Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2007 17:22:29 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: Fulfilling the Fantasy 1 (Authoritarian)
FULFILLING THE FANTASY
Chapter 1
by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
"You must spend a lot of time down here," Mark commented when he ran
into his long time friend, John. "Each time I'm here, there you are," he
laughed. "You thinking of going into the trade, or what, John? If so, I
guess a little competition would keep us on our toes."
"Don't worry about that, Mark. It's just that I can never find what
I'm looking for. Either this market is too small or markets around here
just don't carry the kind of stock that interests me," John replied rather
defensively. "Maybe I'm just too picky."
"Maybe. Maybe not," Mark smiled again. "John, this market isn't THAT
small and if you take in all the markets around in this area, there's a
reasonable selection possible. I'd say that If you've really looked hard
at all the stock offered for at least a three month period and STILL can't
find what you're looking for, you probably are too picky," Mark
counseled. "What ARE you looking for, anyway, John? A three-eyed Chinese
with a 20" dick?" Mark laughed.
John joined his friend laughing at that description. "Nothing that
exotic, Mark."
"Well, what is it, then?"
John blushed, looked down at the ground, shuffled his feet a little,
and then slowly began describing what he wanted to buy.
"I'm looking for a boy from Bulgaria, about 19 or 20 years old, who
has been recently enslaved so he's still struggling with the "being owned"
issue, who has sandy blond hair, practically no body hair, a muscular
physique that is stocky and between 5'8" and 6'0", that has huge pectoral
development with nicely shaped large tits on him, a circumcised dick that
is thick and long and nicely shaped, and balls that are big and fleshy but
naturally hang close to his body - I hate dangling balls on a boy. He's got
to have brilliant blue or green eyes, very smooth swarthy skin that's
anything but snowy white, a nice rounded fuckable butt, and so hot to trot
he's almost always got an erection. I don't give a damn whether he speaks
one word of English at this point, but he should have received enough
training to at least display, kneel, stand at ease, suck and take a good
fuck with either spoken or gestured commands with no hesitation. Got
anyone in mind?"
"You are one fussy bastard," Mark laughed. "Why Bulgarian, if I dare
ask?"
"I'm from Bulgarian stock originally," John smiled. "Both sets of
grandparents immigrated to this country from Bulgaria."
"And now you want to buy someone possibly related to you somehow?"
Mark laughed again. "I would have thought you'd being trying to free the
poor bastards instead of buying them up, or is that what you're trying to
do actually? Mark queried seriously. "John, you know as well as I do we
can't allow you to buy a slave just to turn around and free him. First of
all, it's illegal as you well know. Second, no dealer would ever sell you
to you again under any circumstances if that's what you're up to."
"No, no!" John protested. "Hardly! It's just that Bulgarian stock
really turns me on - more than anything else. I want a boy I can fuck
silly until they're half dead - that's a long way from trying to free
them!" John added. "I'll be the last one on earth to do that if the boy
looked like I described and turned me on. I'll pay a hefty price for stock
like that."
"Indeed you would," Mark confirmed. "That's so fussy it's
unbelievable. Dealers around here never get Bulgarians who are rare in
world markets anyway. Let alone Bulgarians looking like what you describe.
Forgive me, John, but most Bulgarian slaves I've seen - and it's been damn
few over the years - were all ugly as sin, usually with thick black hair
and course hairy bodies, not very well built, and about half-size in the
prick department. They did have big pecs, as I recall, but they were so
hairy it was hard to tell. I'm not sure what you're describing even
exists!"
"Maybe not! But that's that I'm looking for anyway," John sullenly
replied.
"Well, you're not going to find it hanging around local markets," Mark
advised. "Of that, I'm sure. Have you tried a broker?"
"A broker? What's that?" John asked.
