Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2006 16:26:32 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: Dieter Goering - Part 3 (Authoritarian)

DIETER GOERING

by Bill Smith

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Part III: DELIVERING THE BRED SLAVES BACK TO GERMANY:

     Dieter had been in Africa recently on other business and had dropped
by his breeding farm to pick out the two he got yearly for his own personal
staff as well as selecting six others he planned to give away as gifts at
his next big party. Those eight male slaves, all 16 to 18 years old, were
breathtakingly handsome, heavily hung, and possessed magnificent physiques.
All were a rich tobacco brown, had black hair with brown eyes, and, since
all were the product of just one of the two farm studs, were all
half-brothers. Hence they were all quite similar to each other.  Totally
naked for shipment, they were ordered to the slaves' bathing area where
they scrubbed each other throughly, body shaved, oiled, and polished their
slave collars.  Next, they were leased together by their neck collars and
stuffed into the back of the passenger compartment of Dieter's private jet
where he could enjoy them on his way back to Germany.

     Onboard, Dieter's steward, who always traveled with the plane,
promptly unlocked the very short leashes connecting them together by their
permanent heavy copper neck collars and positioned all eight of the slaves
for their master's inspection.

     Dieter explained to the six he had chosen as '"gifts" that they would
be caged temporarily at his castle in Germany until he decided who he was
going to give them to.  In the interim, they would be exercised heavily to
maintain their musculature and sexually used by his slave steward as well
as other household staff and, of course, himself at least daily to "make
sure they didn't forget their training."  Right now, he wanted them to fuck
each other for his amusement, indicating which slave should start fucking
which other slave.  First, Dieter ran his hands over each 'gift' slave from
their smooth cheeks, over their bulging pectorals, over their rippled abs,
and finally, hefted their balls in his hand, weighing them with one hand
while stroking their swollen shafts with the other. All the Namibian male
products were circumcised so their dick heads were fully exposed whether
flaccid or erect and all had long ago become fully acclimated to being
handled like this.  In fact, all of them thrust their pelvises out with
their legs spread wide apart to offer maximum access to anyone wishing to
fondle their bodies in this fashion and all remembered to say, "Thank you,
master," for the attention they were receiving.  As soon as Dieter had
"inspected them" to his satisfaction, three pairs of writhing bodies were
on the floor of the jet's passenger compartment, shiny brown hips pumping
rapidly into the shiny brown hips of their half- brothers and fellow 'gift'
slaves. It didn't take long for the airplane cabin to begin to reek of
Dieter's favorite odor, the smell of sex.

     "Don't shoot off, slaves," Dieter ordered. "I haven't decided whether
I'll be using you tonight or not, so keep those balls full."

     "Yes, master," the panting slaves pounding away answered as one, sweat
running off their brown bodies.  Those being fucked, amid their grunts and
groans of being plowed, also acknowledged the command with a "Yes, master,"
although their compliance would probably require far less self-discipline
unless their assigned partner was heavily massaging their prostate with
their deeply embedded dicks, a distinct possibility given the thorough
training most slaves at the Namibian farm received in their upbringing..

     The steward had chained the two slaves Dieter had picked out for
himself by their neck collars to the wall rings fixed into the side of the
airplane cabin at strategic spots. Chained in place, they quickly became
fully aroused watching the other six slaves fucking each other in front of
them.  Both of Deiter's picks let their hands stray between their legs to
gain some relief.

     "You're nothing but a bunch of sluts," the steward yelled as his whip
lashed out onto the back of the slave found pleasuring himself. "You'd fuck
a tree if I'd let you," he laughed, "but you boys seemed to have forgotten
you've got to save your juices for the master's amusement from now on."

     It was the first notice the two slaves had that they'd be "on duty"
immediately with their master and they sighed in frustration, promptly
repositioned themselves on the cabin floor, and tried to divert their eyes
from the stimulating scene in front of them, knowing from experience they'd
be severely disciplined if they shot off without their master's permission.
Only one night had elapsed since the trainers had used them thoroughly and
some of the most tender parts of the slaves' bodies were still slightly
sore from all the fondling they'd received then, but their balls had
refilled to bursting since then. The trainers back at the farm had told
them that they more their balls were drained, the faster they tended to
refill, not unlike a milk cow.  Certainly at this moment, the trainers were
being proven right since both of them were leaking cum rather steadily.

