Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 18:01:57 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: The Brazilian. Part I (Authoritarian)

THE BRAZILIAN

by Bill Smith

                           CHAPTER 1

     I first met Juan at a luncheon in New York City.  My brokerage firm,
Schatts & Dunhill, was hosting an "appreciation" event for their 50 top
clients.  By pure chance, Juan de Silva and I, Christian Nelson, were
seated next to each and I was instantly attracted to his dashing good
looks, the charm that nobility seems to breed enhanced by his slightly
accented English, and his intense interest in me as a person.  It was
seldom one finds a person who is obviously sincerely more interested in
others than in themselves and Juan de Silva was one such person.

     Juan looked to be about my own age - late 20s to early 30s, but he was
so well built it was hard to tell really.  The dress for the occasion was
formal, but his tuxedo was obviously hand tailored in that it fit like a
glove and nicely displayed his best assets, unusual in formal dress these
days.  He was about 6'2", around 190 pounds I would judge, very muscular
from the way he carried himself, extremely handsome with creamy ivory
colored very smooth skin, jet black hair worn long pulled back in a tight
pony-tail, had large piercing jet-black eyes that matched his hair, had a
waist that looked no more than 28" or so, a bubble-butted ass, and a
bulging crotch that the cut of the trousers made no effort to hide, but
indeed, seems to emphasize. He had the looks that commanded attention,
people stared at without realizing it, and gave those so inclined, like me,
a real hard-on.  In other words, he was about as sexy as men get!

     Juan wasn't one to be inhibited.  Before we were seating, he took his
time in looking me over rather openly and I saw him study my face, the body
he imagined under the tuxedo, and especially my crotch where my undershorts
had deliberately been cut to best display my rather ample package to
advantage, striped tux pants or not.

     Once we were seated, I was startled to feel his hand groping my crotch
and, although I gasped a bit in surprise, I moved my legs apart to grant
him easier access nevertheless.

     "Nice," he whispered as he squeezed my package before returning his
hand to the table.  "Your visual sweep of my body before we were seated
told me you approved of what you saw and that we could become good
friends," he added so no one else could hear it.  "Am I wrong, my American
friend?"

     I answered him by placing my hand under the table and rather languidly
massaged his genitals which I found to be as hard as my own and even bigger
than I thought they might be from my visual inspection.

     This had to stop abruptly however, in that the appetizer were being
served and the luncheon was underway.  But we got to know each other in
conversation.  I quickly found out Juan de Silva was a Brazilian on a brief
visit to New York City to attend to financial affairs.  He found out I was
about his age and a native of New York City.  We both had considerable
wealth or neither of us would be at this particular luncheon.

     "What business are you in, Mr. de Silva," I probed.

     "Call me Juan, please.  Livestock, primarily," Juan answered.  "And
you, Mr. Nelson?"

     "Christian, if you're Juan," I replied. "I'm not really into anything
yet, Juan.  My parents died in an accident about five years ago and left me
with some assets, so I've been in no rush."

     "Nevertheless, a person, especially young men our age, need something
interesting to do," Juan said.  "I love my business enterprise and find it
absorbs almost all my time - time I enjoy and well-spent, I might add,"
Juan said with an engaging smile. He paused and then added with a twinkle
in his eye, "and it fits right in with my personal preferences" without
further explanation.

     "I'm sort of disgusted with myself, Juan, if I can be totally
truthful.  "A man should be doing something worthwhile, something that
helps society, and which he finds personally satisfying.  I've tried
volunteer work at one of the local hospitals, organized some fund-raising
events for the local parish, and even set up a small business selling
leather goods to the S&M boys here in the city.  But none of it has held my
interest very long," I explained.

     "You're Catholic?" Juan said, obviously pleased.

     "Well, yes, but there's not a drop of a priest in me," I snickered.
"The church and I have issues over who I take to my bed," I added as if I
were making confession.

     "I too am a token Catholic.  Most Brazilians are, but the connection
is very loose.  The Church in Brazil is extremely tolerant of all sorts of
things, especially if you drop them a nice donation now and then.  What
happened to your leather business?" Juan asked.

