Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 16:38:22 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: Surplus Sale (Authoritarian)
SURPLUS SALE
by Bill Smith
The newspaper ad caught my attention immediately.
"SURPLUS STOCK AT GIVEAWAY PRICES! Our breeding operations have been
too successful over the last few years. Consequently, we are seriously
overstocked with male slaves in the 17 to 19 year old range classified as
Category 3 stock (average in looks, build and sexual equipment). But all
have been carefully bred, trained since birth for a life of servitude, and
all are eager to please a new master. Most are white, average in height,
and are the products of a wide range of high quality genetic breeding
stock. If you're looking for an entry level 'starter' slave at a bargain
price, this is your big chance. Our ridiculously low prices are aimed at
the first time slave owner who, up until now, didn't think he could afford
a slave of his own. With prices as low as $20,000, almost anyone can
afford at least one of these slaves, if not several."
The smaller print under the banner spelled out the financial details.
"These slaves can be purchased on the installment plan on a five year basis
- just $333 a month for a $20,000 slave. That's less than your car
payments probably and will cost you just $11 a day for guaranteed pleasure
provided any time you want it, just like you want it, day or night. If you
have your new slave service you as little as four times a day (although
most will probably want to use the slave a great deal more than that),
that's under $3 a fuck or a perfect blow job and even less if you use the
slave more than that. And, after a mere five years, it won't cost you
anything at all! Even if you trade the slave in then for a Category 1 or 2
slave, these Category 3 slaves are noted for having good resale value
throughout their 20s and 30s if you take reasonable care of your property.
In fact, at current used slave pricing, you can expect the slave to be
worth at least $10,000 when you trade them in after five years. That makes
your per day actual cost only $5.50 a day and each usage only $1.50, less
than the cost of a decent condom if you're still into having your sexual
needs met by other means (and that's taking into account the constant risk
of disease when you use ordinary brothel slaves or free prostitutes."
"Our loss (due to poor management planning) will be your gain! Take
advantage now. Inspection of stock will take place at SlaveNow warehouse
(adjoining our more formal auction center) at 400 N. Coastal Rd from 8 AM
to Noon this coming Saturday. All stock will be marked on their back at a
non-negotiable price, starting at $20,000 to no more than $22,000 (most are
being offered at the $20,000 price to make sure we clear out all our stock)
and can be collected immediately upon payment by credit card, installment
plan arrangements with a 10% down payment, or check or cash. Those not sold
by Noon will be offered at auction starting at 1 PM with a $20,000 minimum
bid on all stock.
"At these liquidation prices, stock is sold 'as is' with no
guarantees, but these properties are from one of our finest breeding
operations. They are sold 'au natural:'
- They are not collared yet, so bring at least a spare belt or an
old dog collar to put around their neck until you get them home. Aluminum
or copper collars can be permanently installed at the site for only $15.00
extra.
- They are not branded yet, although this can be done at the
warehouse for a mere $10 if all you want is the standard slave brand on
their butt and pectoral.
- They are not tattooed with an identification number, although
assignment of such a number and installation of the tattoo wherever you
want it can be arranged and performed on site before you leave for an
additional $15.00.
- All properties being offered have not been body shaved,
although this can be done by SlaveNow's own slave staff immediately after
purchase for an additional fee of $5.00.
- Most of the stock has not been tit ringed yet, but if you want
this popular accessory installed before leaving, it can be arranged for a
mere $6.00 for both tits ($4.00 for one tit only).
- Genital banding, highly recommended for both appearance and
control, can be performed on grounds for an additional $10.00 (your choice
of either aluminum or copper bands).
- Wrist and ankle bracelets can be welded on in either copper or
aluminum at site for only $10.00 per set for wrists; $10.00 per set for
ankles.
- A slave name can be tattooed onto the slave's chest or back (or
both) for only $15.00 either front or back ($25.00 for both).
- A nose ring through the septum can be quickly installed at the
site for only $20.00 extra but this accessory generally requires a week or
so to heal and probably should be done at a later time.
- A slave leash for your new property (that you fasten to their
collar, tit rings, genital band, or their nose ring) can be purchased for
only $5.00 extra.
Thus, for only $91 extra, you can have your new purchase fully fitted
and looking like a real slave: collared, branded, body shaved, an SIN
number permanently installed, fully tit ringed, genitally banded with
matching ankle bracelets, and with its new name proudly proclaimed on
either its front of back and being led by a brand new leash to its new
home. For $111, you can led your new property home by its newly installed
nose ring."
