Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2008 01:46:45 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: THE BAZAAR - Chapter 5 (Gay; Authoritarian)

THE BAZAAR

by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)

Chapter 5

JULIO'S NEW HOME

     Julio would be the third addition to the his new owner's harem which
already contained a sleek black slave from the Central African Republic and
an exceptionally well equipped young male slave from the Ukraine. The black
was still in his early 20s; the Ukrainian slave was 28 now, but still
looked like he was about 21. Both had settled into their harem roles
easily, thankful they had been sold into such an easy life.  Neither
resented having to yield their bodies up for their owner's pleasure
whenever he wanted; neither had any trouble meeting the demands of
pleasuring both their owner as well as his many guests and business
associates around the clock; both actually relished the long hours of
mandatory physical conditioning to keep their bodies in top form and
desirability; and neither particularly missed any sexual activity with
women over and above the occasional dalliances imposed on them by the
emir's frustrated wives, unmarried sisters, and the occasional female oil
executive they were loaned out to.

     The black, 6'3" and extremely muscular, had a jet black hide,
practically no body hair, clear jet black eyes, thin pink lips, a jutting
jaw line, long black eye lashes, high cheek bones, huge pectoral
development, tight abs, and a long, thick prick, neatly circumcised since
his enslavement, that was well displayed at all times due to a thick
genital band permanently encircling his entire sexual apparatus.  This
simple addition to his body allowed his ample prick to rest proudly atop
his large peach-sized balls, usually in at least a semi-erect state and
often dripping pre-cum if he hadn't been milked recently. His tits were
pierced with rings so large they swung whenever he moved and, over the
years, had stimulated his tits into growing three times their size before
he had been outfitted like this. Finally, a small nose ring, welded into
place in his septum, let anyone looking at him know instantly he was a
fully owned slave, as if his master's brand on his butt and right pectoral
didn't already announce that fact.  The emir's son was his second owner to
date.

     The first time he had been sold it was to a tribal chief in his own
country who was even blacker than he was and, at 18 years of age, he first
found himself as one of the chief's litter bearers, a chained nude
decoration at the base of his throne while the chief held audiences, and as
the chief's main bed partner when he wasn't busy producing new heirs with
one of his many wives.

     But after two years of that, an agent of the emir, traveling
throughout Africa looking for new trade opportunities as well as new slave
stock, spotted the young handsome black and offered a price the chief
couldn't turn down, especially when it was easy enough to replace him in
that slaves in his country were in oversupply at the time. So, at 20, he
became part of the emir's son's harem and had been there, happily, ever
since.  What had led to enslavement to start with at the tender age of 18?
His father couldn't pay the tribal tax imposed that year, and turned his
son over to the chief in lieu of his tax.  It was a common enough
arrangement and largely explained why there was an oversupply of slaves in
his home country. His family regretted the loss, but they had plenty of
other children coming of age, it was one less mouth to feed, and the son
would be proud to know his transfer into permanent bondage had saved their
family from financial ruin for a least that year.  Every single one of the
king's litter slaves had come as payment of taxes and every single one did
take a distinct pride in being the salvation of their family's independence
and social standing in their home village.  Within their families and
village, they were heroes.  Once into slavery with their new owner, they
were owned animals - nothing more and nothing less. Valuable animals, yes.
But animals nevertheless.

     The Ukrainian slave, being older, had a more varied history.  An
orphan at 15, he was reduced to hustling the streets of Kiev, selling
himself to anyone with two rupees in their pocket.  There were so many
hustlers on the streets the police cleared them out periodically as public
nuisances and those they caught were simply sold off to slavers as long as
they promised to sell them out of the Ukraine.  Thus, Boris, along with at
last 150 other teenage boys and girls, found themselves shoved in a huge
transport truck and eventually unloaded at a huge warehouse in Istanbul
where they were, indeed, sold off one by one to whoever had the means to
buy them.