"A slave broker. They specialize in finding unique, exotic, or
peculiar slaves - slaves to order, so to speak. Some buyers want a dwarf
with a big prick, some want a 7' 5" freak to play basketball on their
corporate team, some porno producer wants a slave that can take a 20" dildo
up his butt without passing out, some woman wants a 'white' Negro - a black
with white skin, some medical team is looking for a true hermaphrodite for
research purposes, some person wants a slave that speaks the Wolof dialect
- you name it, a broker can often find it. Some obscure market somewhere
probably has just what you're looking for - but only a broker has access to
all the data bases and inside connections that it takes to find such
oddities. They can be found - but it takes a specialist to locate it."
"I never knew such people existed," John said.
"The brokers or the weirdo slaves they locate?" Mark shot back.
"The brokers," John replied. "They sound expensive."
"Not really. They generally charge you 10 % commission on the
purchase price plus any travel costs they incur. Of course, what they're
looking for is usually pretty rare and sells for a fairly high price, so
10% is quite a pile of money. Still, they take care of all the paperwork
on the purchases, the commission includes all their costs in hunting a
slave down to your specifications, and often, especially if a given dealer
has two or three items they may have arranged buyers for, they're able to
negotiate a discount on the final selling price that saves you almost
enough to pay their commission. But don't count on it. But, John, compared
to traveling all over the world looking for this sexy slave of yours, it's
a lot simpler and saves an awful lot of time to just hire a good broker."
"Could you recommend one to me?" John ventured.
"Seriously interested?" Mark countered.
"Definitely, Mark. I'm tried of looking."
"Let's go to my office and I'll look up the address of one I've had
good luck with in the past if you'll make it worth my while spend my time
helping you buy a slave from someone other than me."
"How much, Mark?"
"For a mere $500, I'll get in contact with a good broker and have him
get in touch with you within the day. If it doesn't work out, I'll give
you $250 back, no questions asked."
"It's a deal," John said as he reached in his wallet and pealed out
five $100 bills and handled them to Mark. "Here's my phone number, fax
number, and e-mail address," he added as he handled Mark his business card.
"Before the day is out?" he added.
"Before the day is out," Mark confirmed. "Now write on this sales
sheet exactly what you wanted again," he said, as he started writing. " I
remember the Bulgarian 19-20 year old male with massive pecs and big tits,
blond hair, newly enslaved, circumcised long and thick prick, big spongy
balls up tight to the body, blue eyes, - what else? I can't remember."
"Blue or green eyes. No body hair naturally and dark colored skin. I
forgot to add he should be good looking and have a nice thin waist despite
being so damn well-built all over. And, oh, he should have a nice
bubble-butt on him, but he doesn't need to know English yet other than the
basic slave commands like kneel, display, stand, suck and taking a fuck. I
kind of like an "attitude" in the boy if you know what I mean - a sort of
resentment at the fact I can fuck him any damn time I want and he has to
cooperate with me in being raped...."
"Slow down, John. I've got to get all of this down on paper or the
broker can't find what you're looking for."
"You're sure he can find this kind of slaveboy?" John asked
incredulously.
"I don't know - you're order is so weird - but his track record with
me is good. He's found every single order I've placed over the past three
or four years and some of those have been just as far out as yours," he
laughed.
********
John hadn't been home 30' minutes before the phone rang. It was an
order clerk of Sotheby's, Inc. - Slave Brokers, located in London. The
polite man on the other end of the line read over the order that had been
faxed to them to check it for correctness, asked if I wanted to add
anything, and then asked if I wanted to add price limits.
The order was correct. I added that the slave should be so highly
sexed he was erect a good deal of the time, and emphasized again that he
had to be newly enslaved and still resentful of his slavery, no matter how
cooperative at this point as a result of his initial training. I set a $1
million limit on the potential purchase if it could be located, even though
I was sure it wouldn't cost me anything like that once the slave was
located. The employee of Sotheby's reminded me of the 10% commission fee
plus transportation costs, but added that the commission included al
necessary ownership paperwork, transfer of property papers, immigration and
customs papers, and negotiation for 'best possible price. He then thanked
me for the order, told me searches of this type generally only took two or
three weeks, and that if the slave ordered couldn't be found within a
30-day period, the order would be cancelled with no obligation on my part.
