hot
cum down in four huge gulps without comment. I thought about the breakfast
DELTA provided each slave as they sucked those wall-mounted phalluses of
warm liquid protein flavored and textured like cum.
"What's a matter, boy, never drink your own load down?" I asked.
"Not my own load, Master," CAGE 14 replied. "At least, not a whole
load, just drippings now and then."
"Well, speaking of that, lick your spillings up off the floor and the
top of that table before it gets all sticky," I ordered and CAGE 14 fell to
his knees and started licking the sizable amount of cum up off the floor
and then turned, still on his knees, and licked the table top clean.
"STUD," I said to the slave standing still all this time in the corner
of the room, "crawl over here on your hands and knees. I've think I've
worked up another load just for you but this time you're going to get to
taste it."
"Yes, master," STUD replied and crawled over to his master, spread his
knees wide as he raised his torso up to a sucking position, and opened his
mouth wide as I pushed myself in his face.
"Get me hard first and then start some serious sucking," I ordered.
"Yes, master," was STUD's only response as he lapped up my flaccid
penis, swallowed it whole into his mouth and began gently massaging it with
his tongue and cheeks. Within 30 seconds my organs responded as they
always had before to such treatment and my penis began to snake down STUD's
willing throat. STUD had a well trained mouth and he suctioned my penis
deep into his throat, worked his throat muscles in a dynamic swallowing
action and worked his tongue over my shaft. His thick cushiony lips
gripped the root of my shaft firmly and he kept his teeth completely away
from any pressure points. Since I'd already shot one load into his ass and
another into CAGE 14's ass, this was going to take a while and STUD knew it
so he worked me slow but steady with every muscle he could conjure up in
his mouth and throat. Eventually, I got a full erection and added to my
arousal by slowly beginning to pump in and out of his mouth in a slow face
fuck. STUD's tongue was his best gimmick. Instead of the smooth
instrument of CAGE 14, STUD's tongue was rough and sandpapery and he had to
be careful scraping it over my glans as he did occasionally. But when he
did, the irritation was sensational and I felt my prick twitch every time
he did it. Due to my face fucking, my shaft was pummeling in and out of
STUD's throat and a couple of times he briefly gagged as I jammed it down
his throat at some new angle. Another time, he couldn't seem to breath and
he choked before he could breath through his nostrils again adequately. It
was obvious STUD was great at a mouth massage but needed some work when it
came to handling a genuine throat fuck. After what I'd seen in DELTA
training, I was surprised he had as much trouble as he did. Maybe he was
tired or something. At any rate, he got me excited enough to unload and
unload I did right down his throat but the third load probably didn't
amount to more than a couple of tablespoons or so. STUD swallowed that
small amount without any trouble and didn't stop until I completely
withdrew. I supposed he could handle a big load just as well, especially
with his background in U.S. prisons where surely he'd had to learn early in
his stay to shallow big loads down without any fuss.
"You didn't suck as well that time around, STUD," I said
matter-of-factly as I wiped his saliva on my prick off in his hair. "You'll
need to work on that every chance you get, boy."
"Yes, master," was STUD's humble reply and I denoted a tone of tension
in his voice that conveyed real concern. A slave should always strive to
improve, I thought to myself, so this was a good sign STUD might work out
eventually in this area. If not, I always had the real sucker of the bunch,
CAGE 14.
"STUD, I let CAGE 14 unload. I'm going to do the same for you as I
indicated earlier. But you're going to unload fucking CAGE 14. I want to
see you fuck that boy good, STUD, but I don't want you hurting him or
tearing him up or doing anything that would lower his value to me," I
stressed. "You understand, boy, you're going to fuck him real careful like
this first time."
Both STUD and CAGE 14 smiled broadly. "Don't worry, Master," CAGE 14
said. "STUD's already fucked me a couple of times back at DELTA as part of
training my ass."
"How's that? STUD's too big to be training anyone unless they were
being punished or something," I countered.
"No, Master. My assigned trainer told Sheik Amani I was too loose and
casual about being fucked and I needed something up me to remind me I was
on this earth to fuck proper and to put my heart and soul into it. So after
I handled a 12x4 dildo without too much trouble, the Sheik ordered STUD to
fuck me right in front of all the trainees. Well, I survived but my
trainer was right. After that, I took being fucked seriously and put
everything I had into it. When STUD first fucked me I thought I was going
to split in half and screamed and hollered so loud that all the beating I
got for that still didn't shut me up. But after STUD got his whole prick
up me, I shot my load without permission I got so excited and then I got
beaten so bad I started screaming and hollering all over again. But the
next week, STUD was ordered to fuck me again and this time I could handle
it without screaming or hollering or losing my load or anything. I was so
scared of being beaten again, I learned to concentrate on what I was doing
and that's exactly what my trainer was trying to teach me all along."
"Let's see how well you remember your lesson, CAGE 14" I
commented. "Get on all fours and get your hole up for a good fucking.
STUD, crawl over here and fuck this boy as hard as you can. Remember,
STUD," I said with a little wink, "this time I want you shooting your load
as deep as you can get up that slaveboy."
"Yes, master," STUD said as he crawled over to CAGE 14 with his huge
member hard as a rock and dripping as usual. As he climbed on the boy's
back, he slowly began the insertion and literally twisted it into the boy
in small increments. CAGE 14 looked frozen as he was impaled but nothing
but small moans came out of his throat as the huge penis slowly disappeared
up his ass. By the time it was three- quarters in, CAGE 14 was covered in
sweat and continually moaning but still never moved other than continually
trying to widen his asshole for the invasion. By the time, STUD was
completely in him, CAGE 14 looked pale and ashen but maintained
consciousness and continued regular breathing, although it was noticeably
ragged and his middle torso was spasming noticeably as his interior tried
to adjust to the monstrous intrusion. STUD slowly and gently began to
piston his shaft in small steps and CAGE 14 passed out momentarily a couple
of times but eventually began to breath more regularly and the moaning
turned from continual to symmetrical with STUD's pumping action. As STUD's
pistoning increased, so did his tension and profuse sweating. Within three
minutes, he convulsed in a series of huge shudders and collapsed on CAGE
14's back. I reached over and felt STUD's balls. They were loose and
spongy so I knew he had shot all he had up CAGE 14's anal cavity. I pulled
on STUD's balls and he promptly withdrew from CAGE 14, knelt on the floor
in the proper position for a slave in a kneeling position, and said with
lowered eyes in the most humble and sincere voice I've ever heard, "Thank
you, Master."
"What about you, CAGE 14? Aren't you going to thank me too?" I asked.
But CAGE 14 wasn't answering anybody at that moment. He had
temporarily passed out, whether from ecstasy or pain no one knew or cared.
But I was sure he knew once again he had been fucked. I kicked him over on
his back and saw the big pool of cum on the floor underneath him. He'd
reloaded fast as I'd predicted. Enough to shoot a big load from getting
fucked. I'd have to punish him for shooting without permission, but it was
a fine point. Is a slave responsible for his actions when he's not
conscious? I decided he was and would either beat him myself or have STUD
do it for me as soon as I we all got some badly needed sleep. Apparently,
CAGE 14 was already taking his nap!
I crawled to bed and saw STUD curl up at the foot of the bed as he'd
been trained to do at DELTA so he'd be handy if I wanted to use him during
the night. CAGE 14 remained where he'd been fucked still lying on his back
in a pool of his own cum. He'd have to clean that mess up when he came to,
I figured. It would be interested to see if he cleaned up himself or if he
waited for me to tell him to do it.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and saw both STUD and CAGE 14
moving silently around making the room spotless and in perfect order. They
saw my eye flicker and both instantly fell to their knees in subservience.
"How can we serve you Master?" they asked in unison.
"You need to get ready for shipment," I stated, "but first I've got to
get some coffee." I reached for the phone and called room service and
ordered a carafe of coffee along with toast, two eggs, and bacon.
"Sorry, sir, we don't have bacon in Oman," the man on the other end of
the phone said.
"Why not?" I shot back.
"This is an Islamic country, sir, where all pork products are
forbidden," he said politely but firmly. "Pork is prohibited by the
Prophet," he added.
"Of course," I replied in an apologetic tone. "Send a large orange
juice instead. Room 405. And I would appreciate a rush on the order," I
added as I hung up.
I promptly dialed the number given me by Sheik Amani for pickup of my
two purchases.
"DELTA Enterprises. Shipment and Travel Arrangements. How may I help
you," came the quick response.
"This is Mr. Hughes. I purchased two slaves yesterday at DELTA from
Sheik Amani and he said to call you when I was ready to have them shipped
to my home. The Sheik wanted me to try them out last night and so the two
I purchased were shipped here to the hotel to be picked up and prepared for
shipment this morning."
"Yes, Mr. Hughes. We've been expecting your call and all arrangements
are in order. I trust you found your DELTA purchases satisfactory so far?"
"Yes. But CAGE 14 unloaded once without permission and I'd appreciate
it if you'd punish him appropriately before shipment. I didn't get a chance
to punish him here in that he'd passed out before I discovered his
transgression."
"Of course, Mr. Hughes, we'll take care of that the minute we get him
back here. Tell them to hold off any body cleansing until they return to
DELTA and to robe themselves and be ready for pickup within 30
minutes. Before you hang up, Mr. Hughes, I've called up the preparation
details on the computer and would like to check them with you just to make
sure we have it right. The two slaves are to be fed a liquid protein
breakfast, given three complete enemas each, body shaved and shampooed,
deodorized, butt plugged and then clothed as specified before delivery by
van to the Muscat airport. The first leg of shipment will be via coach
class on Cathay Pacific Airlines to London where they are to remove each
other's butt plugs, totally eliminate, douche, reinsert butt plugs, wash
face and hands thoroughly, shave facial hair, deodorize again, and board
coach section of ticketed direct flight to Miami on TWA for shipment to
Miami for your pickup deplaning. They will be instructed to eat airline
food as served. Is that correct?"
"Sounds like you know what you're doing," I answered. "What if they
have to urinate or defecate on the plane?"
"They shouldn't have to with the enemas here and the elimination
schedule in London. But, if so, they will be told to hold it for
disciplinary reasons and due to the butt plugs. If they become ill and can
no longer hold it, they may use the airplane restroom but must reinsert
their own buttplug and will, of course, tell you upon arrival of their
failure so they may be properly punished by you at your convenience. For
your guidance, Mr. Hughes, all DELTA slaves are told not to eliminate in
transit. Since many are caged for shipment, any failure to hold it in is
quickly spotted upon arrival and those slaves are routinely punished
severely for their failure. If would seem judicious to punish equally those
who were not able to be properly caged for shipment. Any other questions?"
"No, I can't think of any," I answered.
"Then again thank you for shopping at DELTA Enterprises. If you
experience any difficulties, please call me at this same number. And
remember, if you suffer any dissatisfactions at all with your DELTA
purchases, you have the security of the DELTA 'no questions asked' 90-day
money-back guarantee. Mr. Hughes, don't forget to collect the passports,
visas, and immigration work permits from your purchases as they disrobe in
their new home."
"Thanks for all your effort," I said I hung up. Just at that moment,
a knock on the door announced the arrival of my breakfast and the two naked
slaves looked up at me for instructions.
"Put your robes on," I ordered as I shouted at the door "Just a moment
please." The two slaves swiftly pulled the temporary robes they'd been
given yesterday on over their heads and again looked at me for
instructions. "STUD, open the door and tell the waiter to set up my
breakfast on the table here. CAGE 14, stand over here at the foot of my
bed with your hands at your side," I ordered.
"Yes, master," both slaves answered as they fulfilled my commands.
"Shalom a'le'cum a'shalom," the waiter greeted me as he set the
breakfast tray on the table and poured my coffee. He eyed the two robed
boys and added, "you have two fine looking servants, sir, if I may say so."
"How did you know they were my servants?" I shot back.
"Ah! May the Prophet be blessed. Most servants here in Oman are
collared as these two are, so they're easy to spot. Praise Allah the big
international hotels like this one are forbidden to use the collared ones,
or people like my humble self would be out looking for work I fear," he
added, "but that shouldn't detain those fortunate enough to possess the
collared ones from enjoying the benefits of their earthly wealth," and he
winked at me rather lewdly. "I'd enjoy inspecting one of your properties if
you'd so allow," he suggested.
I was so taken aback at his brashness I was temporarily speechless.
But I did mutter, "No, they have to go very shortly," and pointed to the
door as I threw a couple of Omani dinars at him. "Please leave now."
"Ah, the haughtiness of the Westerners. Never willing to share their
good fortune with others," the waiter sighed as he picked up the dinars and
left.
I laid back in the bed as STUD moved the tray holding my breakfast
next to me. As I sat up and started to eat, I first told CAGE 14 he'd
unloaded without my permission while STUD was fucking him last night but I
hadn't punished him at that time in that he had passed out and I was tired,
but that DELTA would do for me at my request first thing upon his return to
DELTA this morning.
"Yes, Master," CAGE 14 said with lowered eyes. "I'm sorry, Master."
"And what else, slave?" I prompted.
"Thank you, Master," CAGE 14 said blushing as he realized his mistake
in responding. Slaves were taught to always thank their masters for
corrective punishment.
I then told both my purchases that DELTA would be picking them up
shortly and they were not to cleanse or eat until they got back to DELTA
where they would be given full instructions in preparation for their
shipment to their new home. They didn't have much chance to violate those
orders in that just as I finished there was another knock at the door. I
nodded for STUD to open it and two large men in DELTA robes announced they
had come to collect my purchases for shipment. They were obviously DELTA
slaves themselves in that they both wore very visible DELTA collars, but
their uniforms, unfettered freedom of movement and age announced they
probably had been slave trainers and now were promoted to the shipping
department.
"See you boys in Miami," I said as I motioned with my finger for STUD
and CAGE 14 to go with the two.
"Thank you, Master," they both said with lowered eyes as they swiftly
fell into step with the two DELTA transporters behind them. I finished
breakfast, had another quick cup of coffee, shaved and showered and put on
my traveling togs. As I called DELTA once again to send over the limousine
for transit to the airport, I thought about Sheik Amani's parting
announcement of the 'gifts' that would be awaiting me in the limousine.
After last night, I felt pretty drained but supposed a couple more
unloadings wouldn't hurt in view of the flight's long deprivations in that
area.
Sure enough, the limousine was loaded with 'gifts' but I was surprised
it wasn't the same two I'd had coming in from the airport. I'd just
supposed the same old 'gifts' were always assigned the same limousine, I
suppose. I was probably right because this was a Mercedes stretch, not the
Cadillac limo I'd ridden in initially. It didn't matter because the
Mercedes was equipped with a handsome Negro chauffeur, and two naked
attendants on the floor of the back seat: a delicate Persian boy so
beautiful he seemed almost effeminate and a large handsome tanned blond
with an incredibly muscular body and fantastically equipped.
