Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2006 16:22:29 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: DIETER GOERING - Part 5 (Authoritarian)

DIETER GOERING

by Bill Smith

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PART V: A PARTY FOR DIETER'S GUESTS

[Certain structural features of this particular chapter are 'borrowed' from
a previous writing of mine, "Citicus," set in the time of the Ancient
Romans, but I think it works into this story very nicely.]

     Once a guest arrived at the outer door of the mansion itself, a troupe
of very muscular naked slaves of exceptional male beauty opened the door of
their car as they quickly knelt beside it displaying their magnificent
shoulders and back in the process, helped the passenger alight as they
postured to best display their pectorals and abs, and then swiftly drove
the guest's car away to be washed, garaged, and polished. A Goering butler,
totally body shaved and wearing a gold band around his genitals that
matched his neck collar, led each guests into the reception hall where
Dieter liked to greet each of them personally.

     Naked waiters were everywhere offering the house specialty: red wine
frothed with fresh cum and canapes of cavier topped with warm cum sauce.
The source of the cum was a whole battalion of beautiful slave boys lined
up against a far wall, pumping their huge swollen pricks methodically to
make sure supply met demand as a steward collected their output in a silver
bucket. The waiters themselves had all been fitted with genital bands to
assure their equipment was prominently displayed and easy for the guests to
handle if they so chose and a large butt plug rammed all the way up their
muscular butts to their prostate assured they remained dripping hard at all
times.  The waiters as well as the cum providers were of all colors, races,
and ethnic groups, although all were exceptionally handsome, young, and
heavily hung as well as very well defined with bulging biceps, neck,
pectorals, abs, thighs, butt and calf muscles.

     As soon as everyone had a chance to sample the house specialties,
Dieter invited his guests to the main dining room, a lavish hall resembling
a czar's palace.  As soon as they were seated, Dieter clapped his hands and
the guest's own slaves that they had brought with them in the trunks of
their cars, entered the hall and quickly assumed their place behind their
master's dining chair. While their masters were enjoying the opening
refreshments, these slaves had been cleansed inside and out in the castle's
slave quarters and were allowed to groom and oil their bodies prior to
being shown to the slave's entrance to the main dining hall.  They were
mainly totally nude, of course, but a few masters fancied their personal
slaves in highly suggestive fragments of clothing rather than total nudity,
but it was obvious all had been picked with their physical and sexual
attractiveness in mind.  Like Dieter's waiters and cum providers in the
reception hall, these slaves of his guests varied from Nordic blonds to
African blacks, from American cheerleader types to huge musclebound brutes
from Asia, from Middle Eastern willowy beauties to hyper-masculine Latin
studs.  In deference to their host's preferences, the slaves the guests
brought with them were all male - males well trained in the arts of
delivering sexual pleasures to male masters. Some of Deiter's guests also
owned large numbers of well-trained female sex slaves as well, being
bi-sexual, but had left them at home in view of the all-male theme of
Dieter's social gatherings.

     When all the guests were comfortable seated and their slaves were in
an appropriate position to service them, the reception hall waiters as well
as the cum providers entered the dining hall in exact step with each other
and began serving the numerous courses.  Dieter's own harem of (now) 23
brown and black male slaves. freshly shaved and totally nude as seemed to
be their destiny in life, were standing against a back wall in full
readiness.

     As soon as the first course had been served, Dieter called two of his
totally black harem boys over beside his chair out and played with the
boys' organs until they erupted into a small bowl on the side of his plate
almost at the same instant.

     "A nice warm sauce for the appetizer," Dieter said as he lifted the
fresh shrimp, dripping with the black boys' cum, to his mouth. "And plenty
left in the bowl for the rest of the shrimp," he said with satisfaction as
he rolled the next shrimp in the thick creamy offering from the two
blacks. "Nothing like fresh hot stud cream to bring out the flavor of
fish," Dieter announced with some satisfaction to his guests. "There's
plenty more where that came from," Dieter smiled as he again massaged the
organs of his black slave boys. "Anyone else want a fresh load?"

     "Those black boys of yours aren't the only ones who can enhance a
dish," a Russian guest seated across the room commented as he stroked his
own slave, a handsome muscular Brazilian black with an astonishingly huge
organ, into a gigantic eruption onto his Russian master's plate. The
black's output actually steamed as the strands roped across his owner's
selection of prime rib.  As the Brazilian slave's series of eruptions
diminished, he gasped and steadied himself for balance. Since coming into
manhood, the black slave known as Santos had been used like this habitually
and really knew no other life.  From what the Brazilian slave could
observe, his life was no different than any of the other boys he had been
raised with. He was well aware masters saw few restrictions in the use of
their slaves, including using both males and females to fulfill their most
bizarre sexual fantasies. "Speaking animals," was the popular view of
slaves where he had been raised and he'd never been led to believe he was
anything but just that.

     "Look, it's still steaming!" the Russian master noted with
satisfaction as he swirled the first small piece of prime rib into the
steaming 'sauce' and popped the tender meat into his mouth.

     "Delicious," he exclaimed, "and the sauce keeps me young. As the old
saying goes, 'A cup a day keeps the doctor away.' Of course, I drink it
right from the source for breakfast and I always pick a virile young boy
for that honor - no older than 18 or 19 in my opinion to get the full
benefit! Two good slave boys can deliver a full cup every day between them
if you make that their only outlet. Makes their balls swell up over time,
but that only increases the output.  Sort of like a good milk cow," the
Russian laughed as he hefted the Brazilian's exceedingly large ball sack
for a full display to prove his point.

     "Dieter's waiters could flavor the food all by themselves, given the
chance," another guest laughed as he pointed to the slaves' huge penises
waving in the air as they hurried back and forth from the kitchen to the
dining room tables without a stitch of clothing to cover them.  "In fact,
some of them Dieter chose to serve as milk studs in the reception hall have
already proven their ability," the guest added as he again pointed to some
of Dieter's slaves who just a few minutes ago had stood passively by the
reception hall's wall while they milked themselves into the silver
container.

     "I had those who seasoned the wine and canapes marked with a small "X"
on their bellies so use the other waiters to flavor your food," Dieter said
with a smile.  "No use pumping a stud with empty balls," he added with a
laugh.

     Neither the slaves nor Dieter's guests were surprised the slaves were
serving the meal totally naked.  This wasn't uncommon anymore in that it
was becoming more and more fashionable to keep actual slaves totally naked
no matter what their role, the argument being it was a matter of
demonstrating a master's or mistress' total control over their properties,
reminding slaves of their status beyond the collar around their necks (or
on some well equipped males, their genitals), and, at least for the best
looking among them, erotically pleasing to their owners.