     "Oh, it was OK, but the profits were marginal, the customers were more
into fantasy costuming than anything else, and it just seemed pointless
after a while, especially if you didn't need the money to start with.  I
sold it at a loss to some old queen in Brooklyn who actually thinks he's
performing a vital service to the good citizens of New York."

     "Sounds like you're ripe to find yourself," Juan said as his hand
squeezed my thigh closest to him.

     "I'm ready to go to bed with you," I replied, "if that's what you
mean.  We could go to my townhouse as soon as this damn thing is over," I
suggested.

     "That's an excellent idea," Juan said, "and we can do that as you
suggest.  But that's not really what I meant.  I was implying something
much more engaging than a one-night stand between two handsome studs."

     "What do you do that you find so interesting?" I replied.  "Not that
I'm letting you off the hook for a visit to my townhouse within the next
half hour or so?"

     "We'll go your townhouse, all right, Christian, but when I said I was
in the livestock business, I'm sure you thought cattle.  Right?"

     "Yes, isn't that what Brazil is noted for, among other things - those
huge ranches with hundreds of thousands of cattle," I replied.

     "We have those by the thousands, Christian, but there are other types
of livestock that are in great demand now," Juan said quietly.  "Brazil's
been into it for the past 50 years in one form or another; America, by
comparison, is relatively new to the market."

     I pondered Juan's remarks for a moment and then it hit me.

     "Mother of God, Juan, you're in the slave business," I exclaimed.

     "Not just in it, Christian.  I'm the leading producer in Brazil
now. And, my friend, it's not only extremely profitable - especially now
that the American market has opened up - but it's totally absorbing.  Not
to mention having your choice among literally thousands at any given time
to amuse yourself with.  Slaves are there to please their masters,
Christian, and until you've bedded down a well-trained slaveboy, you really
haven't explored the full gamut of sexual pleasure," Juan smiled
knowingly. "I don't want to discredit the fun we'll have at your townhouse
shortly, Christian, but, frankly, it just won't stack up with an eager
slave at your disposal.  You bedded a slave down yet, Christian?  I know
they're aren't too many in New York yet, but hundreds are being imported
daily, not counting the home grown slaves the government is turning over
from the overcrowded prisons and detention centers they've got everywhere."

     I was so floored I found it difficult to answer Juan, but I did manage
to mutter that I hadn't used a slave yet.

     "Hell, Juan, I've only seen a handful of slaves in my whole lifetime
and that's been in the past month when I drove by some road construction
crew.  I couldn't believe it when I saw a few naked men chained by their
collars working alongside an overseer cracking a whip over their backside.
I almost drove off the road staring at them.  But I should have known I'd
run into seeing them sooner or later.  The papers are full of stories about
prisoners being sold at auction, contractors snapping them up, and that
sort of thing.  There was even a story in the New York Times about a male
brothel opening up in Manhattan stocked with some imported slaves in their
late teens and early twenties.  I couldn't even fathom it."

     "You are naive, Christian," Juan chuckled.  "The availability of
slaves will open up all sorts of new possibilities for American enterprise,
I'm sure.  The demand will grow astronomically as soon as you Yankees
realize the uses human livestock can be put to.  The secret is to be on the
supply end of the business.  A friend of mine in Paraguay has somehow or
other got a monopoly on the supply of slaves there and made almost a
billion dollars pure profit in the first five years. And Paraguay's peanuts
compared to Brazil or the United States."

     I had lost all interest in the delicious food before us - even the
handsome waiters serving the food in the tightest pants decorum would allow
for a respectable catering company.  Even the thought of having the
handsome well-hung Brazilian in my bed within the hour faded in comparison
to the whole new world he was presenting to me so enthusiastically.

