Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 20:52:56 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: The Rolls-Royce Dealer (authoritarian)
THE ROLLS-ROYCE DEALER
by Bill Smith
Brett was a very successful Rolls-Royce dealer in Los Angeles before
one of his repeat customers made an inquiry that changed his career. The
customer had just completed trading in his three year old Rolls on the
latest model and was casually writing a large check to pay the difference.
The new auto he had just purchased was waiting for him in the service
garage, a beautiful fawn color with brown leather upholstery.
"Having the ultimate automobile is one goal in life," the customer
stated, "but there are other goals that 'the rich and famous' share that an
enterprising young man like yourself might wish to provide - at a profit
that would make it well worth your time." The customer handed the $110,000
check over to Brett with a cocked eyebrow.
"Thank you, John," Brett said as he carefully folded the check and put
it in the inside pocket of his sport jacket. "I'm sure you'll like the new
model once you get used to the suicide doors in the rear."
"Yes, I'm sure I'll like the new buggy," John replied.
"But I'm intrigued with what other goals I might be able to fulfill,"
Brett said with an arched eyebrow of his own. "I assume it doesn't involve
cars per se."
"Brett, since the government seemed fit to re-institute slavery in the
United States, I'm sure, from the customer base you deal with, that you've
thought about the possibilities of opening up a new dealership specializing
in the 'Rolls-Royce's' of human livestock. You could not only sell the
car, but the chauffeur to go with the car."
John stared into Brett's eyes. "But the government offerings are just
criminals with long sentences, chronic welfare cases, drug addicts, that
sort of thing. Hardly the type Rolls customers would be interested in
owning."
"Brett, I'm surprised at your naivete. Once you've opened the door to
legal slavery, there's no limit to the possibilities. It's just a matter
of time until anyone without means or influence will find themselves
enslaved. The profits for the government are enormous and, frankly, it's
about the only way they can ever get themselves out of the financial mess
they're in: the world's largest debtor, a shrinking dollar internationally,
crushing interest payments on the national debt, and a balance-of-trade
that spells 'bankruptcy.' The slaves they've tapped so far cost them
nothing so it's pure profit. Once that pool's used up, they'll expand it -
they'll have to if they're serious about pulling the economy out of total
collapse. It's just a matter of weeks until there will be a lot more at the
auctions than a bunch of used up drug addicts and chronic welfare
recipients. Start looking for fresh young prisoners busted on a single
drug charge; some Armed Forces AWOLs, some well-turned out parole
violators, and some political dissenters charged with trumped up
'terrorist' charges. Within three to six months, I predict you can find
most anything you might desire in the so-called livestock markets.
Including, Brett, a few - very few perhaps - who would meet the
discriminating tastes of your customers."
"Provide the car and the chauffeur?" Brett said. "A package deal as
sort of a promo?"
"You could start that way, but I was thinking of a separate dealership
- one that offered the very best the markets can yield. So superb only the
wealthiest could afford them," John replied.
"I take it these wouldn't be the run-of-the-mill slaves you see
offered currently," Brett said. "The ones being bought up to do all the
work that's dirty, repetitive, boring, smelly, and sweaty. You're talking
about something you'd be proud to display in public, would add to your
prestige, and which," Brett blushed a little, "would offer sexual pleasures
others could only dream about."
"I knew you'd grasp the concept quickly," John smiled. "Owning
another human is undoubtedly the ultimate possession, especially when it's
a human others would give anything to own themselves. Besides, slaves can
never say no, no matter what is asked of them; they can never insult you;
they can never refuse; they can never embarrass you. Quite the opposite.
No matter what is asked of them, they have to do it and smile and make you
believe they want to do it again. Their very lives depend on it! Can you
imagine any better scenario than that?"
Brett gazed into John's eyes for a long time before answering. "And
you think I could arrange all this for a hefty fee?"
"Yes," John answered evenly. "You have the customer base that want
it, could easily afford it, and don't want to bother with arranging it by
themselves."
Brett knew his customer base through and through. Most had hit it big
financially or had unlimited inherited wealth. Most indulged themselves in
every whim they experienced, whether it was fantastic abodes, exotic
machinery, or chic clothes. Most also had everything they wanted - except
total control over another human's life and getting to do everything
sexually they ever wanted to do without complications, public
embarrassment, or even blackmail. Owning a slave offered total control as
well as total sexual satisfaction without any of the social consequences.
