Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2007 13:33:17 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: FULFILLING THE FANTASY - Chap. 9 (Authoritarian)

FULFILLING THE FANTASY IX

By Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)

     The long trip to Nicaragua passed pleasantly enough, especially with
John's scheduled visit of all our new stock smoothly coordinated by Tony,
our Italian steward. There were numerous seminars, fabulous entertainments,
and stimulating, interesting conversations with intelligent and experienced
persons available at every meal.

     The variety offered in our beds by our purchased slaves kept us from
ever getting bored, but particularly memorable were the bodies we had most
recently bought in Porte Alegre.  There John had bought two 18-year-old
very handsome white boys that were hung unusually large.  Their special
talent seemed to be in producing huge amounts of hot cum so tasty and
smooth we often had them brought up special by Tony for a breakfast
milking. Mark particularly enjoyed the 25-year-old Greek/Italian Argentine
John had purchased there who was about as skillful in bed as any slave he
had ever experienced, especially when it came to churning a very tight ass
around an embedded penis until the user found himself in ecstasy. That same
slave was one of the best when it gave to completely swallowing a big shaft
well down his throat so his throat muscles could give the penis a real
workout.  Mark discovered the slave had previously been owned by a brothel
in Buenos Aires where he was certainly well trained. Also outstanding were
Mark's purchases of the unusual 17-year- old tobacco brown slave with blue
eyes and blond air with the "star" brand on his inner thigh - proof he had
been bred to order at the huge breeding farm they had visited. Both masters
enjoyed his body so much they had Tony bring him up "extra schedule" to
their suite at least every other day.  Once he was leashed to their bed, it
was hard not to fuck him at least once, no matter how busy they had been
that day.  But best of all were the bus driver and attendant they had
purchased at the last minute in Porte Alegre.  Both of these white slaves
were magnificently built with very smooth skin showing well on their shaved
bodies and brilliant green eyes heavily lashed.  Both were very skilled in
sucking, had the skill to prolong the sucking just as long as you wanted,
and both seemed to really enjoy being fucked, invariably showing hard and
dripping the entire time their masters were poking them.  When questioned
about their high skill levels in servicing their masters, both said most
coach passengers in Brazil expected expert sexual services to be
enthusiastically offered by the coach's staff and consequently they had
been well trained in providing those services.  On long bus trips, they
reported, one was constantly fucked or was sucking off passengers while the
other drove.  When the attendant doing the servicing needed a break, he
drove and the driver made the rounds servicing the passengers until his ass
and jaw was sore.  That's why motor coach companies bought their slaves on
sexual appeal, not driving skills, which could always be taught later.

     Even the dining slaves they leashed and brought down to their room
proved delightful - frisky and enthusiastic no matter what the masters had
in mind. They thoroughly enjoyed the relief from the dining service
routine. The deck hands they leashed were equally satisfactory, although
both John and Mark thought they sometimes tried too hard to please and
hence were a little tiresome occasionally.  It was obvious they were
severely punished if any guest registered the slightest complaint with
their usage and their overly solicitous behavior reflected that underlying
fear of more punishment.  Tony, ever alert, picked out several baggage
slaves he thought we would enjoy, and he was right in every case.  Baggage
slaves, Tony explained, weren't used all that much, and since they were
prohibited any source of sexual relief other than when they were used by
one of the ship's passengers, were not only super eager to serve you any
way you desired, but were extremely grateful for the opportunity.  Tony,
when his masters ordered him to do so for their entertainment, really
enjoyed fucking the baggage slaves and pounded into them unmercifully no
matter how they grunted and groaned under the assault.  He had started out
on the ship as a baggage slave and took a special interest in teaching them
how to advance themselves in the world. He said he remembered the endless
days as a baggage slave going up and down the hallways hearing all the
other slaves getting fucked while he was never allowed any relief
whatsoever. Tony always asked his masters' permission for the baggage
slaves to be allowed to shoot off when he was ordered to fuck them and
invariably, the permission was given in that both Mark and John delighted
in seeing the huge volleys of cum shooting out of the baggage slaves'
overstuffed balls and their looks of undying gratitude as they thanked
their masters for the privilege.

     By the time the ship was nearing Nicaragua, both John and Mark were
completely satiated and felt a "rest" visiting the Nicaraguan sites would
be in order. But both agreed that was part of what a good ocean voyage was
all about - enjoying yourself to excess in something you were passionate
about.  In their case, they both agreed, their passion was fucking handsome
male slaves.  Judging from all the traffic of newly purchased slaves
between the cargo holds and the ship's suites, the many dining room slaves
being leashed at the end of every meal, as well as all the deck hand and
baggage slaves we saw being brought by room stewards on leashes to their
master's suite, it was obvious our passion was widely shared on this cruise
at least.