As the limo started up, I lost no time in verbiage this time around
and quickly unzipped my pants and slipped them off completely. I then
grabbed the blond by his collar, pulled him into my groin and let him go to
work. He swallowed my flaccid dick down halfway, stroked the glans
delicately with his tongue repeatedly and then swallowed the entire shaft
deep into his throat while his right hand began gently massaging my
balls. I let him continue this until I was fully erect once again and felt
a familiar throbbing rising from the base of my balls. I told the Persian
boy to turn around and show me his hole. He turned from his kneeling
position, got on all fours and lifted his ass to my finger height. I lost
no time in finger fucking him as we rode along. Just when I felt I was
going to unload again, I jerked out of the blonde's throat and plunged my
shaft into the Persian's waiting asshole where my entry was met with a soft
moan. With one plunge, I was buried in the Persian boy's ass and shot my
load as I felt his anus contract gently around my shaft to extract the last
drop. I pulled out and told the blond to "clean it" which he did with
another round of rapid tonguing, sucking, and deepthroating. I wondered if
I could get one more load out before the airport exit, so I just let the
blond continue his work with the command, "Suck" whereupon he again
swallowed the entire shaft and began massaging it with his well trained
throat muscles. This time I made him work for his lunch and it was a good
fifteen minutes of slurping, loud sucking, fast breathing, and occasional
gagging sounds before I finally felt yet another load working its way up
from my well massaged balls. As I came, I grabbed the back of his head and
rammed his face into my pubic hairs so hard he couldn't breathe and after
I'd finally emptied and let loose of his head in the throes of orgasm, I
heard him gasping for air as his nostrils were freed from being buried in
my upper body.
By this time, we were entering the airport parking lot. My timing had
been perfect. I pulled my pants back on, zippered up, and straightened my
shirt under the belt. As the handsome Negro chauffeur opened the door for
me and grabbed my bag out of the truck, he asked, "Were the attendants
satisfactory, Master?"
"Yes, although they never thanked me for their usage," I answered and
glanced back through the open door to the floor of the rear compartment.
The blond was still gasping for air and the Persian still had his asshole
propped up for use in that I'd never told him he could resume kneeling
after I'd fucked him. The chauffeur closed the door and I assume the two
slaves were trained to relax at that point before another passenger(s)
entered for the return trip to the DELTA headquarters.
As the chauffeur carried my luggage into the airport, he said "I
apologize for the slaveboys' rudeness, Master, but I'm glad they were
satisfactory otherwise. I'll report the attendant's breach in training to
the DELTA slavemaster by phone here from the airport, Master. They may have
me punish the two prior to picking up my next passenger here at the airport
or they may wait to punish them more severely back at the warehouse, or
perhaps both. But, Master, on behalf of DELTA Enterprises, I want to thank
you for promptly reporting such arrogance. Occasionally, slaveboys in
heavy service require more a more impressionable retraining sequence."
When we reached the first-class lounge, he deposited my luggage with
the attendant there, bowed, and then I saw him head for the nearest phone.
He quickly returned and said, "Master, DELTA asked me to again thank you
for your tolerance with the assigned slaveboys placed in the limousine for
your convenience and wants me to assure you the situation will be
corrected. In fact, I have been authorized to return them immediately to
our disciplinary department at the warehouse. They will assign two new
boys to my car for the remainder of the day. Thanks again, Master." "All
first class passengers for London on Cathay Pacific Flight 32 should
proceed to the CATHAY PACIFIC first-class lounge where your choice of
beverages, rolls, and the morning papers are available for your convenience
before boarding," I heard as I settled into a comfortable divan at the
lounge. Perfect timing. DELTA Enterprises had arranged everything
perfectly. Next stop, Miami, where my souvenirs of Oman would be awaiting
me.
MIAMI VICE:
I was tired from the long flight from Oman but fortunately had slept
across the Atlantic. I didn't have long to wait until I saw my two boys
emerge from tourist class, both walking slightly splay legged, both showing
obvious erections through the loose trousers, and both with a look of
concern on their faces. When they spotted me, they looked relieved as they
lowered their eyes and quickly fell into cadence respectively behind me as
we walked to the main lobby.
"You boys need to empty yourselves?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, Master," came the quick reply from both of them without
hesitation. I could tell by the strained look on their face they were
trying their best to hold it in to avoid any accidents.
"In here," I said indicating the men's room, "but leave those plugs in
for now."
"Yes Master," they said, reaching for their zippers as they
practically ran into the restroom.
When they emerged, they looked considerably more relaxed but I could
still tell they would be uncomfortable until those buttplugs were removed.
"Did you use the restroom on the plane?" I asked.
"No, Master. DELTA told us not to," STUD answered for both.
"And did you clean each other out good in London?" I continued.
"Yes, Master," CAGE 14 answered this time.
Those buttplugs obviously massaged their prostate with every step or
they wouldn't be sporting those big erections. Next time, I thought to
myself, I should fit them with jockstraps so their erections wouldn't be so
noticeable.
"Your dick hard the whole trip, STUD?" I asked.
"No, Master," STUD answered. "I was too drained for that, but that
buttplug gets me rock hard every time I move, Master. It's been like a
finger massaging my prostate with every wiggle, Master," and he laughed a
little as he looked down at his pants tenting out in front.
"And you, CAGE 14?"
"Master, that plug's got me so excited I couldn't think about much
other than getting off first chance I get... with my master's permission,
of course," he quickly added realizing the brashness of his comment to a
master. "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean it that way. I meant I was
thinking about being used, Master."
"Verbal summaries aren't your thing, are they, CAGE 14?" I stated.
"We'll need to voice-train you better now that you've finally got a owner."
"Yes, Master," CAGE 14 said as he bit his lower lip with a worried
look.
They looked rather tired after the long trip in cramped quarters and
the long line for passport control, visa inspection, and approval of work
permits took another half hour of those plugs working their way up their
asses with each step. I mused as to what the other passengers would think
if they knew, right here among them in the United States, were two genuine
all-out slaves - individually owned chattel with no rights whatsoever - and
both of them were collared, tit-ringed, and genitally banded with large
buttplugs firmly forced up their assholes with a restraining harness. And
I further reflected as to just what they would think if they knew that
within the hour, these pieces of property would be stripped down to a
relatively permanent state of total nakedness, given a supper of
'slavechow' and liquid protein, and then have their bodies used for
whatever pleasure their owner could conjure up for his amusement. I
supposed they would be shocked to learn that the 13th Amendment didn't mean
squat to people like myself with the wealth and know how to get around such
a dated piece of legislation anyway.
When they stamped their work permits in the last booth they had to
visit, I collected the paperwork from them and hailed a cab, putting those
two in the back, and told the driver to follow the cab I got into next
since it was important they realize as slaves they could not ride as equals
with me in the same car. I explained to their cab driver that they spoke no
English and so it was vitally important he not loose my cab as I handled
him a $20 tip up front and then told the two slaveboys to stay clothed and
say absolutely nothing until I personally told them to talk. They nodded in
agreement and we were off.
Within 20 minutes we were at the gates of my Key Biscayne estate and
after my card got us through the imposing estate gates, the cabs delivered
us right to the front door of my imposing 26- room mansion set next to its
own marina. My long-time companion and now house manager met me at the
door.
"Welcome home, Mr. Hughes."
"It's good to be home, Bruce. I'm afraid I've got your work cut out
for you," I smiled. "Meet CAGE 14 and STUD fresh from Oman," as I motioned
for the two, waiting behind me, to take my luggage into the front hallway
as Bruce shut the door behind them. Bruce gave each a curious look and
stated, "I gave all regular staff a week's vacation and let go all the temp
help knowing we had some training and orientation ahead of us. That'll give
us time to figure out what to do with these two," as he winked at me.
"Good thinking, Bruce. In that case we can begin their training right
now," and I turned to the two slaves and said softly, "Strip."
"Yes, Master," they answered in unison as they quickly pulled off
their turtleneck shirts, slipped out of the loose pants and removed the
tennis shoes they'd been provided for the trip. They folded the clothes
neatly and laid them nearby before resuming a heads down position in front
of me. "Position for inspection," I ordered and both slaves swiftly placed
their hands in back of their head and tensed in the prescribed posture but
winced slightly as they thrust their pelvises out for display due to the
deep buttplug insertion which I'd forgotten about. "This man," I stated
pointing to Bruce, "will be your chief overseer from now on. You are to
obey him without question just as you do me and he has the obligation to
punish you severely for any infractions of his rules. You are to address
him as 'Master Bruce' and you will see to his pleasure any place and any
time he indicates. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," the two said without breaking posture or even moving
their eyes.
"Look them over, Bruce. They're used to it," I announced.
"I can't very well finger their assholes when you've got them plugged
like that," Bruce laughed. "What do you have jammed up there anyway? From
the way they're tensing their rumps, it must be a big mother."
"Complain, complain. Just like you, Bruce. Well, hell, take that
harness off them and pull it out if you can. I had them plugged for the
trip so they wouldn't forget what I bought them for," I laughed. "They
told me those plugs were hard to forget, especially with all the walking in
those airports," and I laughed again as I slapped STUD on the rump.
"Bend over, boys, and spread those assholes," Bruce ordered with ease.
He unbuckled CAGE 14's restraining harness and then began pulling and
twisting on the ring at the end of the buttplug. It slowly emerged and with
Bruce tugging hard, it finally emerged with a juicy plop. "God Almighty,
I'm surprised they could walk at all with that thing in them," Bruce
exclaimed. "No wonder they looked a little tensed up," and slapped CAGE 14
on the rump as he ordered, "Resume position, slave," with an ease that
would indicate he issued these kinds of orders routinely. He then repeated
the action with STUD.
"Being a bone fide master comes easy to you, Bruce," I commented as he
was hefting CAGE 14's balls up into his palm as he started his bodily
inspection.
"I've always had a theory some people are destined to be masters while
boys like this are destined to be slaves," Bruce answered nonchalantly as
he began stroking CAGE 14's erect shaft. "Even before I went to work for
you permanently and was a hustler down in the Art Deco district, I always
looked for johns that wanted me to take charge. Of course," he laughed,
"circumstances being what they were, I never turned anyone down who wanted
to take charge of me, either," and he smiled as he began playing with CAGE
14's tits with his other hand.
"I can vouch for that," I said. "For an amateur you always managed to
play the slaveboy pretty convincingly every time I hired you," I teased.
"Should have shipped you off to Oman for some real training," I added.
"But then you would have had to play big, big bucks to get me back
instead of just hiring me on the cheap like you did day after day after day
after...,"
"Oh, shut up and get on with your touchie-feelie," I said. "Don't you
think this boy is aptly named?" I asked as I grabbed STUD's genitals and
watched them spill over my open palm.
"Even that service we use on the South Side can't come up with
anything like that," Bruce said appraisingly. "And Lord knows they've sent
over some big ones lately, especially with that influx of imports they're
getting from Mexico and the Eastern Bloc countries."
"Seems to me, Bruce," I said as I started stroking STUD with one hand
and massaging his balls with the other, "that we could get double duty out
of these two. DELTA recommends two hours of prescribed hard exercise for
body maintenance, a moderate midmorning whipping to remind them of their
status, followed by working them hard all day in whatever tasks we assign
them for discipline and feelings of worth followed by at least two or three
hours of daily body usage and at least seven hours sleep daily whenever
it's convenient for our schedule. They also recommend a 500-calorie liquid
protein breakfast fed out of a phallus-like feeder, working them right
through lunch time, and then a 1500 calorie high-fat supper of slavechow to
keep their skin soft and glossy. Disciplinary punishments should be
administered right before caging them for sleep so they can recover before
morning and have the night to think over the error of their ways. They also
recommend only allowing them to unload once every 20 to 30 days to
guarantee more or less constant arousal. All of this is spelled out in the
DELTA Owner's Manual which I had a chance to study on the flight back."
"Sounds like quite an interesting book," Bruce commented as he now had
one hand massaging CAGE 14's balls while he was finger fucking CAGE 14's
ass with his other hand. "Despite that pile driver you had rammed up this
boy's ass for the past 15 hours or so, he's still remarkably tight," Bruce
said professionally. "But tell me, what in the hell is 'slavechow' and
where do you buy it in Miami?"
"DELTA tells me Purina's 'Premium Dog Chow' is almost identical to
their own formulation but you have to supplement it with a 12-ounce can of
V-8 juice daily. They claim you just let them eat all they want for
supper, give them no water with their feed so they're forced to drink the
V-8 juice to wet their whistle with the dry food, make sure they're
exercised the full two hours, worked and used hard each day, given a quart
only of liquid protein each morning for breakfast and they won't gain or
lose a pound and will maintain a sleek hide as long as you own them. The
only exception is if you plan to milk them daily and then they recommend
you add - and get this, Bruce - three scoops of vanilla ice cream after
they shower following their chores and are cleansing for body usage. I know
it sounds crazy but the owner's manual claims it leads to maximum output
without weight gain and that the discharge has a pleasantly sweet and
slightly vanilla flavor."
"Ah, the wisdom of the East," Bruce sighed as he continued playing
with CAGE 14 who was beginning to profusely sweat. "You want to trade
bodies before this boy unloads all over me and we end up having to feed him
vanilla ice cream?" he chuckled. As he started in feeling STUD's body, I
took over with CAGE 14 but mainly just played with his tits for a while.
"Bruce, I was thinking on the way over, why don't we get rid of the regular
staff and all those temps and that service you contracted with to provide
us with all those hustlers we need for ourselves and our business partners
and just buy outright what we need from now on? It'd sure be easily on you.
You couldn't have to put up with the damn surliness and silly excuses and
sloppy work we get half the time with all these hired hands. And some of
those hustlers they send over are so strung out or worn out they can hardly
get it up half the time. It's embarrassing to provide one of your best
customers with a boy whose physique needs a good workout, may be diseased
for all we know, and so used up most of their balls have shrunk even if
they can get it up full mast anymore. These two here, for example, and I
pulled on CAGE 14's prick for emphasis, can clean the place, learn to cook
for us, wait the table, do the gardening and mowing, paint the house, put
on a new roof, shrub the pool out, wash and wax the cars, and could be
taught to probably chauffeur us around with some good training if you
didn't mind covering these bodies up occasionally. And when they're
through with all that, we can let them shower, body shave, douche, and
position themselves for our customers who'd love to look them over and then
pick one out to sample what their body can provide for an evening's
amusements. With boys that we actually own, we can use them for about
anything and will save money in the long run, Bruce, despite what they
cost."