Who could ignore a deal like that? For over a year now, four of my
best buddies and I had scrounged around every time we got horny, either
begging and borrowing the use of one of our wealthier friend's slaves,
visiting one of the local slave brothels, or, most likely, using our right
hand while we fantasized about owning a slave ourselves. All five of us
could afford our own slave at these prices, especially with the installment
plan they offered.
I immediately conference called them and found each of them had
already seen the advert and were as excited about it as I was. We quickly
made plans to meet early for breakfast on the day of the big event, share
any additional information we had at that time, and get ourselves over to
the sales site long before it officially opened so we could be among the
first to look over any available stock already in place. All of us vowed
we would have all our finances in order to qualify for the installment
plan, would take whatever was available at those prices without too much
quibbling about these low priced offerings, and, laughing, promised that
whatever we bought would be shared and shared alike once we had taken out
fill of them that very night. "The Five Musketeeers" one of us quipped,
while another one said "If we got together every night and shared, it would
be like buying five slaves instead of just one." Truthfully, we didn't
expect much for the price, but anything was better than what we had
now. Not one of us had a clue as to what a "Category 3" slave was or
wasn't. When you don't have any slaves at all, the various categories
don't make much sense although we all thought "Category 3" must be the pits
of slave offerings, given the unbelievably low price. Still, if it was
alive and breathing, it was better than what we had right now!
My four friends, Bret, Jeff, Jacob, and George were an interesting lot
if I do say so myself. All we had in common was our youth, our strong sex
drives, our reasonable good looks, and our lack of much hard capital. We
all had jobs of a sort, although none of us would get rich in those
positions. We all loved using slaves to satisfy our sexual needs when we
could get our hands on them, and all of us preferred male to female meat,
all things being equal. In fact, all of us preferred slaves to any other
sexual partners - you didn't have to play games with slaves like you often
had to with free partners. Slaves knew exactly why you were interested in
them - their bodies were there for the taking without a bunch of nonsense
about loving them, etc. Furthermore, slaves understood completely their
welfare depended on making sure they pleased you, no matter what you wanted
and that makes all the difference in the world when you think of having sex
with a free person. One thing we all agreed on: slaves were on this earth
to sexually satisfy their betters if they had no other purpose whatsoever,
although we were all aware slaves actually made the economy work, what with
their almost universal use nowadays to man the factories, work the
construction sites, service most public functions, and keep the
infrastructure and utilities in good shape. We also knew that in our
society, there was always the chance one would end up a slave himself,
given the current criminal codes, the tendencies of the courts to sentence
slavery for almost any violations whatsoever, and widespread kidnaping to
supply a strong 'black market' in slaves. You didn't have to be born a
slave to be one in today's society - over 40% in the slave markets today
had never been near a breeding farm! Therefore, deep down inside, we knew
slaves were no different than the five of us - it's just they were slaves
for one reason or another and we weren't. But that small distinction made
all the difference in the world!
Bret actually worked for the courts as a bailiff. As such, he was
around slaves all the time, especially those newly imprisoned as he was
responsible for getting them into the court room for sentencing, taken back
to their cells after sentencing, and getting them ready to take to
court-scheduled auctions. Bret was well equipped physically for the job:
well built, muscular, and imposing in looks, he looked the part of a
bailiff in his tight black court uniform, his usual sunglasses and cap, and
the cigar seemingly permanently in his mouth. Being around all that slave
meat each and every day made it especially difficult for him not to own
even one slave himself. Almost unbelievably, the courts had some strange
rule that court employees couldn't sexually use the prisoners, the thought
being it would interfere with their work. He felt like a kid in a candy
store and resented the silly rule but knew he would lose his job if he
taste the goodies all around him..
As a result, Bret came home from work each night hard and dripping
just thinking about all the available slave meat so near and yet so
unobtainable to him. Each day he saw his share of cute little slaveboys
stripped nude and knew that within a day or so they would be in some lucky
owner's bed having the stuffing fucked out of them. It just wasn't going to
be him. Overall, he was the epitome of sexual frustration and when he did
get his hands on a slave at the local brothels or through some friend's
generous loan, that poor slave knew he'd been well used before Bret was
through with him. Usually by the end of a work day, his tight pants were
soaked with all the precum that had satiated through the cloth and he
admitted he had to put on a fresh pair of trousers to even go out that
night.