     Boris, being big and muscular for his age, was sold to a pipeline
company laying the new pipeline through Northern Turkey all the way to the
Mediterranean ports.  There he was worked as a draft slave chained to a
herd of other boys about his own age for the next two years.  His overseers
were harsh and demanding, but he was fed well, had clean straw and a clean
tent to sleep in after his 12-hour work days, and the other demands on his
body were limited to meeting the needs of his overseers who wanted little
more than a quick sucking off or a good pounding of his butt.  But each
overseer had at least 20 slaves under his yoke to choose from each and
every night, so Boris, despite his handsome good looks and appealing body
was used little more than once a week or so. In between, the overseers paid
little attention to what the boys did with themselves at night outside of
making sure they didn't use each other (they considered that their right)
and so Boris could relieve himself with his right hand almost any night he
wasn't selected by one of the overseers for their own use of his
body. Female slaves were kept isolated and he seldom even saw a female
slave, let alone get the chance to relieve himself with one of them. Most
of them he saw seemed to be in some stage of pregnancy.  It was months
later until he figured that one out - female slaves were busily producing
the next generation of slaves you didn't have to buy - they would already
be in place.

     As Boris got older and filled out considerably, his bodily attractions
became more and more apparent and the company owning him was always on the
lookout for maximizing their profits.  When he was barely 20, he was
unchained from his team of workers with nary a word of explanation, whipped
onto a truck with about 10 other especially attractive and well hung slaves
of his own age or even a little younger and the next stop was a slave
market where he was again put on the block stark naked, carefully appraised
by thorough examination of every hole in his body, had his balls emptied
repeatedly to satisfy curious shoppers, and finally was sold at a startling
price (to him) to an agent for an emir in a oil-producing nation in the
Gulf.  After shipment in the cargo hold of a private jet to this new home,
he quickly found he was the second member of the emir's son's private harem
of male slaves, his only companion a tall sleek black slave who seemed
happy to have some company and another body to help satiate his young owner
and his many friends and relatives who had access to the harem.

     In his new home, Boris was used frequently and thoroughly by a huge
array of people who viewed him as no different than a thoroughbred horse or
a valuable and entertaining pet.  Usually, he got fucked several times a
day (often more), was on his knees sucking a cock just as frequently,
served stud to those who liked slaves servicing them that way at least once
a day, and often performed sex with his black colleague simply to entertain
his master and/or his friends as the mood dictated. Now seven or eight
years later (he had lost track of the exact time) he was still doing the
same duties day in and day out, but was totally acclimated to it by this
time and thought little of what was demanded of him other than
concentrating on doing it well or facing the consequences of a languid
attitude - something a few severe whippings had permanently taught him you
couldn't afford.

     Now, a young handsome Italian was here to help them handle the ever
increasing work load as the business associates of the emir's son had grown
exponentially over the years and each and every one expected use of the
harem as part of signing off on any long-term deals involving the oil
riches swimming under the sands beneath them

     Julio's training as a sex slave had been as extensive as his two new
colleagues although it had been completed at the Bazaar's own training
facilities in Alexandria (but initially in Italy), not the Central African
Republic or the Ukraine.  But the training of slaves as pleasure providers
for their new owners was remarkably universal, as Julio found out the
minute he compared his background to the other two slaves in his new
owner's harem.

     First, like all slaves, he had learned to adjust to constant nudity.
That took a good month before he got over blushing as others stared at his
naked body, openly assessed its attributes, and even made comments on his
bodily features right in front of him as if he wasn't even there, let alone
react to their assessments.  At first, they acted as if he were deaf and
couldn't hear their lurid remarks about his erections, his swollen balls,
his inflamed tits, his dripping prick, let alone his cute butt, his open
hole, his pouting lips supposedly just waiting to wrap themselves about a
master's prick or twist its way up a mistress' clit. Then he realized that
to them it didn't matter whether he heard them or not - for them, he was an
animal and animals really don't respond to words being said around them or
about them.  If the slave understood the master's comments, it really
didn't matter anyway.  What the slave thought and felt about what was being
said about him or her was totally irrelevant and had no consequence as long
as they did exactly what they were told promptly and to the very best of
their ability.

     Second, he had learned to first tolerate, and after a few heavy
whippings, cooperate fully with others fondling his body - all of it,
including the parts he once thought of as private' to an
individual. Compared to the black and the Ukrainian slave, Julio realized
he had more experienced more trouble with this than they did, perhaps
because he had been brought up Catholic, he mused with an inward smile.