"God, I'd love to get out of the hiring and firing business. I'm
really sick of putting up with all the crap I have to day after day with
the endless demands of the regular staff who are never satisfied no matter
how much you pay them and the 'Alice in Wonderland' attitude of those temp
staff people. And that's the good part. When you get to those
$300-a-night boys the service sends over, the kindest thing I can say, as
you well know, is it's a mixed bag. Most of the service's boys are built
for appeal and most of them are certainly equipped for the trade - they do
a good job of selecting them that way - but motivation and drive are
something else. I don't know if the service is over booking them and
they're all played out before we get them or if their God damn surliness
and disinterest is just due to the fact they don't have a future and they
know it. Jesus, they act like they're doing you a big favor to even show
hard and when you fuck them, they act like they were raped or something -
God Almighty - $300 a night and you have to put up with that sort of
horseshit!" Bruce exploded and in his anger squeezed STUD's balls so hard
STUD moaned softly but didn't break position. "Mr. Hughes, I'd love it.
But think what it would cost! It's like buying a house for cash instead of
renting an apartment. Fine, if you can afford it up front! I'm sure very
few can. And, Mr. Hughes, hiding one or two slaves in a country that
prohibits the practice is one thing. Concealing a whole stable of slaves
is something else again. Could we keep people off our backs about it or
should we just move over to wherever it was you bought these two?"
"Bruce, four more boys like this could handle the whole thing:
cleaning the house, cooking and shopping, all maintenance and yard and pool
work, waiting, valeting, butlering, chauffeuring, attending - all of it.
And six of them eager and willing could handle all our customers as well as
us even if the business increased substantially which it probably will.
These boys are trained to be used continually for two or three hours before
they even begin to slow down. I know, I used them at least that long over
in Oman and they didn't show the slightest sign of fatigue or resistance
and seemed to keep their interest up the whole time. It's either in their
training or in that protein breakfast and slavechow supper - I haven't made
up my mind yet - but I really think it's in the fact that they're property
for life and they know it to the very core of their slave soul. You talk to
them a while, Bruce, and you'll see slaves have a mind-set that really
helps them meet their owner's expectations."
"I repeat, can you afford four more?" Bruce asked. "I noticed DELTA
Enterprises didn't offer a time-payment plan."
"No, but they take VISA," I joked. "And yes, I can afford six of
these boys without putting us out on the street. And I think we can keep
their real status under wraps as well with six as we can with two. It's
not like they or our customers will be calling the F.B.I. you know. The
last thing a slave wants is to be shipped back to DELTA or put out on the
streets and they know that's what would happen if they didn't hide their
status out in public. And our customers are as lawbreaking as we are the
minute they use those bodies because we'll tell them they're using illegal
goods so they're not going to say boo either. When was the last time a
john turned in a prostitute they hired?"
"Then let's do it, Mr. Hughes. You'll save a lot of money in the long
run, even including all the interest the payment money would have been
earning."
"I like the way you think, Bruce. Any preferences while we're at it?"
"Thinking of what those customers of yours are likely to want, I'd
suggest at least one more black and a couple of blondes. And we need one
exotic so we have something to offer really unusual, although STUD's
equipment here almost puts him in that category," Bruce said as he pulled
on STUD's huge erect penis to make his point.
"Why is it, Bruce, when I ask for a few suggestions, you always manage
to outline the entire procedure," I joked. "I guess that's why we make a
good team. I'm the inspiration and the financier; you're the great
administrator."
"I'll call the regular staff and tell them we're shifting over to 100
percent temp help. They won't be surprised - that's what everyone else is
doing these days and I'll offer to mail them six weeks severance pay to
sweeten the pot. We'll never see or hear from them again with a deal like
that. And I'll cancel the temp help immediately because I don't want them
around here mixing with these two. That'll allow us to start our serious
training immediately and keep these two collared and in the buff where they
belong. Will you have to go clear back to DELTA in Oman to get these boys
their stable mates?"
"No, Bruce. I think I can do the entire thing by phone now that I
know what I'm doing. In fact, I even know who to ask for with the blondes
and the black. They can pick out the exotic for me, I suppose, and ship
them over tomorrow. They'll be here in Miami by midnight tomorrow if I get
right with it."
"Mr. Hughes, you must have been busy if you know two blondes and a
black specifically in additional to these two." Bruce said
enthusiastically.
"Oh, I got around, Bruce," I said as I gave CAGE 14 a sharp pinch on
his right tit and felt him shudder in response.
"Bruce, these boys need a series of enemas until they run clean,
deodorizing, a body shave, and we'll let them eat breakfast cereal and
orange juice tonight until we can load up on Purina, V-8 juice and the
liquid protein DELTA recommends. Knowing you, I'm sure the cages I asked
you to buy are installed in the basement, so cage these boys for the night
so they can get used to their new kennel, but feel free to use either or
both whenever you want. After all, you're their master now too and they're
trained to expect regular use. Which reminds me, we'll need to get at
least six cages down there by tomorrow night."
"No problem," Bruce said. "I got the two cages from a kennel that
houses large dogs like St. Bernard's and Great Danes. They're long enough
to allow a slave to sleep with his legs curled up and he can sit up fine
but not stand. Perfect for our needs. And they have water bottles
attached. I'm sure they'll have four more they can send over tomorrow."
"Sounds about the same as DELTA uses," I commented. "They just hose
them out once a day to keep them fresh."
"That's what the kennel said to do," Bruce added. "Of course," and he
laughed, "they thought I was going to cage Rottweilers."
"They prettier than these pets, but not hung as well," I laughed.
I smacked CAGE 14's rump as I ordered, "Relax," and watched him
instantly fall out of his inspection position as I left for my study. STUD
held his positioning since Bruce was still playing with his balls. "I need
to contact DELTA Enterprises while its daytime in Oman," I said in parting.
********
I knew better than Bruce what a savings would be involved in the long
haul. Six full-time slaves would be doing the work of 30 employees
altogether, even though a lot of them worked less than 40 hours a week.
And those employees weren't cheap either. The hustlers cost us the most,
of course, but even the gardeners and pool men and house painters were
getting around $13 an hour anymore with health insurance and social
security taxes. I figured switching over to slave labor would pay for
itself in five to six years maximum. And even if my estimates were wrong,
I could simply fly them back to Oman and sell them to DELTA for at least 50
percent of what I'd paid if I bought them young enough and didn't keep them
over five years. They'd still be prime stock unless I worked them to death.
With the time difference, it would be late afternoon in Oman, so I
called Sheik Amani's office directly.
"DELTA Enterprises, Administrative Offices," came the swift
reply. "How may I help you?"
"Sheik Amani please, Mr. John Hughes calling from Miami, USA," I
announced. There was a momentary pause.
"Good to hear from you, Mr. Hughes," Sheik Amani greeted me warmly.
"I hope there's no problem with these two purchases of yours. DELTA
Enterprises always stands in back of its ironclad guarantee, let me assure
you, Mr. Hughes."
"No problems, Sheik Amani. Quite the contrary. You said I could
afford a stable, so I've decided to act on your suggestion. The only
problem is I don't want to fly clear over to Oman again to make the
additional purchases and was going to impose on you to do that for me if
you would," I stated.
"I'll be happy to help you out in that regard, Mr. Hughes. No problem
at all. But it would help if you'd give me at least some broad guidelines
so you wouldn't be disappointed with my choices," the Sheik said with no
hesitancy.
"I can do a lot better than that, Sheik Amani. I want to buy four
more and can tell you who I want for three of those four if they haven't
been sold off yet. The fourth boy, Sheik Amani, I'll let you pick out for
me," I laughed.
"Who are the three, Mr. Hughes, and I'll check on the computer to see
if they're still available," the Sheik countered.
"The first one was the blond who was in back of the limousine that
picked me up at the airport. It was the Caddie limousine with the Indian
chauffeur. He said he had been a inmate at a Swedish prison before he was
sold off to a slave broker in Amsterdam, I believe, and then bought up by
DELTA. He's a big muscular guy that's very heavy hung and has hair that's
almost white he's so blonde. I remember he had huge brown tits on him,
both of them ringed."
"Oh, that property's labeled 'CAR 7' because he's been assigned duties
there for the past four or five months. Yes, he's available at the
standard prime stock non-negotiable price. You're right. He's an Omani
citizen now because he's dead in Sweden according to their records. After
training here, he was assigned to limo duty and has spent a good part of
his life ever since on his knees in back of that Cadillac limo. But we've
never had a complaint on him - on the contrary, a lot of our customers have
requested his car so they could use him again. If you buy him, he'll be
delighted I'm sure. After months of limo duty, those boys probably begin
to think they're going to be on the floor of a limo the rest of their lives
sucking a different dick every hour or so and getting plowed by a total
stranger in-between times. And all that cum they swallow all day long
hurts the appetite - it's hard to get enough slave chow down them at night
to keep their body weight constant. We only assign slaves limo duties for
six months, but, of course, we don't share that information with the slaves
themselves or they'd begin to think they were entitled to a change of
pace," and the Sheik laughed at the absurdity of the thought. "Are you
definitely interested in buying this boy?" the Sheik prompted.
"Yes. Sheik, but I must say I'm constantly amazed at your knowledge of
your stock."
"That, Mr. Hughes, is what keeps DELTA on top," the Sheik answered
proudly. "And your next selection?"
"Sheik, when you were showing me the training operation, we visited
STUD training his replacement in the Sales Department and I noticed a big
blond named PLEASURE congratulating STUD on his sale. He too was a big boy
who sported some mighty impressive equipment. You know who I mean?"
"Indeed I do, Mr. Hughes," the Sheik chuckled. "PLEASURE wants
nothing more than to be sold into service as you witnessed in his farewell
to STUD. He'd be delighted he sold himself with his eulogy to STUD. And,
Mr. Hughes, I can't imagine any owner, let alone one as sensitive to the
needs of slaves as you seem to be, ever having any trouble with PLEASURE.
Although I don't want to denigrate our training in any way, PLEASURE is a
natural born slave if I ever saw one. I can't imagine him being anything
else. In fact, Mr. Hughes, he never has been. PLEASURE is one of our bred
slaves - comes from the breeding station we run on a private island in the
Caribbean. He was bred to our sales specifications by a handsome blond
giant we bought out of a Louisiana prison and a light-haired girl from a
German orphanage. That event took place 17 years ago according to the
computer records, so PLEASURE would be 16 now. So he's still immature
sometimes in his behavior but he's certainly got the body of a mature man
already. He's got a lot of service ahead of him before he ever slows down,
Mr. Hughes."
"What's the price on a bred slave?" I asked incredulous that I would
ever be buying a human actually bred to slave specifications.
"Same as our prime stock, Mr. Hughes - no extra premium involved, but
the price is non- negotiable same as the other primes."
"Add him to the shopping list in that case, Sheik Amani," I said in a
jocular tone.
"And next?" the Sheik again prompted.
"Well, you'll think I was overly impressed with those limo rides you
provided, but in the Mercedes limo that took me to the airport there was a
black chauffeur who was about medium height but acted most responsibly. I
felt I could trust him with some supervisory duties I had in mine. I've
never seen him out of uniform, but you can probably fill me in on his
body," I outlined to the Sheik.
"Give me a moment and I'll check our computer records. Yes, here it
is. Mercedes limo, day before yesterday...Oh! That chauffeur is DRIVER
2. Yes, let's see now... Oh, Mr. Hughes, he's not a full black. He's half
black, half American Indian. No wonder you liked him," the Sheik laughed.
"Where on earth did you find something like that?" I asked.
"Well, let's see here. Purchased from a broker in Mexico who had
bought him from a Mexican prison where he was facing execution for
espionage. The Mexican government claimed he was a Cuban spy sending
information to Havana but, Mr. Hughes, it was totally fabricated because
this boy had no education and can barely read the street signs and
maps. His language skills are so poor we had to teach him even the most
basic spoken commands. Nevertheless, he was on death row and the slave
broker, realizing the worth of his handsome body, bribed the warden in
Taxco to sell him after he faked his death with an alleged prison
murder. So again, Mr. Hughes, this boy is an Omani citizen. He's dead
according to Mexican records where he was a citizen. Once we got him, he
took to training like a duck takes to water and has been happy as a lark
ever since. Considering his miserable background - a black father he never
saw and a American Indian mother living in Mexico earning her living as a
whore, this is probably a better life than he ever thought possible. His
mother was selling him to some of her more jaded customers who liked little
boys since the time he can remember and using the money to meet her drug
habit. You can see, Mr. Hughes," the Sheik said rather pompously, "why we
seldom get involved with anything but adults in our business."
I thought of the 16-year-old PLEASURE I'd just bought but said
nothing. I suppose they considered anybody full grown an adult in that
part of the world, especially if they were as filled out as that boy was.
"DRIVER 2 was so well trained to slave expectations from his Mexican
prison stay that we only had to keep him in regular training for 60 days
before assigning him to regular duties. And you're right, Mr. Hughes, he
does have supervisory potential. In fact, we have him computer tracked to
start supervisory training here for a DELTA overseer position next month if
he's still not sold. Now, let me call up the body specs....Ah, here they
are. Yes, you were right.. he's 5'8", weights 165, his measurements are
43-28-30 which indicates quite a physique for someone so short, 70% muscle
in total body content. He's got 16" biceps, 23" thighs and a 17" neck so
he must have been put into serious weight training either in prison or here
at DELTA. Those, Mr. Hughes, aren't normal measurements by any means. No,
there's been a lot of intervention somewhere along the line. Let's see
what else we have on him. Practically hairless - only needs facial shaving
once a week; no hair on body other than underarm and pubis which is now
shaved of course, unusually smooth glossy skin which tends to feel warm to
the touch, and, ah...here it is, his sexual equipment: normal sized ball
sac with nice looking well-shaped uncircumcised penis with no excessive
foreskin: 8x3 flaccid; 10.5x3.5 erect; seminal output: 1.3 cups after 15
days abstinence in 9 spasms before emptying. Attachments: Very wide genital
banding due to low natural protrusiveness; both extremely large black tits
ringed with 2" stainless steel bands; and fitted with 2.5" stainless steel
collar to effect proper head stance. Right ear fitted with 1" stainless
steel ring. Fully trained for all sexual duties. Would please male or
female owners without preferences or inhibitions of any type. Skills:
manual labor, can drive trucks, cars, buses of all types as well as
industrial equipment such as forklifts, bulldozers, etc.; gardening,
farming, livestock management. Suitable for overseering and/or training
new stock. Restrictions: illiterate in Spanish; can read only road signs
and respond only to oral commands in English; no other language
proficiencies; no computer skills; good social skills and keen sense of
responsibility to completion of assigned duties. That's all we have on him
in the computer, Mr. Hughes, but I can add that several of our incoming
passengers, both male and female, have asked to use him overnight and all
have expressed satisfaction with him the next morning. In fact, one woman
was determined to buy him on the spot the next morning, but she
unfortunately couldn't come up with the prime price we're asking and had to
settle for one of those we keep up on the fifth tier for our bargain
hunters. Can I answer any other questions about DRIVER 2 for you, Mr.