     We left the banquet as soon as was socially correct, each thanking our
host profusely.  Within 20 minutes we were in my townhouse bedroom
stripped, our formal clothes scattered on the floor along with our
underclothes, socks, shoes, and everything else.  Juan's body was even
better than I thought it would be when I sized him up at the banquet and he
obviously approved of my body once it was totally exposed.  Both of us
sported huge erections even before we had ripped our shirts off and pre-cum
was dripping from Juan's prick as he took my body in now that it was fully
displayed. Juan's prick was even larger than I surmised - it was long and
exceptionally thick, a good five inches in circumference I judged now that
it was fully erect.

     An hour later, we were exhausted and both of us totally drained.  We
had sucked each other until full loads were swallowed into our stomachs,
fucked each other twice after greasing each other's holes, and sucked on
our partner's nipples until each of us were swollen and sore.  We reeked of
animal sweat, each of us had a few scathes on our backs from moments of raw
passion, and our lips were swollen from some intense kissing and tongue
probing. Neither of us exhibited the slightest twinge of inhibition or
hesitancy in doing everything possible even though we had known each other
for less than three hours maximum. There wasn't one iota of each other's
bodies that was foreign to us now, including our assholes, our mouths, our
rampant pricks, and our swollen balls.

     Being fucked by Juan was a unique experience, even for me who was a
long way from being a virgin, having experienced hundreds of one-night
stands, bar pickups, and hired hustlers over the past few years.  Juan was
exceptionally masterful in ramming his organ completely down your throat,
holding your head in a vise-like grip as he did so - and even more
demanding when he pistoned his large organ completely up my asschute upon
entry and then fucked me with such dominance I was actually scooted up
against the bed's headboard.  If my hole hadn't been well stretched by
numerous men over the years, Juan would have been more than I could have
handled and his assault on my body would be more like a painful rape than
an enjoyable fuck. He literally treated my body as if he owned it and was
going to extract the last ounce of pleasure that body could produce for
him.  The experience was exhilarating, but weird nonetheless. I'd certainly
never experienced anything like it.

     "No slave could be better than you, Juan, no matter how much training
he might have had," I ventured in appreciation of Juan's well-honed skills
in a man's bed.

     "I might say the same for you, Christian," Juan said with sincere
appreciation, "but I really can't, my friend.  Neither of us can compete
with a slave's motivation."

     "Motivation?" I asked.

     "A slave knows he has to please his master like no other.  Anything
less and he'll be put in a situation he'll deeply regret.  That raw fear is
a powerful motivator - about as strong as a motivator can be.  After a
while, though, the slave forgets about his fear and gives his master upmost
pleasure out of pure habit and to insure his master will keep him."

     "And what is a situation he'll deeply regret, as you put it, Juan?" I
asked rather innocently.


     "Unfathomable physical pain would be the mildest, but being sold off
to a far worse situation is the primary motivator. It's far better to offer
a master the best fuck he's ever had than to be sold to a Brazilian mine
where you'll never see light again and your life span under the constant
whips is less than a year or so.  Slaves aren't stupid - they evaluate
their options and then decide the best course to take.  Those boys sold to
the new brothel opening in Manhattan - that's nothing compared to the
underground gold mines in Peru or turning sewage into fertilizer outside
Rio where the smell along is enough to kill you, let alone standing in shit
14 to 15 hours a day under a sadistic whipmaster who gets his jollies
beating you to death."

     I soaked up his vivid scenario.  "I see your point, Juan," I said.  "I
suppose I'm terribly naive when it comes to slavery.  It's just I have no
experience with it to date."

     "You will, my friend.  You can't help it. America will respond to the
new opportunities just like all the other countries who are ahead of them
in this area.  It won't be a decade until there will be five times more
slaves in this country than free men, mark my words.  That's the way it is
in Brazil, Saudi Arabia, Malaysia, Mexico, and most other countries that
have seized the opportunity to march ahead," Juan explained.

     "That's what our biggest corporations are claiming, Juan," I offered,
"so you're not alone in your predictions."

