Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2007 15:23:40 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: FULFILLING THE FANTASY - Chapter 15 (Authoritarian)

FULFILLING THE FANTASY XV

by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)

     "I love the boy's collar," John said as he looked over the black slave
in front of him, recently delivered by Tony, the Italian steward to their
suite on the Fantasia.

     The Mozambique slave standing before them had been on the ship only
four days now and was still fitted with the deep fitting penis gag fastened
to his head, a huge butt plug up his ass, and wrists chained to this collar
- all devices he had worn since he had first been handled over to the slave
handlers in the cargo hold other than when he was allowed to eat, drink,
and have his asshole flushed out with warm, sudsy water two or three times
a day.  His large prominent tits were still raw and swollen from the recent
fitting of a thick 2" rings in each tit; his balls and the base of his
prick were somewhat galled from the fitting of the thick 1" genital cinch
which matched his tit rings; and his neck was chafed from the tight-fitting
3" tall thick collar which had "Beauty" emblazoned on it front and back
between the leash rings welded to each side and to which his wrist bands
were now attached by a short coupler chain.  He swallowed hard around the
huge dildo forced down his throat by the ever- present gag as he stared at
his new owner and his constant companion - a slave dealer himself.  He knew
his body was shiny from a light coating of sweat that had developed in the
hold since his bath just minutes ago in preparation for this visit and he
was also aware his prick, as was not uncommon these days, was partially
erect - swollen enough to show his full length if not full thickness.

     "I decided to name this slave, John," Mark responded.  "As you know, I
seldom bother to name slaves - what's the point - but this little souvenir
from Mozambique really is special, don't you think?  'Beauty' is a good
name for a slave with a body like this," Mark added as he motioned to the
Italian steward to place the slave down on the bed on his back with his
wrists and ankles chained to the four corners of the specially equipped bed
common in every suite on the Fantasia.

     The steward quickly undid the slave's wrists from his collar, threw
him backward onto the bed and quickly fastened his wrists and then his
ankles to the hidden eyelets located on the edges of the bedframe. The
slave groaned around his gag as the butt plug worked its way even deeper
into him from this new forced position.

     "Shall I stroke him to full arousal, master?" the Italian slave asked.

     "No, use your mouth to arouse the slave," Mark said.  The Italian
steward quickly bent over the black slave's body and engulfed the huge
organ, sucking it well down his throat and churning the shaft with his
tongue.  'Beauty' responded by moaning and tossing his head from one side
to the other as much as his collar would allow, his eyes reflecting
resignation at this new assault on his body, an event almost continuous
since he had been delivered to the cargo hold below.

     "The slave is fully aroused now, master, " the steward announced, his
mouth dripping with the pre-cum juices of the black.

     "Yes," Mark answered, once again admiring the huge beautifully
sculptured shaft he hadn't seen in the past few days, now quivering above
the boy's body and fully extruded by the genital band surrounding the base.
Turning to the Italian steward, he ordered, "Climb up on the bed, steward,
and lower your hole onto the boy's prick until it is completely inside you,
then fuck the boy until his balls are drained."

     "Which way shall I face, master?  Toward the front of the bed or
toward you and Master John?" the steward asked, totally unperturbed by the
request, as he quickly climbed onto the black slave's restrained body.

     "Face us, steward," Mark replied.  "But make sure we can see the
slave's face as he is being fucked."

     "Yes, master," the Italian slave said as he quickly straddled the
black slave's body facing his two masters and then quickly lowered himself
onto the erect prick until it disappeared up his open hole and, with his
teeth clinched as he felt his ass being stretched fully by the huge organ
of the black, then felt the metal band at the base of the black's shaft
pressing into his hole.  Giving himself just a few seconds to adjust to the
stretching, he then began pumping his body up and down on the shaft,
feeling the intrusion rubbing against his prostate as it stretched his anal
lining.  He heard the slave moan beneath him at this new usage of his body.