But, he added cheerfully, that seldom happened - especially now that the
supply of slaves was so plentiful throughout the world.
"Within three weeks?" I asked.
"Probably won't take anywhere near that long," the Sotheby
representative assured him.
*******
The phone rang three days later. Sotheby's informed John a potential
buy had been located in Sofia and that the price was much lower than
estimated. Digital photos of the prospective purchase along with full
descriptive details were being sent to his e-mail account as they spoke.
If the find was satisfactory, he was to call them back and confirm his
purchase with an electronic transfer of funds to the Sotheby account with
Barclay's Bank in London.
John was a little dumbfounded it was all happening so fast, but
thanked the man and rushed to his computer. Sure enough, there was an
e-mail from Sotheby's with numerous attachments. John decided to read the
e-mail description first before downloading the attached photos. After
all, there might be something wrong with the boy and he wanted full
information before seeing him and getting all excited.
"19 YEAR OLD MALE SLAVE WITH ESTIMATED VALUE OF 500,000 U.S. DOLLARS
AT CURRENT MARKET PRICES. BASTARD CHILD OF PROSTITUTE IN VARNA AND, TO THE
BEST OF MOTHER'S KNOWLEDGE, A NIGERIAN SAILOR BUYING HER SERVICES. PLACED
SHORTLY AFTER BIRTH IN STATE ORPHANAGE WHERE HE REMAINED UNTIL 14 YEARS OF
AGE WHEN HE WAS 'ADOPTED' BY THE STATE MINISTER OF COMMERCE AND PLACED IN
WITH 20 OTHERS AS PART OF THE MINISTER'S DOMESTIC STAFF GARDENING,
CLEANING, AND WAITING TABLES. WHEN DUTIES WERE EXPANDED AT AGE 16 TO
INCLUDE SEXUAL SERVICES FOR THE MINISTER AND HIS NUMEROUS GUESTS, HE
RESISTED AND WAS FREQUENTLY SEVERELY PUNISHED UNTIL SOME DEGREE OF
COMPLIANCE COULD BE OBTAINED. NEVERTHELESS, SOME DEGREE OF RESISTANCE
CONTINUED AND THE MINISTER DISPOSED OF HIM TO A DISCRETE UNDERGROUND DEALER
IN SOPHIA WHO SPECIALIZED IN SECRET GOVERNMENT TRANSACTIONS OF THIS TYPE.
MALE SLAVE WAS THEN SUBJECTED TO STANDARD SLAVE TRAINING FOR SIX MONTHS,
INCLUDING FULL USE OF HIS BODY, BEFORE BEING OFFERED FOR SALE. INITIALLY
SOLD AS BROTHEL SLAVE TO A TURKISH WHOREMONGER BUT SALE NEVER FINALIZED DUE
TO EXCHANGE RATE FLUCTUATIONS AT THAT TIME, WHICH KEPT SLAVE CAGED IN
SOPHIA FOR OVER A YEAR AWAITING OUTCOME OF NEGOTIATIONS OVER POTENTIAL
PURCHASE BY TURKISH MERCHANT. WHEN CLAIM FINALLY RELEASED BY TURKISH
MERCHANT, SLAVE AGAIN PLACED UP FOR SALE AND A "HOLD" HAS BEEN PLACED ON
HIM BY SOTHEBY'S.