Hughes?"
"No, I'll take him more of less sight unseen," I added. "I just hope
your computer records are right."
"Well," the Sheik laughed, "if they're not, we'll be happy to send you
a replacement that will meet the specs."
"And now for that fourth boy?" I prompted.
"Yes, what would you like?" Sheik Amani asked.
"My manager asked for an exotic that was different than my other
stock. You see, Sheik Amani, these boys are kept plenty busy keeping my
estate up to snuff and making sure my manager and I are freed from too many
tasks ourselves, but during the late afternoons and evenings they are
called upon to entertain my business clients who have come to expect such
fringe benefits from their trade with me. Therefore, variety for their
selection is important. And, of course, a boy well attuned to the many and
varied requests of my clients and a slaveboy that prides himself on total
satisfaction of his users is absolutely essential. A boy here works a good
16 to 17 hour day, Sheik."
"Excellent, Mr. Hughes. Keeps them out of mischief and meets their
expectations of a full life of duty. Keep that schedule up and you won't
have a bit of trouble with DELTA products I can assure you. Sounds like
you have plans for that stable to be doing double duty: maintaining your
estate in proper order and offering your customers the pleasures of their
bodies. An excellent plan if I do say so, Mr. Hughes, and one for which
DELTA slaves are especially well trained."
"Just so you understand what I need," I added, "for the fourth
purchase this afternoon."
"Mr. Hughes, put your mind at ease. I have the perfect slave for you
and, as I recall, you've seen him already. Remember that strikingly
beautiful East Indian boy that met you at the Muscat airport and
chauffeured the Cadillac limousine to your hotel? That boy wants a
permanent home so bad he can taste it and he's different enough to be
labeled exotic by anyone's standards. That smooth, hairless yellow-brown
skin is almost feminine as are his long black eyelashes and those big
watery blue eyes. But his chest development, those tits residing on his big
pectorals, and his sexual equipment is as masculine as they get. I don't
think you saw him fully hard, but he swells up to equal the best of them,
he's got one of the best trained asses in the business - trained in that
area since early childhood by his parents no less - part of the Dravidian
culture, I'm told - and he's got what I call a "velvet" mouth - in fact, I
use that mouth myself whenever he's free. And, as you saw yourself, he's
totally compliant and eager to please."
"Yes, he is exotic all right. But I can't remember how he was fitted
or even what his equipment was like. I think I was so played out when he
stripped, I wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention, Sheik," and I
laughed at the memory.
"Understandable, Mr. Hughes, very understandable after riding in the
back of one of our limousines. Let me call his computer record up: 'born in
Madras, given as a gift by his parents to a Dravidian temple in exchange
for special blessings for the father's deceased parents. The temple priests
in turn sold him to us two years later at the age of 19 after two years
service as a trained temple prostitute where worshipers could purchase him
for a modest donation to the gods.' So he'd had a lot of valuable training
and experience before we ever bought him. Trained here for 70 days and then
assigned to chauffeuring duties in the Cadillac limousine and use by
administrative staff as well as interested customers when available. He's
'5'9", weighs 155 pounds, is 41-24-30 but quite muscular, and has
disproportionately large pectoral development.' He's got large balls, a
'well-shaped penis 6.5x2 flaccid; 10x3 erect; seminal capacity: .9 cup in
five spasms after 9 days abstinence (longest period available - capacity
probably greater with longer abstinence). Practically hairless, he's
shaved only in underarms and pubis region. Attachments: low width genital
banding due to natural protrusiveness linked to high ball sac position;
left tit only ringed with 2" gold band; high collared (3") to force very
erect head stance. No ear or nose rings. No reading or writing skills in
any language. Good chauffeuring and other motor vehicle skills. Excellent
social skills. Well refined sense of responsibility and keen need to
satisfy users to the best of his ability regardless of circumstances
(considers it destiny decreed by his god).' Now, that's pretty exotic if
you ask me, Mr. Hughes. 'Destiny decreed by his god'" Sheik Amani roared
with laughter as he repeated the last phrase read from the computer record
over and over.
"Oh, all right, you've talked me into it. I'll take him. I assume
this one is at your non-negotiable prime stock rate ?" I asked.
"That's right. But remember he's fully guaranteed," the Sheik laughed,
"and I for one am going to miss that velvet throat I was talking about, not
to mention that well-trained ass of his."
"Tell shipping to send them over to Miami on the same schedule as the
others leaving Muscat on the morning flight to London with exactly the same
instructions as to clean out, plugging, etc., and that they should be
dressed just like the others. The plugs and dress and elimination schedule
worked out just fine but this time add a jockstrap to the dildo holder in
that their erections are a little too obvious in the airport. I'll have my
manager pick them up at the Miami airport tomorrow night. Meanwhile, I'll
instruct my banker to electronically transfer the full price to your
account and I trust you'll send the paperwork on these boys over by express
delivery. I'll tell my manager to pick up their passports, visas, and work
permits as soon as they're through the officials at the Miami airport.
Please fax me the final confirmed schedule with flight numbers and seat
assignments. And if I have any changes turn up at this end, I'll fax you
promptly. It's been a pleasure doing business with you once again, Sheik
Amani."
"Likewise, Mr. Hughes. And remember, we always stand in back of our
products, even the exotic boys from India," he laughed. "I told you we'll
be doing business again."
"You were right, Sheik. The more I thought about it on the trip back,
the more your business makes sense. I just wish my country was a little
less narrow minded in this area. After all, the lives these boys would
live otherwise is a life of uncertainty, hunger, and want. Despised and
unwanted by their own cultures, they've found a worthwhile life with DELTA
and its customers. I can put these boys right into a secure life where
they're wanted, appreciated, and respected for what they are. And they'll
be kept busy day after day doing just what they trained and expect to be
doing. It's so totally honest. You're bought for a purpose and you do that
purpose. None of the bullshit we hear everyday about wealth accumulation
which won't happen until you are one in a million and win a lottery; none
of the crap about getting a job and finding out there aren't any to be had;
none of the shit about being promoted and then find you're out in the
streets because they're 'downsizing' or 'reprioritizing'. Instead of
filling up prisons with millions of wasted lives, you put people to good
worthwhile service. Instead of putting people on the public dole to keep
them from rioting in their desperation, you offer a life people value. Yes
sir, Sheik, it makes a lot of sense. You've taken the bullshit out of the
system and made it honest."
"Oh, one other thing, Sheik Amani. I'm going to need six of those
phalluses you feed them breakfast from and a bottle of whoever you use to
flavor their liquid protein so it taste like cum. They don't sell those
things here in Miami," I laughed.
"Yes they do," the Sheik chuckled. "Go to any animal supply store and
ask for a calf feeder nipple with a one-quart bottle. If they ask you what
size, tell them large and you've have a 6x3" phallus feeder for your stock.
And, Mr. Hughes," the Sheik laughed aloud, "we just milk a boy who hasn't
unloaded in a long while to get our flavoring - it's mighty strong after
being stored in a boy's balls for a month or so. One milking will give you
enough flavoring for a week or so of feedings."
"It's like I said, Sheik Amani, you sure know your business," as I
hung up the phone.
*******
"You know, Bruce, it seems like the stable of slaveboys have been here
for years but you know it's actually only been three months or so now," I
said stroking INDIA's shoulders as I languidly relaxed as the East Indian
suckled my shaft buried deep inside his throat. Bruce was busy pumping in
and out of the boy's ass as we carried on our conversation.
"It does seem like they've been here forever," Bruce said, breathing
heavily from his efforts. "But I must say it's working out better than I
ever dreamed. Our labor costs have gone from outrageous to non-existent,
the estate's in better shape than it's ever been by a long shot, and the
customers are not only happier than ever, but we're attaching so many new
customers we're having trouble handling them all. Doubling up on INDIA
here is an example, Mr. Hughes. All the other slaveboys have been going at
it since they finished their cleansing and feeding routines at 8 PM. And I
doubt if they will have handled everyone before midnight or 1 AM tonight.
It'll be 2 AM before I get them disciplined and caged tonight. And I
pulled DRIVER 2 out of his chores today for an hour to handle a couple of
early afternoon customers who requested his use as a special favor since
they had to leave town during our regular customer hours.
"Well, INDIA here doesn't mind serving both of us at the same time, do
you boy?" I asked as I stroked his fine black hair.
"Um..." was the only answer we could get as INDIA's throat was
currently occupied.
"How many wanted to reserve PLEASURE tonight, Bruce," I asked.
"Well, 14 requested him, but we booked him for seven services
tonight. Think that's going to do him in, Mr. Hughes?" Bruce asked.
"How many has he been handling a night over the past month?" I
countered.
"Seven or eight a night, Mr. Hughes," Bruce responded.
"Does he look tired? Is he chafed? Is he having trouble holding
erection? Is he looking bored or overused? We can't have quality service
going down because of overuse, Bruce."
"Not that I can see, Mr. Hughes. He's as eager as a dog in heat and
seems awfully proud of his excellent customer service ratings, Mr. Hughes,"
Bruce said in a reflective tone. "Since I use to hustle myself, I don't
see how he does it. I'm beginning to think you're right about the mind-set
of knowing you're nothing but owned property being essential for a happy
and productive slave."
"You're damn tooting I'm right about that, Bruce," I continued. "Look
at CAR 7's productivity. That big blond ape works so hard all day long
you'd think he'd just collapse by supper time, but instead he gets all
excited even as he's cleansing out just thinking about his usage that night
and he's been handling eight to ten customers a night the last I checked
into it. And seems to love every minute of his new life from what I can
observe."
"He does, Mr. Hughes, there's no doubt about it. That big body of his
has a lot of stamina. He told me what we line him up for is nothing
compared to that limousine duty he had back in Muscat and even that was a
relief to that Swedish prison he was in. Claimed he had 15 or 20 a day to
service in the back of the limo but I think he tends to exaggerate some
when he gets a chance. You know, Bruce, he told me he used to swallow so
much cum in a day that his poop was half shit and half cum. He wasn't
complaining, he was just interested that cum 'holds together no matter
what' as he put it. God, what goes through these boys minds!" Bruce
laughed.
INDIA moaned a little as I started to play with his tits a little and
Bruce went in all the way up his ass.
"What about DRIVER 2, Bruce? Haven't even seen him since I last used
him day before yesterday and we couldn't talk very well at the time - at
least, he couldn't," I laughed as I remembered his black jaws stretched
around my shaft. "Is he working out fine?"
"Better than fine, Mr. Hughes. He's running a race with STUD as to
who can handle the most customers every evening with the highest
ratings. Both of those boys are mighty competitive - they told me it's
their black blood, but I just think they're addicted to being wanted and
appreciated. Wherever it comes from, it's sure to our advantage I'll tell
you. Those black boys are the most requested members of our stable and so
far have the highest productivity rates. And they work as hard as anybody
else during their assigned chores. And, Mr. Hughes, you were right.
DRIVER 2 is a born supervisor and is really useful when I need someone to
overseer a project that requires a lot of slaves coordinating their efforts
- no one's better at it than that black American Indian of yours.
Mr. Hughes, when I fuck myself to death which may be soon at the rate we've
been using the slaveboys, put DRIVER 2 in charge and you'll never notice
I've gone to the Happy Hunting Ground."
I felt INDIA's throat massage having its predicted effect and began to
tense up a bit as the boy, sensing my mounting excitement, increased the
tempo of his throat action on my hapless tool. "What's CAGE 14 up to these
days, Bruce?"
"We should change that Corsican's name to WONDER, Mr. Hughes. The more
chores you assign him, the happier he seems to be. That boy even suggests
new projects he can squeeze in- between his assigned chores. And his
popularity with our customers keeps getting greater and greater so he's
doing something right in those rooms down the hall every night.
Mr. Hughes, you'd be interested in knowing CAGE 14 gets fed three scoops of
vanilla ice cream every night before being caged. Those two new Colombian
customers have taken a fancy to milking the boy for some reason or other so
his balls are getting quite a workout these days. Doesn't seem to hurt him
through. He still shows hard every time I've seen him up for customer
inspection or even when I see him doing his chores around the estate. That
boy must have been born sexually aroused," Bruce laughed.
"Well, how long are the boys going to last, Bruce, at the rate they're
going?" I asked.
"I'd say they'll still be pretty, willing and able for at least seven
or eight more years. Then we'll probably need to trade them in for some
fresh meat, Mr. Hughes. Either that, of let them take care of the estate
maintenance, and bring in a new batch of boys for full-time service with
our customers, but if we did that we'd wear those new boys out in a year,
I'm afraid. No, we're on the best possible schedule now. And they'll
still bring a pretty penny when you decide to trade them in, Mr. Hughes."
"Bruce, do you realize we always have our business conferences with
some slaveboy wedged between us?"
"Do people have business conferences any other way?" Bruce laughed as
he pumped into INDIA's ass with renewed vigor.
"AH, ah....ah...," I answered as I spilled a huge load down INDIA's
throat as I heard him gasping hard to swallow it as fast as I was
unloading.
"Uh......Uh..UH.....," was all Bruce said as he too unloaded deep into
INDIA's body and the boy worked his well-trained anal muscles hard to milk
the last drop out of his other master.
"Great conference, Bruce," I said as I pulled out of INDIA's throat
and the boy promptly cleaned my shaft of the last drops of semen.
"Yeah, great conference, Mr. Hughes," Bruce gasped as he tried to
stabilize his breathing. I heard a soft plop as he withdrew from INDIA's
anal channel and INDIA turned his attention to promptly cleansing Master
Bruce's shaft. I saw him swirling his tongue around and then gulping as he
swallowed all the residue of both of us.
"Thank you, masters," INDIA said with great humility and respect. "As
soon as I've cleansed myself, may I posture myself for inspection in the
hopes a customer will choose my usage, Masters?"
"Yes, INDIA. You can probably handle at least three customers before
it's time to cage you tonight."
"Thank you, Masters," INDIA said as he smiled and stood up to head for
the shower room, not equipped with full douching facilities. His fully
erect prick was leaking precum, his tits were obviously also erect but I
saw a few tears spill down his cheeks from those unusual blue eyes of his.
