Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 08:44:23 -0400
From: Cool Dude <kewl_dewd73@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kirk's Journey  -  Part Four

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Part Four


Kirk had never traveled far from his home town of Sunninghill and,
now that he knew that his parents had been relatively wealthy, it
riled him a little to think that he had been deprived of family
vacations of the type his peers at school had enjoyed. At the time
he had not been resentful as he had assumed his parents were unable
to afford vacations. He resolved therefore to make every effort to
enjoy his trip to the convention in Las Vegas and he was satisfied
that Blade would look after matters adequately at Slaves r Us in his
absence. It was with some excitement then that he looked down at
the lights of Las Vegas as the plane prepared to descend, with the
Strip clearly visible.  As the hot desert air hit him on exiting
from the plane he felt quite elated. He hailed a cab outside the
airport building and was soon on his way to the convention hotel. The
hotel itself was huge, beyond his expectations, and had a Roman
theme with kitsch frescos of gladiators and slaves. He smiled at
the irony of it. He found the reception desk for the convention,
was given a name tag to wear, and was accompanied to his room by a
bellhop. (He noticed that the name of the convention was given
as "Service Industry Convention" with no direct reference to
slavery). The bellhop naturally asked him whether it was his first
visit to Las Vegas and when Kirk confessed that it was, the bellhop
looked at him conspiratorially and said if there was anything,
anything, he required he should merely utter the word.

After showering Kirk went down to one of the restaurants in the
hotel and enjoyed a steak dinner and a couple of beers. He then
wandered through the scores of slot machines at the entrance to the
casino and was amazed to see people of every type and description
feeding money into the monsters at as fast a pace as was humanly
possible. They appeared to be driven in an absolute frenzy. Deeper
into the casino he reached the tables where people in attire of
every possible type were engaged in trying to beat the odds and Kirk
became caught up in the unreality of it all. He desisted from
joining in the madness but nevertheless enjoyed the headiness of the
gambling. To his surprise he came upon quite a number of slaves
kneeling beside their Masters at the blackjack tables secured in a
variety of ways. Most were shaven of all their hair in the accepted
slave style although some had unusual haircuts which accompanied
rather comical outfits. All the slaves were clothed as nudity was
not permitted in the casino. Kirk was impressed as without
exception the slaves appeared to be completely unaffected by what
was going on around them and kept their heads bowed and eyes down.
It was a credit to the industry he thought. Quite frequently
revellers who were the worse for wear would bait the slaves as they
passed and the slaves bore it all stoically. He stared at a rather
pretty boy of about 18 for quite some time and the slave must have
become aware of his stare, because suddenly the boy's eyes briefly
caught his and a momentary smile crossed his face. What a little
flirt! thought Kirk but nevertheless he was aware of a slight
hardening of his dick in his pants. He moved away quickly and
decided to retire to his room and enjoy an early night.
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The programmed events of the convention were scheduled to last two
days and Kirk discovered that many of the speakers merely rehashed a
lot of stuff that was common knowledge to most and he found it
boring. However, he was interested to hear of views of people in
law enforcement. The perception was that there was a definite
hardening of attitudes among the various law enforcement agencies
regarding the treatment of criminals, ranging from those who had
committed relatively minor misdemeanors to hardened felons. The
administration had let it be known that the authorities on the
ground would have its full support in using an iron fist in dealing
with people who fell foul of the law with the result that the prison
population was soaring. To ease matters the courts were more and
more frequently passing down slavery orders on offenders and the
various parties who had interests in the slave trade were finding
their hands full, not that there were any complaints. To compound
matters, some states had now legislated that in future the
definition of a juvenile would be a person under the age of 16, not
18. Furthermore, due to the general malaise in the economy many
families were finding it difficult to keep their heads above water
and the voluntary enslavement of a child by its parents helped in
two ways; there was one less mouth to feed and the sale price of
that child provided the means to support the rest of the family.
Kirk had seen this coming and resolved that he would focus on taking
advantage of the situation.