     The black slave, despite his outrage at being raped simply to amuse
the two masters looking on, was in a full sex sweat as his body reacted to
all this titillation and felt the juices within him already racing toward
his prick for an explosive release.  His arousal blocked, at least
temporarily, the feelings of shame and embarrassment he had felt being
delivered to this splendid room stark naked with a dildo up his ass and
down his throat, his genitals banded to force full display at all times. At
least for this moment, he forgot he had been sold to be a sexual plaything
to this new master, his body a endless source of pleasure for the man who
now owned him.  He realized he could not deny the intense, overwhelming
feelings of pleasure he felt from this new stimulation and could not
prevent his body from responding to such stimulation, no matter how much he
resented it. But he also knew inwardly his initial resistance to slavehood,
especially as a bought whore, was slowly ebbing away as the expert handlers
worked on him incessantly. In the cargo hold, he was surrounded with slaves
who now eagerly looked forward to being sexually used by their masters and
he doubted if any of them entered slavery with such proclivities.

     "May I shoot, master?" the Italian asked, his own prick now quivering
in need from the anal stimulation.

     "No, I'll want you to fuck the slave later," Mark said
nonchalantly. "But make sure the black shoots a full load up your butt."

     "Yes, master," the Italian replied, again clinching his teeth and
tensing his muscles trying to avoid a forbidden ejaculation.  He increased
the pace of sliding up and down the black slave's organ with his pumping
body and clinched ass muscles.

     "Ugh..ugh...aw...aw....," the black moaned as his body tensed, his
back went rigid, and his eyes glazed.  It took six huge surges of cum up
into the Italian's ass before his balls were emptied.

     "Now fasten him to the bed on his stomach with his legs spread wide
apart," Mark instructed the Italian slave.  "And then fuck him thoroughly.
But reach around and jerk him off as you're fucking him.  He should be able
to get hard again - a slave like that is always good for two or three
rounds before they're all worn out - and time it so he associates being
fucked with the pleasure of his orgasm - the same way they trained you,
steward," Mark smiled.

     "Yes, master," the Italian answered as he quickly repositioned the
black slave as commanded.  "May I shot off when I fuck the black?" he
added, rather pleadingly.

     "Yes, steward," Mark laughed, "but only after you've given him a good
solid fucking he'll remember and only after you he's shot off a good load
himself as a result of both your hand pumping his organ and your prick
pumping his ass."

     "Yes, master," the steward said happily as he mounted the bound black
and, after removing the deeply embedded butt plug, drove his swollen shaft
up the black's hole with no preliminaries.

     "Ugh!  Ugh....ah....." the black moaned as the Italian slave's large
prick was driven all the way into him and then began pistoning him
vigorously. He felt his rectal opening stretching open - similar to the
painful stuffed feeling he had when the butt plug was in him - but he also
noticed this new prick in him wasn't nearly as painful as past rapes and
rightfully attributed this to the stretching of his anal chute the large
butt plug insured. He felt his own prick swell once again as the Italian
slave's prick massaged his prostate unmercifully and soon he felt the
Italian's hand encompassing his own prick and sensually stroking it while
he continued pumping into his ass. Within minutes, he once again felt his
juices surging up within him and knew he would spew another huge load.  He
groaned around his mouth gag as yet another volley of hot cum was nursed
from his body and his body violently jerked with each discharge from his
balls as he felt his ass muscles contract around the Italian's prick within
him.

     With the black slave's ass muscles contracting around his shaft, the
Italian stiffened, drove his prick as deep as possible into the ass beneath
him, and convulsed in a volley of ejaculations deep into the black's bowels
as he rubbed his own tits against the smooth skin of the black's back and
hugged the black's muscular upper torso.  His teeth nuzzled the thick
collar around the black's neck as he felt dizzy in ecstacy as his own balls
were emptied while strange animal sounds of triumphant conquest rumbled
from his throat.

     "That must have been a fuck to remember from the sounds of it," John
laughed as he smacked the Italian slave on the rump, still pumping away
slightly in a residual action.  "I don't believe I've heard you howl like
that before - I'll have to try and copy that sound the next time I empty
myself completely into your ass," he snickered.

     "Yes, master," the Italian gasped.  "The black slave is suburb in bed.
When he is fully trained, he will be worth a fortune I would think,
master."

     "Worth more than you on the auction block?" Mark asked, his eyes
narrowing in amusement.

     "I'm afraid so, master," the Italian slave smiled.  "But I would bring
the second best price I hope," he laughed, "especially if I remember to
howl like I just did when a prospective buyer jerks me off to test my
output."

     With that, both masters doubled up in laughter as the Italian slave
withdrew from the black beneath him, reinserted the slave's large butt
plug, and then wiped his shaft off, still slimy with lubricant and spent
semen, in the black's hair.