"Hold it, INDIA," I commanded. "Why are you crying? You getting tired
of being used?"
"No, Master," INDIA looked down respectively but unfrightened. "It's
just, it's just....it's just that I'm so happy with my life here. It's
what the gods destined for me and now it's all come true...I'm sorry,
Master, if I cried......I'll control myself better in the future,
Master....but when you said I could handle three more customers tonight I
knew you viewed me as a slave of great value...and I was just overcome the
god's destiny was being fulfilled," and another tear spilled out of his
lowered eyes as a drop of precum dripped from his erect penis. "Thank you,
masters, for giving me this life.. I'll never disappoint you, masters..."
and more tears spilled from his eyes.
"Get on with your cleansing, INDIA, and take care of those customers
so we can continue to take pride in our slave stock," I said.
After he'd left, I snickered, "Destiny of the gods! Taking it up the
ass as a piece of bought property! Don't tell me there isn't such a thing
as a slave mind-set, Bruce."
"Don't knock it, Mr. Hughes. He'll probably handle a whole busload of
customers before we cage him tonight with his attitude. And you know what,
Mr. Hughes," Bruce added with a wink, "those customers will be so damn
happy with INDIA they'll all give him a 10 in their ratings!"
*******
It had been a year now since I had bought the six boys from DELTA and
I was beginning to think about adding three more DELTA slaves to keep up
with business demands.
"Bruce, I think I'll watch you cage the boys tonight," I said as I
looked at my watch. "For some reason I'm not sleepy tonight even though I
got up with everyone else at 10 this morning. Here it is 1 AM and I'm
still wide awake!"
"Fine, Mr. Hughes, but three of the boys have earned some discipline
and I'll have the others witness it to give them something to dream about,"
Bruce answered as we walked down to the basement where the stable was
caged. "Everyone's through with their usage for the day, so it's time to
turn in as soon as they all get out of their final cleansing."
"Is three about usual, Bruce?" I queried.
"Yeah, three or four usually. It's pretty hard to get through a 16 to
17 hour day without slipping up somewhere along the line," Bruce
laughed. "And anticipating the discipline throughout the day is worth more
in keeping everyone in line than the discipline itself if you ask me."
"Who gets touched up tonight, Bruce?"
"Well, let's see here," Bruce said as he withdrew a small notepad from
his shirt pocket. "PLEASURE broke posture when a customer grabbed his
balls pretty roughly this evening - that's at least ten lashes with that
new three-strand nylon whip that hurts like hell but hasn't broken any skin
yet. We'll aim it at his shoulders so it won't bruise his rump since he
gets humped a lot every night.
STUD's in real trouble. He shortchanged the enema schedule for the
second time now. Only gave himself two complete enemas before usage time
instead of the prescribed three. That boy just hates taking enemas, I
guess. But who in the hell cares whether he likes them or not? What if he
wasn't completely cleaned out for a customer? Then what? I bet he hadn't
thought about that, the selfish bastard. And this is the second time for
the same offense. I'm going to give him something to remember, Mr. Hughes,
so he doesn't forget there are dire consequences when slaveboys don't do
exactly what they're told to do. It'll be a good object lesson for the
other boys as well. I'm going to shove the electric prod up his cheating
little ass, since that's the part of his body we're talking about, and give
him five seconds of full voltage. It'll feel like he's being fried and the
muscle cramps will keep his ass sore for a week or so. He can still be
fucked by the customers - he'll just be so sore it'll be memorable, that's
all. The customers will probably like all that moaning he'll be doing when
they're poking it to him.
And INDIA failed to complete the full regiment of prescribed weight
lifting in his exercise period this morning. He wasn't going fast enough to
finish them in the prescribed two hour period. If he keeps shortchanging us
in his exercising, that big beautiful chest of his is going to start to get
flabby and those big tits of his will start drooping," Bruce
chuckled. "Just a little reminder, there, Mr. Hughes. We'll manacle his
wrists behind his back for the night and cage him with his tits clamped
with those spring loaded clothes pins. By morning, his tits will be bright
red and swollen three times their normal size, but he'll be all right
before we put him up for customer inspection. He'll still be mighty
sensitive if they start feeling up his tits, but it'll give him something
to think about the next time he slacks off in his exercise period."
The stable of six lined up in front of their cages still dripping wet
from their cleansing routine with their eyes cast downward. The three
selected for discipline were asked to step out in front and face their
colleagues as their offense was reviewed. Then the three were manacled to
chains coming down from the ceiling and the chains were then adjusted so
they were forced into a tiptoe position of literally being strung out with
full exposure.
PLEASURE took his whipping stoically but could not control the tears
spilling down his cheeks accompanied by muted sobbing. The skin of his
shoulders turned bright red and then purple before the beating ceased, but
no blood was drawn. As soon as Bruce finished, PLEASURE gasped out, "Thank
you, Master Bruce," as all slaves were taught to do following discipline by
their master. It reminded slaves that a master who took the trouble to
correct them was a master who cared about them.
STUD groaned as the electric prod was thoroughly lubed in front of him
and then roughly forced up his asshole a full 12 inches. A look of crazed
fear swept over his face as he realized what was happening to him and he
tried to jerk away from his manacles but it was hopeless in his tiptoe
position. A piercing scream that sounded like it was torn from his guts
echoed off the walls as the juice was applied and his body convulsed in
pain. As the prod was withdrawn from his asshole, the smell of some of the
lubricant which has been vaporized by the electric shock permeated the room
and brought back memories to the slaveboys who had experienced this before
themselves - memories which caused them to shudder. STUD missed that part
in that he had passed out even before the shock ceased and his body hung
limply by his manacled wrists. STUD would be expected to remember to thank
Master Bruce for his disciplining first thing in the morning when he was
once again conscious. Like all well-trained slaves, STUD was taught to
interpret this strong discipline as a symbol of his master's concern for
him.
INDIA winced as the clothespins clasped his ringed and already swollen
tits and began to cry but otherwise kept himself under control although his
ragged breathing revealed the continual pain involved. "Thank you, Master
Bruce," he gasped between clenched lips and closed eyes.
The two sobbing boys still conscious, PLEASURE and INDIA, were
released from their shackles and told to hold STUD's body up while Bruce
released STUD's manacles and then had the two place him into his cage. The
remaining five were ordered to "Kennel" and they all quickly dropped to all
fours and crawled into their respective cages as Bruce locked the cage
doors. Bruce didn't forget to shackle INDIA's wrists together behind his
back after he had been caged so that the tit clamps would remain
undisturbed throughout the night.
As each slave heard the lock snap shut on his cage door, I heard each
slave say, "Good night, Master Bruce," in the same tone a child would say
goodnight to a beloved and respected father. Bruce responded to each one
in kind with a gentle, "Work hard tomorrow, CAGE 14," or "no more slacking
in exercise, you hear, INDIA," or "you keep up those high ratings and we
might let you unload in a few days, DRIVER 3," or "remember to hold
absolutely still while you're being looked over, PLEASURE". It was
sentimental, even a little maudlin, but definitely reeked of family and
concern and caring. No wonder these boys cherished their lives with us even
though they knew they were nothing more than bought property. Chattel of
not, they continually strived to please us to the best of their ability.
It was more love than they're ever experienced before in their lives before
slavery, and the slaveboys craved the love of a caring master more than
anything.
As I walked up the cellar steps with Bruce and turned the lights out
to the total blackness the slaves were familiar with in their caged
confinement, I told Bruce of my plans to buy four more slaves from DELTA
and "promote" DRIVER 3 to slave overseer so that Bruce would have more time
off. "DRIVER 3 can do the discipline checks and assignment of chores, the
feedings, the status beatings, the cleansings and getting them lined up for
the customer's inspection. Hell, he can even do the disciplinary actions
before kenneling them for the night. You don't have to do it all, Bruce,"
I counseled. "I know we can't have more slaves around here without
overloading you, Bruce, as the supervisor. But by moving DRIVER 3 up to
overseer, it'll end up being less work for you rather than more. And we'll
still add three more to the stable for a total count of eight available for
supervised assignment. And," I chuckled, "we'll still have our planning
and business conferences with you, me and the slave overseer, only this
time the overseer will be sandwiched in-between us and will be only be able
to contribute to the conversation beyond a few moans or grunts when we're
changing positions or something."
"Aren't all planning conferences run that way, Mr. Hughes?" Bruce
replied jokingly. "But with three more available, maybe we wouldn't always
have to put DRIVER 3 on double duty!"
"Mr. Hughes," Bruce said seriously. "Remember when we first met? I
was hustling for a living, if you call it that, and you didn't have anyone
to play around with at your beck and call like you do nowadays. Well,
Mr. Hughes, I just want to tell you I feel about like those boys down in
the basement. You've given me a purpose and direction to my life and I
appreciate it deeply. I'll do anything for you anytime - I hope you know
that, Mr. Hughes. You don't need to make my life easier - I'll work as
hard as I can for you and never complain. But, you know, Mr. Hughes,
you're right as usual. If we get nine slaves around here working 17 hour
days, it'll take more than me to keep them totally occupied and out of
trouble and under full control all day long. Making DRIVER 3 the overseer
is pure genius - no wonder you're the master!"
"Well, with you approval, Bruce, I'll call our friends at DELTA right
away and get three more shipped over. God, I hate to ask knowing your
penchant for details, but do you have any suggestions before I call?", I
asked tentatively.
"Well, Mr. Hughes, as a matter of fact I do," Bruce laughed. "First
off, the younger the better if they're full grown - 16 or 17's just right -
they don't seem to have a bit of trouble adjusting to our lifestyle here
and we'll just get that many more years' usage out of them - and the one's
that our customers pick out first are those with the biggest equipment -
sort of super-sized like STUD seem to have the biggest appeal and that
bigness doesn't hurt anybody the way they get used here. You might even try
to get a discount on them, Mr. Hughes, since, unlike most slaves, they
can't be used too much for fucking their owners due to their size. They're
sort of limited to being fucked. And go for either bred slaves, like
PLEASURE, or products of US prison training, like STUD. Despite that
little scene down in the basement a while ago, boys from that sort of
background seem to flourish in their lives here and really enjoy it
overall. What we expect out of them just seems to exactly meet what they
want out of life for some reason or another."
"Bruce, it's because they've got a total slave mind-set, I tell you.
That slave's mind interprets everything that happens to them as meaningful
and good. Any color preferences this time around? We don't have a Far
Eastern type around here I've noticed. Do we need more variety?"
"Oh, I think we've got enough variety for the type of customers we're
dealing with, Mr. Hughes. And color doesn't matter one way or another
either in customer preferences overall or in the way they response to their
slavery. It's their background and training and the way their bodies are
set up that makes the difference, not their race or color or ethnicity,
Mr. Hughes. There's no prejudice in his house, Mr. Hughes."
"Glad to hear it, Bruce. The only prejudice I've noticed around here
is all positive: everyone around here is all pro-slavery, including, it
seems, the slaves themselves!"
FRESH MEAT:
I asked Bruce to take DRIVER 2 and the panel van we used to carry
supplies and pick the three new slaves up at the airport. We'd used DRIVER
2 as a chauffeur occasionally over the past year so he had a fancy outfit
to cover his nakedness including his revealing collared neck and, following
Bruce's orders, he quickly costumed himself for the outing. I reminded
Bruce to pack one of those new nylon whips we'd found useful so that DRIVER
2 could assert his authority as overseer right from the beginning once
those slaveboys were in the privacy of the truck.
The three slaves arrived in good order but were walking splay legged
as they deplaned so he knew the buttplugs I'd requested were still in
place. DRIVER 2 was told to take over once they were through passport
control and he did so with ease, handling the new boys in an authoritative,
no-nonsense manner that instilled confidence. Once he got them in the back
of the panel truck, he ordered them to strip, manacled their wrists behind
their backs, and gave each one two or three symbolic whip strokes to
validate his authority as their overseer before returning to the cab to
chauffeur Bruce and the new purchases to the estate.
As they entered the foyer so I could look them over myself, Bruce
already had removed their jockstraps and buttplug harness and had them bent
over as he was starting to remove the buttplugs that had been inserted for
their shipment. "Hold on, Bruce," I said, "leave them in until I'm through
looking them over. God knows what's in back of that plug after a long trip
like that."
"You're right, Mr. Hughes," Bruce said looking down at the beautiful
Oriental rug we were all standing on.
"Position," I snapped and the three instantly put their hands in back
of their head, tensed up all their muscles, spread their legs, and thrust
their chest and pelvis out for inspection. The last movement caused a
little tension as they struggled to make sure they kept the buttplug in
place with their ass muscles. "Well, at least DELTA's trained them that
much," I commented as I looked the three of them over for the first time.
"They give you a name, boy?" I asked the first property as I ran my
hand over his shoulder and down over his pectorals to a swollen right
nipple that looked recently ringed.
"They labeled me EAGER, Master," the boy said softly with lowered
eyes.
"With your prick standing out like that, I can see why," I chuckled as
I massaged the glans of the monstrous erect shaft with the palm of my other
hand. "Is it usually like this or is it hard just because of that plug up
your butt?"
"They trained me to get hard when I'm in position, Master, but I get
hard anyway when I'm plugged, Master."
I started to stroke the 13x4" giant the best I could considering its
size and was rewarded with a small stream of precum oozing down on my
wrist. "Damn," I said looking at the mess, "when was the last time you
unloaded, boy?"
"They milked me three weeks ago, Master, and I haven't been allowed to
cum since then," he answered without malice or pleading. "My balls are
plenty full right now, Master," the slave added as I moved by hand down and
hefted the softball sized scrotum up in my hand.
"They feel full," I noted as I kneaded his ballsac through my fingers.
"How old are you, EAGER?"
"Seventeen, I believe, Master. No one's exactly sure, but DELTA
estimates my age at seventeen, Master," he replied as another small torrent
of precum dribbled over my wrist as I continued my massage of his balls.
I appreciated his brief replies. DELTA had done a good job with
voice-training, I thought to myself. "Who'd DELTA buy you from, slave?"
"Department of Correction of the State of Alabama, Master. I was sold
by the juvenile prison warden in Dotham, Alabama to the DELTA agent who was
buying up 30 or 40 of us boys that day he was there, Master."
"Did he just buy up whatever was available that day or was he picking
out some and turning some down?" I asked more out of curiosity since I was
aware that DELTA also offered less than prime stock recalling all those
slaves up on the fifth or sixth tiers of their warehouse.
"Master, he looked over hundreds of us that day - all the boys
sentenced for 20 years or longer - but he only bought about 30 to 40 of us.