Jeff, the second of my group of friends, worked for the city
supervising construction slaves who generally were strong and lanky, but
not noted for their looks. He was good at his job, exhibiting great skill
in use of the widely used 12-thong slave whip, knowing his job was to get
the last ounce of work out of the slaves possible. His job did have one
advantage, though. During the lunch breaks, supervisors were allowed to
use any slave they wanted as long as it didn't effect their work that
afternoon. Jeff was especially turned on by a young Italian slave in his
work squad and every day, exactly at 12:30 PM, the Italian not only got a
hot cum dessert courtesy of his whip-wielding supervisor, but also had his
ass well stretched while Jeff fucked him. It was a nice fringe benefit of
his job, one that Bret thought should be mandatory for all those working
with slaves. The Italian slave was so used to it he had stopped thinking
about master's privileges long ago. It was just a fact of being a slave as
far as he could ascertain and, compared to the use the old and ugly cage
master put him to each and every night, Jeff's usage was almost a relief.
Jacob, another in the group of friends, was about as well built as men
get, slave or free. He prided himself on his body and showed it off every
chance he got. He admitted he wouldn't mind being nude all the time as
most slaves were required to be these days and also liked the way some
masters lusted after their slave properties that were exceptionally good
looking. We all thought that if you could sell yourself into slavery, Jacob
would probably be first in line, especially if he had a good looking master
lined up to buy him. He was currently a bricklayer, working alongside
mainly slaves - a fact that kept his salary low and his job in constant
peril. On the one hand, he resented slavery in that they threatened his
job; on the other hand, he certainly bedded them down every time he got a
chance, including quite a bit at work sites where the slaves he worked with
were often willing enough to offer him full use of their bodies in return
for a candy bar or secretly sharing part of his Coke when their supervisor
wasn't looking.. Compared to the use they were put to every night back in
the slave dorms by their fellow slaves or their ugly dorm masters, Jacob's
body was a real treat and he treated them with the respect of a co-worker
more than just a slave. In fact, he was so popular at the work sites, the
slaves often had fantasies of being owned by their good looking free
bricklayer. But Jacob had little money, respect, or job security in the
free world and owning a slave himself was a life long dream.
George, the fourth in our group, was a black who was still in law
school. He aspired to be an attorney specializing in slave law once he
graduated where he would arbitrate disputes regarding ownership, estate
sales, and distribution of 'illegal' properties caught up in black market
operations. Right now, like the rest of us, he was poor, lacked much
respect from others, and looked forward to the day he could own a slave
himself. In the interim, like the rest of us, he took what he could get.
One part-time job that he had grabbed onto was training new slaves to the
typical demands of slavery whether they be newly made slaves or slaves
coming of age on the breeding farms. In that job, mainly done around his
classes at law school and most weekends, he introduced slaves to their
probable sexual duties once they were purchased. This mainly involved
getting them used to being fondled freely, being on their knees swallowing
a big one down their throat, or on their hands and knees (or sometimes
their back) taking a nice big real live prick up their ass. Although the
job didn't pay much, he enjoyed the work and was certainly equipped for the
task at hand, a fact that had landed him the job to start with. George
found most of the formerly-free white slave (and even a few of the bred
slaves) had never had a black fuck them before and didn't quite know what
to expect. Once he was through with them, they realized it was no
different that any other trainer - it was size that mattered, not color of
skin, in learning how to adjust to their new realities. George himself
preferred to own a black slave if he could find one, but it really didn't
matter too much. Looks and attitude were more important than skin tone
when you got right down to it, he admitted.
I was the fifth in our group. My name is Sam - actually Samuel
Sebastian Sirocca. I'm about 5'11", reasonably well built, olive colored
with dark eyes, and my parents were originally from Crete. I'm a diesel
mechanic just finishing up an apprenticeship, but right now my pay is just
enough to eke out a tiny apartment, a five-year-old car, a couple of
changes of clothes where I look decent, and enough to eat. My main assets
are my dark Mediterranean good looks, a nice body, tackle I'm certainly not
ashamed of, and, of course, my inherent charm and personality. In the group
of five, I'm the one that's had the closest brush with enslavement myself.
About two years ago, when I was 17, I was caught selling some pot down at
the diesel repair shop, got formally charged and ended up in court (not
Bret's place, thank goodness). Due to pure good luck, the case didn't hold
because the arresting officer failed to record the evidence (probably
smoking it himself) and I got released the day of my hearing. If that
copper had been able to produce the evidence, I would have been auctioned
off at the tender age of 17 and no telling where I would be now. Probably,
according to my friends, spreading my legs in some slave brothel since
Mediterranean males were much in vogue right now.