     Even those in the investment corps and collaterals, with all the
restrictions concerning their use, suspected that in the very near future
the form fitting coveralls common in the investment corps or the often
skimpy and somewhat revealing shorts utilized with collaterals would be
eliminated while working in public, judging from what was happening to
indentured servants of various types in other countries recently. Or they
would be reduced to working in little more than underwear designed to hide
nothing It was all part of a mania to differentiate free citizens from
those of non-free status, no matter how slight those differences might be
in reality.  Dress differences would clarify the matter once and for all
far better than just being fitted with a collar "of obligation.".

     But for actual slaves, almost all males were now kept naked at all
times, ringed, collared, and banded to their owner's whims.  Many of them
were also fitted, at least occasionally, with a deeply inserted butt plug
of some type which kept them perpetually hard and forced them to walk with
churning ass muscles.  Even some female slaves, generally those that were
real beauties with magnificent taunt tits, were now being displayed totally
naked in public.

     Each member of Dieter's 'harem' knew it was only a matter of time
until all of them were fitted with large bands around their manhood that
matched their thick collars.  Many of them had them welded around their
balls and prick already and certainly current fashion dictated all male
slaves be fitted with them, not just those with something spectacular to
show off. Only yesterday, they had heard their master discussing with the
house steward how much time and trouble it would be to outfit all of them
with butt plugs that had small handles attached so you could use them like
a dildo and if these types of butt plugs would depreciate the value of his
properties in any way if worn rather permanently.  The slaves were not
surprised that their master was concerned with harm to his property's value
by the intrusion in their butts, not whether the intrusion would be painful
or uncomfortable to the slave.  Such thoughts never entered the mind of a
master it seemed.

     "Help yourself to milking the waiters if you want," Dieter said
generously, "but you'll have plenty of chances later on to enjoy those
boys. My harem slaves are well trained to pleasure you and, I hope, prove
the equal to your own personal servants in that regard. But, while they're
serving, just touch, pinch, fondle and feel - we'll get into full use of
their handsome bodies later."

     "I'd like some of that one's cream sauce right now," a ruddy-faced
guest stated, pointing at one of Dieter' harem slaves, an exceedingly
handsome 19-year-old olive-skinned slave from Pakistan. "He doesn't have an
"X" on his belly, so his balls must be full."

     "Well, just don't stand there," Dieter snarled at his Pakistani slave,
"milk yourself for my guest - now!" he ordered.

     The Pakistani slave moved instantly to the guest requesting him as all
of Dieter' slaves had been trained to do when one of the master's guests
made a sexual demand. The gorgeous slave began stroking himself furiously,
aiming his huge prick at the guest's dinner plate.

      "Not on the plate, slave!" the guest ordered, "and go slower. I want
your stud cream in my wine glass."  With a smoother stroke, the young
Pakistani slave was able to practically fill the guest's wine glass with
his thick output, intended to enhance the flavor of the guest's prime
rib. The Pakistani slave promptly served the wine glass to the ruddy faced
guest, despite feeling somewhat light headed from draining his balls
completely.  Despite all his training, however, Dieters slave could not
hide his flushed face, red in humiliation at his forced milking in public.

     "How is it?" Dieter queried.

     "Quite tasty," the guest answered, sipping from the wine glass
directly and smacking his lips in appreciation.

     "Excellent!" Dieter replied and all of his harem boys breathed a
little easier, since it was Dieter's policy to severely whip and deprive
all of them of a day's feeding for the failure, perceived or otherwise, of
any one of them.  "Some say stud cream is always best when it is force
milked from a shy buck as that young slave obviously is, judging from that
blushing face of his.  But he's new to his slavery if I recall correctly -
a recent buy from a Pakistani merchant specializing in fresh captives of
the Taliban who are good about keeping the slave markets there well
stocked. But, getting back to the quality of stud cream, still others claim
there is a difference in the taste of slave cream as to whether the slave
was milked by others or he milked himself, but I have never noticed any
difference in the taste myself I must say. But age makes a difference in
the taste - that I know.  That's why I rarely drink the cream from any
slave much over 25 or so."

     "Before passing around my harem slaves for your enjoyment," Dieter
continued,"I'd like to see your own pleasure slaves in action."

     Another guest, an oil sheik from Saudi Arabia, addressed the Russian
merchant who had milked his handsome Brazilian slave right at the
table. "By the way, my friend, that black stud beside you I heard you call
Santos is a handsome lad and very well equipped. Where did you buy him,
Vladimir? At one of the many auctions down in Brazil?"

     "I didn't," Dieter's friend Vladimir answered with a smirk.

     "Ah, a gift," the sheik smiled, "and a very nice one at that."

     "No, not a gift," Vladimir replied, "nor was he even from any dealer
or one of Brazil's famous government auctions."

     "An inheritance then," the sheik retorted as the mystery continued.

     "No, although I've inherited some beauties from my late brother, may
he find his reward in Heaven. What a taste in slaves that one had,"
Vladimir said with enthusiasm, "and fortunately I've been able to put them
to proper use. My brother would be most pleased. Even you, Dieter, who buys
up the best the dealers have to offer, would be envious of some in that lot
- females as well as the exquisite males he seemed to prefer for his own
personal use."

     "I sure our mutual friend Dieter is always interested in buying up the
best available, Vladimir, but you'd try anyone's patience with your endless
dialogues. Where did you get the black Brazilian stud? And this time I want
a direct answer, you wily old Russian," the Saudi Arabian oil billionaire
chuckled.

     "He's from my farm," Vladimir answered.

     "Ah!  A farm, you say," the oil sheik said. "I thought you were in the
import/export business, not a farmer."

     "I am," Vladimir replied, "except for my farm. But I only farm one
crop," he added with a glint in his eye.

     "What crop?" the sheik asked, as he fondled the slave's genitals he
had brought with him with his right hand while pressing a finger from his
left hand up the slave's anal opening and then began vigorously pumping his
finger in and out of the slave's hole..

     "Slaves," Vladimir answered. "And I must say that's a most handsome
slave you had accompany you tonight. Where did you buy him?"

     "The Brazilian's obviously a slave," the sheik responded with some
irritation, "but what do you farm?  And my slave here is originally from
the southern regions of your own country - a Circassian that tend to bring
the top prices in my country's slave markets."

     "I thought he was a Circassian from his fine blond hair and blue eyes.
Circassians are bringing top prices even in the Moscow markets this days,"
Vladimir remarked.  "And no surprise with their creamy ivory hides and
long, thick organs that are usually hard. But, my dear sheik, again I
wander in my answer to your original question.  I farm slaves. That's my
only crop."