     "Well, Christian, we get along well," Juan said as he grabbed my prick
once again and started stroking me.  "And you seem to like me as far as I
can tell. Tell you what, Christian.  I'll invite you to go home with me and
I'll show you first hand just how this slavery thing plays out in real
life.  You buy the plane tickets for the two of us - I'll furnish the bed
and board and throw in some slaveboys for your amusement, as many as you
can handle, to boot.  How about it?  You can't beat an offer like that - a
rich boy from South America helping out an obviously rich boy from New
York, both of whom have nice bodies, are gay, and open to adventure and
purposeful pursuits.  Especially for a poor lost soul looking for a purpose
to his life," Juan laughed before his mouth closed around my dick once
again.

     Two days later, Juan and I landed at the nearest airport to his
livestock ranch.  We took a non-stop to San Paulo first-class and then
transferred to a turboprop to the city of Campinos in southeast Brazil.
His Porshe SUV picked us up there and began the 120 mile trip on dirt roads
to his huge ranch, located well in the Brazilian out-country, part jungle
and part steppes.

     The road trip was relatively slow, but his slave chauffeur had fixed
us a beautiful meal arranged in a hamper located between us in the back
seat, complete with chilled wine and a delicious custard-like dessert
served out of an ice-pack to assure the right temperature.  But it was the
chauffeur himself that was the real treat: a 6" jet-black boy obviously in
his late teens with a beautiful face, the smoothest skin I've even seen,
close-cropped black hair, a well-muscled, well- defined torso and
beautifully shaped and very large always at least semi-erect sexual organs
on full display at all times since his only clothing was a thick brass
collar around his neck, large tit rings installed in both tits, and a thick
one-inch band around his ball sac and the base of his prick to assure a
prominent display of his genitals at all times. It was the first slave I'd
ever seen up close like this and this boy would have turned anyone on -
especially being displayed like he was.  I couldn't imagine how the slave
must feel being made to parade around naked like this in public, especially
fitted out with the metal accouterments that emphasized his slave status.
And, more overwhelmingly, I couldn't imagine actually owning a body like
this - a body I could do anything I wanted with since it was nothing more
than an owner's property.

     Juan say me ogling the slave chauffeur from the moment I first spotted
him holding the back door of the SUV open for us.

     "Don't worry, Christian. If you can hold off until we get to the
ranch, he's all yours for as long as you want.  But you may see something
else you like better once we get to the estate.  If so, don't hesitate.
Every slave on the place understands he's there to serve not only me but
any guest to the ranch as well.  In fact, it's viewed as a real honor to
get chosen to service one of the master's guests."

     I enjoyed the delicious meal en route, but maintained a full erection
the whole time thinking of the young man driving us down the road quietly,
but I didn't miss his furtive inviting glances in the rear-view mirror
whenever his master was looking out the side window. God, was this the good
life or what? 
                           CHAPTER 2

     The jet-black chauffeur was as good as he looked once I had him in my
bed at Juan's ranch.  He was compliant, yet inventive; submissive, yet
fully participatory; eager to please, yet seemingly inexhaustible.  I had
fucked his beautiful backside four times by the time it was morning, each
time where he had sucked me to the point of orgasm prior to my ordering him
onto his back with his legs raised over my shoulders.  I delighted in
looking into his accepting eyes as I rammed into him as far as possible and
then humped him hard until I couldn't hold back any longer and filled his
rectum with load after load of my cum.

     "Would you like me to gently suck you?" constituted the first words of
the day from the smiling slave, his mouth hovering over my erect prick as I
slowly awoke. "Or empty your bladder?" he added enthusiastically, as if
drinking piss was a great treat.

     As my eyes focused, I saw the black beauty as eager as ever despite
the sweat dried on his body after last night's exertions, a strong smell of
rutting in the room, and a steady stream of thick white cum leaking out of
his asshole, clearly visible on his jet-black thighs.

     "No, you need to wash yourself," I commented, nodding toward the
adjacent bathroom.

     "Yes, master," he replied as he quickly headed for the bathroom and,
within moments, I heard the unmistakable sound of a person flushing their
innards followed quickly by the sound of a bidet flushing and then a shower
going in full operation.