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

     As we left the ship at Leon, all passengers were handed a bright
orange felt tip permanent ink marker they could clip to their shirt
pockets.

     "Use these at the slave markets for your purchases.  Mark their bodies
most anywhere you want with your room number, a "T" if you want all their
teeth pulled and then fitted with dentures; for males, a "C" is you want
their balls removed or an "R" if you simply want their penis ringed; and
for females, another "T" on them if you want their tubes tied. Mark them
with a "+" if you want the extra meal every day and the B-12 shots once
they're in the hold.That way we can enter them in our records as they're
transferred to the ship's hold and before that mark wears off their hide.
We won't get around to filling all your requests for several weeks after
we're at sea, but that way we can get started on it right away.  Any
special requests?  Just write your instructions on the purchased slave's
back and we're handle it to your complete satisfaction, I'm sure. All those
abbreviations are printed right on the side of the marker in case you
forget, or, if you prefer not to use the codes, just write it out on the
slave's back.  There's usually plenty of room."

     The scene on the dock from the ship's deck was chaotic.  Scrawny,
emaciated persons were everywhere pleading to be bought and jostling for
the best positions close to the departing passengers.  Some were trying to
display what they considered their best sales features: large, shapely
breasts were hefted up and wiggled in your face; muscular chests and arms
were flexed by the younger men;.a few young bucks with large organs were
holding them up and waving them to try to get your attention; while
thousands of older people and children were generally shoved to one side
and often stomped on by the stronger competition all around them.  Everyone
was waving their hands or yelling loudly, desperately trying to get your
attention.  It seemed everyone had learned at the least the English phrases
"Take Me, Master" or "Good Slave, Master" or "Free Slave Here, Master"
which rose above the hubbub. But all the energy expended by the crowds did
not hide their generally emaciated bodies, their sickly complexions, and
the lack of much solid muscle on them. As the lecturer on the ship had
described, they were obviously slowly starving to death.

     All of the dealers ignored the entreaties of the unseemly mob and
headed straight for the slave markets, located up and down the piers for at
least eight blocks in gated facilities which kept the mobs at bay.  All of
the markets had huge fans in the ceiling for our comfort, plenty of guards
to keep the crowds outside from climbing over their sturdy fences, and
plenty of host slaves, costumed in quaint native costumes, serving
complimentary cool drinks.

     Mark and John choose to enter the fifth market down the street since
the first four seemed to be already filled with the ship's passengers.  A
small brown-colored sales manager, dressed in a cool seersucker suit,
greeted them pleasantly in accented English.

     "Wide choice of select slaves, today, sir.  Your ship wired ahead so
we filled all our pens to offer you the best choices.  You may look them
all over first to see what we've got on hand or I can help you locate any
special types of slaves you may be looking for.  You can inspect any slave
you want any way you want, of course, and," he paused and winked his eye
suggestively, "if you want to try them out in private, we have nice, clean
rooms just for that purpose.  You'll find our prices as cheap as any other
market here for comparable quality." He smiled and then sighed..  "The
competition here is fierce - it forces all of us to keep our profits
unbelievably low. You gentlemen primarily interested in male or female
stock?"

     "Male," John muttered.

     "Excellent," the sales manager exclaimed.  "We have a huge supply of
interesting male stock right now.  Any particular specifications - short,
tall, light or dark skinned, fully mature and experienced or just
developing?  Unfortunately, almost all of the stock in Nicaragua is some
shade of brown or black, almost all have straight black hair although a few
have curly hair, and most have black eyes, with just a few having brown
eyes.  I haven't seen any blue or green-eyed slaves in several months now."

     "We only interested in male slaves 18 to 25 years of age, preferably
curly haired, and without too many permanent whip scars or brands on them.
And we want bodies that are sturdy, disease- resistant, and show promise of
filling out nicely if properly fed and exercised.  We're not interested in
breeding them, but overall, they should be as handsome as you've got.
Forget all the slaves that aren't necessary ugly, but aren't good looking -
especially in their faces."

     "Ah!" the sales manager exclaimed.  "You know exactly what you want!
We call that type of slave 'show quality' slaves.  They cost a bit more,
but discriminating buyers are willing to pay that little bit extra for the
quality.  Right this way, gentlemen.  We keep those slaves chained right up
here in the front to attract customers, rather than in the pens where we
keep most of them. That's what I meant by 'show' slaves.  We literally
'show' them to attract customers."