     "Vladimir, we all keep our female stock in foal," the sheik said. "It
only makes sense what with the demand for slaves these days, and most of us
select the studs to improve the stock while meeting that demand - my
Circassian slave here has been put to stud my female stock any number of
times for that very purpose.  All of my own personal male slaves routinely
serve stud for the 200 or so females I keeps in stock. But I'd not call
that a farm, although the 'crop' is new slaves, of course," the sheik
chuckled.  "It's always fun to see the studs in action," the sheik
continued. "If you ever visit my palace, Vladimir, I could arrange studding
of another batch of females while you're there if you'd be interested. We
give the brood slaves a month of so after birthing before breeding them
again, but generally there's a batch of broods ready anytime I and my
guests want to have a little show."

     "Of course all prudent slave owners breed when they can, Mohammed,"
Vladimir replied. "But I'm talking about a real farm operation that
produces close to 2,000 head a year.  Although the crop takes a long while
to reach market, and the start up costs are high what with the initial
costs of the 2,000 brood slaves, and it cost a fortune to feed 35,000 head
until they reach maturity, the profits on 2,000 marketed each year are
substantial despite the costs, especially since my market stock brings well
about average prices due to their highly select breeding and being trained
from birth on to be and do just about anything any new master can dream
up. The farm has garnered a most enviable reputation over the years in
producing totally compliant, good looking stock similar to the Brazilian
slave here."

     Dieter' merchant friend Vladimir was obviously delighted to explain
his hugely profitable farm and elaborated, "Dieter, I just signed an
exclusive sales contract with one of London's largest slave dealers who has
branches in Paris, Los Angeles, and New York.  They're so satisfied with
the high quality standards I've set up in who serves stud and brood, they
wanted the entire output each year. They offered a price I couldn't
refuse. I've closed my own auction house and all marketing operations. I
can't compete with London dealer networks on that score anyway."

     "And my friend, Mohammed," Vladimir continued, "if you ever seriously
got into breeding those prized Circassian slaves so popular in your country
- for good reason, I might add - you'd make so much money after just one
generation of breeding them, your oil revenue would be like pocket money."

     "An excellent suggestion," Mohammed replied seriously.  "The oil won't
last forever, but slave markets will.  And Circassians selectively bred
toward their best traits would bring huge prices in even the most obscure
Arabian markets.  Everyone wants a Circassian slave it seems.  I don't know
if it's their blond hair, their blue eyes, their huge organs, their ivory
skin, or the ready, almost joyous, acceptance of being owned. A Circassian
stud like this boy I'm finger fucking cost about $150,000 at current
prices.  A Circassian wench that is of breeding age cost about $100,000.  A
quarter of a million just to have one good breeding pair!"

     Vladimir leaned back in his chair, slipped off his expensive flannel
slacks and satin underwear, spread his legs wide so his huge erect prick
sprung upward, and signaled for his Brazilian slave to mount him face
forward. The black slave quickly placed one leg over his master, spread his
ass wide, and, grabbing his master's rampantly erect prick, positioned it
at his open hole and slid downward until he was totally impaled. As his ass
chute was stretched by his master's massive equipment, the strain showed on
the black slave's face. His eyes were glazed, the veins stood out on his
forehead, and his mouth gasped for air as he slowly adjusted, as he had
numerous times before, to the pain of the forced invasion. Past experience
had taught him the pain was only temporary and he knew his body would once
again accept being fucked by his master's huge phallus.  In fact, before
his master was through with him, he knew his body, like most of the other
male slaves he knew, would interpret the stimulation as so erotically
pleasurable that he would actually welcome being used anally despite the
deep feelings of humiliation, exploitation, and shame he had felt when he
had first been raped as a mere possession. As his master played with his
prominent tits, the slave began to rhythmically raise and lower his ass
using the convenient arms of the chair, squeezing his ass muscles tightly
each time his master's shaft was fully encased in his anal chute for a
"pumping" action he'd been taught in the careful training each of
Vladimir's slaves received during their formative years before the first
sale.

     "Um," Vladimir moaned as he leaned back in the chair as the black's
ass worked his prick. Within minutes, Vladimir audibly gasped, arched his
back as the black slave pressed his ass down as far as he could and
clenched his ass muscles as he held himself totally still as his master
shot a heavy load deep within him. After catching his breath, Vladimir
jerked on the black's nipples to let him know he should dismount and
mouth-wash his master's prick clean - the standard routine for any slave
who has serviced his master to orgasm.  The sweating slave-boy lifted
himself gently off the still erect penis until he heard the soft plop as
the prick left his master's sphincter, climbed off his master's body, and
quickly swallowed his master's prick to its root before proceeding to
thoroughly scrub the organ with his tongue and then swallowing the remnants
of his master's cum along with his saliva before disengaging.

     "Thank you, Master," the black slave said humbly, as he again resumed
a "display" position beside his master: legs spread wide, erect posture,
and hands gripping the back of his head with his banded genitals thrust
forward. A small stream of white cum was seeping out of his asshole and
down the insides of his thighs.

     Mohammed laughed as his friend Vladimir caught his breath and scooted
back up in his chair, leaving his pants and underwear on the floor beside
him. "As you were telling us before dallying with your black slave,
bringing a crop of 2,000 slaves a year to market does qualify the operation
as a farm, I suppose."

     "Slaves are a crop like any other livestock, Mohammed," the Russian
merchant stated emphatically, "although it's a lot more profitable in
today's market, especially in you can interest some big large dealers with
international outlets in your product.  And you can certainly improve the
breed in the process if you've half a wit to you. "

     "Most responsible breeders have paid a lot of attention to that,
Dieter, as you well know, being a breeder yourself," Vladimir continued.

     "I'm sure you select your broods with that in mine, but you must have
to keep quite a few studs on hand to keep the broods productive," Mohammed
mused, obviously considering the possibilities of the profitable
enterprise.  .
     "Only ten," Vladimir answered, "but they're kept busy to earn their
keep."

     "Ten?" Mohammed exclaimed. "For 2,000 brood slaves? They'd have to do
nothing else but service the women day and night to keep all 2,000
pregnant."

     "They don't do anything else," Vladimir said without emotion. "Why
should they? We bought them as studs, and that's what we expect them to
do. And yes, they are kept at their duties day and night - that's what
studs are for, isn't it? Actually, Mohammed, the studs do nothing but
exercise rigorously twice a day to keep their magnificent physiques and
good health, and service the broods the rest of the time. Every morning
they fuck a new brood slave whose in the fourth day following her ovulation
so we know she's most receptive to his seed.  Two hours later he fucks
another brood in the same condition and two hours later still another. In
late afternoon, he repeats the procedure with three more receptive
broods. Each of the six are tested the next morning to see if they were
impregnated and, if not, they're put under him once again. Most of the
broods are impregnated after three of four sessions at the most - a lot of
them catch the first time under the stud. The stud empties himself six
times a day, spaced apart so he has plenty of time to fully recover each
time, of course. But every seventh day, we just exercise him extensively
for two days where he isn't allowed to discharge at all. We find this
periodic "recharge" period fully restores his sexual drive, keeps him in
good spirits, and gives his equipment a chance to recover from any abrasion
damage from all the usage that might have incurred. It's during this
'recharge' period that the overseers and staff are allowed to play around
with the boys if they want - they can poke them all they like as long as
they don't allow the studs to discharge - and of course, we encourage staff
to use the studs for oral servicing. Swallowing all the staff's cum simply
helps them recharge all the faster and makes a tasty snack for them.  At
any rate, they always seem eager to get back to their studding duties after
the break. Maybe they just like fucking better than being fucked," Vladimir
laughed. "That's how it works with the Brazilian blacks I specialize in. I
can't imagine it would be too much different with those Circassian blonds,
Mohammed.  They're hung as well as the Brazilian blacks and, from what I've
heard about Circassian slaves, they're just as horny as any black slave
ever was if they're handled right."