"What was he looking for, slaveboy?" I asked as I let loose of his
balls and started going over the rest of his body as I continued my bodily
inspection.
"I'm don't know, Master," he answered apologetically, "but it seemed
to me he just marked for purchase those who were young, well-built, good
looking, and heavy hung, Master. Of course I may be wrong, Master, but
that's what I thought at the time," and he looked at the ground like he
expected to be slapped for saying too much.
"All the purchases black like you, slaveboy?"
"No, master. But most of them were. Of course, most of us sentenced
that long were black there at Dothan Correctional, Master."
"You think you were sold primarily because you were black, slaveboy?"
I queried as an open invitation to elicit his feelings of justice in this
world.
"Oh no, Master. There were white boys begging to be bought to get out
of that prison in one piece, Master, but they didn't buy up too many
despite the fact they sold a lot cheaper than most blackboys did at the
auction."
"Why did you blacks bring higher prices, EAGER?"
"I don't know exactly, Master, but on the average most of us blacks
sold that day were younger, more muscular, and better equipped it seemed to
me, Master."
"Now don't you go getting uppity with me, EAGER," I said as I pinched
one of his tits hard for emphasis. "When you get marketed more as the
years go by, you'll learn that there's big and small, muscular and puny, in
both black and white hides up on that auction block. A good muscular body
fitted with a big solid dick gets attention drawn to the sales block all
right, but what really brings a high price is a well-trained attitude to
serve well, slaveboy," I said with finality. "As a matter of fact, yellow
and brown hides are bringing in top dollar nowadays assuming everything
else is equal."
"Yes, Master." EAGER answered as he noticeably tensed up anticipating
that his talk had displeased me.
"You won't be punished for answering your master's questions honestly
and directly, EAGER," I assured him as stuck my fingers in his mouth to
check out his teeth and felt him relax a little at my comment. With my
other hand, I again hefted his huge prick up and stroked it as I marveled
at its size. I continued with my stroking until EAGER began breathing hard
and his sleek hairless hide broke out in a soft sheen of sweat. I could
feel he was working hard to control any forthcoming eruption. It was
understandable why they called this boy EAGER since I hadn't been stroking
him much more than a minute or so.
"What was your work assignment at DELTA, EAGER?" I asked.
"Never had a formal assignment, Master, since I just finished my basic
slave training the day I was sent to shipping after being told I'd been
sold. I think they were going to assign me outside construction work there
at DELTA, Master, since they told me I could tolerate the heat and sun well
with my thick black hide and they wanted to work me hard in manual labor to
build up my muscles more, Master."
"You're pretty well built now, EAGER, but I could see where they might
want to add an inch or two to you here and there," I stated as I ran my
hands over his massive shoulders down to his unusually small waist and then
over his relatively large melon-shaped buttocks. "You trained in usage,
boy?" I added as my hands returned to massage his massive equipment.
"Yes, master. DELTA told us we had been trained to meet all our new
owner's needs," EAGER said as he invitingly shoved his equipment even
further into my hand.
"What usage you best at?" I asked as I stroked him hard again.
EAGER hesitated, not knowing how to answer. "Anything my master
wants," EAGER answered politically. When I looked at him disapprovingly,
he quickly added, "My trainer told me I suck dick real well and he said I'm
real good to assfuck, Master. But," and he looked at me questioningly, "I
have to be real careful when I'm ordered to fuck because I'm so big I've
hurt both some women and men slaves they had me practice on, Master. I
didn't mean to, it just happened when I got too vigorous with those slaves,
Master. I know now I have to be real careful, especially with the real
young slave girls and boys that aren't broken in much yet. Master."
"They ever breed you, boy?" I asked.
"No, master, but they told me if they couldn't sell me in a year they
were going to send me off to a breeding farm and I'd be fucking most all
the time or get my butt beat off," EAGER said soberly.
"Well, you won't need to worry about that now, boy. You're going to
get fucked a lot more around here than you'll ever be asked to stud. That's
one reason you've got that plug rammed up your butt - it'll help get you
ready for what we have in mind for you around here, slave," I counseled.
"Yes, master," EAGER answered contritely.
Abruptly, I let loose and slapped his rump as I said, "Relax" and
watched him drop posture and relax with his hands at his sides and his big
black eyes still downcast as I moved on to the next newly purchased
property.
"Come here, boy," I said as I grabbed the slave still in positioning
posture by one of his protruding nipple rings and pulled him toward me as I
heard a soft moan escape his throat. "What's your label?" I asked twisting
the nipple ring a little to establish my authority as his new master.
"WACO, Master," came the quick answer.
"WACO? Why WACO?" I laughed.
"DELTA bought me at the Waco, Texas, prison, Master, and since I was
their only purchase from there, that's what they always called me, Master,"
came the answer delivered with a deep, bass voice that sounded like it
emanated from the depths of his balls.
"What were you doing in Waco, slave?" I asked.
"I was doing a life sentence for assault, armed robbery, and attempted
murder, Master," the basso voice continued, "so I volunteered to be sold,
Master. I figured life as a slave couldn't be any worse than being in a
cage in Waco for the rest of my life, Master."
I started to pump away on WACO's big 12" shaft as I continued my
interrogation. "Well, were you right, WACO?"
"About what, Master?" WACO tensed in fear since he couldn't answer my
question.
"About a slave's life being better than life in Waco, dumbo," and I
jerked on his shaft a little in my irritation.
"I'm sorry, master."
"Sorry for what?" I said with mounting irritation.
"Sorry I'm dumb, Master," as WACO thrust his pelvis a little further
out for my convenience in stroking him.
"Jesus, let's start all over, WACO. Now listen up, slaveboy. Is
being a slave better than being in prison?" I said in an exaggerated slow
fashion as I began playing with WACO's left tit with my other hand.
"Yes, master," WACO said as he thrust his chest out even more
prominently with my tit play.
"What's good about being a slave, WACO?" I tried to simplify the
conversation to his level since I was beginning to worry if he was capable
of comparisons in his thinking.
"I like being told what to do, Master, so I don't always disappoint
people like I used to. And, Master, I feel people like me a lot more as a
slave than they ever did in prison or even before prison as far as that
goes. Master, people seem to appreciate me more since I've been sold into
slavery," and WACO smiled broadly as he thought about it. "Yes, Master, I
was thrilled I was worth something to somebody. I was real surprised when
DELTA bought me up. And they told me I'm worth a lot when I'm sold,
Master," WACO reported in a tone of absolute wonderment. "Everybody before,
as long as I can remember, all told me I wasn't worth nothing, Master. I
guess I showed them, didn't I, Master?" and WACO smiled even broader as he
began to tense up and breathe hard from my vigorous stoking of his shaft
and constant tit play.
"Where'd you live before ending up in the Waco prison, boy?" I pushed
his obviously limited intelligence.
"I got in trouble with the law in Texas, Master, but I was born and
raised in Minnesota," the hugely muscled 6'6" blond with an almost perfect
physique answered. "They called me Swede for some reason before they called
me WACO, Master."
"Who called you Swede?" I prompted.
"The people in those foster homes, Master," the blue-eyed giant with
the practically hairless body replied.
"What foster homes, WACO?" I patiently prompted again.
"A whole bunch of them, Master. Maybe 20 or 30 of them that I can
remember. That's before I ran away to Texas, Master."
"When were you first in a foster home, WACO?" I again prompted.
"I can't remember, Master. I think I was in one or another since the
time somebody birthed me, Master," WACO said, beginning to pant as he got
more and more excited by my manipulations of his body.
"Don't you unload, WACO," I ordered, "or you'll get the whip." I knew
by now that WACO's I.Q. couldn't be a point over 75 and the only effective
management would have to be a very simple management.
"I can hold my load, Master. Yes, Master, WACO's going to hold it in
just like you say to do, Master."
At least, it was obvious WACO was making every effort to be as good a
slave as he could and I knew not all slaves, especially those assigned to
heavy body usage, had to be intellectuals. WACO certainly had an appealing
body - about as appealing as it gets - and I was sure he'd been trained to
cooperate with owner demands most thoroughly by DELTA.
"What happened in prison, WACO?"
"I don't understand, Master, about what happened. I was in WACO
prison before they sold me as a slave, Master. And now I'm sold to you,
Master, so WACO's your slave now to do with as you please," WACO beamed in
his excitement as he worked through the question. His shaft was dripping
precum heavily from my continual stroking and I could feel it throbbing as
I moved my other hand to pull his balls down a little to help him keep from
cumming.
"No, WACO, I want to know what happened to you in the prison when you
were there before they sold you."
"Not much, Master. They worked me hard in the laundry during the day
and at night I got fucked a lot by the other guys," WACO answered
matter-of-factly.
"Did they fuck you up your ass or down your throat?" I asked.
"Where, Master?"
"At the prison in WACO," I patiently responded.
"Oh, there. Master, they fucked me in the ass and they fucked me down
my throat but they didn't call it fucking me when they did it in my throat,
Master. They called it sucking them off, Master."
"Who fucked you, WACO, and who had you suck them off?"
"About everyone I met, Master. Those Texas people all wanted to use
me it seemed, Master. I can't recall meeting anybody there who didn't want
to fuck me or have me suck them till they spilled their cum down my throat,
Master," WACO said as he strained to answer the question the best he could
as his body broke out in a fine sheen of sweat signaling that his pending
orgasm was getting closer and closer.
"Before prison, WACO, did people use this big body of yours?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Master, a lot of people. Some of those foster home people
just took me in because they wanted my body after I was beginning to fill
out, Master. Some of those foster home women fucked me everyday after
school, Master, and one of those women used to sell me to her men friends
for their fun two or three times a week so she'd get some cigarette money.
And, Master, when I run away to Texas, I didn't have no money and I got
real hungry. This man offered to feed me and give me a place to sleep if'n
I just take care of some of his friends now and then, so that's what I did,
master. So you see, Master, prison wasn't much different than
before. Everyone's used this boy's body since he filled out, Master. Guess
that's what I'se cut out to do, Master," WACO said as a statement of fact
as his body struggled with controlling his orgasm and his precum was oozing
out in a steady stream despite my pulling down on his balls hard.
I dropped stroking the boy and slowly he regained control as the dazed
look left his eyes.
"Master, you not happy with WACO?" the boy said in a voice on the edge
of tears. "You just tell me, Master, and I satisfy you, Master, anyway you
want," WACO pleaded but maintained his inspection posture perfectly.
"It's OK, boy," I said reaching up to stroke his cheek and then
hefting his balls up in my palm. "You do exactly as you're told and always
remember you don't own this body anymore," I said as I squeezed his balls
to make my point and then reiterated, "You've been sold as a slaveboy so
this body doesn't belong to you - it belongs to your master now. You be
the best slave you can be and you won't have to worry about having a home.
Remember you always want to please whoever owns you - that's what you have
to do now, WACO," I said slowly as if I were speaking to a small child.
WACO started crying. It was a strange sight seeing this muscular blond
colossus hung like a horse weeping out of pure happiness. "Thank you,
master," he wept while still maintaining a perfect stance for inspection.
"I be a good slave, Master. I do anything you want, Master," he wept.
Well, I thought. A dumb blond stud. Handsome as anyone I'd ever
seen, a body to bring happiness to even the most discriminating, a willing
spirit, and so stupid he made a mule look bright. Slavery was the perfect
answer for this boy. And for what we bought him for, manual labor, an ever
willing servant, and heavy use of that magnificent body for the pleasure of
others, he really didn't need many brains. What he did need was guidance,
direction, custodial care, and protection. And slavery offered all four
for him. I was sure he'll work out fine and we'd get years of satisfactory
service out of him. And we needed a big handsome blond with huge equipment
- they were always a popular choice it seemed.
"How old is Einstein here?" I asked Bruce.
"His passport lists his birth date in '79. That'd make him 17. That
WACO prison must have been for juveniles because he's been property of
DELTA for almost a year."
"Well, hell, it'd take that long to teach him how to learn to thank
his master for touching him up with the whip now and then," I laughed, "let
alone teach him proper cleansing. But they have taught him to hold his
load in," I commented, "so he's capable of learning. Probably takes him
twice as long," and I joined Bruce in his laughter. WACO didn't get it, of
course, or if he did he didn't feel he could break position.
"Relax," I said slapping WACO's rump as a signal his inspection was
over.
"Thank you, master," came the conditioned reply but with such a
sincere respect in his deep bass voice I was impressed.
After his youth and handsome good looks were gone, we could still sell
him for all the hard work left in that big muscular body of his as long as
someone had the strength to beat the shit out of him when he got lazy. And
even when all those muscles were used up, somebody could still get
something out of him by selling him for his body parts to some surgeon who
peddled transplants as long as they weren't into brain transplants by
then. Even boys without brains had a future in slavery it seemed when you
thought about it.
The third boy was twitching a bit from holding his position so long
before we got to him. "Steady, boy," I said as I reached forward and
gently clamped his large ballsac.
"Yes, master," he softly replied.
"Where did Delta buy you, slave?" I asked.
"Right here in Miami, Master," he laughed. "I've come full circle it
seems. When I landed in the Dade County Jail the fourth time in three
months, the sheriff said he was tired of looking at me. He stripped me
down and chained me up tight in a back room there and this foreign
gentleman looked me over really thoroughly even including my insides no
matter how hard I screamed and then the sheriff gave me an injection and
the next thing I knew I woke up in a huge hot arena where I was caged up
near the roof and was being trained as a slave. I thought I was in hell at
first and couldn't believe it, but over a period of time I got used to it
and before I knew it is seemed sort of natural to me. By the time I'd
earned my way down to the cool first floor of the arena, I thought I was in
heaven, not hell, and was looking forward to being sold so I could serve a
master well. So, Master, I'm here to serve you right back here in Miami,"
and he thrust his pelvis out a little further so his balls were easily to
handle.
"You think you'll get along better in Miami as a slaveboy?" I asked.
"Yes, Master. DELTA taught me what people want out of me and how to
meet their demands. I never understood how to make people need me before,
Master. Master, may I speak further?"
I liked the obvious voice-training involved with that statement. "Yes,
slave, but make it brief," I retorted.
"I used to be angry at people all the time because I couldn't figure
out where I fit in," the slave continued. "Now I understand exactly where
I can fit in and all that anger's gone, Master. I realize I need you as a
master more than you need me as a slave, Master."
"Well spoken, slaveboy. Did DELTA give you a name, boy?" I queried.
"Yes, Master," he answered with a broad smile sweeping across his
face. "It's MIAMI, Master."
"How old are you now, MIAMI?"
"Just turned 19, Master."