"John, it's not a bad idea. I could take all the hassle out of
ownership - no smelly auctions, visits to those dreadful holding pens, and
all that; I could pick out only the very best that I know would appeal to
my customers; and, if they had any trouble with the purchase, I could of
course handle that too. "
"Brett, most anyone buying a Rolls doesn't mind paying a little more
to have any hassles of ownership removed."
"Yes, John. I could probably make a lot more than selling just the
finest car in the world."
"Indeed you could, Brett. But you could do both. Start with the car
and the chauffeur, then branch out into buying a slave independent of the
car."
Brett thought of some slaves he'd seen featured in a recent brochure
sent to him by a local slave dealer. One handsome white in his early 20s
was shown languidly laying on a bed in a position best displaying his
beautifully shaved body and large fully aroused sex organs. Another photo
was of a very muscular black in his prime displayed as if were fucking
someone, his erect prick and taut butt prominently featured. A third photo
showed a light skinned mulatto boy on his hands and knees to best show his
ass crack, his bubble butt, and his large sex organs dangling between his
wide spread legs. He assumed the stock shown were some of the dealer's
best offerings, but even the driver of a Rolls-Royce would probably be
interested in at least one of them for a potential chauffeur if nothing
else. It was obvious from the poses shown in the brochure that the slaves
were being offered for duties other than manual labor.
"You mean, John, set up a slave dealership as exclusive as the car I
sell?" Brett asked.
"Exactly," John replied. "If you hunt hard enough, you can find the
type of stock that would be exactly what your clientele would like to
purchase for their personal use."
"Thanks, John. Sounds like a great idea. I'll give it considerable
thought," Brett said.
SIX MONTHS LATER:
His good customer John had been dead right. The market was now
flooded with slaves as the government busily offered its entire prison
population, emptied the jails, cleared out the rehab centers, and swept up
the unemployed - all now offered at public auction to anyone with the
wherewithall and the inclination to add human livestock to their home or
business. Everywhere you went you saw slaves in action - so much so, you
wondered who did all the work before slavery. They now harvested most of
the food, manned most offices, dug almost all the coal and iron ore, built
the roads, did most of the construction, filled the labor needs of almost
all industrial and manufacturing plants, took over most security posts,
quarried the stone and marble, washed the cars, staffed the cattle ranches,
did most of the logging, handled all the gardening chores, crewed your
yacht, did almost all agricultural chores, drove the trucks and buses,
chauffeured the cars, and even cleaned your pools. Not to mention all the
dirty work slaves were first assigned to do when they were relatively
scarce: sewage workers, septic tank cleaners, garbage collectors, landfill
workers, etc.
It was hard to imagine how America had managed prior to the
re-institution of slavery. At any rate, the work was now being done
cheaply, efficiently, and well. After all, there were no wages or fringe
benefits to be paid and slaves were cheap enough to buy due to the huge
supply. Efficiency was obtained with a good overseer who wasn't afraid to
use the whip and the electric prods as needed. Food was nothing more than
the cheap slave chow; clothing was nothing since most slaves were kept nude
or scantily covered with a few rags; and shelter was as simple as a
cellblock with a few bunks and a shower if you were fancy and a blanket for
sleeping on the floor and a bucket if you wanted to cut costs to the
bone. And quality work was assured through keeping slaves sex-deprived all
the time and then granting sex relief as a work privilege; access to extra
portions of slave chow; or the reward of a rest break occasionally. If
that didn't produce the desired results, branding, the bull whip, and
tasers were great motivators that seemed to work universally well with most
any slave, no matter what his background or temperament.
The last time Brett had really got out to see what was going on was
when a customer wanted a new Rolls delivered to him at his estate some 55
miles away from town - a secluded spot along the coast. In transit, Brett
saw slaves were now everywhere the eye could see doing practically
everything imaginable. They were easy to spot - almost always stripped to
the buff or with most of their body showing; usually an overseer within a
whip length's distance from them; and often manacled by their feet, their
hands, or their neck. Some had been branded with their owner's mark ,
especially those owned by a business or corporation. All had a clearly
visible slave identification mark tattooed where everyone could easily spot
the number and a scanner could read the bar code.