     Within minutes, he returned with his body still glistening from the
water and quickly assumed an inviting position on all fours with his legs
far apart so his hole was fully exposed.

     "Would master like to fuck me now?  I've cleaned my body as you
commanded, master, and prepared myself for your use," referring to the
fresh K-Y visible around his hole.

     Who could resist an invitation like that, especially by a body so
beautiful it would be impossible to improve.  I entered him slowly but
deeply, and started to pump him slowly as I settled onto his back and
placed my hands on his muscular pecs so I could play with his tits as I
fucked him.

     "Thank you, master," was the black's response to the invasion of his
body and he began to gently push back to my thrusts so I could penetrate
him as far as possible.  This was coupled with a rhythmic tightening of his
ass muscles to heighten his user's pleasure yielding a sensation I was
being pumped to new heights of sexual satisfaction.

     Within minutes I discharged a huge load far up his chute, squeezing
and twisting his nipples as the orgasm rippled through me.  The slave
writhing beneath me groaned quietly from the pain caused by the nipple play
but never moved from my grip; I moaned in raw ecstasy as my balls drained
into the body beneath me.

     "Christian, are you going to fuck Niger all day or would you like a
little breakfast followed by a starter tour of the ranch?" Juan shouted
from the other side of the bedroom door.  "Doesn't matter one way or the
other, I just need to make plans for the day."

     "Give me a moment to shower and I'll join you for breakfast, Juan," I
yelled back, still molded onto the slave's back.

     "Fine, see you in 15 minutes down in the main dining room - just throw
anything on - a pair of shorts and a T-shirt will do fine.  Looks like it
might be hot and steamy today so dress accordingly."

     I heard footsteps going down the hall outside while I stopped playing
with the black slave's nipple rings and "unglued" myself from the boy's
smooth back as I slowly slipped out of his hole.

     "So you're named Niger," I said, patting the slave on his butt in
dismissal.

     "Yes, master.  My master named me that when he first obtained me a few
years ago. It means 'black' in Portuguese."

     "How come you speak English?" I asked.

     "I'm from Mississippi originally, master.  It's Portuguese I had to
learn."

     "Mississippi?" I asked in astonishment.  "What are you doing down
here?"

     "It's not that unusual, Master.  But you need to get ready for
breakfast.  I'll tell you my humble little story when you have time,
Master, if that's alright with you.  Ask for me tonight and I'll tell you
everything you want to know, if it would please you, Master."

     "You're something in bed, Niger," I mumbled as I headed for the
bathroom.

     "Thank you, Master," the black slave responded, obviously relieved.
"I'm happy I was able to please you, Master," the slave went on, "but I can
be even better tonight if you ask for Niger," he added, almost pleading.

     When I got out of the shower, the black slave had disappeared, but the
bed had clean linens and the room was spotless. My clothes had been
unpacked and were hanging in the closet with the exception of fresh
underwear, shorts and a pullover along with my socks and shoes which were
neatly arranged on the bed. Apparently, Niger listened carefully to every
suggestion his master made.

     When I arrived in the dining room, Juan was awaiting me reading the
morning newspaper and sipping some fragrant coffee.  Behind him against the
wall, standing erect with their hands behind their back and their heads
bowed, were two attendants: the first was a totally naked male in his early
20s, completely body shaved below his neck and fitted with tit rings, a
genital band forcing his organs into a showy protrusion, and a tall slave
collar that forced his head into an upright position.  Although tanned all
over, he was obviously a white boy, complete with blond hair allowed to
grow down to his neck and bright green eyes.  He wasn't particularly tall,
about 5"7", but was muscular and compact without an ounce of fat on him.
The other attendant was fully clothed: a female also appearing to be in her
early 20s, obviously well into a pregnancy, and also a pure white, judging
from her red hair and hazel eyes.  Her clothing consisted of a gown that
reached the floor and covered her completely, although her neck collar and
ankle bracelets were clearly visible, along with her bare feet.