"THIS SLAVE IS NOT EXACTLY AS YOU REQUESTED. HE IS SWARTHY AS YOU
REQUESTED, BUT DARK SKIN IS DUE TO BLACK FATHER WHILE BLOND HAIR AND BRIGHT
BLUE EYES DUE TO MOTHER. THEREFORE, THIS SLAVE IS CLASSIFIED AS A MULATTO
DESPITE HIS BULGARIAN ORIGINS. THE SLAVE SEEMS TO MEET ALL OTHER
CONDITIONS OF YOUR REQUISITION, INCLUDING A CHRONIC EXCITATION LEVEL AND A
CONTINUING RESENTMENT, DESPITE ALL THE TRAINING HE HAS RECEIVED TO DATE, OF
BEING FUCKED (ALTHOUGH HE IS, OF COURSE, FULLY COMPLIANT IN THIS AREA).
UNDERSTANDS ONLY ENOUGH ENGLISH TO ASSURE RESPONSE TO BASIC COMMANDS BUT
SEEMS TO LEARN QUICKLY.
"SOTHEBY'S FEELS THE SLAVE CAN BE OBTAINED BY THEIR AGENT FOR $450,000
CASH WITH NEGOTIATION PLUS THE $45,000 COMMISSION FEE FOR A TOTAL OF
$495,000 PLUS APPROXIMATELY $1940 TRANSPORTATION COSTS FOR OUR AGENT AND AN
ESTIMATED $2200 DOLLARS SHIPMENT COSTS (WITH OUR AGENT AS ESCORT) TO YOUR
HOME AIRPORT FOR A GRAND TOTAL OF $499,140. PLEASE ADVISE AS TO PURCHASE
INTERESTS WITHIN 12 HOURS."
John quickly downloaded the attachments. Every conceivable view of
the slave's body had been photographed, including the slave's tits in
aroused state, his prick fully erect as well as flaccid, and even a shot of
a full discharge on the slave's stomach and chest. He was exactly as he
had requested and the black blood in the slave added immeasurably to his
appeal. John immediately called Sotheby's confirming his interest and
received full instructions on how to transfer the $499,140 to their
account.
Twenty four hours later, John was at the Kennedy Airport to greet the
incoming flight on Bulgarian Airlines from Sophia via London. He spotted
the swarthy slave the instance he deplaned even though he was fully
dressed. His left hand was shackled to the agent's wrist as if he were an
international prisoner which was the guise used for the air shipment. It
was obvious he was butt plugged from the way he walked, but most people
would just assume he was cramped from the long flight. John watched as the
agent swiftly moved his 'prisoner' through customs, flashing some
Interpol/CIA papers in the process and explaining his 'prisoner''s shackles
were setting off the security alarms. As the duo neared the final customs
exit, it was obvious the slave had been drugged to a semi-conscious state -
his pupils were dilated and he was drooling slightly out of the corner of
his mouth. Despite all this, he was a magnificent specimen.
"We need the restroom," was the only thing the agent said as he headed
for the nearest restroom with the slave in tow. "He's been plugged."
When the twosome emerged, the slave walked entirely unencumbered -
obviously the plug had been removed and was now in the slave's carry-on.
"He's all yours," the agent said as he unlocked the wrist
shackle. "About the time you get him home and penned the drug will start to
wear off so you don't need to worry about any feistiness on the way home.
We always drug them for transport - makes it a lot easier for a slave as
well as us," he laughed. "By the time they regain full consciousness,
they're back in another cage and feel right at home."
***********
The agent was right. By the time I had the new slave stripped down,
flushed out, body shaved, collared, butt plugged, and caged, the swarthy
Bulgarian was busy studying his environment as well as his new owner. It
was obvious he knew he had been sold, that I was probably his new owner,
and he was no longer in Bulgaria. He was obviously ravenously hungry but
knew from his basic training he couldn't mention it.
"You'll get some slave chow if you fuck well," I said to an
uncomprehending slave who understood not a word of my English.
I went to the cupboard and got a small sample of slave chow so he knew
what I was talking about. Then I went over and rather roughly jerked back
and forth on his butt plug so that had the sensation of being fucked.