     "By the gods," one of the handsome slaves, a brown-skinned beauty
endowed with prodigious equipment whispered to his partner from his chained
position, "another night of being fucked at both ends most likely awaits
us. But with my balls swollen as they are, I'll not get through this trip
without shooting off no matter what the steward says. Anyone that even
touches my prick will get a cum bath they won't forget," he laughed. "Even
if they beat me for it, it'll be worth it, so great is this slave's need,
especially looking at all the heavy fucking taking place right in front of
us."

     Like most slaves at that time, Dieter's choice for his harem was crude
and course in how he expressed himself, but all the slaves in the plane
knew how he felt. The master wanted them "always interested," of course,
but surely this was carrying it to extremes. None of the eight heavily
endowed slaves onboard could remember any time that day that they weren't
rock hard except when they were being given enemas in preparation for the
trip.  All other times, all eight slaves were at least semi-erect and
usually dripping pre-cum. If their master or his steward or another
designated slave even lifted any one of the slave's shafts for inspection,
the slaves were sure they would explode in this condition no matter what
commands they were given by their master or his haughty airplane steward.

     It soon became apparent that the airline steward was allowed to use
any of the slaves onboard for his own needs as long as the slaves were kept
clean, ready for action, and totally compliant. Having any one of the eight
handsome slaves suck him didn't hurt their abilities to please their master
as long as their balls weren't emptied in the process, but the steward
would insist that the slave swallow his entire load.

     "You, slave," the overseer shouted at one of Dieter's 'harem slaves'
chained nearest him at the time.  "Up on your knees with your mouth open
for action."

     The selected slave's neck chain rattled as he assumed the commanded
position, familiar to most slaves, male and female, that were young and
attractive and carefully prepared for market at one training facility or
another. The steward, a Slav from Russia, clothed in his steward's uniform
which he quickly doffed, briefly caressed his large circumcised organ and
thrust his hips forward until it was at the handsome brown slave's lips.
The 'harem' slave selected wanted to get it over with as soon as possible,
so he swallowed the Slavic steward's prick to the root in one gulp (the
first white organ he had sucked) and began to massage the shaft with his
cheek muscles while he rubbed the crown with his tongue. The steward's
organ quickly swelled to twice its original size and slid easily down the
slave's well- trained throat. As the slave's throat muscles churned around
the insertion, he suctioned until his cheeks hollowed inward and began
riding the shaft with his pursed lips as he'd been taught, like all the
slaves raised at the breeding farm almost immediately after coming of age.
The Slav steward began to slowly piston the slave's throat as he held the
brown boy's head steady in his hands.

     "Suck, you bastard," the steward commanded as he ran his hands through
the slave's hair. "That thick neck collar keeps your head up high so you
know you're here to suck cock, but keep those throat muscles massaging me
just like you've been taught, slaveboy," he counseled as he increased the
tempo of fucking the slave's face. Due to his heritage as a born slave,
Dieter's new harem slave felt no shame at being used like this and took to
his tasks enthusiastically. He'd been used like this on many occasions
since the beginning of his sexual training when he was around 15.

     The brown slave concentrated on the steward's commands and within
moments, felt the first of the steward's spunk slide down his throat. The
steward jammed his shaft down the slave's throat as far as it would go as
he squeezed the slave's head deep into his groin until it was obvious the
slave could barely breathe. Nevertheless, the slave swallowed as fast as he
could but subsequent eruptions were even larger and the slave felt the
steward's jism back up his throat and into his hollowed cheeks and even up
his nasal passages. When a guttural roar told the slave the steward was
through using him, he kept swallowing the back-load until the entire
emission was safely in his stomach. The steward's spunk was salty but
fresh, thick and tasty compared to the thin acrid taste of some of the
slave's previous trainers who were called upon to throat fuck many boys
each and every day under their tutelage. As all of the breeding farm slaves
had been taught since coming of age, the slave selected for usage scrubbed
the steward's rapidly diminishing shaft with his tongue and a fresh batch
of saliva until the steward was pristine.

     "Thank you for using me," the brown slave automatically said to the
steward.

     "You're one of the best I've had, slaveboy," the steward complimented
the slave as he withdrew his shaft from the slave's pursed lips with a loud
plop. "Practice makes perfect," they say as he ruffled the slave's
hair. "Keep this up and I'll recommend you to the overseer that will
transport you to your new home," he mentioned as he carefully donned his
smart uniform once again.  It was obvious he thought such a recommendation
would be the fulfillment of any sex slave's highest goals.