     Both slaves, in their own ways, were stand-outs: one a paradigm of
masculinity- well muscled, rugged, and heavily hung; the other the epitome
of the best of her gender - buxom, curvaceous, and pretty.

     As Juan saw me studying the pair, he chuckled.

     "We use the breeding stock in full work assignments, so most of the
females you'll see will be pregnant or have just been," he said.  "A brood
like this one can have a yield of 15 to 20 new products if we schedule it
properly.  And the stud can do his duties at night once he's finished his
regular work assignments.  If we utilize him efficiently, he can produce a
good 1500 to 2000 pregnancies before he dries up," Juan explained.

     I stopped in my tracks and took in the impact of Juan's words.

     "You breed slaves?" I asked in utter astonishment.

     "Of course, Christian.  Everyone does nowadays.  Where do you think
the majority of slaves come from, anyway?" Juan chuckled.

     "Well, I thought they were prisoners sold by the government or
prisoners of war," I answered.  "That's all I've ever heard of."

     "That's where the supply usually starts when a country first
reintroduces slavery, but that source doesn't begin to meet the demand once
the idea of slavery catches on.  In the United States, it won't be long
until the prisons, jails, drug clinics, juvenile detention centers, and
reformatories are completely emptied and the prisoners of war are sold
practically before they get them unloaded, so when the market demands more
you can only do three things basically: (1) expand the criminal law so more
of the populace is imprisoned and hence up for sale; (2) import them in
masses; or (3) breed them.  The first two I mentioned have their
limitations; the last doesn't - you can breed as many as you need once the
operation is firmly in place and it's the cheapest solution of the three
options when you include the training considerations and the fact you can
selectively breed toward an attractive sales product."

     I felt like I was on another planet somehow as Juan spoke so casually
about breeding people for a marketplace as if they were cattle.  I remained
standing, dumbfounded, but noticed both slave attendants had blushed a deep
shade of red as their role in all this was discussed so openly in front of
them.

     "Take Thor here, for example," Juan said as he snapped his finger and
the blond slave leaped to his side whereupon his master grabbed his ringed
penis and began stroking him languidly as the huge organ grew in his
hand. "This boy has already sired well over 400 stock for our pens and he's
just getting started - a good number of them blond, 60% male to date, and
all well built and sturdy.  When they're sold off, they will know nothing
but slavery and be totally compliance to their new life.  Thor here came to
us from an Argentine prison - wild and unruly even though he was just 16
when we bought him.  A few months of serious training, the realization that
he would either come around or die in the process including experiencing
some real pain for the first time in his life, taught him he wasn't in
control of his life anymore and his body belonged to whoever bought him.
By the time he was 17, we put him to stud and the rest is history," Juan
smiled as the slave broke out in a sweat trying desperately to control
shooting off in his master's hand. "Steady there, Thor.  You know you have
to save your spunk for the rutting bench tonight."

     "Yes, master," Thor answered in Portuguese as he struggled to control
his body, pressing his lips together as he tried to keep the pending
eruption within him. His humiliation and shame at being fondled like this
in front of a total stranger, let alone his role in studding new 'products'
into being like a prize horse, went unstated outside a small tear working
its way down his cheek.

     "Despite everything, Thor's still got some emotion left in him - makes
him interesting.  But it doesn't do him one bit of good, does it, Thor?
Frankly, I enjoy watching a slave do things he doesn't necessarily want to
do but knows he has no choice.  After all, that's the essence of being a
slave, isn't it?  Performing to your owner's desires, not your own! Isn't
that so, Thor?"

     "Yes, Master," the blond slave promptly replied as Thor let loose of
his banded organ and dismissed him with a slap to his butt.  The slave
promptly returned to his position by the wall with his hands behind his
back, his prick still rampant.

     "Would you like to fuck Thor after supper, Christian?  We can always
readjust his studding schedule if you'd like him," Juan offered.

     "I think I'll take a raincheck on that one, Juan," I replied rather
confused at all this man- flesh available apparently on a whim. "Your black
chauffeur pretty well drained me last night," I confessed, finding it
strange I would discuss such intimate details with a man I had just met two
days ago.