I squeezed his firm full balls and looked over the muscular red-head's
torso. His skin was beautifully tanned all over from working outside at his
duties assigned in Muscat but it retained its smooth creamy quality,
especially noticeable since he was obviously kept completely body shaved
even though, due to his transport, he'd need another body shave as soon as
we had time to send him down for cleansing. His bright green eyes made a
startling contrast with his bright red hair and eye brows. He was fully
accessorized: big 1" rings in each ear, a small ring fitted between his
nostrils obviously for control leashing, both tits pierced with rings that
hung into space due to his well sculptured pectoral development, and about
the widest genital ring I'd seen - 2.5 inches which forced his shaft out
almost horizontal even when it was flaccid and kept his balls in a state of
permanent stretch. This boy was controlled! Every piece of metal on him
was a constant reminder of the fact he was now and forever owned property.
"Sounds like you had quite an adjustment over at DELTA," I ventured.
"Yes, Master," MIAMI politely answered. "I was pretty wild before I
got sold," he added tentatively.
"I never heard of Dade County selling some of its problems off," I
said, "even though it is a damn good idea. They must have really given up
on you, boy."
"Yes, Master. The second time I was sent to jail, the judge ordered
drug rehab because I was totally hooked on a heroin habit, Master. It was
costing more than I could earn in the dancing act I was in and I had to
steal and do other things to meet my $300 a day habit so eventually I got
caught and picked up." MIAMI looked at me questioningly to see if I wanted
him to continue.
"Go on, boy, you have permission to talk," I said.
"Drug rehab worked for about two days after I was let out, Master, and
the third time I got busted it was for prostitution and public nuisance,
but really it was because I was back on the big H again." Again MIAMI
looked at unbelieving that he was allowed to talk this much.
I thought to myself that at least he'd learned something in his
voice-training sessions with DELTA. "Go on, MIAMI," I granted.
"When I was sent back to the sheriff the fourth time, he just listed
me as a DOA (dead on arrival) as a result of an drug overdose taken right
before pickup and sent some homeless guy that had died anyway to the morgue
under my name and fingerprints. He told me taxpayers had wasted enough
money on me for one lifetime and he wasn't going to let that stupid judge
waste more of the good people of Florida's time and money on my sorry soul.
So he sold me to the DELTA agent and pocketed the sales price and the next
thing I knew I was sweating away in Muscat getting my butt beaten every two
or three hours learning how to behave. It was real hard at first, Master,
because I was coming off the drug too and thought about that more than I
thought about being someone's property for the rest of my life."
"Slavery is the best answer to the drug problem I've heard yet," I
mused. "You mentioned dancing. You were a dancer once, MIAMI?"
"Sort of, Master. It was a male review act called 'Men of Florida',
Master. They still have the group probably. The people in it come and go.
It paid better than any other job I could get and I could use the only
thing I really had going for me at the time, Master," MIAMI answered.
"What was that?" I asked.
"My body, master. Even before DELTA honed me up with the exercises and
all, I was in top shape physically and a lot of people thought I was pretty
good looking. And I knew how to present myself to turn the audience on,
Master. It paid good money....but not enough to support my habit, Master."
"Where'd the prostitution charge come from?" I asked out of pure
curiosity.
"Master, I needed more bucks than the dance group paid, so I hustled
on the side. There was a lot of opportunity for that when your strutting
your stuff right in front of a lot of people every night so they know
pretty well what they're buying. It wasn't hard at all to line up three or
four good paying customers every night, Master," and MIAMI sort of glowed
at the memory.
"Women or men?" I asked.
"Both, master, whoever would pay. But mostly women because that what
makes up most of the audience at those male review shows, Master," MIAMI
answered cheerfully.
"You prefer women then, MIAMI, if you had a choice which I better
remind you, you don't?" I asked out of curiosity.
"Doesn't make any difference to me, Master, when you're not doing it
for your own pleasure. Whether you're hustling on the outside or being
used as a slaveboy, you're doing it to please someone else so it doesn't
make any difference to me whether it's a man or women you're there to
please, Master. It's not like it's the slaveboy's choice anyway, Master,"
he grinned.
"No, it isn't," I said with finality. "But boys that have just gone
around sticking their dick into the nearest cunt around sure squeal and
holler when a dick's stuck up their hole for a change," I commented, "and
the first time a slaveboy swallows a big one down his throat he always
looks like he's being raped or something so don't tell me it doesn't take
some getting use to - sort of like putting the shoe on the other foot, I
guess," and I laughed at the thought. "That's why most slaveboys need some
serious training to make them useful."
"Yes, master," MIAMI answered. "But this slaveboy's throat and hole
had been used long before he was sold," MIAMI chuckled while still holding
position. "Course not to the extent it was once I was placed in slave
training, Master," MIAMI added, still smiling.
"Most men don't like being in male reviews even if they've got the
body for it," I commented. "Did you like it or was it just a job to you,
MIAMI?" I asked.
"I liked it, Master. People liked what they saw and let you know it,
Master, and it made me feel like I was worth something."
"Well, a lot of people don't like to parade around mostly naked," I
said. I then realized he'd been stark naked for the past year or so
parading around in front of everyone all the time, so added, "unless
they're slaves of course."
"Didn't bother me, master, like it might some. I was pretty proud of
my body, even before I was a slave. I figured it was about all I had going
for me, so why hide it? And if they were willing to pay me big bucks to
look me over, I didn't care if I wore anything at all. It wasn't like I
had something to hide or something," and I felt his shaft, wrapped within
my hand, swell a little bigger.
"Well, slaves have to get use to it real quick, MIAMI, as you know.
Other than enjoying looking at your bodies, do you think there's other
reasons to keep slaves buck naked all the time?"
"Oh yes, Master. You can't ever forget you're a slave - nothing more
than a piece of property, Master," and again MIAMI smiled as he thrust his
big shaft a little more into my hand as if to confirm my ownership of
him. "Especially when you're around people that are clothed and you
aren't," MIAMI added.
"You're right about that, MIAMI. It's a good reminder all right. Now
look at all this expensive equipment on you," I said as I twisted his large
genital ring, pulled on one of his tit rings, and lightly flipped the ring
fitted through his nostril. "DELTA's gone to a lot of trouble and expense
here, boy," I commented.
"Yes, master."
"I wonder why," I queried.
"Well, master, when I was first shipped over to DELTA, I was still
pretty hooked on the big H and I'm afraid I was pretty used to having my
way, but DELTA changed all that as I was sweating away in that ninth tier
of their warehouse undergoing the initial slave training, Master."
"Go on, boy," I prompted.
"When I resisted being handled, like for inspection, Master, they
chained me up of course, but when I still jerked around and wouldn't
cooperate, they fitted me with that genital ring that just forces me out
for inspection all the time whether I'm cooperating or not, Master. Took
me a long while to get use to my prick sticking out in front all the time
like it is now, but if that's what they want, that's what they get I
learned real fast. Master, no one asked me if I wanted to be fitted with
that wide band, they just did it rather than argue with me. I got the
message as to who was running the show real fast after that. One day, I
didn't kneel fast enough when they said. I'd hesitated because they always
had us kneel before stuffing our mouths with some more cock to suck and I
wasn't in the mood to have my throat stretched for the third time that
afternoon by some other slave ramming his big cock all the way down and
then shooting off in me. The next thing I knew, I'd been ringed right
through my nostril with a little leash attached. Then they said to kneel
once again and when I hesitated, I was yanked down to my knees so fast by
that leash I can still remember screaming out it hurt so bad since the
piercings were still fresh and raw. I got my mouth open so wide after that
they didn't have a bit of trouble with me the rest of the day even though
they made me suck six more guys off as an object lesson before they let me
up off my knees. And all the next day, I had that leash attached to my
nose and they yanked it every time I was given a command even though I
never even thought about hesitating in meeting an order by that time.
After that they leashed me once a week just as a reminder and, Master, I
can guarantee you, if I ever displease you in any way, all it will take is
to hook that little leash up to my nose ring and that will be the end of
any trouble out of this slave."
I felt MIAMI shudder as he even described the leash so it was
reasonable to believe him.
"You like having your tits ringed?" I asked as I twisted one until he
tremored a little.
"No, master, but I can see where they ring slave's tits. Nothing
makes you feel like someone's controlling you as much as when you feel them
pulling on your tit rings. Master, whatever owner thought that one up
should get an award," MIAMI went on. "Very few ringed slaves are going to
cause master's much trouble in my opinion - it's too easy to give slaves
some real pain to think about when they're ringed like most of us are,
Master. And, I suppose it's like being naked and wearing a collar all the
time. You can never forget you're somebody's property held for their use
when you're ringed and collared and banded and naked and whatever else some
clever owner's going to think up next, Master," MIAMI smiled as he stuck
his chest out to facilitate my playing with his tit rings. "Of course,
most slaveboys aren't quite as duded up as I am," MIAMI smirked. "They
were probably easier to break in than I was, Master," MIAMI reflected.
"But you've got one controlled boy here now, I'll assure you, Master. You
name it, Master, and this boy does it," MIAMI announced with a big smile of
total compliance.
"That's what we bought you for, MIAMI," I replied.
"Now, I want to see what we bought other than a mop of red hair, a
mouth that never stops, and a gaggle of rings, bands, and collars," and
began my thorough inspection of his entire body. MIAMI held position as I
checked every muscle group, every tooth, every appendage to his body. His
rump, nicely shaped, had received a lot of correction over the past year or
so, and the lesions underneath his skin attested to the many hard beatings
he had received there. The same was true of his middle back so I gathered
the boy had required an unusual amount of physical training, as DELTA
delicately called the raw administration of pain, before he met their
specified behavior pattern deemed suitable for a well trained slave. That,
combined with all the control devices installed on him, attested to a long
and memorable training for the boy I would guess.
"How long were you in basic training at DELTA," I asked.
"Seven months, master," MIAMI said between gasps as I was again
playing with his tits rather roughly after squeezing his pectorals to see
if they could be made even more pronounced through more weightlifting than
was already prescribed.
Since some slaves, like PLEASURE, were out of basic within 30 to 60
days, I could see MIAMI had been a challenge for them in Oman.
"I'm surprised they put up with you that long, MIAMI. They have more
patience than I do," I said threateningly.
"Master, I've accepted it now," MIAMI said beseechingly.
"Accepted what, MIAMI?" I prodded.
"The fact I'm no different than any other animal up for sale," MIAMI
said without a hint of malice or self-pity.
"What if I told you I was going to sell you for dog food, MIAMI?" I
tested him.
"That's your call, Master, not mine. You bought me, you can do what
you want with me, Master," MIAMI answered in a totally accepting tone.
"Well, right now, I'm going to play with those big balls of yours
until you'll think you're going to explode and then I think I'll have you
suck your new overseer, DRIVER 3, himself a slave, off to see how well you
handle that task," I lectured.
I kneaded those big balls until MIAMI couldn't help but begin to moan
as I churned them through my fingers and hefted them up and down until he
broke out in a fine sweat across his whole body and his breathing became
ragged as he struggled to withhold his orgasm. Suddenly, I left loose of
him and said "Kneel" softly. MIAMI sunk to his knees without hesitation
and opened his jaw wide in that he knew what the next assignment was.
DRIVER 2, ever eager to get what pleasures he could in his slave's life,
promptly wedged his rod as far down MIAMI's throat as he could and we could
hear the boy struggle with his breathing as his throat was stuffed with the
other slave's big cock.
"Turning to the other two slaves, I said, "DRIVER 2 here is going to
be your overseer. Although he's a slave himself, just like you, you do
exactly as he tells you as if he were your master, and he has the right to
discipline you and correct you anytime he sees fit. You are to call him
"DRIVER 2, sir" when you respond to his commands or when you need to
address him. He will carry this nylon whip you're all familiar with - it's
the same kind you were trained on at DELTA - and he knows to use it when
you need it. The only thing he can't do to you boys without my express
permission as your owner is what he's going right now - using you sexually.
He can beat you unconscious, shock the hell out of you with the electric
prods, chain you up until your muscles scream, and fit you with a
corrective buttplug with a dildo harness, but he can't use you sexually
unless I tell him to. You understand that, slaveboys?" I asked.
"Yes, master," both WACO and EAGER answered at once. MIAMI grunted in
compliance around the shaft down his throat. "What about you, DRIVER 2?" I
asked.
"Yes, master," he gasped followed by "Uh....Uh...Oh...." as he
unloaded down MIAMI's throat grabbing the back of the slave's head and
jamming it to his hairless pelvis as he slammed down the throat in a final
few jerks.
"That slave a good sucker?" I asked DRIVER 2 pointedly.
"Yes, master, mighty good," DRIVER 2 said panting. "Thank you,
master."
"MIAMI, your new overseer give you a good load for lunch?", I asked.
"Yes, master," MIAMI said without a hint of resentment at having to
service another slave in front of his traveling colleagues. "Thank you,
Master."
"Any questions before I turn you over to your new overseer?" I asked
before I realized my mistake.
"Master," WACO started in, "whose our bossman now - is it the slave
that just got sucked off of is it that redheaded guy on his knees who did
the sucking, Master?"
"WACO, your bossman is named DRIVER 2 and he's this dude right here
who just got sucked off. He's your overseer now and you're to do what he
tells you to do from now on except you are not to suck him off or let him
fuck you - you understand, WACO?"
"Yes, master, but how come he had that other slaveboy suck him off,
Master?"
"Don't worry about it, WACO. You just do exactly what he tells you to
do but he won't be using your body like the other bosses around here."
"Yes, master, but I can't remember having another slave for a boss,
master," WACO said with little understanding in his eyes.
"Yes you have, WACO, over at DELTA. Most of your overseers there were
slaves. Remember the collars on your bosses, WACO?
"Yes, master, I remember now. Those bosses did have slave collars on
them just like I do," he said with great satisfaction as he comprehended
the drift of the conversation.
"Just do exactly what DRIVER 2 here tells you, WACO."
"Yes, master, I'm going to do that," WACO responded. I noticed his
prick was still rock hard and dripping precum. I wondered when was the
last time that boy had been drained.
"WACO," I practically shouted in my frustration, "the slaveboy on his
knees is called 'MIAMI'. You rode next to him on the plane coming over
from the DELTA warehouse in Oman." "Thank you, master," WACO said with
some delight. "I knew I'd seen that slave around somewhere. Is he the
slave that sucked our new overseer, Master?" WACO asked, obviously getting
confused again.
"Yes, WACO. All you slaveboys will be sucking people off now that you
belong to me."