     Third, he had to submit to being milked whenever anyone pleased and,
although pleasant when you hadn't been allowed to cum in days, it was
strange at first when someone else literally stroked and squeezed your
organ similar to a cow's teat being milked.  But, after all, he was an
animal no different than a cow, so he could see why those milking him
thought little or it and certainly didn't expect any resistance on his
part.  Besides, as he soon learned, being allowed to spurt off after
enforced abstinence of even a few days, was a welcome relief, not something
a slave "endured."  Soon, Julio, like the other slaves, eagerly looked
forward to being milked and sincerely thanked his owners when their efforts
were successful.  But, of course, others didn't always milk him themselves
- frequently they simply told him to milk himself under their direction.
It was no different than jacking off before he was a slave - but now he did
it at their direction, in public, and basically for their pleasure, not
his.  But, relief is relief, and Julio, like all other slaves under heavy
control by their masters, learned to welcome any opportunity to empty his
balls no matter where or when.

     Fourth, Julio's biggest lessons were learning how to suck to a
master's complete satisfaction whenever they wanted; how to take it up the
ass anytime anyone had the urge; and how to fuck a mistress or a master
exactly as they wanted whenever they wanted. He even learned how to best
let an owner suck him off if that's what they wanted. Julio, like all other
slaves (not just sex slaves) realized his body belonged to others now and
they could do with it as they wished.  They would enjoy jamming a prick all
the way down his throat without him choking and gagging; taking even the
biggest shafts up his backside in any position they wanted and for as long
as they wished no matter what he thought about it; poking his own organ
into a mistress or master under their exact directions without being
allowed any debilitating orgasm on his part and making sure they
experienced delights they had never dreamed of prior to their use of his
body; and, finally, learning that he would only be allowed to relieve his
own needs AFTER he had pleased his user (and not always then, dependent on
their plans for using him later). It was his user's pleasure that mattered
- not his.  And anything his body could perform that would heighten a
user's pleasure was expected of a slave; anything less than that and a
slave was accordingly severely punished.

     These were all lessons every slave learned, regardless of their other
duties, and most slaves, regardless of what their primary purpose was, got
sexually used a great deal.  If a pleasure slave, then by their master or
mistress on an almost hourly basis; if a brothel slave, almost continually
by both sexes until their body simply wore out from overuse; if a draft
slave, then by their whip-wielding overseer where full sexual use of
slave's bodies was an expected side benefit to their primary task of
extracting maximum work out of a work animal; if a manufacturing or factory
slave, they were the supervisor's meat at every rest break, meal times, and
certainly when they were back in their pens at night.  For both draft and
manufacturing slaves alike, an added duty was being assigned as
"motivational incentives" where at night they were thrown into the pens of
slaves who had exceeded their work quotas that particularly day.  Hence,
all slaves soon learned to view their bodies as playthings, cum dumps, a
side benefit, or an earned prize.  The slave him or herself had no choice
in the matter, no rights of refusal, or even allowed a look of resentment
or protest.  On the contrary, they were to offer up their body with a
willing smile on their face, their legs spread wide in invitation, and a
quick and sincere thank you to anyone taking their pleasure with the
slave's body.

     That's why Julio, the African and the Ukrainian viewed themselves as
extremely fortunate to be sold off to the emir's son's harem. Compared to
others, it was an easy, even pampered life.
     The African slave had worked as a litter bearer for years.  But that
didn't mean he wasn't fucked several times a day and it didn't mean he
didn't spend a great deal of his time on his knees, sucking off anyone his
master designated at that particular time. In addition, the other litter
bearers fucked him almost every night when he wasn't called to the Chief's
chambers and the Chief's studmaster had him breeding brood slaves three or
four times a week to make sure the number of new slaves produced in the
rutting sheds were kept at current levels, a big source of income to the
Chief's treasury over time. So, ever since he had been enslaved, his body
had been in heavy sexual use under the direction of others.  Serving in the
emir's son's harem was nothing new, except his balls had more of a chance
to recharge now and his ass muscles weren't always sore now.  When he had
been chained to the throne of his former African owner, he had been on full
display at all times, often with a huge erection.  Now, the emir's son
delighted in showing him off to this friends and relatives in all his glory
and with a full dripping erection, but it was obvious his owner was proud
of his possession and he was being shown off to enhance his owner's
pleasure, not just as one of many displays of wealth around a throne.  The
African had learned to love his new owner - a handsome Arab prince - who
fed him well, didn't overuse him, and even told him how pretty he was now
and then.  He was lucky to have a master who was young, good looking, hung
well, and who took complete charge of very aspect of your life as if it was
his God-given right, which, of course, it was in any religion in the world
he knew about.