     "My own Circassian boys have never had any trouble fulfilling the
sexual demands I and my guests have placed on them," Mohammed said in
confirmation. "In fact, I can't recall any one of them ever having trouble
getting it up and keeping it up when appropriate, or even when it wasn't so
appropriate," he added with a twinkle in his eye.

     "With our careful monitoring of the brood's ovulation, it only takes
about 6,000 mating sessions to get 2,000 solid pregnancies a year,"
Vladimir continued. "That means each stud only has to mate about 600 times
a year. We're going to sell off three of our studs that have been at this
for a few years - they're 23 years old now - and reduce the stable to seven
- that's all we'll need even if the fertility rate of the broods took a
nosedive. You could buy any of the three from me if you're interested,
Dieter, since I know you prefer your slaves with some color to them.
There's tons of great slave seed in those stud's for years to come. My farm
had just begun to tap their resources and, Dieter, your own breeding
operations may need some new seed introduced to freshen the output."

     "Well, I've got 23 studs on hand waiting table for us right now in
this very room," Dieter said as he pointed to all of the waiters in the
room, "so thanks, but no thanks at this point in time.  And Mohammed
doesn't want black blood darkening those blue-eyed blonds the Arabs like so
well."

     "These slaveboys of yours could easily handle 1800 forced matings a
year and still wait your table anytime you damned pleased and have time
left over to pleasure you and your dinner guests," Vladimir said. "Wouldn't
hurt them a bit and they'll last for years at it. You're not getting your
money's worth out of them just servicing you and your guests.  Get serious
and start utilizing their true potential - set up a breeding operation
right here on the grounds.  All it would cost you would be the costs of
several thousand broods to be kept in almost continuous pregnancy. The
studs won't cost you a penny extra!  Why don't you buy white brood slaves
and start marketing a new line of high quality mulattos, Dieter, equal to
your own line of black Namibians?"

     Another of Dieter' guests, a Croatian merchant in his mid-twenties who
had already made hundreds of millions in highly profitable grain contracts
with Russia, reached out and grabbed one of the waiter's pricks as the
slave was passing by him. The fantastically handsome Senegalese slave froze
in position as the Croatian merchant stroked him to a full erection, the
brown slave blushing furiously in the process.

     "I think Vladimir's got a point," Mr. Boris Zychinsky, the Croatian
businessman said.  "This stud slave looks like he's up to at least 600 full
matings a year without damaging his entertainment potential."

     Abruptly, Mr. Zychinsky released the Senegalese slave's organ and
slapped him smartly on his rump. "Back to waiting tables, boy - all that
usage will come later," and he laughed as he reached for his own personal
slave, a spectacular blonde with close cropped hair, smooth hairless skin
beautifully tanned evenly over his naked body, a handsome face
characterized by high cheekbones, green eyes highlighted by thick black
eyebrows and long thick eyelashes, a straight Grecian nose, and a prominent
protruding jaw line that gave a virile hue to his otherwise feminine
face. The slave's physique was perfect: highly muscular without being
puffy, huge pectorals, a wash-boarded stomach, a perfectly rounded ass that
resembled two bubbles resting on solid muscle, and a long, exceptionally
thick prick cut to show a perfect pink head and spongy enough to appear
totally smooth and veinless.

     "On your knees, Chronis, and give me some mouth service,"
Mr. Zychinsky said sharply as he reached up and stroked his blonde slave's
cheek.

     "Yes, master," the blond slave said with enthusiasm as he quickly sunk
to both knees and swallowed his master's shaft to its root. Instantly, the
slave's cheeks hollowed as he suctioned his master and it was easy to see
his tongue was furiously churning around his master's organ to offer a
thorough massage. His young owner Mr. Zychinskey responded by placing both
hands on his slave's tits and began squeezing them between his fingers
until they were rock hard and swollen in his hands. The slave issued a
muted groan as his tits were pinched and massaged by his master but
continued with his duties unabated. Within minutes, he had accomplished
this task and the slave's throat clearly outlined his master's prick and
the slave's throat muscles diverting the gag reflex into a massaging
sensation for his master while his inflamed tits responded to his master's
rough massage by swelling to double their normal size. Mr. Zychinskey's
face flushed beet red as the outline in his slave's throat grew even larger
and his slave Chronis' throat muscles struggled to swallow all of his
master's cum now racing down the boy's throat into his stomach.

     "The boy's got an excellent mouth," Mr. Zychinskey gasped as he
continued to discharge down his slave's throat. " The dealer who sold him
to me runs a 'boutique' in Athens specializing in fresh young Greek blonds
from their northern provinces where, as you probably know, is where the
real beauties are harvested.  Since he was only 17 or so when I bought him,
you can see where extensive training has been necessary, but," he sighed,
"it seems to have paid off. He takes a fuck even better," he chuckled with
considerable satisfaction. "At any rate, you'll all get a chance to see
what I'm talking about before the evenings out, I hope."

     "Make sure you do, Boris," Anthony Symthe-Jones, an English banker of
international repute, commented, another of Dieter' guests that evening. "I
particularly like bedding the descendants of those handsome Greek gods,
especially one as pretty and well built as that boy. I'll be glad to trade
you the use of my secretary Benito here in return for a go at Chronis,
Boris," Anthony Smythe-Jones said as he reached up and tweaked the tits of
the slave boy Benito who was riding him, his butthole fully impaled on his
master's cock as he rapidly rose up and down on his master, his leg muscles
sharply outlined under the strain, and with sweat exuding from his body
from the continual exertion. The 'secretary' named Benito moaned from the
tit-play and increased his pumping motions on his master's shaft. His
muscular physique glowed from all the sweat in the soft lights of the
dining hall. Although his huge prick was fully rampant swinging back and
forth as he rose up and down on his master, one's attention was drawn to
his face: features that looked like they were chiseled in place,
highlighted by bright green eyes sunk deep into their sockets and thick,
well trimmed jet black hair on his head, neatly outlining his prominent jaw
line.