Brett noted it didn't take long for almost all slaves to acquire a
decent musculature - their hard work required it along with a tanned hide
to protect them from the sun. Consequently, many slaves, especially the
slaves in their late teens or twenties, were often nice to look at with
their muscular builds, their well-shaped physiques, and all of them totally
exposed for public view. Many of them showed hard a good deal of the time.
Brett understood this was due to most owners not allowing their slaves any
sexual relief except as a rarely earned reward. (Brett chuckled to himself
that he'd be hard all the time too if he couldn't get off regularly!).
It was easy to see why slaves were rapidly finding their ways into
their owner's beds. Brett's close friend Will had purchased a handsome and
most muscular 18-year-old black boy as a gardener. It wasn't three days
until that boy was being fucked by his new owner on a regular basis and had
learned to give a great blow job within two weeks. By the third week of
ownership, the attractive black boy had been loaned to me overnight to
"sell" me on the advantages of slave ownership. After one night with that
boy, I vowed I'd purchase one of my own within a month if I could find one
looking anywhere near as good as this well hung (and I must say most
compliant) boy. As my friend Will pointed out, you bought a slave to do a
job, like gardening. But that didn't mean their duties stopped there. He
advised me to keep that in mind when I was buying any slave - there was
always the possibility they could serve you sexually as well. Sex or not,
slaves were now being used for practically everything. There was
practically nothing where slaves couldn't be effectively utilized.
When Brett got the car to its new owner at his estate, the customer
had obviously embraced the easy availability of slaves nowadays. Brett
noticed naked slaves seemed to be everywhere. There was a handsome white
slave, totally naked, to park the car. A white stud, no more than 20 years
old, fully banded around his genitals, tended the front door. Inside, Brett
saw a handsome black dining room waiter with a body shaved smooth and his
sex jutting out due to a thick band around his genitals; a nude mulatto
houseboy with ringed tits; an Asian boy of about 18 cleaning wearing only a
kerchief; and an extremely muscular young white man fitted out in
skin-tight briefs, a heavy bronze collar around his neck, and heavily
ringed tits managing the house gym.
It was obvious Brett's friend had most anything available that he
could possibly want. As he showed Brett around, his friend said he had a
dozen slaves altogether now and was thinking of buying a few more in that
there was always something for them to do outside of just looking pretty
and making themselves available at any time for his pleasure and amusement.
Brett commented that he seemed to have a nice variety on hand and the
friend said he liked having different colors, different physique types,
some with hair on their bodies and some without, and different overall
looks as long as they had nice appealing bodies, a willing eager attitude
toward pleasing their master, and were, of course, well hung and ready to
perform at any given time.
As Brett went over the features of his latest model Rolls with his
friend, he asked him if he had ever had any trouble with the slaves.
"No, Brett. Buy from a good reputable dealer. They make sure they're
completely trained before they sell them off. You buy a slave cheap from a
shoddy dealer and you're likely to end up with a slave without a lick of
training, a resentful attitude in his eyes, and a lot of trouble. You can
spot a rogue slave easy enough, Brett. They generally have a lot of whip
scars all over their body showing you they haven't responded to their
training or, more likely, they haven't had any, a wild look of rebellion in
their eyes, and they're generally kept in close restraints. A well trained
slave doesn't need restraints, has a look of total acceptance in his eyes
even when you're fondling him, and he seems like he's eager to find an
owner. That's why it's important to handle a slave thoroughly before
signing the ownership papers: a well trained slave is used to having his
genitals manipulated right in public, has acclimated to being milked to
test his output, and doesn't mind having his tits played with or his balls
hefted and squeezed. That's important even if you're not buying a slave
for sex purposes - accepting a good handling is a sure sign of accepting
his status as nothing more than a piece of property - that's what they are
now, after all!"
Upon his return, Brett decided to start buying up some initial
inventory for his new complimentary dealership. He visited the most
prestigious and certainly the priciest slave dealer in town.
The dealership was a long way from the seedy little stalls you saw
slaves being sold at throughout the city. This one looked, well, sort of
like my Rolls dealership. Lots of marble floors, glistening glass windows,
crystal chandeliers, and the best quality leather furniture
A salesman dressed impeccably greeted Brett promptly.