Again I motioned to the slave chow and then plummeted the plug back and
forth in his hole. A look of complete understanding swept across his face
and he promptly laid down on his back, brought his legs up over his head so
his butthole was completely exposed and spread his legs wide in an open
invitation to being fucked. I removed his plug with a single hard jerk,
plunged into his hole with my own organ and fucked him with abandon. He
groaned as I entered him, arched his back in an attempt to accommodate me,
and then softly moaned as he was thoroughly fucked, bitting his lip to keep
from crying out in the process. It was obvious he hated being fucked, but
knew he had no choice in the matter and, despite his feelings of utter
humiliation, shame, and utter exploitation, gave no signs of resistance to
the rape of his hole. In fact, after I was well embedded, he remembered to
tighten the muscles of his asschute to give me greater pleasure - a product
of his basic slave training. When I finished and withdrew, he promptly
cleaned by shaft with his mouth but could not hide completely a brief, but
deep look of resentment and despair as my hot cum began to seep out of his
asshole. It was a look I loved to see in a slave, especially one as good
looking as this hunk of meat.
Over the next two weeks, I fucked the slave at least five or six times
a day, leaving my quarters only to get some fresh supplies and a little
fresh air and exercise. The slave was fed regularly and well, kept clean
and well shaved, and exercised most of the time he wasn't being fucked or
sound asleep to keep his beautiful physique in top shape. He was learning
simple English rapidly, obeyed all commands immediately and without
question, and really gave me no reason to discipline him over and above the
daily beatings I administer to all slaves just to remind them they're just
owned property serving at the whim of their owner.
The third week I decided to show him off to my friend Mark at the
local market. When we arrived and we're inside the auction facilities, I
had the Bulgarian strip down for Mark's full inspection. He was mighty
impressed, especially with the Bulgarian showing hard the whole time he was
being displayed.
"He's everything you asked for," Mark said as he hefted the slave's
balls and roughly massaged them. "Who would have dreamed a dark skinned
Bulgarian whose downright handsome could be conjured up in a mere three
days right to your doorstep? And, at a bargain price if you ask me."
Mark's hand moved to the slave's tits and began rubbing them until they
were swollen and fully distended. "You could sell this bastard locally for
at least 50% more than you paid for him if he's as good in bed as you
claim."
"He is," John said. "To prove it, I'll let you use him if you've got
a place handy around here."
"You know I do. I'll take you up on it," Mark said as he clipped a
leash to the slave's collar and led him to an "trial room" nearby. The
slave knew what was coming and shuddered in dread, but never flinched as he
meekly followed the man he had been 'loaned' to.
John heard his property gasp and then stifle a prolonged scream as
Mark obviously began "using" the borrowed slave. John had never seen Mark
naked so he had no idea that Mark was phenomenally equipped - so big that
many a slave had been ripped to pieces when he fucked them. The screams
continued but got weaker and weaker until John didn't hear much of anything
other than John panting and heaving as the fuck continued. After 15
minutes, John was dragging the Bulgarian slave back by his collar, blood
running down the slave's leg as he staggered in his attempts to keep up
with the leash.
"I thought you said you fucked him regularly," John said curiously.
"He's as tight as a virgin. Good thing you had me loosen him up a bit or
he'd never reach his full potential."
"Loosen him up a bit! From the looks of all that blood gushing out of
his asshole, you've torn him wide open. If he has to be sewn up or get's
infected or both, I'm sure as hell sending you the vet's bill," John said
as he looked over the slave, still unable to stand up straight from all the
pain emanating out of his asshole along with blood, clumps of semen, and
hot lubricant.
"Ah, it was good for him," Mark said. "Got him opened up good. He's
not torn up as much as you think. He'll stop bleeding in a few minutes -
it's just a bunch of surface capillaries. I've seen in over and over in
the slave's I fuck. This one just needs a little toughening up in his fuck
chute. All that bleeding simply prevents infection, so don't worry about
it!"
"Let's hope," John said dubiously. "I suppose now he'll be all loose
and flabby back there when I fuck him."