The morning of the big sale arrived. The five of us had a good
breakfast we hoped would last throughout the day and we were among the
first to enter the inspection yard, actually about 30 minutes before the
scheduled time. What we saw was a lot better than anything we expected.
Some slaves in the closest holding cells hadn't been awakened yet and were
still sound asleep when we peeked into their cages. These late risers,
totally naked of course, looked to be young, handsome, and completely body
shaved although devoid, as they said, of the usual slave identity and
control devices. They were so good looking and so well hung we assumed
these weren't among the "Category 3's" offered for sale and moved on.
In the next area, the slaves were already up and, pressing against the
bars of their cages, were studying us as much as we were studying them.
Their look told us they were well aware their fate depended on who bought
them. They were already trying to lure what looked like a good master into
buying them, so we assumed they were probably "Category 3's". It was
obvious from their blatant hard-ons they found us attractive as well. What
we saw at this point looked mighty good considering the price. Some were
so good looking it was hard to believe they had been classified as only
Category 3 and we worried that we were probably wrong in thinking it was
them that were to be sold that day. We got hard just looking at them and
could hardly wait to get our hands on them to see if they felt as good as
they looked. We couldn't imagine what a Category 2, let alone a Category
1, must look like if these boys were actually the Category 3's advertised
for sale.
As we walked to another large barn, slaves looked like they had been
up for hours, and were busily engaged in a last-minute warm up for the
upcoming inspection which I suppose served as a reminder of all the
training they had received up to that point. We were almost certain that
these slaves must be the promised Category 3's up for sale. Their
overseers were having them use each other for the sexual warm-up exercises
as their trainers hadn't accompanied them to the sale and the overseers
were far too busy with other matters to do this themselves on a sales day.
The slaves we saw here took to this assignment readily enough (especially
since it was right out in public view) and seemed to know exactly what to
do - a sure sign they had been well trained and that they pretty well knew
what to expect once they had been purchased by a new owner. Some were
being fucked, some were put to sucking, still others were stroking
themselves into a good display. Every slave we saw so far was very good
looking, obviously well trained, and nicely equipped for any sexual duties
their new owners might want.
All five of us couldn't begin to believe these boys were going to be
sold for only $20,000. There must be some trick involved here. Surely
goods like this would be sold for at least $100,000 minimum and the $20,000
advert had only been a lure to get us in here and then try to extract a
$100,000 out of us once we were all hot and bothered for the goods being
offered.
But the salespeople assigned around the perimeter assured us this
wasn't the case. They said each and every boy we saw in action as they
warmed them up for the sale was going for the advertised $20,000 price.
Those costing more weren't even being displayed at this point, they added.
"When we said we were over-stocked, we weren't kidding," one of the
salesman said. "We've got thousands just like this we simply have to get
rid of - we never dreamed 18 years ago the studding operations would be so
successful. But successful they were - we're simply overrun with stock and
the only way to get rid of it is to knock it down to rock bottom prices and
sell it to 'first time' entry-level slave owners."
"Any of you ever owned a slave before?" another salesman asked. When
we shook our heads, he brightened up. "Then you're the type of buyer we
were hoping to attract today. New masters who never dreamed they would be
able to afford a slave of their own, let alone boys looking like this and
fairly well trained, considering they really have no experience under their
belts yet."
"What belts?" another salesman laughed. "These boys have never had a
stitch of clothing on as far as I know, let alone a belt."
"I wasn't talking about a belt like you and I wear, dummy. I'm
talking about the belts a good owner will use in training them properly."
"Oh, you mean a belt across their back," the other salesman responded.
"Most of us call them whips nowadays."
"Whatever," the first salesman said. "Shall be compromise? A slave
lash? Does that suit you. I re-phase myself. 'They really have little
experience under the lash yet'? Is that better?"
"Much clearer," his fellow salesman laughed.
The five of us just stared at the salesmen in their jocular exchange.
Obviously, humor in the slave pens was somewhat more sophisticated than the
world we came from and we felt rather rustic. We 'whipped' slaves who were
'buck naked' where we came from and that was that.
In the nearby holding areas, sighs and moans reached our ears as one
boy after another responded to the attentions he was receiving from his
fellow slaves in this 'warm up' period. None of them, under threat of the
whip, were allowed to shoot off. This exercise was just to get them
showing well at the inspection period. Draining their balls now might
cause a lose of ardor once a potential buyer started inspecting their
bodies seriously.