"Did you have an appointment, sir?" he politely asked.
"Yes, I'm Brett Holwell, of Holwell's Rolls-Royce. I have a 10 o'clock
appointment."
"Of course, Mr. Holwell. We're all set up to give you a little tour
of our facility which will include an overview of our training facility,
some of the current inventory in our holding pens, and, if you wish, we can
arrange viewing of available stock in our sales room which will be stocked
with drinks and snacks for your enjoyment. I might add, Mr. Holwell, your
bank called as you had instructed and has given us clearance to charge any
purchases you might want to make to your account. We handle all the
paperwork, of course, so a purchase is simply a gentleman's agreement if
that's all right with you."
"Fine," Brett replied.
"In that case, let's start with a quick view of our intake room -
that's where we keep fresh stock just coming in that we've purchased.
Totally untrained, totally unprepared for the market, just raw material
that will take a lot of work and polish before it's marketable."
With that, he led Brett into a large warehouse type facility holding
hundreds of individual cages and cells, most of which held an unwashed,
naked body either clinging to the bars peering out in desperation, or sunk
back in fatigue and despair. Brett noticed the bodies were basically show
quality despite their dirt and grime and the smell was fairly well
controlled by huge ventilation fans located throughout the building. The
cages all had open mesh floors above a drain-like arrangement so that body
waste could be flushed away every 15 minutes or so with an automatic
flushing machine.
Brett could see from just a cursory inspection why the
dealership had purchased them: they all showed a lot of promise once
properly processed and trained. Most of them seemed to have a rough idea
of what lay ahead for them. They'd been around long enough to have
observed for themselves what slaves did and what the expectations were for
slaves in today's society. Their worry and apprehension was as to how they
could acclimate to the rigorous training they would be subjected to; what
their new owners would be like; and just what they would be expected to do
by those new owners. But they were smart enough to know that being
purchased by a high priced dealer noted for handling quality goods was a
good start at being a slave. They were likely to be well trained for their
future life; were likely to sell to a well-heeled owner; and were likely to
sell for a very high price. They weren't so dumb they didn't realize that
the more paid for the goods, in general the better the goods would be
treated.
The next room the salesman showed Brett was one of the training
facilities, in this case the salesman had chosen to show off one of the sex
training centers. The salesman said all slaves sold by the dealership,
regardless of what they were presumably purchased for, received full sexual
training to they could satisfy the desires of almost any master or mistress
that may purchase them.
"A slave never knows when an owner might take a fancy for his body.
It's far better for a slave if he knows exactly what to expect and how to
best handle the demands made upon him. Don't you agree?"
"Of course. Besides, he'll probably change hands several times at the
minimum, so a slave never knows what his next owner might want regardless
of who buys him the first time around."
"Exactly. Although most slaves in this price range can hardly expect
to not be used by someone or other in their new home. It might be a master
or mistress, one of their sons or daughters, a visiting friend or business
colleague, a dinner guest, or perhaps their overseer or house steward. A
slave never really knows who might find his body enjoyable."
It was obvious once Brett entered the room just how well trained the
slaves from this particular dealership were going to be. During the brief
visit, it was clear sucking, taking a good fucking, giving a good fuck,
licking, rimming, and almost everything imaginable was being tutored.
The slaves in training were intent on their tasks and barely noticed
there were visitors in the room watching them. Either that, or part of
their training had included learning to accept the fact others would be
watching them in sexual activities in their new lives.
"All of these seem to accept their duties pretty well. Has it taken
long to get them to this point?" Brett asked.
"A few weeks, generally. At first, we generally get some resistance.
But once they discover sex of most any type - not just the type they're
probably used to already - has pleasures of its own, the resistance just
flows away. Sex training is mainly teaching the slave he can get learn to
enjoy being used for sex - not as much as his user, probably - but still
there's some pleasure in the acts themselves. Of course, they must learn
their main function is to bring pleasure to whomever is using them -
they're not in somebody's bed to pleasure themselves!"
"That would especially be true when they're forbidden to shoot off, I
imagine, like when a mistress might want to use a stud over and over before
she's totally satisfied."
"Exactly, sir," the salesman said. "A slave has to learn his
enjoyment is within parameters set by his user - not himself. It's a hard
lesson to learn, but it can be learned in a few weeks at most.