     "Take the slave's buttplug out again and clean the slave out and
relube him," Mark ordered the steward and then chain him back to the bed on
his back with his legs chained with his wrists to the head of the bed so
his hole is totally exposed.  I want to fuck him where I can study his face
while I'm fucking him."

     "Yes, master," the Italian said as he quickly unchained the black
slave and moved him to the bathroom for the commanded cleansing.  Within
minutes, the black was back on the bed, chained into the new and
uncomfortable position.

     Both Mark and John fucked the slave twice before they had the steward
clean him out once again, reinsert his butt plug, and take him back to the
hold to his cage.

     "Beauty is a great name for the slave," John said as he and Mark
shared a drink in their luxurious suite.  "He's not only beautiful to look
at, but he fucks beautifully too.  He's worth every penny you paid for him.
Once he's fully trained to his new duties, I could easily get a cool
million for him within five minutes of putting him out for display."

     "That's what I figured when I bought him," Mark smiled.  "It's going
to take several months to get him to the point where he fully accepts his
slavery, and several months after that before he takes great pride in being
the best male whore available at any price.  But I'm a patient man, John,"
Mark added.  "And in the interim, I'm going to enjoy myself fully delving
into the orifices of that black bastard."

     "And sharing the black treasure with your friends as you exhibit such
patience," John laughed as he reached over and hugged his long-time friend.

*********************

     'Beauty' wept quietly in his cage as the close confinement forced the
huge butt plug deep into his asshole, now raw and tender from being fucked
repeatedly in his visit to his new master's quarters.  He realized he had
been bought to serve as his master's whore and that his master expected to
gain full value from his recent purchase in just that capacity no matter
what he thought about it one way or the other. He could endure such
ignominy - after all, thousands of slaves from Mozambique were bought for
the sole purpose of entertaining their masters in bed and they endured
handily enough - many even seemed to prosper under such a regime of
expected duties.  But he was weeping not because he had been fucked so
thoroughly and so callously - he was weeping because he knew he was slowly
but surely beginning to accept such usage as just part of his life.  Being
raped was turning into just a slave's expected duty; being exploited
sexually was seen as an ordinary event in any handsome slave's life; and
inevitably, he knew he too, would accept his whoredom and eventually enjoy
it as any sex was better than no sex at all, no matter what the
circumstances.  He wept even harder when he realized most slaves he knew
forced into his circumstances ended up priding themselves on their sexual
abilities in their master's bed, relished their owner's praise in offering
their bodies up for his or her pleasure, and reached a state where shame
and humiliation had been replaced with pride and even a haughty
self-identity on being the best whore in their owner's stable. He knew,
instinctively, that any identity as a slave was better than no identity as
all.  Otherwise you were just an animal.

******************

     'Beauty''s premonitions were correct. Within two weeks, he no longer
resisted being fucked and, strangely, felt no shame or remorse about what
he was forced to do.  Within a month, he was cooperating when his master
used him - it was the only possibility he had of ever gaining sexual
release himself and the body stimulation, even in a slave's position of
always having to please his master rather than himself, was rewarding and
made him feel alive and useful.  Within two months, he felt no shame or
humiliation at any possible use of his body and began to feel pride in
pleasing his master, no matter what was required.  Being a whore didn't
bother him - he had no other choice anyway - and, if one was to be a whore,
he could at least be a coveted, valued, and acclaimed whore.  He enjoyed
having his bodily attributes being displayed to his master's friends, he
reveled in their flattering comments after he had been ordered to their
beds, and he blushed in pride when his master described him as the best
pleasure slave he had ever owned. His prostate was so sensitized after all
the shafts up his ass (as well as the omnipresent butt plug when he wasn't
being fucked) that he invariably had a copious discharge with each new anal
assault so sexual relief was no longer denied him as long as he
participated fully in his own ravishment.

*****************

     Within three months, Beauty was not only a well-trained and compliant
whore - he was an eager whore!  That, combined with his truly exceptional
physique and extraordinary handsomeness, made him easily worth the million
dollars that was going to be asked the next time he was placed on the
auction block. His current master had probably never made a better
investment.  From $120,000 to $1,000,000 in three months and the only cost
a little quality food, a few body ornaments to enhance the slave's appeal,
some good restraints (like body chains and tight collars), some control
devices (like confinement cages, whips, tit rings, genital cinches, and
butt plugs) and lots and lots of rigorous training that was actually a
great deal of fun - at least for the trainers, Mark and John.

     "You going to sell Beauty when we get back home?" John asked.