What impressed all of us was that the slaves weren't in the slightest
embarrassed or humiliated by this wanton display of their bodies nor did
they seem to resent in any way being required to stimulate their fellow
slaves for show. It was obvious this was simply part of their life now and
they expected nothing less. It was a good sign if you were buying them
primarily for the pleasure they could offer you in your own bed.
Once we could tear our eyes away from the scenes around us, we all
gave each other the high sign - to us, it seemed we were in 'the right
place at the right time' for a change. Everywhere we looked, the action
just got better and better and the bodies involved got more and more
attractive - maybe because slaves always seem to look better when they're
actually doing what they're trained to do. It seemed such a waste, though,
to see them utilizing their energies on each other when they could have
been bringing even greater pleasure to us, horny as we were by this time.
Such scenes only made us eager to look the stock over ourselves and,
within a few minutes, the opportunity presented itself in the huge tent
where the available properties were being placed one by one for our
inspection. Each slave was chained in place on a small podium by a leg
manacle, thereby allowing him to turn around, bend over, and thrust himself
out for inspection without limitation. There were literally thousands of
them altogether. But the potential buyers were pouring in as well,
although there were still far more slaves than buyers even by midmorning.
"If more buyers don't show up, we better hope some of them buy up
several offerings," I overheard one of the salesmen say to another,"
reflecting his worry, "or we're going to have a lot of stock left over."
"Don't worry, John. "Several of them have already told me they plan
to buy several at these prices. And I recognize some agents from the big
hotel, resort, and brothel chains. All the big corporations have buyers
here, I think. Look at their briefcases, John. See the logos on them?
Hilton, Marriott, Hyatt, Global Enterprises, Acme Entertainment,
Halliburton - all the big boys are here. I recognize them from our last
big sale. They buy up in the hundreds sometimes to restock the brothels
and resorts the big chains have set up. Slaves there sort of loose their
charm after five or ten years of heavy use so they need to buy up fresh
stock periodically. This is a great chance for them to do just that.
Hell, all they're looking for is fresh meat - they don't give a damn if
they even know how to suck someone at this point - they can always train
them themselves at these prices."
The five of us took our time looking over just as many as we could in
the available time. Within the next two or three hours, our hands stroked,
fondled, caressed, and squeezed enough man flesh to last a lifetime. Our
hands were covered in sticky precum, body oils, sweat, and even drool as we
put hundreds of boys through thorough body inspections of every cavity they
had, their erect throbbing organ, their swollen balls and tits, their
teeth, their head hair, their muscles, their butt, the inside of their
asschute, their prostate button, and every aspect of their facial features.
By the time the auction started, we were worn out from touching so much
skin, handling so many big distended pricks, and squeezing so many swollen
balls and tits. The slaves being inspected so wantonly were sweaty,
throbbing in their chronic need to gain some sexual release, but still
willing to remain standing patiently as their sore tits were rubbed once
again, their pricks were stroked until chafed, their balls were massaged
and squeezed until they ached, and their assholes were sore and swollen
from having so many fingers and huge dildos thrust up them and then
pumped. Their endless patience in being inspected was a solid testament to
their training.
Some of the slaves had been ordered not to hold back their output,
despite their training, so an owner could sample their man cream. In those
cases, little paper cups were provided to catch the output so the potential
buyer could see for himself the total quantity produced, taste the cream
for himself, and feel its thickness and viscosity. Such exercises were
common enough when a slave was being considered as a stud for a breeding
operation or as a 'milk' stud where an owner enjoyed "tonics" or
"appetizers" or "youth elixirs" from his male slaves periodically. Slaves
put through such 'output' exercises became quickly fatigued as the day wore
on and were practically exhausted toward the end of the inspection period,
often with a prick sore and bleeding from all the pumping if he was being
considered by a number of different buyers.