     "I'll certainly trade you boys anytime you want," Boris Zychinskey
said as he withdrew from his slave Chronis' mouth and watched with
satisfaction as his slave cleaned the last drop's of his eruption off his
now flaccid penis without prompting. "Those green eyes certainly go well
with that black hair," the young Croatian merchant commented, "and his
musculature is impressive. He looks like he's enjoying his ride on your
pole. Had him long, Anthony?"

     "Only a few weeks, Boris," the English banker replied. "Found him at a
small dealership in Italy last month while I was vacationing there.  Part
of an estate sale: his last master died and none of the heirs wanted him,
although I can't believe they actually saw him before that decision was
made. When the dealer told me he'd originally been sold in some backwater
province due to a default on some big loans, and eventually sold to a rich
Italian olive oil wholesaler to add to his own stable of boys, I thought he
would be well-trained and experienced in the uses a slave with his beauty
would be put to."

     " I was right," the Englishman continued, " but his Italian master up
and died on him!  I got a great buy on him because the lawyer handling his
estate in Naples was anxious to get rid of him and the other slave boys in
that stable - he wasn't used to trading in pleasure boys and didn't know
their real worth. Actually, the whole idea of selling slaves was new to him
and made him extremely nervous, although he was well aware that his client
always seemed to have plenty of them on hand. But he didn't have a clue as
to where they came from. He sold the bunch of them to this small dealer at
bargain basement prices where I got him at a most reasonable price.  Only
thing I've noticed about him that might be unusual - there's some obvious
resentment in performing his duties no matter how hard he tries to hide it
but he always does just what you want - but I suspect he'd much rather be
bedding down a wench than getting a big one shoved up his ass or down his
throat as often as he does," Mr. Symthe- Jones laughed as the slave once
again vigorously shoved his ass down to the base of his owner's shaft with
a low grunt.

     "Doesn't make any difference what he'd rather be doing as long as he
performs his duties to your satisfaction," the young Croatian merchant
commented. "Slaves are smart enough to know what they want doesn't matter
now that they're slaves - it's what their masters' wants that
matter. Besides," Mr. Zychinskey mused, "someday he may be owned by a
mistress who'll appreciate his natural yearnings. A lot of rich
sophisticated matrons these days are discretely stocking their own little
harems with handsome male slaves. I visited a middle aged widow of
considerable means last week in Rome and in the privacy of her villa, she
proudly paraded before me four naked stud slaves, all collared, leashed and
well oiled, and trained to display themselves as if they were up for
auction the minute she stopped parading them around. She invited me to
examine the slaves while she chatted away how good they were in servicing
her. One of the slaves looked sort of embarrassed and blushed deeply,
especially when I examined his sex organs, but another one seemed
devastated by his plight and started crying when I looked him over. The
other two, one of whom, incidentally, looked liked a clone of your slave
Benito here, looked downright proud their mistress had wanted to display
them."

     "Well, at least two of them seemed to be adjusting without difficulty
to their new life," Dieter joined the conversation.

     "Yes, Dieter, I don't know if they felt themselves extremely lucky to
have been purchased by a woman as pleasure slaves because that fulfilled
one of their fantasies anyway; or if they were just well-trained slaves who
were proud to be chosen as sexual playthings by male or female owners; or
if they liked their bodies to be admired and appreciated and gender didn't
matter; or if they were just basically whores," Boris Zychinskey laughed.

     "My point is," the Croatian guest continued, "I've found most boys
adjust to whatever their owners, male or female, want without too much
trouble, so I suspect there's a lot of whore in every slave - at least the
good looking ones . And I suppose slaves who are very well endowed feel
it's their natural destiny. That lady's slaves certainly were endowed, all
right," and he placed his hands apart about 1o inches to demonstrate what
he was talking about.  "She'd obviously picked them for a purpose," he
added with a lewd wink.

     Anthony Symthe-Jones shuddered as he ejaculated deep into his slave
Benito's ass.  "Then why are some of them resentful of being used?" he
asked. "This boy here, for example, took months to be trained to his usage,
I understand, and still you sometimes get a little look or frown of
disapproval when you start to use him and he's briefly forgotten what he
is. But a little cuff serves as a quick reminder and he's fully
cooperative. Personally, I sort of enjoy it when I know a boy resents what
I'm doing to him and there's not a thing in this world he can do about
it. Of course, you don't get that with all boys put to servicing their
masters - some of them are just naturally inclined that way it seems."

     "Relatively few, probably," Boris Zychinskey responded as he again
studied the English banker's Italian slave, now wet and shiny from his
exertions in fucking himself on his master's pole. "Except for those born
into it, of course. Most of the young stock, when first pressed into
slavery, are fairly inexperienced sexually and what little experience
they've had was often just with girls. At first, they associate man-to-man
sex with their slavery and resent it along with ownership of their
body. But after a while, they learn to like the pleasures inherent in the
use of their body and the resentment is about being a slave, not the sex
they are engaged in. I'm sure, Anthony, you've noticed a big change in the
attitudes of your own slave boys, not just Benito here, since they were
first fucked and how they view the demands on their bodies now."

     "Indeed I do," Anthony Symthe-Jones concurred. "Most of the slaves
learn to like it, despite themselves," he laughed as he reached over and
began stroking the Italian slave's erect shaft with one hand while
massaging his ball sack with the other. "Why is it only civilized folks
acknowledge the bisexuality inherent in every human? Can't all those
uptight bigots who condemn anything but procreative sex understand such a
simple truth about human nature, or do they all need to be made slaves
before they can reveal their true nature?"

     The English banker's slave Benito shuddered as his organs were again
being manipulated. He knew his big challenge now was to not erupt until his
master wanted him to and he channeled his thoughts on restraining any
orgasm building within him.

     Course after course was served as the guests continued to fondle
Dieter's harem slaves now serving as waiters, fuck their own slave boys, or
simply play with the their slave's available bodies. The conversation was
punctuated with the owner's outcries as they ejaculated, the slave's muted
moans, gasps, and gurgles as they were used one way or another, and the
sound of flesh on flesh as the slave boys were sporadically fucked. The
delicacies served were savored by the guests (certainly not the slaves),
but no one overindulged in that they wanted to save themselves for use of
Dieter's waiters as well as some of the other guest's slave boys before the
night was over.

     As the last course was cleared away, Dieter clapped his hands as the
signal for his waiters to go to an assigned guests and assume the
"position:" hands in back of their heads, feet wide spread, pelvis thrust
forward, and all muscles tensed. Due to all the fondling they had received
during their serving of the meal and in anticipation of their upcoming
usage, all of Dieter's waiters were rock hard as they assumed the commanded
position beside each guest's chair.