     "You bet.  But I won't take less than $1 million for him in the New
York markets.  You think I'll get it?" Mark replied.

     "Probably more if a prospective owner beds him down before bidding.
That slaveboy fucks better than any boy we've had on this whole trip and is
probably the best looking piece of flesh down in that cargo hold, and
that's saying a lot.  I'd definitely push potential purchasers trying him
out before bidding," John advised, "and you may end up with 1.2 or even 1.3
million.  You are going to sell him as a pleasure slave surely.- that's
where the money is with his body."

     "He'll be sold as the whore he is," Mark laughed.  "It would be a
total waste to offer him on the block as anything else."

     "Total agreement here," John said.  "Some slaves are just destined for
whoredom and Beauty is one of them."

     "The slave boasts he can please any woman p laced beneath him and
that, when used as a stud at the slave farms, he could fuck six or seven
times a day and still have an erection."

     "Big talk, but how will the old man check that out?" John asked.

     "Easily, sir.  First, the dealer will know about his performance at
the slave farm from the records he has on the slave.  The slave knows this,
so I doubt if he is exaggerating in any way.  Second, I'm sure the old man
will test the slave out on his claims.  As soon as the slave shoots off the
first time, he'll be stroked until he shoots again, and then again and
again until his claim of six or seven times has been validated.  The slave
doesn't look stupid.  I'm sure he wouldn't have made such a claim if he
didn't expect the potential new owner to check it out."

     Both John and Mark watched as the old man did exactly that, stroking
the slave to one ejaculation after another, the entire time gently
squeezing and massaging the slave's exceedingly large balls. Apparently
satisfied as to his virility and endurance, the old man purchased him on
the spot.  The slave, happy to find a kind new master who would put him to
good use, respectfully followed his new owner to begin solving the old
man's problem just as soon as his balls replenished themselves from their
recent draining. [By the next morning, the old man knew he had purchased
wisely.  His wife, for once, was satiated and beamed satisfaction and
sincere gratitude to her new husband for this thoughtful addition to their
house, while the slave beamed with pride as his master stroked his head
affectionately.]

     Finally, the two men overcame their awe of the marketplace and began
to seriously consider purchasing some of the prize specimens that were
offered.  John bought a huge brown slave, not yet 18, who was not only
exceedingly handsome but massively equipped.  He explained to the slave
(through the interpreter) he was being bought to be resold in an American
market, probably as a bed buck to some lucky man or woman in this far away
land.  Because he was so costly, he could only be sold to a very wealthy
man or woman who no doubt could afford many, many slaves and his value on
the market would undoubtedly assure him the very best of treatment, no
matter who purchased him. The slave seemed well satisfied with this
explanation of his future and eagerly participated in the thorough body
examination that followed., inquiring only if his new owner would find
pleasure in showing him to others.

     "I'm sure they will, slave," John replied. "They will probably want to
decorate your body to their tastes. No one pays the kind of money you will
cost and not want to show it off."

     John waited for the interpreter to finish translating his comments and
the response.

     "Of course, master.  But, if I may be so forward, what will the master
or mistress probably find pleasing in decorating my body?"

     John wasn't used to slaves being so inquisitive, but realized
Mauritanian slaves were a different breed.

     "Oh, I imagine they will have your nipples ringed with silver or gold,
a nice collar to match welded around your neck, and perhaps a thick band
placed around the base of your genitals to show them off better.  Some
American owners like a nose ring fitted, and, I almost forgot, almost all
slaves have a ownership tag fastened permanently to their left ear.  Some
have their slaves branded, but I doubt you will - it would lower your
resale value."

     "Sounds pretty," the slave responded enthusiastically.  "Slaves here
are sometimes decorated like that, so I have a good idea of how it looks.
Master, am I really worth all that gold on my body?"  the slave marveled.

     "If that's what your new owner wants, that's what he'll have on you,"
John replied.

     "Yes, master," the slave said, obviously pleased his body was worth
decorating.


****************

     "I can't believe I just paid $900,000 for that slave walking so
cheerfully behind us. I'll have to get over $1 million just to clear
expenses.  I'm afraid I got caught up with slave fever again.  To think we
bought up that good looking stud in Sierra Leone for $500 and, if truth be
told, he's probably every bit as good in bed as this Mauritanian slave that
cost 1800 times as much.  What a damn fool I've been."