     "Well, whatever you want, Christian, although I must say this slave's
ass offers up a damn good fuck.  Had him myself just a few days ago."  The
slave under discussion blushed deep red in humiliation as his master's use
of his body was advertised.

     "In that case, Thor, now that I've got you all ready, you trot
yourself down to the rutting pens and the studmaster can put you to that
black wench I selected for you yesterday.  No use not getting started on
the wench and then the studmaster can use you again later this evening.  We
can have our coffee without the likes of you stinking up the place here.
Felicity can wait on us all by herself, can't you, girl?"

     "Yes, master," the red-haired slave wench replied humbly.

     As Thor quickly started to leave, Juan added: "Thor, you hump that
black wench good, you hear.  I'm planning on a nice brown-colored pup out
of that one - two if you hump her good and hard. Remember, you get a day
off if you produce twins," he laughed as the blond slave nodded and left
with the usual "Yes, Master."

     "Christian, don't just stand there.  Sit down and enjoy a cup of
coffee.  We raise it right here on the estate and it's especially good if I
do say so myself. I know all of this is new to you and it will take you a
while to get to how all of this works, but relax and just let it all soak
in.  Besides, Christian, you must be a little worn out from the long trip.
I know I am, despite having a nice sandy-haired boy in my bed just fresh
out of training."

     "Well, it will probably take a day or two to get back to normal," I
admitted.

     "How about we just talk a bit about what we actually do here at the
ranch and how slavery works here in Brazil.  That way neither one of us has
to do much other than talk and listen and Felicity here can fix us a meal
when we're hungry.  We can always tour the place when we're up to it,
although I must warn you, Christian, this place is huge and we perform many
functions here - everything from breeding them, as you just heard - to
'breaking in' new stock that was formerly free - to processing new prison
stock - well, it just goes on and on.  But each aspect is mighty profitable
or we'd close it down.  You want to make real money - listen and learn,
Christian!"

     "Sounds great if you have the time, Juan," I replied.  "I'm surprised
how interested I am in all this.  Maybe you're right - I need a purpose to
my life."

     "Everyone does, Christian, even a slave.  That's what we give them
here at the ranch - a purpose in life - and we can do the same for you, but
from the other side of things - the owner's side, that is," Juan said
forcefully as he had another sip of his coffee and selected a small
freshly- baked cinnamon roll to munch on, coated with an unusual white
sauce on top.

     "Know what we top these rolls off with?" Juan asked as he took a good
bite into the breakfast offering.

     "Jesus, Juan, how would I know about baking a roll?" Christian asked
rather defensively.  "I can't cook."

     "No, Christian, I'm talking about this creamy sauce on top," Juan
chuckled.

     "Haven't a clue, Juan," Christian said as he took his first sip of
coffee.

     "Fresh cum, Christian.  It's delicious when it's real fresh and from
studs still in their teens.
 We keep a fresh slaveboy in the kitchen at all times just so the cook can
get all the cum they want at any time.  It's great for toppings, sauces,
condiments, or just a refreshing drink in itself."

     "Never tried in on food, Juan," I replied.  "In fact, I never heard of
using cum for anything like that."

     "That's why you're here, Christian.  To explore and learn," Juan said
with some satisfaction as he carefully took another bite of his roll
dripping with the special icing. "Yum!  Damn, that's good.  I really think
black slave boys under 20 have the best sauce available.  That's where this
came from.  This particular milk stud is one of my favorites. Try it,
Christian, you won't believe how good it is mixed with the cinnamon taste."

     I wasn't adverse to swallowing cum as Juan already knew, having had
several full loads out of him slide down my throat just two nights ago.  I
picked up one of the rolls and sopped it in some excess sauce that had run
down the side before taking a big bite.

     "That is good, Juan," I said as I savored it in my mouth.  "Creamy but
with a nice tang to it.  That boy in your kitchen ever get tired of being
milked?"