"Maybe after a good 10 years of my steadily pounding him, but
certainly now after just a few fucks. He's in good shape - he'll have his
hole back night and tight within six hours if he's not fucked during that
time - I guarantee it. Remember, I've been in the business of handling and
fucking slaves for some time now, John."
The Bulgarian had stopped crying but tears were still streaming down
his cheeks. God, he hated being fucked more than anything he could think of
but he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. If his
owner wanted to fuck him or have someone else fuck him, he knew he had to
cooperate no matter how much he hated and resented it deep inside. He was
sore, he was lonely, he was scared, but most of all he was a slave. When
he'd first realized he was a slave back in Bulgaria, the full impact of
what that really meant was only beginning to sink in now. He realized now
he was property of others for life for them to do with him as they wished;
he realized his body was his one and only asset as far as his owners were
concerned; and that what he wanted or hoped for in this life had no bearing
on his existence now - he was purchased to do as his owners wanted with no
other considerations. He knew he'd probably never see his homeland again;
would probably never even be able to speak his native tongue again; and,
with his body and looks, he would probably be utilized as a sex slave as
long as his looks held out. When he got old and ugly, he'd be a common
work slave faster than he could blink with a whip on his butt until he
collapsed and died. Better to suffer a sore butthole than bleed to death
under the whip of a work overseer, the slave thought. He knew that as a sex
slave he would be well fed, punishment would never mark his body, and his
high value would assure him reasonably good treatment. Almost all slaves
were lonely, he thought and few ever stayed near where they were born
anyway. Yes, he was lucky to be born as good looking and well hung as he
was. He'd just have to learn to live with his loneliness. Learning English
would help - at least he could understand what others were saying about
him.
"Did you think he was good in bed, Mark?"
"Yep, and I guarantee he'd bring you $800,000 if I sold him here in
the next week or so - that's a 30% gain on your money in just a few weeks
at most. Can't beat an investment like that."
"Do it!" John said.
"Do what?"
"Sell the slave for with a minimum of $800,000 on him," John said.
"You're kidding - you just got him," Mark said, obviously
flabbergasted. "All that trouble to find a Bulgarian with dark skin and
blond hair and blue eyes, huge like a horse, and shipped half way around
the world and you're going to sell him after a couple of weeks? I thought
this was a lifetime fantasy or something!"
"Well, once you fulfill a fantasy, it loses its allure. I've enjoyed
the boy and he was everything I was looking for, but, Mark, once I had him
and had fucked him to my heart's content, I realized I was as bored with
him as it was just any old slave I'd bought down here from you. But with a
30% pure profit on his resale, I can't afford to indulge my fantasies too
long. Sell the bastard. Got a buyer in mind who will part with that kind
of money?"
"I know a matronly lady who has been looking for a well hung mulatto.
She could care less what nationality he is or where he came from, but she
definitely is hung up on mulattos with big pricks. I imagine once she sees
him hard and throbbing, she'll part with $800 grand easily enough. If not,
I also know of a brothel looking for a black or mulatto - you know - the
big male emporium located out on Long Island. They'll pay that kind of
money for a stud this young and good looking."
"Fine. See how much you can get out of him. There's a 10% bonus for
you in it on everything you can get over $800,000. I'll sign the ownership
and transfer of property certificates now so you can dispose of the
property quickly when you find a buyer."
***************
That evening, the Bulgarian had been sold for $860,000 to the male
brothel out on Long Island. They had outbid the lady Mark had in mind by a
good $10,000 in the final negotiations. Mark handed over $842,700 to John
($860,000 minus the 2% sales charge) and John then handed Mark his $8000
bonus. Still, John had cleared almost $330,000 on the deal - all within a
three week time frame. Sotheby's was happy, Mark was happy, John was
happy, and the fourth party involved, the Bulgarian slave - well, he was
busy sucking off his second customer of the evening with two more lined up
to fuck his sore ass. Three out of four ain't bad when it comes to
happiness!
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments always appreciated. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)