Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2006 15:33:19 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: DIETER GOERING - Part 4 (Authoritarian)

DIETER GOERING

by Bill Smith

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Part IV: AT HOME IN THE ESTATE:

     'Wake up, you lazy bastards," the overseer in the slave quarters of
Dieter's castle yelled as his whip cracked through the air. "Playtime for
you boys. A little food down your gut, a chance to piss, and you're on duty
tonight."

     As the earthern bowls of a thick rabbit stew mixed with rice were
shoved in front of the eight newly arrived Namibian slaves and the five
recent purchases from Dubai, to a man they quickly slurped it down, using
their fingers as spoons since none were furnished.  They were allowed all
they wanted, and most of them had five or six bowls before they no longer
felt hungry.  Following this they were watered as the attendant, a young
red-headed green- eyed boy, himself in the early bloom of his manhood,
passed from stall to stall with a bucket and dipper, totally accustomed to
seeing huge muscular studs in full arousal by now and knowing his future
would be no different and perhaps not as fortunate as these slaves.  After
the feeding, the slaves were again allowed to bath, then a final coat of
scented body oil was applied to their freshly shaved deep brown bodies
along with a slick lubricant inserted into their ass chutes, leaving little
doubt of what was expected of them in the coming "entertainment."

     "You boys are going to have some company tonight," the overseer said
brightly. "Each of your master's guests has brought along his own favorite
slave boy, so you'll probably have a little competition showing off your
skills before the nights over," he laughed.  "You put everything you've got
into it, or you'll pay dearly at the end of a whip, believe you me. I don't
want Master Goering to be ashamed of his own harem of pleasure slaves in
front of these other boys. Of course, they're probably pretty well trained
themselves or their own master's wouldn't have bothered to bring them
over. Should be an interesting evening," he speculated as he carefully
inspected each slave's body.

     "Now line up proper-like," the overseer continued. "You'll first be
serving dinner. Each guest is at the master's table, with the slave boy he
brought to attend him standing right behind him, or perhaps beside him, or
even under the table between his knees, depending on what is needed at the
time. When you're through serving the meal, each of you is to go to a
different guest, although I suppose the master will give each guest a
chance to choose which one of you he wants to pleasure him."

     Dieter Goering loved to entertain and it certainly helped the family
business as well.  Therefore, despite his busy schedule, he tried to
entertain no less than once a week when he was in Germany and as often as
he could in between trips when he was involved with international travel.
For new business acquaintances as well as new social contacts, the first
visit to the Goering estate was like entering a whole new world.  For those
who had been invited many times over the past, visiting the estate was like
old home week where they could loosen up and enjoy themselves outside the
pressures of everyday life.  All invitations were carefully screened, of
course, so no one was offended or shocked by the activities of social
events, but instead deeply appreciated this entry into another world that
"could be" if you only had the means to support it.

     Dieter only had male staff at the estate and only males who were at
least bisexual were ever invited to visit - therefore, it wasn't surprising
the activities were centered on activities males particularly appreciated,
especially males who preferred males for their sexual enjoyment given the
chance.

     The handsome estate staff at the outer gate and close by were always
fully clothed, although the clothes were tailored to fit their magnificent
physiques and show off their best traits.  But shortly after passing the
huge electric gates and proceeding a mile or so, guests saw less and less
clothing covering the estate's all-male staff.  Within a kilometer, they
noticed gardeners and lawn keepers clad only in metal collars, tight shorts
and work boots.  Within another kilometer, construction workers and others
were clad only in jock straps and safety helmets along with the universal
metal collar.  Within another kilometer, all pretense at clothing had been
dropped and grounds keepers, road workers, and gardeners wore only their
heavy neck collars, work boots, and often some other adornment such as tit
rings, genital banding, or, occasionally, even a ring fitted through the
worker's septum. The black Goering family crest tattoo was prominent on the
fully exposed back and chest of every light skinned worker; the same tattoo
in white ink was on the dark-skinned workers.

     To a first time visitor to the Goering estate, the hundreds of workers
they passed resembled nothing more than naked slaves right out of the old
Roman Empire - something they had only read about in salacious historical
accounts up to this point in their life.  It was hard to grasp what
tremendous wealth and prestige could apparently accomplish in today's
world, but new visitors still couldn't understand exactly how all this was
accomplished.  Would employees really agree to display themselves like this
if the price were right?  And how did Dieter Goering ever find so many
magnificent physiques to display, no matter how much he had to pay them?

     To returning visitors, this was old stuff, but nothing compared to
what they knew they would encounter once they were in the manor house
itself.  They already knew the answer to the newcomers' questions.
Dieter's 'employees' weren't employees like the rest of the world thought
of the word.  They were more like what at one time were called indentured
or bonded servants, but neither they or their 'master' was quibbling over
what they were called at this point in their lives.

     To the Goerings, it was life as usual for the past 1000 years or so.
To those outside the family, it was life as they thought it should be.  To
the near or totally naked staff being viewed through the car windows, it
was a comfortable, secure life without worry in exchange for complete
obedience and respect to their master.  For many of the workers, they had
been born into it and could conceive of no different life.  For others,
they had sought out the chance to live in this secure world.  For still
others, they had been 'bought' and had no choice, but, over time, had
adjusted to their master's world without regret or longing for their life
before, now a distant memory if they could recall it at all.

NEXT: A PARTY FOR DIETER'S GUESTS

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