The five of us, naive as we were when it came to slave sales, were
really amazed at the number of female buyers. I guess we were still
thinking it was a man's world. Wrong! First, many of the corporate agents
were females which made sense when you thought of what use slaves were put
to at the resorts where straight females often flocked to enjoy themselves
discretely with no complications and the male slaves put at their disposal
had to meet every request without hesitation. Second, many females, like
us, were out to buy an 'entry-level slave' for themselves. So, much to our
surprise, our bidding was in competition with heterosexual females in that
we were both looking for about the same thing: a well built compliant male
slave who would do exactly what we wanted to bring us pleasure. We were
astonished, though, that these female buyers pulled no punches when it came
to inspection of the males being offered. Pricks were stroked to full
erection and then continued to see how well the slave could control his
pending ejaculation - especially important with females, we realized, who
wanted studs who could serve them as long as they wanted - probably for
hours if the truth were known. Balls were hefted and weighed as if they
were buying a stud bull and the slave's tits were squeezed and massaged
until they rivaled their own in size. Muscles, especially the pecs and
butt muscles, were stroked and prodded as if they were buying a side of
beef. Pretty faces seemed to be as important as a big prick and, as you
watched their female buyers looking the stock over, you got the impression
that what their friends would think of their new stud was as important as
what they thought. At least, that's what the chatter among them seem to
indicate as they looked the stock over in their own unique way.
"What do you think, Mother? Do you think he's cute?" a young girl, not
very attractive, asked as she stroked a slave about her age to a full
erection.
"He'll do if you think he's up to making us both happy," the rather
haggard looking mother replied as she reached over and, pushing her
daughter's hand away, placed the exceptionally large prick into her own
hand.
"Georgia, do you think he'd looked good with heavy tit rings?" another
women, looking to be about 50 asked. "I want something I can show off when
I go shopping."
"Janet, they won't even notice his tits if you ring his prick
properly. That's what I do - band his genitals tight so they really thrust
out. That way he'd get everyone's attention - especially since he's so
well hung to start with." The slave being discussed, handsome to a fault,
stared at the ground in front of him as he'd been taught to show his
respect for free persons, most of all free persons who might end up his
owner.
"Pauline, do you think this slave's balls hang too low?" a middle aged
woman asked her fellow shopper as she hefted the young slave's ball sac to
demonstrate her point as the slave, surprisingly considering all he had
been put through that day, turned beet red in embarrassment.
The five of us all seemed to notice the female buyers especially liked
to handle the slave's pricks, laying the huge swollen offerings out on the
palm of their hands as if to study them microscopically, pumping them
unrelentingly, and constantly playing with the foreskins. We never could
understand exactly why in that they didn't seem nearly as interested in
size of the organs as the male buyers, but much more interested in how the
slaves looked at them as they were being handled by the interested
females. Slaves under inspection caught on to this quickly and frequently
winked at the females handling them, thrust themselves out into the
feminine hands holding their organs with an inviting smile, or looking
shyly downward as if the female's attention to their body was overwhelming
or even embarrassing to them. Those same slaves didn't bother using such
tawdry tricks when a male buyer was inspecting them. There it was
straightforward - you want it; here it is! Pay your money, here's your
meat!
But each of us, despite the female competition, had found exactly what
we wanted, all at the promised $20,000 price.
Bret bought a cute little American boy who had just turned 18. He
was, as advertised, totally devoid of brands and markings at this point and
remained unshaven when Bret bought him. But that wasn't to last long.
Bret arranged to have him totally body shaved, collared, tit ringed,
genitally and ankle banded, branded, and identity tattooed at the bargain
prices offered. Within an hour, the newly purchased slave boy was standing
beside Bret awaiting the rest of us, the leash in Bret's hand attached to
his genital ring. His tits were still sore and swollen from the recent
ringing and his brand was still weeping from the hot burn. The slave's
newly installed collar was so tall it forced his head into a constant
upright position. But Bret had not had a nose ring installed. "Ruins his
cute look," Bret explained his decision. Overall, the total price, fully
equipped, came to less than $21,000, even with the sales tax included.
Bret was going to pay it off over the next five years on the installment
plan he had signed up for. Bret could hardly wait for the rest of us to
pick up our own purchases and get the boy home for a trial run.
Jeff bought himself an Italian since he enjoyed his Italian slave at
work so much. Jeff had the slave tightly restrained in a control harness
that only added to the property's appeal. The devices installed already
told the slave he was purchased primarily for sexual usage and display, but
that didn't bother him too much in view of the alternatives of being sold
off to the mines or to a construction crew where he had heard life was
mighty rough. He was grateful he had ended up with a young, rather handsome
new master. A couple of females were eager to buy him but his new owner
beat them to it. He was glad in that it was easier, he figured, to satisfy
one owner instead of two. Besides, he liked the looks of his new owner,
especially when his new master had told him he 'favored Italian boys."
Jeff's new purchase didn't really know where Italy was at or exactly what
Italian was, but knew he had told back at the breeding farm he had been
bred from Italian stock as if that were a good thing. So he figured he was
"an Italian boy" if his new master said so.