"And, if they don't?."
"The whip is always instructive," the salesman said with a smirk.
The sex training room had a heavy smell of sweat and cum permeating
the room which gave it a heady atmosphere that was arousing in and of
itself. Brett couldn't help but speculate on how long it would take to get
him "fully trained" as the salesman put it.
"Proper sucking is important for any slave to master," the salesman
explained, "along with taking a good fucking with grace and finesse at any
and all times. Training, once it starts, is unrelenting during the three
to six weeks or so it takes to completely train a new slave to our expected
standards." Brett was impressed with two jet black identical twins, very
handsome muscular boys in their late teens, busily fucking each other over
in one corner - one brother pounding into the butt of the other who was on
his hands and knees with his legs opened as far as possible. In another
corner, one brown stud was all smiles as another brown slave had swallowed
his entire organ and was busily sucking away. "We have the slaves practice
on each other, under heavy supervision, of course. That way, they quickly
learn some of their duties can be quite enjoyable," the salesman explained.
"I don't want to hurry you, sir, but I'd like to show you some of the
slaves we have on display for immediate sale - all fully trained and with a
90-day guarantee, of course."
"Yes, it will be interesting to see just what you've got available
today. I take it there's a set price on the goods if they're not up for
auction?"
"Yes, we have a suggested selling price listed for each one," the
salesman said, patting a little book he had in his hand. "Of course, we
offer 5% off for cash or credit card purchases and we offer a discount for
multiple purchases on the same day."
"Discounts? How much?" I asked.
"Ten percent off the total for two purchases; 15% for three purchases;
20% for four. After that, it's 25% up until 10 purchases; then it's 35%
and even greater for large quantity purchases.
We entered the display room and Brett was indeed impressed. First,
there was a nice variety. Second, all the stock was obviously top quality.
Third, even a cursory inspection revealed the stock had fully accepted the
fact they were property there to be sold. Brett reminded myself any stock
he bought had to be of Rolls-Royce quality to meet the expectations of his
customer base.
It was quickly apparent even this quality dealer had a large variety on
sale: from the fresh to the well used; from the young to the past their
prime; from the eager to those accepting but lacking that extra spark of
enthusiasm. And the pricing certainly revealed the dealership knew what
the qualities were worth in the marketplace.
A beautiful muscular white was displayed perched on a horizontal pole
to best show off his body. "He's priced at $310,000," the salesman
elaborated. Another young white was being shown resting with one knee down
and his arm perched on his other knee with his arms stretched upward to
best display his perfectly proportioned body. "He's virgin and also priced
at $310,000. Another white boy was shown on his hands and feet so all his
muscles were in tension. "This one has been owned by a brothel and is
being sold for only $45,000 due to heavy usage." Next was a 6'3" brown
slave with a huge smile on his handsome face and a pair of see-through blue
shorts the only clothing on his magnificent muscular body. The shorts hid
nothing and helped highlight his heavy endowment, obvious in full
arousal. "Blacks like this run a little higher - $430,000 for this buck
who, as you can see, is eager to be sold." Next on exhibit was a dark
brown slave sitting on a stool with his legs sprayed as wide apart as
possible. "This slave's biggest selling point is his huge organ which, as
you can see, is nicely trimmed. We're only asking $85,000 for him, despite
that phenomenal prick, since he is nearly 30 years old now." Next to the
that slave was a almost chalky white boy who was manacled to the wall in
such a fashion his sex organs were thrust out in front of him and his
massive chest was prominently displayed since his neck collar was chained
to the wall next to the floor. "This was is only $135,000 but he's used -
he's had two previous owners." Next was a light brown strikingly handsome
boy who was unusual in that he wasn't body shaved, but he was displayed to
best display his hole and his huge balls. "The mulatto background makes
him unusual and adds to his attractiveness. Still, we're only asking
$182,000 for him." Beside him was a massive black, at least 6'6" tall with
massive musculature dressed in a pair of form fitting knit shorts that
emphasized his heavy sexual endowment. "This black has just had one
previous owner, is only 23, and is very well trained. He's priced at
$245,000." We moved on. "This next exceptionally good looking slave is a
fresh boy from Iowa, just out of training, just turned 18, and is priced at
$455,000." Next to him was a real looker, jet black. "This 18-year-old is
a real buy at $298,000. Not everyone likes slaves that black, which makes
him a good bargain." The last two being shown were both a medium brown
color. The first was shown with a white wool cape over his muscular
shoulders. "Well used, but beautifully trained to meet the expectations of
the most exacting owner. He's 18 years old and only $192,000 - a rare
buy." The last being shown was lying on his stomach with his muscled arms
crossed in front of him staring at us. He had a beautifully rounded bubble
butt. "This handsome 22-year-old black is all yours for only $255,000.