     The Ukrainian slave, having spent a good part of his slavery in heavy
toil as a pipe layer under the constant whip universally used with chained
slaves bought for their muscles, knew first hand the plight of the vast
majority of slaves in today's world - they were bought for the work that
could be extracted from their bodies with little to no thought given to how
the horrible work conditions and harsh discipline might shorten the work
life of the possession. Like most others in a similar situation, he was
roughly fucked by his supervisors regularly who viewed a thorough raping
about as good as a sound bull whipping for a slave's overall education -
the harder and more frequent, the better for the slave's ultimate
instruction. Most of his supervisors were ugly, crude, and uncaring -
slaves under them were an object to alleviate their lust and have the shit
beaten out of them the rest of the time.  When someone with some sense of
what value good looks had when a slave was auctioned off and he was shipped
off for resale, it was the luckiest day of his life.  When he eventually
found out he had been sold for use in a master's harem, he wept with pure
joy. Since then, he had discovered how good a slave's life could be if you
just had the right owner.  Although used regularly and thoroughly, now it
was clean, he was greased properly, and his master was not only good
looking, but knew exactly what he was doing in bed so that it was easy to
please him whether the master wanted a good sucking off, a good pumping of
his slave's ass, or a good fucking himself by a well equipped slave.  Even
when offered to his owner's friends and business associates, they too
proved to be in an entirely different class of slave user than the rough
overseers of the oil fields.  Never once did he feel ravished when his body
was offered to others - he was used, of course, but not raped as such.
Although their needs always came first, naturally, they never deliberately
taunted him or caused him to suffer needlessly just for the fun or it.  In
contrast, they often let him have relief after they were completely through
with the use of his body for the evening - real class to treat a slave so
generously and a long way from when the overseers used to brutally whip him
when they had gotten their jollies just because they could and they seemed
to enjoy watching him scream and writhe in agony.  Maybe it made their
miserable lives out in the lonely barren oil field seem better - at least
they were better off than a slave who was routinely raped and then beaten
to a pulp. Boris recollected that these same overseers used to gamble
themselves into heavy debt - debt so bad they sometimes ended up being
enslaved themselves to pay off the loans. Once slaves themselves in the
same oil fields they had once been supervisors, they rarely spilled any
tears at the treatment they got being raped every night and whipped
unmercifully.  The minute they were enslaved, they knew what to expect and
they knew nothing they did would change their lives now. So they did
exactly what they told, tried to avoid the whip by working as hard as they
could, thanked the supervisors for fucking them, and generally were silent
and accepting in their new lives as bleeding, overworked, fucked animals.

     Julio, Boris, and the nameless African slave (no one had ever bothered
to call him anything but slave') got along well in the harem.  They saw no
point in competing with other for the emir son's favor in that all were
used about equally.  They all liked their new life under their new master
who expected nothing less than perfection from his properties and generally
got it. The emir's son never crossed the line between master and slave - he
viewed them as his owned animals who were there to do exactly as he wished.
He didn't love' them, he used them as his property. He appreciated their
fine bodies, their nice manly equipment, and their willing attitude toward
their work. The slaves were fed well, were kept properly exercised to that
their bodies stayed in perfect shape, had decent clean accommodations, and
any ailments were promptly attended to.  Even though they were frequently
given out as gifts, loans, favors, and bribes, those they were assigned to
treated the emir's son's property as if it were their own and, although so
heavily used at times they were sore and tender in spots, they were always
given sufficient time to recover before getting another assignment.  Hence,
a bleeding ass from a particularly big, thick one up their backside, sore
ass muscles from too much pumping and milking actions, a calloused prick
from too much stroking, sore balls from too much heavy handling, swollen,
angry tits from too much twisting and kneeding, a sore throat from one too
many pricks being rammed clear down to their stomach, even a little
retching from one cup too many of fresh hot cum being pumped down into
their stomach - all of these things happened, of course, as they would with
any half way attractive slave, but in their case such symptoms led to a
work assignment not involving sex like helping out in the kitchen or
helping the gardener, sex duties not involving the afflicted areas (such as
sucking only if the ass was sore), or, sometimes, when they had been really
worked over, a day off.  All three slaves deeply appreciated having such a
considerate master who obviously valued his human livestock and wasn't
about to let it needlessly depreciate. What more could a slave want?

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

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