Jacob was so good looking himself it was no surprise he picked a slave
that looked as much like him as possible. From the look in his new
property's eye, it was obvious the his new slave was totally enamored with
his new owner's body and the instance he realized just who his new master
actually was, he had a huge erection. He was, we all agreed, one fine
looking piece of meat by anyone's standard and we immediately started
pressing Jacob as to when we could sample his new slave ourselves. Even
Bret thought seeing the two couple, the master and his slave, would be one
of the most erotic sights he could think of.
"Ever think of selling tickets when you fuck him?" Bret
laughed. "You'd make a fortune if you advertised it beforehand."
Jacob's new purchase smiled as he took in the gist of the conversation
but made no comment of course. It was obvious being fucked in public
didn't bother him one iota as long as it was his new master doing the
fucking.
George located the black slave he was wanting. As it turned out, the
slave would have been a beauty in any skin tone and seemed willing enough
as George played with his hole and balls before buying him.
"I've always wanted a black of my own," George admitted as he ran his
hand down the back of his new slave and cupped the slave's butt cheeks. "I
just hope the boy's up to all the use he's going to get."
The new black purchase snickered as he heard the challenge. "Don't
worry, master," he dared speak out. "You aren't going to be disappointed
with your new purchase at all. I hold up to heavy use, I've been told,"
the slave said with lowered eyes, a humble tone, and a huge erection. "I
was hoping a black master would buy me," he added as his prick began to
drip in his excitement.
"I saw those two old hags over there looking you over and thought I'd
rescue you," George laughed as he reached down and stroked his new
property's huge organ. "They would have probably fucked you to death
within the first week," he chuckled as the black thrust himself into the
palm of his new owner's hand.
"Thank you, master," the black smiled. "When I said I hold up to heavy
use, I don't think it included those two," the slave laughed as he glanced
over at the two women who had lost his purchase and thrust himself even
further into his new master's massaging hand to indicate his complete
willingness to please his new owner.
My purchase was a Latino boy with about one-eighth black blood in him
judging from appearances. He was no more than 18 even now, was short but
muscular with a great build on him, was heavily endowed with a very
protrusive tackle, had a flawless creamy skin, straight black hair that
flowed down to his neck, and deep black eyes under long, very sexy
eyelashes. When I handled him during my inspection of his body, he had
instantly got hard, and was squirming in sexual excitement the minute I
started stroking and fondling him.
"You're as excited as a seasoned whore," I laughed as precum started
leaking out of him within seconds of my handling.
"Yes, master," the Latino slave smiled. "I get excited real easy.
Especially when a man strokes my body, master."
"You don't like women?" I asked inquisitively.
"They're all right, master, but I like men better," he said quietly,
careful to make sure a nearby woman buyer didn't hear him. "Oh, I can a
please a mistress fine, master, but," he smiled again to make sure I didn't
think he was too forward, "I can please a master even better," he promised.
Well, how can you not buy something like that, especially when they
are extremely good looking anyway?
Satisfied with our own purchases, we looked around at what was still
up for sale. For $20,000 each, the selection was unbelievable. There was
most anything anyone could possibly want - any nationality, any skin tone,
any body type - still left. All seemed eager to be used, certainly anxious
to be bought, and willing to do anything to accomplish their sale.
It was a pity we didn't have more resources. If we had, we would have
bought a dozen each I'm sure. As it was the big corporate giants were
snapping them by the score. Most of them would end up in the big brothels,
the luxurious resorts, or the big city hotels that used up slaves like this
like running water.
We spent the time immediately after the auction looking over the stock
that had changed hands late that day sold in bulk lots and were now
awaiting installation of control devices and ultimate pickup by their new
owners. Most seemed disappointed they hadn't attracted an individual owner
they might get to know a little, but it was better to be sold to the
brothels and resorts than to end up as surplus being unloaded to the mines,
construction firms, and public works organizations that tended to buy up
slaves 'left over' from other venues. Overall, even these lot sales
weren't at all unhappy. Better to be fucked heavily or suck yourself silly
or serve as stud to some demanding mistress until you're exhausted than end
up being beaten to death in a coal mine where you'd never see the sky again
or, almost as bad, working under the constant whips of the construction
gangs where even jerking off was forbidden and you never escaped being
collar chained to a gang, even in sleep. In slavery, all things were
relative and, in their eyes, even as a lot sale, they had lucked out.