One previous owner and beautifully trained."
"Is this all you have available today?" I asked.
"No, we can show you others? Any particular preferences?" the salesman
answered.
"The best quality you've got," I replied immediately. "Remember I'm a
Rolls-Royce dealer."
With that subtle reminder of my expectations, the dealer took to me to
another room, less elegantly furnished - obviously a storage area with an
outside exercise yard.
"If you'd like, you can check out any of these boys in private. We
have a small but comfortable room available for customers interested in
trying a boy out for themselves before purchase. Just to make sure!" the
salesman said pointing to a nicely decorated cottage about 50 feet away.
"We understand that buying a slave from us is a major investment and
customers often appreciate a trial run so to speak."
"I thought you guaranteed your stock?" I countered.
"We do, sir. But still, a lot of customers prefer to thoroughly test
out a slave before purchasing."
"I prefer to do my testing in public. I'm buying them for resale, not
my own use necessarily. They're probably going to be given as potential
chauffeurs and house boys along with a car sale to those in my own customer
base that might be interested and don't want to bother with the hassle of
buying a slave themselves."
"I understand, sir. Check them out all you want. Are there any out
here or in the other room that you find of possible interest?"
"Yes. I'll like the one displayed on a pole selling for $310,000. The
black boy in blue shorts you're asking $430,000 for; the Iowa boy at
$455,000; and the 18-year-old black selling for $298,000. That would give
me four for a discount of 20% off the total with another 5% off for cash.
That's 1.12 million roughly. I'll buy all four for 1.1 million even."
"You're quick with figures," the salesman said, somewhat astonished.
"I sell Rolls, remember?" Brett replied.
"Let me check with the owner of the dealership, sir. I don't want to
pay that $20,000 additional discount out of my own pocket," he laughed.
"Tell him that's only $5,000 off each slave and at the prices he's
charging, that's nothing."
"Well, there's always some negotiation," the sales admitted and he
scurried to see owner of the establishment.
Within minutes, he returned with an elderly gentleman Brett recognized
from his country club.
"Well, Brett, into buying some meat, are you?" the man said laughing.
He glanced at the four selected for purchase. "Mighty pricey meat at that.
Well, what the hell, at the price you're paying, $20,000 discount isn't too
hard to swallow. They're yours at 1.1 mil and I don't think for a minute
you'll regret paying that for them."
"Neither do I or I wouldn't be here buying, Angelo," Brett said.
"My salesman said you plan to resell them?"
"Yes, Angelo, if you ever come to your senses and buy a decent car for
yourself I intend to sell you a good looking chauffeur to go with it."
"I may buy a Rolls one of these days if business keeps up, but I think,
in my case, I can furnish a chauffeur from my own stock," he laughed. "And,
Brett, I expect the same discount off the car I'm giving you on these
pieces of meat."
"You buy a new Rolls and I'll give you a lousy $20,000 off list," I
countered.
"The salesman said you didn't even try them out before buying them,"
Angelo said bemused. "Are you that straight or fucking slaves isn't your
thing?"
"I enjoy a slave now and then as well as most men, but I've got plenty
of time for that later. I thought a guarantee was a guarantee. If I don't
think they perform up to standards, I fully intend to bring them right
back. That's what my customers do!"
"Fair enough," Angelo said, handing Brett all the ownership papers
already signed and notarized and now delivered by his secretary. "You want
me to ship them over to your dealership or are you going to take them with
you. If so, it will be these boys' first ride in a Rolls I'll wager."
"I'll take them with me if they're really clean."
"They are. Be always polish them inside and out before displaying
them."
"Good. Three in the trunk, and that $480,000 black in the front seat
with me. I don't want him bruised in any way at that price and, besides, I
want to see if what's under those blue shorts is as big and yummy as it
looks."