     "If you don't like the one I've assigned you, you can trade around,"
Dieter laughed, "although they've all been carefully selected to be part of
my harem.  Still, you might like a different color or different facial
features and their balls do hang a little differently.  I realize a
disproportionate number of my harem are blacks in line with my own
preferences.  But, if you don't like colored hides, all of my slaves lined
up by the wall there who provided us so generously with the output of their
balls are available for you use as well and a good number of them are light
skinned.  They've had plenty of time to recover from their milking by now,
and, if not, their two well-trained holes are fresh and waiting for your
use."

     Two of Dieter's guests wanted pure blacks and two didn't care while
another wanted a blonde, whilst still another wanted a black-haired white
slave. Eight of the 23 waiters were shuffled back and forth until all the
guests were happy with the assignment. During the shuffle, the black-haired
pleasure slave of one guest was sent to the Croatian merchant while his
slave, the muscled blonde, was sent back in the barter. Vladimir's black
stud was loaned to a Greek shipbuilder in exchange for his slave boy, a
handsome Turk from around the Black Sea just entering manhood with a
beautifully sculpted butt. Dieter' pair of jet-blacks slaves he had been
playing with during the meal were sent to the couch of a another guest from
Spain in exchange for the Spaniard's slave boy, a well-trained Egyptian
with golden skin, huge black eyes, high cheek bones, a beautifully sculpted
body, and phenomenally large equipment.

     "Everybody happy?" Dieter asked as he reached over and fondled the
Egyptian slave's equipment. Looking around and seeing all his guests were
already fondling his own waiters assigned to them as well as the 'pleasure'
slaves the guests had brought with them, he announced, "Then let's get down
to some serious entertainment."

     One of the waiters, a handsome dark brown boy from Dieter's Namibian
breeding farm, ended up with the Greek master who had traded for Vladimir's
Brazilian stud. That was because, to enhance his own sexual pleasure, the
Greek master had allowed the Brazilian slave to select which of the waiters
he would most like to get it on with, and after inspecting most of Dieter's
staff of waiters that night, the Brazilian chose the hugely equipped brown
waiter.  Already the Greek master was stroking the Brazilian slave's huge
erect penis with one hand and massaging the brown Namibian slave's ball
sack with the other as both slaves stood in the prescribed display position
with their legs spread wide apart and their pelvises thrust out for the
master's convenience in handling them.  As both slaves begin to respond,
the Greek guest ordered the Brazilian slave under him with his stomach on
the dining table and his butt thrust out for fucking while the brown
Namibian waiter was told to kneel and position himself to suck the new
master off until he was ready to fuck the Brazilian stud. As the Brazilian
slave let his legs drop off the table so his butt was in the best position
to be fucked, the Greek master rammed his prick into the waiter's open
mouth and the brown slave swallowed it in a single gulp. As the bred slave
had been trained, he begin to massage the swallowed prick with his tongue
and suctioned his user until his cheeks hollowed as he pursed his lips and
slowly went up and down the Greek master's shaft.

     "Um," the Greek shipbuilder said, "you're well trained, I see," as he
thrust deeper down the throat of Dieter' brown waiter. Within minutes the
slave felt the Greek master swell to full erection and his user's
involuntary thrusting, along with a throbbing penis, indicated he was about
to shoot.

     "Enough, slave," the Greek ship builder yelled as he withdraw abruptly
from the waiter's clenching throat. "You're going to ruin my fucking of the
black."

     Without further comment, Dieter's Greek guest drove his shaft deep
into the black's ass and began pumping the ass as the black moaned in total
compliance, remembering to tighten his rectal muscles around the invading
shaft as he did so. "You respond well to the fucking," the Greek said as he
steadily increased pumping into the Brazilian slave's chute.

     "Thank you, master," the black moaned as the Greek's shaft penetrated
even deeper into him.

     "It's obvious your Russian owner has trained you well," the Greek said
between his heavy breathing.

     "Yes, Master.... but I was well trained......before my........ Russian
owner brought me.....  off his slave farm," the black grunted between
gasps. "All we farm slaves.... were taught....how to pleasure.... in
preparation.... for our eventual sale," he interjected between gasps as the
Greek pumped into him over and over.

     "As well you should have been," the Greek said, breathing heavily in
his efforts. "That's what slave boys are for, if they're even halfway
decent looking."

     "Yes, Master," the black moaned as the Greek plunged all the way in
and held it, shuddering as he ejaculated fully into the black's stretched
hole. After six successive emissions, the Greek slowly withdrew.

     "Thank you, Master," the Brazilian slave gasped as he began to
position himself to clean the Greek's shaft.

     "Never mind," the Greek snapped with a slap across the black's
butt. "Dieter's slave boy already on his knees can clean me," motioning
with his hand for Dieter's brown waiter to again swallow his prick and
clean him, now sticky with his cum mixed with the Brazilian slave's ass
lubricant of K-Y jelly. "You sit up now so I can play with your tits," he
ordered the Brazilian slave with another sharp slap across his butt.

     "Yes, Master," the black said as the brown Namibian waiter again
swallowed the Greek's prick and scrubbed his shaft with his tongue and a
fresh load of saliva. When the waiter knew the Greek master's prick was
pristine, he swallowed the remnants with one gulp and then blew on him
gently to help him dry.

     "You been fucked today?" the Greek ship builder asked Dieter's brown
waiter while stroking the slave's cheek.

     "No, Master," the brown Namibian slave answered.

     "Good, you're long overdue. But I'm not up to it right at this moment,
so we'll let the Brazilian stud here fuck you for my amusement," the Greek
master said languidly.

     "Lie over the table here," the Greek master said as he pushed some
dishes to the side, "and you," he said pointing to the Brazilian black,"
get into that boy's ass fast and pump him hard," pinching the black's erect
tits hard as he spoke.

     The Brazilian stud shuddered from the tit pinching but knew better
than to withdraw.  "Yes, Master," he said as he positioned himself behind
the beautiful brown waiter, his swollen prick aimed squarely at the slave's
now open hole.

     "Ugh, ugh," the brown waiter moaned loudly as the Brazilian stud
thrust in all the way without hesitation or allowing the slave beneath him
any time to adjust to the invasion.  Immediately, the black Brazilian began
to thrust rapidly in and out of the other slave's hole, taking his shaft
almost out of the brown slave's chute each time before thrusting back in so
far the brown slave could feel where the Brazilian's public hair had been
shaved clean.

     "Twist it some when you're all the way in, black boy," the Greek
ordered. "I want to hear him groan."

     "Yes, Master," the Brazilian slave answered and upon the next deep
thrust he swivelled around with his massive tool all the way up the brown
waiter's chute, until Dieter's brown waiter did indeed issue muted screams
as he was opened up and stretched greater than he could ever remember.

     "There, that's better," the Greek ship builder commented. "He's
feeling the fucking now.  Most of Dieter' slaves are so used, it takes a
lot to get a decent reaction out of them. But this boy will thank me as
soon as he gets his breath. I'm sure he hasn't been fucked this thoroughly
in quite a spell."