Many slaves were already being ringed and collared and a few were
already being costumed obviously with the intent of putting them to
immediate use once they were in their new owner's homes. A remarkably good
looking slave had been sold to a middle aged mistress who was already
looking like she could hardly wait to get him into her bed, although she
had given him a tiny little beaded brief to wear for his trip to his new
home which matched his beaded collar and tit rings. Somehow, the handsome
slave felt more naked in the tiny decorated brief than he did being stark
naked as was his usual state.
Still others, now body shaved, were grabbing a little rest from their
long hours of being exhibited prior to being collared and branded. The
long hours of being exhibited and then awaiting auction was taxing even on
these young and eager bodies.
As it got closing to closing time, a few were left over and were doing
everything possible to attract a last minute buyer, going so far as to
thrusting out their erect organs, smiling seductively at every passerby,
and muttering "Buy me, master," to anyone within hearing range. At this
point in time, it was probably better to be sold to anyone, even the big
corporations, than face the uncertain future of possible sale in wholesale
"lots" to the mines or contractors.
What was strange was that the "left-overs" were certainly as
attractive as what was bought up. Even when the auction was technically
over, you still had plenty of choice among top quality, very good looking
stock. Over supply didn't quite describe the market, we figured, to have
"leftovers' looking this good and again, we regretted our inability to not
at least buy one more slave each at these prices. But, as it was, we had
spent our wad. Even with the five-year installment plan, the monthly
payment for one slave each was all we could handle. Life just wasn't fair,
we figured. Especially when we knew guys are age were buying up whole
stables of boys for just their pleasure alone. It just wasn't fair.
To spur the sales on initially, most stock had been body shaved to
show everything they had, and now, at the last minute, most slaves were
doing everything possible to sell themselves, even assuming provocative
stances with no urging. Some licked their lips at potential buyers,
indicating their willingness to suck, some thrust their hard organs out to
make it easier for buyers to handle them, while others took the strategy of
trying to look deep, yet seductive, as if hidden delights could be found if
you bothered to explore their bodies.
"Jees, if I could just borrow $40,000," George said as he looked at
the pleading displays all around him. "I buy up at least two more."
"Hell, I'd buy up the whole lot if I could get financing," Bret
exclaimed.
"Well, I'd buy up every single black boy here," Jacob added. "I
haven't seen one yet that didn't look like he'd be dynamite in bed."
"As you know," Jeff laughed, "I thought I was about as good looking as
a man can get. But you know, some of these slaves put me to shame when you
really look them over. And I bet they fuck better because they know that's
why people buy them. Sort of puts you to shame when you think about it."
At that point, we saw one of the corporate buyers look over two slaves
obviously displayed just to attract his attention. One was draped over a
nearby "fucking bench" to best display an inviting ass; the other,
decoratively collared with bright green eyes, was posed appealingly on a
resort-type chaise lounge as if he were already being offered to the
resort's clients.
The display worked. Instantly, the two were added to his considerable
cache of new slave meat and one could assume would be put into action
within the next day or so.
We also saw twins, brothers, and cousins being sold off in various
pairings, especially if they looked a lot like each other. Identical twins
brought the highest prices, with 'matching' brothers bringing in almost as
much. One oil-rich sheik was buying up several pairs of brothers who were
handsome, white, and well hung for his own personal harem. He was looking
for twins, but what he bought could pass for twins and they all seemed
eager to be sold, even knowing where they were headed.
"Quite a day," Jacob said as he leashed his boy for the trip home. "I
can't say I'm anything but tickled to death with this boy here. My only
regret is that I didn't have another hundred grand in my pocket."
"Bitch, bitch," Bret laughed. "You have the first slave you ever
owned - and a handsome lad he is, Jacob, and you're complaining because you
don't have more just like him. Just go home, fuck the hell out of him, and
then don't forget to share him with your friends."
"The same for you, Bret," Jacob responded.
"And you too," George added. "At least if you want to taste some
black meat over the next few days."
"You'll share if you want to taste Latino meat," I injected into the
late afternoon banter. "That is, if the boys still alive after our first
session tonight." The 'boy' being discussed looked a little nervous at
this last remark and shifted a bit, now leashed by his collar beside me..
"Look, we promised to share and share alike," Jeff said. "Let's start
tomorrow. We can meet at my place. Bring your new slave with you and
we'll trade off for the morning. Then switch again after lunch, and again
in late afternoon. Then back to our own boy for after dinner dessert."
"Sounds good, although it's not going to be easy in a two bedroom
apartment."
"Who said you have to fuck them in a bed?" Bret laughed.
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