"Thank you, master. I was wondering if we'll still be allowed to suck
people off when they wanted it, master. I suck cock good, Master, I sure
do they tell me. That's one thing ol' WACO does real well, Master, that
and giving out a real good assfuck, Master. WACO good at that, Master."
"DRIVER 2," I said sharply. "We'll need to improve WACO's
voice-training considerably. See what you can come up with in that area.
Maybe we'll have to start with plugging his mouth with that penis plug that
straps around the head. You can't talk with it in place and it stretches
the jaws to improve cocksucking they tell me. But let's try the usual
voice-training procedures first - you know, severe shocks with the electric
prod for excessive babble. Try that with WACO here starting immediately.
But if that doesn't register with him, we'll simply mouth plug that dump
blond until he forgets how to talk," I said irritably.
"Yes, master," DRIVER 2 said as he turned to the kneeling
MIAMI. "Arise and relax," he ordered MIAMI in a firm voice. "Master, I'll
get them unplugged and cleaned out thoroughly before we start showers and
feeding." I nodded my approval and DRIVER 2 motioned for all three new
slaves to follow him down to the showers and cleansing units. Their new
lives were getting off to a good start, I thought, as they trotted
obediently down, happy that the huge dildos forced up their ass for the
past 17 hours was coming out even if it meant another series of the usual
three enemas before long along with a fresh body shave.
"Well, Bruce," I laughed. "Quite a threesome they sent over. But it
was all your idea," I teased. "You're the one that insisted on heavy hung
late teenagers. And I'm going to blame you for that stupid blond giant -
you're the one that pushed for a big muscleboy blond if I recall. Hell, he
couldn't even remember whether he'd been called "Swede" or "Boy" when he
was at Waco Correctional. And that redhead bought out of Dade County Jail
downtown no less. Seven months in training! Jesus, I bet he gave Sheik
Amani a moment or two of doubt about DELTA training methods. God Almighty,
they even resorted to a nostril ring and a leash before it was all over to
get him to break. Well, you can't say DELTA gives up lightly," I broke
into laughter. "Wait till I see Sheik Amani again - we'll have a few laughs
over that one, I'll tell you, Bruce."
"And EAGER makes STUD look like he needs hormone injections or
something. I thought I'd seem the biggest in the world when I first saw
STUD stripped down and showing hard. But EAGER puts even him to shame.
Can you imagine a 15-year-old virgin girl digging that thing out of her
date's pants and then getting fucked with it. Hell, if she didn't die of
hemorrhaging before he was through fucking her, she make medical history.
Imagine just pulling that thing out.... and out..... and out.... It would
led to a girl fainting dead away out of sheer flight and she'd never go out
with a man again. And imagine taking that thing of his up an asshole.
Why, it'd tear you to pieces. But," he reflected, "I suppose some poor
slaveboys over at the DELTA training warehouse took it somehow when they
were training EAGER. I can't imagine them overlooking fucking as part of
his overall slave training package whether anyone would ever put it to
actual use or not. Whatever slaveboys took him up the ass are probably
still walking pretty gingerly," Bruce laughed.
"Well, I'm going to try EAGER out for myself tonight," I said. "Oh,
not that way, Bruce, it's the other way around. That boy's going to get
fucked long and hard tonight the way I'm all charged up now. I don't give a
shit whether he's all rested up or not...He should still fuck pretty
well. What about you, Bruce? You got any plans?" I asked.
Bruce laughed and said, "You're not going to believe this, Mr. Hughes,
but I'm going to take on that big blond WACO, but don't you worry... I plan
to keep that dumb mouth of his busy doing something else other than
talking. And the way I feel right now, I've have a pretty big little
midnight snack for him which will be delivered all warm and gooey like,
Mr. Hughes."
"Well, that's one way to shut him up. Maybe we'll luck out and your
cum will just glue his mouth shut, Bruce," I joked.
"I'll bet you anything the minute he swallows your load, his mouth
gets going again wondering what happened," I ventured.
"That, Mr. Hughes, is when we fit the dear sweet boy with his new
mouth gag," and both of us cracked up laughing.
*******
"You been cleansed and lubed, boy?" I asked as I ran my hand over
EAGER's huge shoulders and marveled again at his relatively small waist.
"Yes, master," came the contrite reply.
"Well I want you on your back now, boy, with your legs spread wide and
your hole open and ready for a good fucking," I commanded.
"Yes, master," EAGER answered excitedly.
"God, I just can't get over this dick of yours, EAGER. That's about
the biggest damn prong I've seen on a slaveboy. How long's it been that
big?" I asked as I started stoking it to feel its soft skin covering once
again.
"About two or three years now, Master. Every since I grew up," he
smiled as he tensed his pelvis to lift his prick up into my hand.
"When did they ring you, boy?" I asked as I twisted his genital band a
little. "Same time they ringed those tits?"
"No, Master. They banded me when they first bought me so I'd show
better and be easily to fondle. But they ringed my tits two or three
months later when I was about finished with my basic slave training. DELTA
wanted my tits bigger before they put me up for auction, Master, and I
wasn't getting big enough to satisfy my trainer just through massage and
stimulation."
I stopped stroking his huge dick and got into position to shove it in.
"You been fucked a lot, EAGER?" I asked as I slide a couple of fingers
into the boy to see how tight he was.
"Since they sold me to DELTA, I've been fucked real regular, Master,"
EAGER said. "Before that, at the juvenile facility in Alabama, I got
fucked off and on, but nothing too regular, Master."
"How often is regular, EAGER," I prompted.
"Two or three times a day usually, Master," EAGER answered without a
hint as to whether he thought this was too much or too little usage of his
body, not that it was his call anyway.
"You good at it?" I asked more out of curiosity as to what he would
say than any stock I would put in his answer and I pushed my two fingers in
as far as they would go to remind him what we were talking about.
"I've been trained well, Master, and most people using me seemed to
enjoy it, Master," EAGER answered cautiously. Then he added, "My trainers
at DELTA had me practice using my ass muscles when I'm being fucked and
I've gotten some compliments from my users after I got that down pretty
well, Master," EAGER said reflectively.
"Well, we'll see how good you are," I said as I withdrew my fingers
and shoved in all the way.
"Ugh...Ugh.," was EAGER's response and then, after I was all the way
in, a quiet "Thank you, Master."
I felt his huge dick between my pelvis bone and his as I began to fuck
him face up. He was leaking so badly it wasn't long until a lubricating
pool of precum was between the two parts of our body pressed together. His
erection had never wavered with the introduction of my prick into his
asshole so I knew he wasn't suffering too much. In fact, the way I felt
his prick pulse and jerk between us, I had the feeling he was into this
even before I started any serious pumping motions. Within seconds, I felt
his ass muscles clamp down on my shaft and begin a pulsating clamping
action which felt exactly as if he were milking me with gentle fingers in
the depths of his ass.
"Hmmmm..." I signed as he took over the work and even began using his
back muscles to move his pelvis up and down so I wouldn't have to pump him
to get full stimulation. "You're no amateur at this," I commented as the
sensual feelings flooded me. "Keep it up, boy," I commanded as I studied
his smiling face and sparkling eyes.
"Master, do you want to enjoy yourself a long while or do you want me
to get you off quick?" EAGER said professionally.
"Let's make this last a while, slaveboy," I sighed and began sucking
on one of his ringed nipples.
"Yes, master," EAGER said softly with a big smile as he continued his
humping movements and twisted a bit so the nipple I was sucking was better
positioned for my convenience.
After a good ten minutes of absolute bliss, I raised my weight off of
EAGER briefly to get a little air on my stomach and chest. I looked around
and Bruce was used WACO on the far side of the room. Strangely, I hadn't
heard much considering it was WACO he was using and yelled over to Bruce.
"How's it coming with that blond muscleboy, Bruce? I haven't heard
that mouth of his going so you must have it filled with something good or
you've got that gag in him already," I chuckled a little.
"It's filled, Mr. Hughes," Bruce laughed back. "You know, Mr. Hughes,
he's one damn good cocksucker if the truth were known and Lord knows I've
had my cock sucked enough these past two or three years to pass judgment in
the area."
"That you have, Bruce. And I'm glad to hear all the money for WACO
hasn't just bought the bewildered voice of a boy that's so stupid he barely
knows where he's at."
"Mr. Hughes, he takes it right down to the root without having to work
at it or any hesitation or adjustment time or anything. He just swallows
it whole and clamps that throat right around it like a starving filly on
his mother's tit. And he sucks like a vacuum cleaner. This slaveboy would
drain your balls even if you didn't cum he's got so damn much sucking
action going on. He may be dumb, all right, but this is one thing he's
really got down to a fine art."
"Let me know what you think when you unload in him, Bruce. That's the
real test of a good sucker."
"Well, that'll be any minute now, Mr. Hughes, at the rate he's working
on me," Bruce laughed but then I hear him gasping and groaning and moaning
and knew WACO was getting his midnight snack.
I felt the jism rising in me from EAGER's unwavering efforts to take
all the work out of fucking him and before I could query Bruce on his final
evaluation of WACO's sucking, I was spilling a big load of my own deep into
EAGER's ass with a lot of gasping, moaning, and a few sharp spasms as the
last of my load was discharged into an ass that was effectively tensed up
to squeeze the last drops out of me.
"Good boy, EAGER," I said as I ran my hand through his hair and then
stroked his sweaty cheek.
"Thank you, Master," EAGER beamed with the proud look a well-trained
slave often gets when they know they've pleased their master.
I reached down to check EAGER's massive dick. It was still hard and
he had held his own load in, but the pool of precum had grown between our
bodies and was quite messy at this point. "Lick your mess off my body
after you cleaned my dick off properly," I ordered as I pulled out. "For
all the mess you've made with your dripping, you might as well have cummed.
But of course, you wouldn't have the continuing interest a slave needs to
keep everyone satisfied if we let you do that, now would you, EAGER?" I
mentioned rather harshly.
"No master," EAGER replied as he cleaned my shaft with a thorough
tonguing followed by a "suctioning rinse" with his mouth which removed the
last remnants of my cum and his lubricant. He then bent to the task of
cleaning my lower abdomen with his tongue lapping up all his own precum
from my body.
"Well, Bruce, what's the final judgment now that you've unloaded in
the boy?" I yelled across the room.
"He's still one of the great ones in that area, Mr. Hughes. You need
to try him out for yourself to see why I'm so enthused. You won't believe
how he's turned sucking into an art form I tell you," Bruce yelled back.
Even from this side of the room, I could hear WACO's slurping as he cleaned
the last drops of cum off of Bruce's shaft now that it was out of his
throat.
"Good news here too, Bruce. Just had the best no-hump fuck I've ever
given," I laughed as I patted EAGER on the head.
"Wanta trade, Mr. Hughes?" Bruce asked.
"Don't think so right now, Bruce. Soon as I recover, I going to try
out EAGER's mouth and see if it's as well trained as his ass," I answered.
"Same here, Mr. Hughes. I haven't fucked anything this big in a long
while, but I'm going to give it an honest try," he laughed as I heard him
issue a new command: "On your knees, WACO. I'm going to fuck you now."
"Yes, Master Bruce," was the only thing I heard out of him in response
to the command. Apparently, even a few hits with the electric prod I'd
asked DRIVER 2 to start WACO's renewed voice- training with had already had
some effect.
"And you, EAGER, on your knees. I'm going to see how you suck cock
now," I ordered.
"Yes, Master," EAGER said as he quickly complied and positioned his
mouth on the head of my penis awaiting my final approval.
"Suck," I commanded and EAGER first tongue massaged my glans and then
slowly swallowed the entire shaft up its full length stopping twice to
breath in some air and fighting a gag reflex only once before he had the
entire invasion completely down his throat and was working his throat
muscles vigorously to milk my shaft as he commenced breathing through his
nose buried in my bristly pubic hair.
"Ugh...Agh..." I heard as Bruce skewered WACO's ass with his
once-again erect penis.
"Shut up, WACO," I heard Bruce command.
"Yes, master," WACO responded.
Bruce wasn't the passive type and he bucked and yelled as he pounded
WACO's ass like he was riding rodeo breaking a new bronc on the circuit. I
suppose he was to some extent. WACO grunted and groaned with each thrust
deep up his ass but it was obvious he was into this heavy fucking himself
and his gasping indicated he had remembered to work his ass muscles every
chance he had to increase his user's pleasure.
"Don't you shoot, WACO," Bruce reminded him remembering his need for
direction. "Slaveboys can't shoot without their master's permission," Bruce
carefully reminded him.
"I won't, master," WACO gasped out in compliance.
Within the minute, I could tell from the strange silence and frozen
motion that Bruce was into his second orgasm of the evening. WACO's grunts
and hard breathing indicated he remembered to pump his master's shaft with
his anal muscles until he was completely drained. The moment inspired me
and I unloaded a large second load myself deep into EAGER's throat
whereupon he softly gagged but quickly recovered and started swallowing for
all he was worth before it backed up his throat and spilled out which would
get him in real trouble and he knew it. Boys in service swallowed the
whole load regardless was the slaveboy's credo and EAGER's training took
over as he got it all down without any trouble. As I withdrew, he
instantly fell to cleaning my shaft off thoroughly with his tongue.
"How was he?" Bruce asked in an exhausted voice.
"Not bad considering I doubt if he's ever been sucked off himself
much. Who in God's name could swallow that prick of his outside of a
donkey or something? But, the way you tell it, top honors in that
department have to go to WACO there," I announced. "I'll have to try him
out in that area real soon. Does he fuck well?" I inquired.
"About like your boy sucks, Mr. Hughes. Not bad, but sucking's his
forte, that's for sure. Seems a waste to use him for anything else. Of
course, I'm not use to fucking something that big, but I suppose you get
used to it after a while."
"Well, tomorrow night, you can fuck this boy I've got here, and I
guarantee he make you mighty happy, Bruce." And I petted EAGER on the head
again to indicate I was still pleased with him.
"I didn't hear all that mouthing off out of WACO, Bruce, despite the
workout you were giving him. Maybe that prod is going to work out after
all in getting him better voice-trained. I hate to see a boy mouth gagged
long - hell, you can only use them for one thing then without going to all
that trouble of getting the damn thing off and on. Better to have DRIVER 2
just use that electric prod on him set at full voltage every time he opens
his damn fool mouth other than a quick 'Yes, Master,' 'No, Master,' 'Thank
you, Master,' and 'I'm sorry, Master.'" The 'big four', DELTA called them
in their slave training program. Once you find out what you need to know
out of a new animal, you don't need much beyond those four responses if you
ask me. I think DELTA's dead right about verbal training in that regard.
You can always order them to be chatty if you want to hear all that slave
babble, but who in the hell wants to?"
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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