     The manager quickly led us to at least 50 male slaves all heavily
shackled to sales displays by their neck collars (with their wrists
shackled to the collar) and with their feet tightly fastened to the base of
the display so they couldn't move no matter what was done to their bodies.
John went down the line first, thoroughly fingering each slave from top to
bottom as only an experienced dealer could do.  His inspection checked out
the hair quality and thickness, the shape of the ears, the texture and
smoothness of the slave's skin, any imperfections on the slave's hide, the
amount of musculature, the slave's tit development and sensitivity, the
definition of the slave's chest, thigh, and butt muscles, the condition of
his teeth, the roughness of the slave's tongue, the clearness of his eyes,
the condition of his joints, especially his feet and hands, how quickly the
slave's genitals responded appropriately to being fondled, the appearance
of any pre-cum on the penis tip after a good stroking, how tight the
slave's hole was as it responded to a two-fingered insertion and whether
the slave's ass muscles appropriately contracted around those inserted
fingers.  My inspections were much more unprofessional.  I stroked their
cheeks to see how smooth their skin was, studied their eye lashes, tweaked
their tits for quick arousal, and hefted and massaged their balls to see
how they reacted. I also viewed them from several different angles to see
if their body appeal was better front, back, or from the side.

     "Some of these look promising," John said to the dealer.  "How much
are you asking for them?"

     "Thirty-two dollars apiece for these 'show quality' boys, but I can
knock off two dollars if you buy 20 or more.  If that's too steep for you,
we have plenty of other males in the pens within that same age range that I
could sell you for $20 to $25 dollars dependent on their body condition.
You're not going to find better prices anywhere up and down the street,"
the sales manager said pleasantly enough.

     "The price is right, but I'd like to look around a bit before
deciding.  Two bucks a head off if I buy 20 or more?" John inquired.

     "Yes, sir," the sales manager agreed.  "Look around all you want - I
doubt if the other dealers can stock any better than this meat in front of
you. They might look a little scrawny now, but you can fatten them up
easily enough if you fed them much of anything."

     "You feeding them?" John asked.

     "No, can't afford it at these prices.  That's why they're so eager to
get sold," the sales manager replied.  "They're used to being hungry all
the time - that's the main reason they are here, after all," he laughed.

     "If that's the main reason, what are the other reasons?" John pursued
the manager's train of thought.

     "These guys think any life is better than the one they had.  That's
why they put on the collars themselves. They figure an owned property that
someone actually pays money for is bound to be worth something - at least
enough to keep it alive. That's more to look forward to than their life
here.  They never expect us to fed them here because we didn't pay anything
for them - why would be fed them.  They know we're aware they won't die
right away anyway.  But we do water them, and watch them carefully so they
don't jerk off or fuck each other so they can show hard when they're
handled.  All these boys understand it's important to be able to show hard
- they don't know why exactly, but they do know the ones that don't never
get sold.  I have a feeling they think the buyers are testing their ability
to stud.  But few buyers have that in mind for these boys - they're too
small and puny to be good studs, even if they had enough food in them. Most
of these slaves wouldn't believe the real studs they keep at the breeding
farms in foreign countries. If they ever saw those guys, they'd know no one
would ever buy them for studding who was in their right mind!" he laughed.

     John was eager to look at stock in the other markets and I followed
his lead when it came to buying expeditions.  We visited every single
market up and down the street before he returned to the first one we had
gone to where he quickly bought the 20 'show' slaves he had already
thoroughly inspected, thereby claiming the discount.  All the slaves looked
overjoyed when they saw him return to their line-up, knowing he intended to
buy them this time around.  'Thank you, Master," "Gracious, Master," etc.,
rang out from each one of those selected as they all began to cry in sheer
joy before the whip silenced them.  But even the whip lashing into what
little flesh remained on them couldn't prevent the looks of pure gratitude
in their eyes for a purchaser who would buy their bodies. Mark thought to
himself that John wasn't going to have much trouble acclimating these men
to the role of slaves, no matter what he expected them to do. And it was
obvious John was going to be able to sell them, properly fattened, for at
least 50 times what he had paid for them.

     As the sales manager delightedly filled out the ownership certificates
and bills of sale, John took his felt-tip marker and started in on the
chest of each slave with his room number and a "+", followed by a big "T"
on every one of them; a "C" on about half of them with very small penises;
and an "R" on those with better sized equipment. Twirling them around, he
wrote "2" Rings on both Tits" on each of the 20 new purchases and then
signed his name on the slave's back.