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On the evening of the first day of the convention a cocktail party
had been organized and it was possible to meet and exchange views
with other delegates. I attracted some attention due to my age.
During the course of the cocktail party a young latino-looking guy who
I had noticed earlier in the day came across and introduced himself
to me. His name was Carlos Mendoza and he informed me he was a
visitor from Catalonia, a Latin American country. He smiled and
said to me in good English, "It seems that we are attracting
attention due to our age. As if age matters at all in the
business of slaves!" He grinned showing off a set of perfect white
teeth. He was a handsome young man, about 24 years of age, and was
wearing expensive clothing. "We are strangers, I know, but if you
have no other commitments tonite, why don't we have dinner
together? I happen to know there is an excellent Mexican restaurant
in the hotel." I accepted his invitation and we agreed to meet in
an hour's time.

I showered and changed into slacks and a sport coat and tie and
rendezvous-ed with Carlos in the restaurant. He ordered what turned
out to be an excellent meal and neither of us had much to drink, a
mineral water and two glasses each of a chilled Californian white
wine. As we settled back to enjoy coffee and a liqueur, he asked me
what my involvement was in the slave trade. I briefly told him
about my ownership of Slaves r Us and he seemed genuinely impressed
that a guy going on 22 should own a dealership. He asked whether I
was actively involved in buying and selling stock on my own behalf
and I explained to him that I was aiming to go that route but that
finance was hobbling me. I hadn't realized how long capital was tied
up between the purchase and ultimate sale of stock. He mused for a
while and then said "Kirk, maybe we can do some business together.
It may be that when I put my proposition to you that you will not
feel comfortable with it. If that is the case, just say so and we
will forget about it. No harm done. OK?" I said "Sure thing."

He informed me that his father had for many years been involved in
the brothel trade, which was not an uncommon thing in his country,
and that he had amassed a lot of money. At that time slavery was
illegal and the brothels had to be staffed with whores who had been
coerced in one way or another into the trade. A few years ago his
father died and he as the oldest son inherited what turned out to be
a string of brothels across the country. His father's death
coincided with the reintroduction of slavery in his country and the
brothels now operated to a large extent using brothel slaves. Since
both prostitution and slavery were now legal his businesses had been
legitimized and the stigma which had attached to his father no
longer existed. He carried on "In Latin America there is of course
no shortage of black and latino slaves but we always have trouble in
obtaining sufficient, for want of a better word, "anglo" slaves. The
most obvious source of supply is of course the USA but I just don't
have the time to seek the stock out. I could of course attend the
auctions in the large cities but prices there are extortionately
high whereas I am sure that in less populated states like your own,
top grade stock at reasonable prices must be available. What
I would like to know is would you be interested in acting as my
agent in procuring suitable stock on my behalf?" The offer came as a
surprise of course and, although I was interested in this potential
new source of revenue, I needed to think it through. I told him how
I felt about the matter and he informed me that there was no hurry
and that I could take whatever time was necessary to think about
it. I then told him that a major stumbling block might exist and he
asked what that might be. I explained to him that I had absolutely
no experience in dealing with female slaves. He laughed out loud
and said "Good heavens, man, I thought I had already mentioned that
my brothels are all-male houses! I would like to suggest that you
pay us a visit in order to get an idea of how we operate and to
apprise yourself of the type of boy we require." I accepted the
invitation and we exchanged business cards with a view to organizing
my trip.

The following day I attended the presentations at the convention and
the only ones that made an impression on me were a couple made by
new firms who were specializing in the breaking in of newly-enslaved
properties. This was a new departure necessitated by difficulties
new owners were having in taming their slaves despite their having
been processed at facilities like Slaves r Us. There was also a
display by a company which manufactured and marketed all manner of
tools of the trade, such as, whips, tawses, canes, shocking devices,
hoods, gags, restraints, collars, etc. The range was awesome and I
obtained much of their marketing material to show Blade.