     The other 'harem' slave's chains clinked as he adjusted in his cramped
position, grateful it was not him who had been chosen by the steward when
he decided to get sucked off, but he was suffering from his constant
need. The slave ordered to suck off the steward felt his own cock throbbing
as well since the steward hadn't even touched it, but the huge discharge
down his throat at least gave his stomach something to work on since none
of the eight slaves in transit had been fed since early morning.  They
stared at the three pairs of 'gift' slaves coupling with each other for
their master's amusement despite their hunger and oozing pricks.


     Dieter Goering was enjoying the show being staged for his benefit, but
moved his chair where his two new 'harem' slaves could service him without
being unchained from the plane wall.  He motioned for his slave that the
steward had just used to suck on him until he was fully aroused and about
ready to ejaculate.  Only then did he withdraw from the slave's suctioning
mouth and, motioning for his other chained slave to get on his hands and
knees with his legs spread wide apart, mounted him for a thorough
fucking. As he pumped away into the slave's ass, he ordered the three pairs
of slaves to reverse their positions, i.e., those fucking were now to be
fucked by their partners.  Later still, he ordered them to trade partners
like musical chairs until each of the six 'gift slaves' had been soundly
fucked and each had done their share of fucking.  Only then did he
discharge deep into his own slave's ass with shouts of sheer ecstasy. Even
at the advanced old age of 42, Dieter was still a connoisseur of sexual
enjoyment and delighted in it more than ever now that he didn't pop off so
quickly and could choose only the very best for his dalliances.

     Some coveralls with the Goering crest implanted on the front and back
were provided for the eight slaves just minutes before the jet landed at
the airport nearest the Goering estate.  There, the covered slaves were
loaded into a small windowless truck that followed Dieter's limousine back
to the family estate and the beginning of a new life.

     Upon arrival at the estate's loading dock, Dieter's house steward took
over, stripped them of their clothing, got them bathed and cleansed inside
and out, and locked them in their individual cells within the slave
quarters located in a separate wing of Dieter's mansion. Each cell was
actually a cage with bars on three sides and a wall in back so they could
be observed at all times.  Each cell contained a drinking spigot, a food
bowl, a flush toilet with no seat on it, and a narrow wooden plant bunk
attached to the back wall equipped with a thin blanket.  There was no
mattress or pillow provided, nor were the slaves used to such luxuries.  To
them, it was clean, warm, and homey compared to the barns they had been
raised in where they had slept on a dirt floor in a large cage crowded with
15 or 20 others of the same sex whose arms and legs were constantly in your
way and the precum dribbling out of their pricks usually got all over you
so you were always sticky and smelling of semen.  The next morning, the
steward would introduce two of them to the wonders of their master's
residence, a version of Heaven as compared to the dreary barns of their
Numibian heritage.  The other new arrivals, the 'gift slaves' would be
rigorously exercised, cleansed inside and out as well as body shaved and
oiled, and practice their sexual skills on each other each and every day
until their German owner decided who deserved them as a present from
Dieter.

     However, Dieter rarely gave away a 'gift' without trying it out
himself first to assure himself the boy was fully trained and wouldn't
prove an embarrassment to him once he was in his new master's bed. Thus,
over the coming weeks, one by one, each Namibian 'gift' was called to the
splendors of his master's suite, freshly cleansed and oiled, and
demonstrated all of his sexual skills he had ever been taught back at the
Namibian farm or his origin.  As was always the case up until now, Dieter
was fully satisfied the fresh brown stock had been well trained, was eager
to satisfy anyone Dieter chose to give him to, and would prove to be a
credit to the Goering name.  He was also sure the 'gift' would be deeply
appreciated once it had been tried out in the recipient's own bed and the
small cost of the gift would be repaid many, many times through favorable
business contracts in the near future.  It was just one way the Goering
family did business, but a tried and true one they had used for centuries
with their slaves.

     The two he had selected for himself were placed into service almost
immediately after they had been shown their way around.  Again, he was in
no way disappointed with his choices from this year's crop, and the two
boys were used in every way possible until their master was assured they
were just as good, if not better, than all the other boys in his harem, now
back up to the 20 Dieter liked to have on hand at any one time.


NEXT: THE GOERING ESTATE

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