        "Slaves like this sell better tit-ringed, Mark," he explained.
"Besides, as they fill out with some food in them, their tits will tend to
grow around the rings a little, adding to the look. If the customers I sell
them to don't like it, I can have them removed without too much tearing of
the flesh.


     "John then returned to the line and singled out two of the smaller men
who looked to be around 24 or 25 but had very good facial features.  He had
those two turn their backs to him once again and wrote "Fit with 2" nose
ring to match tit rings" below his instructions to tit ring them.  Again,
he signed his name, but, running out of space, he did it on the slaves'
butt.

     When I laughed as he was signing his name on the rounded butt check,
John chuckled. "Well, they said we could write our special instructions
anywhere on their body."

     John then scurried to another dealer on the strip and, with Mark close
by him, again bought 30 more slaves, similar to the first twenty. Again all
were marked with his room number and a "+", the "T", a "C" or "R" dependent
on their organ size, and all were to be fitted with tit rings.  Three of
the smallest purchases had the special additional instruction to be fitted
with a matching nose ring.

     Well, that gives me 50 at the best prices I still find unbelievable,"
John said with considerable satisfaction at the success of his buying
ventures in Nicaragua.  "Do you think, Mark, the ship will have room for
all the buying going on today?"

     "Five thousand is an awful lot of cages," Mark reminded him.  "I doubt
everyone on board bought 50 of these types of slaves anyway.  They sure are
scrawny looking, especially compared to what we saw most anywhere else
we've been. You can count the ribs on all of them."

     "Yeah, but they cost next to nothing, and most of them will fill out a
little with some good slave chow in them.  At least, you probably won't be
able to count their ribs," he laughed, "especially with the B-12 shots and
extra rations I ordered for them. Did you see anything that interested you,
Mark?" John asked.

     "Not really," Mark replied and then hesitated, "Well, possibly one
back at that other dealers."

     "Let's have a look see," John said, caught up in a buying fever.

     The new friends went back to the first dealer they had visited and,
chained over in corner near the entrance, was a nut brown boy, no more than
18 or so, who was unblemished, but had a hollowed face highlighting high
cheek bones and big round brown eyes.  His body was naturally hairless, but
the hair on his head, although jet black, was fine rather than course like
most of the Nicaraguan slaves for sale.  Although he too looked starved
with deeply exposed ribs and a butt that was little more than bone, he did
feature an unusually large penis - very thick and long compared to anything
around him - above balls that hung close to the body rather than hanging
low between his legs like his colleagues in chains.

     "Look him over for me, would you, John?" Mark asked the professional
dealer.

     "Sure," John said as he began a thorough examination of every aspect
and opening of the slave's body.  When John reached the large penis and
began manipulating it to an erection, the slave smiled and began bucking a
little in John's hand.  But when John stuck his finger up the slave's
asshole, the slave jerked and twisted in his chains, obviously not liking
what was being done to him but knowing he could do nothing about it. By the
time John determinedly got his finger all the way up the bony butthole, the
boy moaned but settled down.

     "How much?" John asked the sales manager.

     "Thirty bucks even because of the big prick," came the answer.

     Mark looked at John who nodded his ascent as he continued stroking the
boy's shaft.

     "I'll take him," Mark told the sales manager as he peeled off three
$10 bills, preferring to use pocket money for anything costing that little.

     "It'll take just a moment for me to make out an ownership certificate
and fill out a bill of sale," the sales manager said, delighted another
sale, however small, had been made.

     The slave, realizing someone had bought him, burst into tears of
elation and said the only English word he knew: "Master, Master" obviously
meant to thank the person who had bought him.

     "You want to see him cum?" John asked, still stroking him vigorously.

     "Not now, John," Mark replied whereupon John released his grip on the
boy's shaft who look frustrated as his erect penis wobbled around in the
air.

     Mark took out his felt-tip marker and wrote his room number on the
sunken chest of the starved boy.  Then he wrote a "+" and a "T".  Then he
turned the boy around and wrote on his back: "Install 1" band around base
of genitals - want slave to protrude for good display" and signed his name.

     "Going to band the bastard rather than castrate or ring him?" John
frowned.  "That's not going to keep him from knocking something up if he
gets that thing in the right hole. You'll be better off having those balls
cut off, Mark, rather than hefting them up for the whole world to see all
the time."

     "Oh, hell, John," Mark retorted.  "Who's he going to knock up stuffed
in a separate cage except when he's entertaining his masters.  The only
women on that ship are all caged themselves and never let out without
supervision. Besides, I'm buying him as a sex slave, not a labor slave or a
domestic slave.  And I like the looks of him just the way he is, especially
if we heft it up so its easy to handle.  Do you think he'll fill out with
the B-12 shots and extra feed?  Right now he looks about three days from
death."