     The brown waiter got the hint despite his pain of the moment and
promptly said, "Thank you, Master," between his clenched lips.

     "See there?" the Greek exclaimed. "Nothing like a good fuck to make
some of these slaves appreciative. Pump harder, black boy, and continue to
screw the slave in circular motions every time you're all the way
in....There, that's right... no, get it all in there..... now, twist around
more so he really feels it...... now twist the other way.... no,
no..... keep it in all the way... now plunge in and out rapidly but twist
each time you're all the way in..... and don't you shoot on me...... you
can't shoot without permission..... and I want to see you screwing this
slave for a long while, you hear me, black boy?"

     "Yes, Master. I'll screw this slave as long as you want, Master, if I
can keep from juicing," the Brazilian slave said as his face clearly
reflected the strain he felt from avoiding a debilitating discharge. Sweat
was beginning to ooze out of every pore on his body as the need to
discharge grew stronger and stronger, but his rapid pumping never
slackened.

     "Master, Master," the black pleaded, "I'm not sure I can hold it much
longer."

     "Don't you shoot until I tell you to, slave boy," the Greek master
said with an amused look on his face. "I want this boy fucked properly. Get
that shaft all the way in each stroke, you hear?"

     "Yes, Master," the Brazilian gasped as the sex sweat literally flew
off his body. The brown slave beneath him moaned deeply as the black
continued to plummet him, stimulating the part deep within the Namibian
slave that mysteriously caused erections even when being tortured like
this. The Namibian's arousal was evident from a huge wet puddle forming
under him on the banquet table.

     "Master," the brown waiter screamed as every vein in his face stood
out in his arousal.  "I'm going ....... to ...... shoot," and with that,
the Namibian slave broke into a gasp and discharged cups of heavy cream
between the table and his assaulted body driven into the table with each of
the black's thrusts. His thick ejaculate oozed out from beneath his body
and spread rapidly across the smooth-topped table.

     "Oh, very well," the Greek said disappointedly, "although I'm
surprised one of Dieter's slaves is so poorly trained. You, black boy, can
go ahead and shoot if you want. Dieter's slave has ruined it for us."

     "Ah, ah, ah. ahhh," screamed the Brazilian as he felt his prick swell
to even greater circumference within the slave beneath him before
discharging load after load deep into the slave's ass. "Thank you, Master,"
the Brazilian choked out even as he continued to pump into the slave
beneath him. "I didn't think...... I could hold it..... much longer,
Master," he gasped as his orgasm shuddered to an end.

     "It seems you home bred slaves from Brazil are well trained," the
Greek master responded. "At least, you could hold it longer than Dieter's
boy here," he said with some disdain as he ran his hands through the
waiter's sweat soaked hair.

     "I suspect Dieter is too easy on his slaves, but nothing that a sound
beating with the slave whips couldn't cure, I'd wager," the Greek master
muttered under his breath to the Brazilian stud.  "I would guess our host
Dieter Goering is more concerned with how his slaves look serving dinner
than how well they perform in bed."

     "Yes, master," was all the Brazilian stud thought would be appropriate
as a reply, not eager to criticize a fellow slave.

     The Greek master jerked on the brown waiter's hair saying, "You're a
mighty lucky boy to be owned by such a lenient master, but I doubt if your
next owner will be quite as lax," and he again jerked the waiter's' hair so
hard the slave thought it would come out in the Greek master's hand.

     "Now both you boys flush yourselves out and wash up thoroughly. You're
leaking cum all down your legs and beginning to stink with all that sex
sweat. When you've freshened up, you get your pretty little asses right
back here."

     "Yes, master," both slaves said at once as they hastened to get back
into the slave's bath areas to do his bidding.

     Three other slaves were in the baths flushing themselves out when they
arrived. One of them had cum all over his face and his hair was matted with
the stuff. Another looked a little worn, but was still playful. The third
had some nasty tooth marks on his left shoulder and a slightly bleeding
ass, a souvenir of his last fucking, he informed the two new arrivals.

     "You waiters are getting as much attention as we pleasure slaves," one
of them exclaimed as he recognized the newly arrived brown boy as one of
Dieter Goering's slaves.  "It'll be a long evening," he snickered, "but we
pleasure boys are used to it."

     "So are we," Dieter's brown waiter countered. "At least once a week
we're called upon to entertain the master's guests and our master uses us
whenever he likes in between. The difference is we do some real work -most
of the manor's cleaning and all the laundry, so we do a lot more around the
place than just get fucked."

     "Don't get snotty with me, slaveboy.  Work's work, boy, and slaves
don't decide what work they're going to do. Just because you have to clean
the house and do the laundry between pleasuring your master and his guests
doesn't make you any better than any of us.  No slave chooses his work,
whether it's plowing a field or waiting tables or herding sheep or working
on an assembly line or warming his master's bed or getting milked for a
canape topping. You of all people, being called upon to pleasure any of
your master's guests, should realize that. I imagine you get fucked just
about as heavy as we do if you averaged it out over a period of time," the
slave said as he completed his body cleansing.

     "It was stupid of me to say that," the brown waiter
apologized. "You're right: work's work and slaves just do what they're
told. There's really not much difference between having a master ride your
butt and scrubbing the master's floors. One gives you a sore butt, the
other leaves every muscle in your body aching; so what's the difference?
You're being fucked either way," the brown slave laughed.

     "Honest work? What's that?" another of the guests' pleasure slaves
said as he again bent over to give himself another douche from a convenient
hose built into the slaves' shower wall.  "Some of the positions I have to
get into to please my masters is pretty heavy work if you ask me, and
clenching those ass and throat muscles when we're being fucked turns into
real work if you're doing it right," he snorted as once again his bowels
were filled with the warm water.

     Before long, the five slaves were cleansed properly and dutifully
returned to their appointed stations in the dining hall. As they entered,
Dieter and the guests once again exchanged their personal slaves, and the
waiters were assigned to new guests so that the guests could enjoy all the
evening had to offer. And enjoying it they were! Three of the waiters had
mounted their assigned guests (who were casually lying prone on their backs
on the dining room table) and were frantically pumping their asses up and
down over the guest's rampant shafts, while three more were being plowed in
a more conventional doggy-style position, their bent arms and legs tense
from the added load of the person "riding" them.  Meanwhile the personal
slaves were busy sucking a new guest, or flat on their back with their legs
over their shoulders as a new guest tried out their ass, or sometimes
sucking or fucking each other for a guest's amusement.

     The five slaves returning fresh from the baths were immediately
commanded by the house steward into a series of different acts similar to
the other slaves and their grunts, moans, and muted groans soon mixed with
the panting, sharp cries, and screams of delight as the smell of sweat, K-Y
ointment, and hot cum filled the room.