"It is," Angelo assured him. "And enjoy!"
Brett did enjoy his new purchases over and over during the next few
days. He decided they were well worth what he had paid for them,
especially when he knew he could get a lot more from them peddled to the
right people. In the interim, he fully intended to take full advantage of
his investment. It was obvious right from the beginning the training was
so good there would be no question of returning them under the guarantee.
A YEAR LATER:
Brett made sure his slaves kept themselves in top shape, having them
practice their training routines daily when not in use. Anyone in his
inventory knew he would get rid of them instantly if they ever lost any of
their abilities to please a new owner. T
his meant each of the slaves in Brett's inventory had to make sure they
were fucked at least twice daily and, if there was no one to fuck them,
they had to mount a huge dildo in their quarts for the daily stretching of
their hole. Balls had to be drained once a week if no one had allowed them
to find relief before that. It was important to keep the cum plentiful and
flowing if customers were to be satisfied with the slaves they
bought. Sucking was so important for a slave it was important to keep in
practice. Brett required all his slaves to get at least a load of cum
every day to supplement their diet of slave chow. His slaves soon learned
to love the special treat since slave chow had little taste of its own. In
addition, all of Brett's stock had to bath no less than twice a day. No
one wanted a dirty slave for his bed and cleanliness was enforced both
inside and outside the slave's body, making frequent enemas routine.
One day, Brett was out shopping for groceries and ran into his old
friend and customer John in a boutique speciality store they both favored.
"John, I've been hoping I'd run into you. You know you're the one that
originally suggested I start peddling choice slave meat along with fancy
cars. Well, that's just what I decided to do and it's been a stellar
undertaking."
"Glad to hear that, Brett. You could sell an icebox to an Eskimo so
there's no surprise you're having success selling slaves along with
Rolls-Royce's now. Oh! I hope you haven't given up the Rolls agency?"
"Heavens, no. As you said, the two businesses are complimentary and
often overlap. I often sell a car along with a chauffeur - even a hide
color that matches the car's leather upholstery if I plan it right. And I
found even my customers not in the market for a new car right now are still
mighty interested in a real quality slave for their household or
business. It's doubled my profits."
"Brett, you left out you're probably using all that stock while it's
awaiting sale."
"That too, John. I never was one to just let stock sit around idle,
you know that."
"How about renting one of your quality stock some time?" John asked.
"Nonsense! I owe you one. Come on over when it's convenient and I'll
let you pick out whatever turns you on for a full 24 hours. No cost to an
old friend who gave me a good idea. And if you decide to buy the boy, I'll
sell him to you for no more than what I paid for him. You won't find a
better deal than that if you're in the market."
"I'll be over tonight to pick one out. And, who knows, if he's any
good I just might be tempted. Of course, if I did that, I couldn't trade
in my Rolls for another six months or so."
"Well, it may be worth it, John. Besides, the new models haven't
changed much and yours, as I recall, only has 18,000 miles or so on it.
It'll last another six months with no sweat. My question is, will you if
you buy the boy I have in mind for you?"
"You let me worry about that, Brett. You just make sure the meat you
loan me lasts."
THE NEXT DAY:
"Brett, I think you're right. The Rolls will have to last another six
months. I'm going to buy that boy off of you."
"I take it you weren't disappointed, then?"
"No, if he's any example of what you have in your inventory, he's truly
of Rolls quality."
"Thanks what I want to hear, John."
"How much for this indulgence, Brett?"
"Well, I said I'll sell him to you at cost and that's exactly what I'll
charge you. I got him at a special purchase. Only costs me $301,000.
That's because I picked him up at a dealer's bankruptcy sale. Normally,
meat like that, just 19 years old and practically a virgin, lists up in the
$500,000 range. A real buy."
"O.K. I'll call the bank and have the funds transferred over. And
have the Rolls serviced while I'm waiting for you to fill out the sales
transfer papers, will you, Brett?"
"No problem, John. And I know you're going to be satisfied with your
new purchase. Did you notice I suggested him to you last night because his
hide is the exact same shade as your Rolls' leather upholstery? Fawn
brown, Rolls calls it. You can call it whatever you like," Brett laughed.
"That's what I'll name him, Brett. Fawn Brown. As good a name as
any."
THE END
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