     "He'll fill out better than most of them," John replied.  "He's so
young he's probably even got some growth in him if he had anything to grow
on in his stomach. For $30 you can't miss.  If you don't like him when we
get home, I'll buy him off of you for at least $300, so you can't really
lose."

     "You're a pal, John," Mark said sincerely.  "Just for that, I'll let
you fuck him all you want once we get some meat on that butt so pounding
him won't hurt us with those sharp flanks sticking out."  He looked at the
slave's face again and suddenly turned the slave around again to mark on
his back some more. "How big was that nose ring you ordered on some of your
purchases, John?"

     "A two-inch ring," John replied.  "Why?  Don't' tell me, the old
conservative is going to have this boy's nose ringed?" John laughed.

     "Yes.  I think it will be fun to led him around my estate with a nose
leash.  Besides, you can always fasten their nose ring to the wall and fuck
them silly.  According to Tony, that's how those slave handlers are
training those 'brute' slaves to take a good fucking.  They just hook their
nose ring to the wall and go up them.  Tony says slaves fastened like that
can't do a thing but grin and bear it, no matter how big the prick or dildo
going up them. I noticed he didn't like your finger going up his butt so
I'll need to use a big butt plug until he gets used to having his ass used
regularly.  A nose ring hooking him to the wall will make it easy to jam a
really big butt plug up him each and every day until he's learned to like
being plugged..  Besides, it'll give him a different look, especially since
he'll also be banded."

     "One thing's for sure," John laughed.  "That boy's sure going to learn
what control is all about - both those fittings are what they use on rogue
slaves that have to be broken.  People looking at your new slave will think
he was a real tiger when you bought him and you had to break him to accept
his slavery.  Look at this boy crying he's so happy someone bought him.
What a joke! He's about as far from a damn rouge as anyone could imagine."

     When they returned to the dock for reboarding, chaos abounded.  The
crowds of scum begging to be bought had never left, but this crowd of trash
goods seem, if anything, to have grown now that they realized their last
chance for being bought today was going to leave in a few minutes.  But the
real chaos were all the collared slaves being walked in long coffles to the
cargo master, all with their naked bodies covered in orange felt-tip
markings. There were so many of them it was obviously going to take hours
and hours, standing in the glaring sun, for all of them to be loaded,
identified and securely caged.  Most of them were smiling, looking forward
to being fed - anything at this point.  The crowds around, envious, were
yelling their congratulations at the chained slaves.  One mother in the
crowd broke into tears of pure joy when she saw her oldest child, collared
and chained with strange markings all over his naked body, had obviously
been sold and was about to be loaded onto the luxurious ship which no doubt
had food on it. Although she knew she'd soon be dead, her oldest, at least,
had a chance to live.  She could die happy, she decided. At least one of
her children would survive.  Mark, who happened to have bought her son,
would never realize he was the reason she was so happy.  Likewise, the
mother celebrating the sale would never know her handsome son would soon
have a ring through his nose, a thick band wrapped around his genitals
lifting them up to an obscene display, and a huge plug forced up his butt
making him walk on his toes until his ass was nicely stretched for regular
use.

     Mark and John were tired.  Tomorrow they would take tenders off the
ship for their sightseeing tours of this country and they needed to rest
up. They quickly boarded the ship, turning in the felt-tip marker at the
end of the gangplank.  The crew was collecting them to use at another port
where they might be needed.  By the time they reached their suite, Tony was
waiting for them with a welcoming smile.  In their absence, he had cleaned
the suite to perfection, changed the bed linen and bath towels, and now had
cool glasses of iced tea awaiting their return.

     "Interesting place, Nicagarua," Mark said as he gazed out the window
at the bedlam on the dock below with the long line of sold slaves patiently
waiting for processing. Could you believe those prices?"

     "No.  Unbelievable.  I feel at those prices I should storm right back
down that gangplank and buy up 50 more."

     "Our trips just half over, John.  Control yourself.  You can only take
home so many goodies, you know. Even with what you've already got, you're
going to be a mighty rich man once you get home and begin selling some of
that stock off."

     "Yes, Yes," John smiled.  "Not as rich as you, you bastard, but still,
well-heeled shall we say."

     "Beat's being well-ringed liked those boys will be you bought today,"
Mark smiled as John crackled up with laughter.

TO BE CONTINUED

Your feedback and comments are always appreciated.  Bill Smith
(anonymous4371@juno.com)