     "Oh, don't worry, John.  That slave will sell for at least $1 million
back in the states and possibly bring you 1.1 or even 1.2 million if you
find the right buyer.  But I imagine it's going to take a while to locate
that true connoisseur of slave flesh who is willing to pay that kind of
money to get the very best available.  While you're hunting for this
cognoscenti of male flesh, you and I both can enjoy the boy in our own
bed."

     "While I'm paying the rent?"  John exclaimed.

     "Calm down, John.  Tell you what.  If you can't sell him for over a
million within three months, I'll buy him myself for $1,000,500.  That way
you can't really lose and surely you won't have the gall to open your yap
about my using the boy in the interim," Mark laughed.

     "As if you weren't going to use him anyway," John smiled.

     "Starting the moment we get him back aboard the Fantasia," Mark
laughed. "You can have 'Beauty' while I take this one to bed.  Then we'll
trade."

     "I'm hungry.  You intend to fuck right through dinner?" John replied.

     "Certainly!  Haven't you ever heard of room service?" Mark laughed.

*************

     Mark did end up buying one souvenir slave to commemorate his visit to
Mauritania. He purchased a striking brown slave, now 24, who was obviously
the product of a black slave pleasuring a light colored mistress, rather
than the usual standardized black products of the slave breeding farms.
This slave was different in more than just coloring of his hide.  He had
long, smooth black hair, blue eyes, a milky smooth complexion, and a trim
clipped beard outlining his jaw.  Although he had a broad muscular chest
and rump, his waist was incredibly narrow for such a large man.  This made
his sexual organs appear even larger than they actually were, an illusion
only heightened by the fact his entire body had been shaved clean below his
neck.  Unlike many Mauritanian slaves offered for sale that day, this one
had been fitted with a permanent thick collar of polished brass which
matched his soldered tit rings and an even larger ring installed through
the head of his huge circumcised penis.  A short leash was fastened to this
penile ring, obviously used to walk the slave when accompanying his master
or to fasten him to wherever he was stationed for display and duty.

     "Why is this one ringed and collared?" Mark asked when first
inspecting the slave.

     After interrogating the dealer, the interpreter reported the slave had
been owned by a series of women since he was 16 years old and fully mature
to be of service in their bed. Mistresses owning male pleasure slaves
generally preferred having numerous control devices fitted to the slave's
body - it gave them a feeling of security and mastery when around such
prime specimens of manhood.  Three owners ago, he had been fitted with the
thick neck collar; two owners ago he had the tit rings installed; and his
last owner had the penile ring installed in that she enjoyed leashing the
slave to her bed by his penis when she wasn't using him as well as well as
leashing the slave in that fashion when walking the slave around on her
errands.  Of course, the interpreter demonstrated as he easily slid the
large ring around in the flesh of the penis head, the ring was easily
removable when the slave was called upon to stud.

     The dealer interjected in the strange dialect at this point.

     "He says all of the rings and collar can be removed if you so desire,
sir," the interpreter translated.

     "And what does the slave think of his decorations?" Mark asked.

     The interpreter turned to the slave and repeated the question.

     "The slave says slaves accept whatever their mistress or master
wants."

     "Yes, but what does HE want if he had a choice?" Mark repeated.

     "The slave enjoys his ownership collar, sir.  The rings in his nipples
are bothersome but do help him become aroused readily when the need arises
and he thinks they add to his appearance considerably.  But the ring in the
head of his prick is often painful, sir.  Especially when it is used with
the leash."

     The slave under discussion looked up and made another statement.

     "He adds that the ring through his prick causes a lot of pain when he
gets aroused and shows hard.  Therefore, he tries to keep from getting
excited until the ring is removed by his mistress. He is worried that if a
new owner wants him to show hard, he may not please them as often as he
would wish."

     "Tell him he won't have to worry.  If I buy him, I'll have the penile
ring replaced with a thick ring around the base of his genitals so his sex
will be displayed better and it won't interfere with him showing hard.  But
a genital ring is just as good as a penile ring for leashing, so he can
still expect to be led around by his sexual organs if that is desired."

     After the message was translated, a huge smile broke out on the
slave's face.  It was obvious he thought the genital ring was a big
improvement over the big ring now dangling through the penile shaft itself.

     "The slave says to tell you he has seen slaves fitted with this
genital ring you describe.  He says it looks good on them and shows off
their equipment nicely."

TO BE CONTINUED

Comments appreciated.  Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)