That evening I decided to have an early night as I had an early
flight to catch and ordered dinner from room service. About a half-
hour later there was a knock and when I opened the door I was
confronted by a young waiter who truly took my breath away. He must
have been 19 or 20 and the first thing that struck me was the beauty
of his face. He was fair with a soft tan and his eyes (which were
particularly striking), nose and mouth combined to form really
attractive features. He was dark blonde and his hair was cut short
in the latest fashion. He was about 5'8", 145, and although he was
clad in a waiter's uniform, I could see how well proportioned his
body was. I asked him to enter and while he was setting out my
meal, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was certainly used to
attracting this sort of attention and as he prepared to leave, he
caught my gaze for one long moment and gave me a knowing smile. I
thanked him and he left the room.

I had not been dating for a while now and, when I did, I did not
derive much enjoyment from it. The girls I dated were attractive
enough (I had never had problems in attracting the opposite sex) but
at the end of the evening, even if my date was signalling promises of
more to come, I would take my leave as I just didn't feel into it.
I had begun to wonder about my sexuality and matters were not made
any easier by my close proximity to the young males that passed
through our hands at Slaves r Us. Many was the time that I found
myself sexually aroused at work but I put it down to the fact that I
wasn't getting enough. I told myself that, being in Las Vegas, I
should have contacted the bellhop and arranged for a call girl to
come to my room. However I just did not have the inclination to do
so. I decided that I would jack myself off one more time.

I was laying on the spacious double bed clad in just my boxers
watching the 11pm news when there was a sudden knock. I went to
door and opened it and there was the waiter guy. He was obviously
off duty now as he was wearing street clothes. He had on expensive
looking jeans, a clearly expensive shirt, a wide brown leather
belt, and loafers. We looked at each other neither saying a word; I
moved back and he entered. Once he was inside the room, he smiled
at me and said "Dude, you are an attractive looking guy, but its
still gonna cost you 200 bucks." I laughed and replied "But are
you worth it?" He responded "You get a full money-back
guarantee." I took out two 100-dollar bills and put them on the
dresser in the time-honored fashion. He chuckled and started to
undress. Meanwhile I lay back on the bed and soon he joined me
there. Of course this was a business transaction so he went about
his work without delay. He leaned over me and started to use his
tongue on my body running the tip of it around my nipples and then
nibbling on them gently. I became aroused and more so as he
proceeded to run his tongue down the center of my chest to my belly
button. He ran his tongue around the inside of my belly button for
a short while then licked down my sparse treasure trail. When he
reached the waistband of my boxers he lifted it with his teeth until
my dick popped out. It hit him in the face and he said "Ouch!" He
told me to lift my ass and he proceeded to take off my boxers. He
spread my legs and got between them going down on my cock which was
hard against my belly. He ran his tongue along the underside of it
and worked his way to the head which he proceeded to suck into his
mouth all the time using his tongue to lick around it. I was by this
time going crazy and felt an urgent need to cum. I pushed his head
down on my dick and he went all the way until his face was in my
pubes. He started to suck up and down real hard with his lips tight
around my dick and his tongue running along the underside of it. He
went back to the head once more furiously using his tongue and then
before I could say a word I started to orgasm into his mouth. He
continued to suck on my dick until I was spent then moved to the
bathroom where presumably he spat out my load. He came back to the
bed and lay next to me. After a while he said "Are you going to
jerk me off?" Well, I had never before done anything of that kind
but suddenly it seemed quite natural for me to accede to his
request. I slowly masturbated him then, before I knew what I was
doing, went down on him and took his dick in my mouth. I sucked him
softly until he was close then gave his dick a few jerks and he came
all over his chest and belly. He lay there for a while then got up
and went into the bathroom and showered. When he came out dressed
he asked "Well, do I get to take the money?" I laughed and went to
my wallet and gave him a 20 dollar tip. He kissed me softly on the
lips and was gone. I lay back on the bed and went into a deep
satisfied slumber.

I was up early the next morning to catch my flight. On the way home I
started to think about the proposition which Carlos Mendoza had made
to me.


To be continued ......


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