     One of the waiters, a striking boy from Sicily, had ended up with his
own master, Dieter, who was once again plowing him with his large organ as
the Sicilian harem slave lay passively atop the dining table on his broad
back, his long muscular legs positioned behind his muscular shoulders and
splayed wide apart. The slave had lost count of how many times he'd been
used since the evening began, but he knew it was at least the ninth time
his ass had been subjected to a thorough reaming, whether by one of his
master's guests or by another slave commanded to do so. His ass ached by
this time and his chute, despite the heavy greasing it had received, burned
as his master's shaft continued to plummet him until he thought he would
split in half. At least all the cum inside him served as additional lube
and made the fucking somewhat more bearable despite the slave's fatigue.

     As Dieter stared into his slave's eyes, his hands busy massaging the
slave's already sore tits, the Sicilian harem boy (temporarily a waiter)
realized his jaws ached as much as his ass. Twelve times he'd swallowed
cock tonight and each time he had been rewarded with a full load of hot
sperm sliding down his throat and into his stomach. His tits had been
twisted, pinched, massaged, and kneaded by every person he'd sucked as well
as every person who'd fucked him, and by this time were so sensitized they
felt as if they'd been freshly branded with hot coals. The slave knew from
past evenings they would be swollen to double their normal size for three
days or longer as a result of all the attention they'd received at his
master's party.

     "Ah, Ah, AAAAH," Dieter screamed as he plunged into his harem slave as
far as he could go, arched his back, and squeezed the slave's tits until
the slave too screamed, but in agony, not ecstasy like his owner. The
Sicilian slave felt his master's prick pulsate in his anal tract as the
series of emissions began, filling the slave's ass to the point where cum
was oozing out around all sides of the impaled prick. When emptied, Dieter
jerked his prick out with a loud plop and ordered his slave to promptly
cleanse his tool with his mouth which his harem slave did without
hesitation.

     "Um, " Dieter moaned as he grabbed the handsome slave's head from
behind and pressed the property's mouth further around his rapidly
deflating shaft as the beautiful slave licked and slurped any remnants of
the fucking from his master's tool and then swallowed.

     As Dieter looked around the room, all of his guests were either asleep
or totally satiated, just staring into space as they sipped a little wine -
almost like they were in a coma.  Some were on top of the table with their
latest amusement, some were now on the floor with a slaveboy, and some had
simply slumped back in their dining room chairs with their assigned slave
still on the table or on the floor in total exhaustion.  Like Dieter, none
of the guests seemed to even have the strength to fondle the slave boys,
neither the slave they had brought with them, a borrowed personal slave of
another guests, or even of Dieter's own waiters, all of them still totally
available at some spot in the dining room.

     But all those slaves were now covered in sweat, their hair matted to
the sides of their face, utterly exhausted, and with stale cum dribbling
down their chins and across their chests, more cum running down their legs
from a reddened quivering asshole, their tits bright red, swollen, and
sometimes bleeding, and their now flaccid pricks chafed, bruised, and even
slightly bleeding from all the stroking, squeezes, and hand pumping they
had endured over the evening.

     "A great dinner party," Dieter said to himself with some
satisfaction. Clapping his hands sharply he ordered, "All of my property to
the baths immediately - you have a house to clean at the crack of dawn and
we want your bodies fresh and ready for your chores. And you other slaves
of my guests join them in the baths and then return to your masters
sparkling clean inside and out so you can assist them when they awake."
With that, Dieter slumped back in his dining room and went sound asleep
along with all his guests.

     As ordered, all the slaves douched themselves properly, bathed until
sparkling clean, and once again shaved their bodies. Only when that was
finished were Dieter' harem slaves again chained by their neck collars to
the rings by their bunks in the slave quarters and allowed to sleep on the
clean blanket laid out on each bunk. Within hours, Dieter' handsome harem
slaves (waiters) would again find themselves scrubbing the floors, picking
up the dirty dishes, and doing all the other chores that made the household
run so smoothly. But it would probably be less than a week before they'd be
called to entertain again and by then, as much past experience had taught
them, they'd be completely restored and ready for action. In the interim,
perhaps within hours, any one of them could be called to their master's
bedroom to satisfy his sexual needs any way he wanted, exactly as they had
been trained to expect.

     Of course, one of Dieter' guests could have taken a fancy to any one
of them. If so, that slave might find himself being offered as a temporary
loan, an outright gift, or, if Dieter was a little less generous with his
property, being put out for rent or permanently sold. The Goerings,
especially Dieter, were notorious for giving slaves as gifts to their
friends or business associates or casually loaning them out if guests
expressed interest in them. The Goerings often used slaves as bribes in
closing a deal, especially where bribes were a common expectation in doing
business as in most of the Middle East and a good part of Asia.
Consequently, any of the harem slaves could be given away at any time,
never to be seen again in most cases.  That's why Dieter was constantly
having his agents renew the ranks of his harem, but he didn't mind - it was
also a way of constantly adding variety, fresh stock, and maybe a novelty
or so along the way.  Just recently one of the agents had shipped a
blue-eyed blond American football player as the newest member of his harem.
Dieter usually liked them black, but this blond was something else again,
he had to admit. Not only was he phenomenally equipped sexually, but he
also was about as good looking as a man could be with deep-set eyes, high
creek bones, and a devilish twinkle in his eye that just made you want to
fuck him right on the spot.  The best part was the American loved being
fucked and put everything he had into it.  Now how could you reject a boy
like that, even if he wasn't black?

     The Russian master Vladimir had whispered just such a desire into one
of Dieter's waiter's ear as he finished fucking him last night. Perhaps
that slave, now a member of Dieter's harem, would soon find myself stabled
with Vladimir's huge black Brazilian slave - he might even end up in some
freezing cold Russian city being fucked by Master Vladimir's Brazilian stud
or perhaps emptying his balls into some slave mare at some breeding barn
down in the heat of Brazil ....... but who knew? As a slave, he had learned
long ago his destiny was in the hands of whoever owned him at the time.
But all of Dieter' harem slaves now realized from their own experiences
that since they had first been sold for a good price to any master with
money enough to buy them, any market commodity like themselves who was
bright, willing and able always seemed to survive - especially if they were
exceptionally good looking and sexually desirable! They also realized that
being a member of Dieter Goering's harem carried a prestige that made them
even more valuable to any future owner they might acquire.

     The pleasure slaves of Dieter' dinner guests returned to their
satiated masters sparkling clean. But they wouldn't stay that way long in
all probability. Morning would bring demands to offer a fresh load of sperm
as a "youth elixir," new calls to be the recipient of a master's clumsy
fucking, or once again on their knees swallowing either their master's or
another slave's prick. And all the while having their tits kneaded, their
limbs stroked, and their balls squeezed until they would feel like they
would burst. Such was the life of a pleasure slave in the 21st century.

NEXT: A GUIDED TOUR OF THE ESTATE GROUNDS


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