     "I don't know that anyone ever asked him," Juan laughed.  "But we only
empty his balls three or four times a day usually - unless we're having a
big party or something.  Any we don't use within an hour or so, we store in
the refrigerator and use in cooked dishes of one type or another."

     "How long does a milk stud like that last?" I asked out of curiosity.

     "I don't know, Christian.  When they turn 20, we assign them other
duties in that my cook demands only cum from boys in their late teens.  The
cook claims it tends to get bitter after that."

     "I'll remember that when I start up a restaurant back in New York," I
chuckled.  "It will be the secret ingredient that will beat out all the
competition. And here I thought cum was only good when you extracted it
yourself with a great blow job."

     "Broaden your horizons, Christian.  That's why I invited you down
here."

     We both helped ourselves to another roll dripping with the special
sauce and then another, washing it down with the delicious coffee before
settling back for some serious discussion.

     Juan started out discussing selling the finished product, mainly to
those wealthy enough to afford anything they wanted.  Selling the most
select slaves available was his speciality.  It seemed every new buyer
wanted at least one strikingly handsome slave to keep his house neat and
clean at all times, serve as his personal valet, but for other purposes as
well, namely serving as a walking status symbol, a property others envied,
and usually to bring them and their friends unparalleled pleasures in the
sexual arena.

     Consequently, Juan's sales outlet offered only the very best bodies
the market could produce, the highest trained slaves ever accomplished, and
properties that others not only coveted but were so rare others could never
hope to afford them.

     "Like Niger and Thor?" I asked, since they were only two of Juan's
properties I had seen up close and naked.

     "Yes, Christian.  For example, I match my slaves to my cars.  The
Porshe's exterior paint is the same shade as the slave's hide, e.g.,
jet-black and the Porshe is trimmed in nickel chromium that exactly matches
Niger's body fittings (collar, tit, nose, and ear rings, and genital
band). I ordered that Porshe SUV directly from the factory in African black
upholstered with black horsehide that exactly matches Niger's hide.  For my
other cars, I have a Jaguar upholstered in Siberian Tiger hides (an
endangered species), driven by an ivory colored slave whose hide exactly
matches the exterior paint; a gleaming snow-white Bentley fitted out with
dark brown leather and a dark brown African slave chauffeur whose hide
exactly matches the leather interior; a opalescent light brown Range Rover
with a chauffeur who has the smoothest creamiest light brown skin a person
has ever seen which exactly matches the exterior paint; and a fire-engine
red Jeep with a calico cat interior and a mulatto slave with blotchy
patches of black and white all over him that compliments the calico
interior.

     "All of these customized options cost a great deal extra, but when
you're already paying over $100,000 for a car, what's a little more if you
get exactly what you want, especially when the slave going with it costs as
much or more than the car generally.

     "One of my customers really admired by stable of cars with their
matching drivers, and he wanted a new Maybach to be upholstered in slave
hide the exact shade as the slave who would be driving it - jet black with
gold trim.  When I faxed this unusual request into the Maybach factory in
Germany, I got a long reply.  They stated they had done this before for
several Middle Eastern customers and knew exactly what the parameters were.
The current model took 38 slave hides to cover the seats as well as the
dash, roof lining, door panels, and arm rests.  Exactly matched, this
required a search of world markets taking several weeks and the costs
generally added $3.04 million to the price of the car since 38 slaves
matched for color with suitable hides for tanning were running about
$80,000 each if they limited those purchased to those well over 33 years of
age, the type of slave typically selected for this purpose.  Slaves in
their prime (18 to 22 years old) would add an astounding $9,500,000 to the
costs of the car, an absurd expense in their eyes. Purchasers who had all
the seats upholstered in slave hide had expressed disappointment over time
- slave hide did not hold up well to the constant flexing and stressing
common in automobile seats - and the seats too easily got puncture holes or
cracked over time.  Therefore, they recommended cowhide dyed to exactly
match the slave hide which would be utilized only in more suitable surfaces
not subject to flexing stress.  Maybachs with slave hide door panels, head
rests, arm rests, dash, sun visors, and roof lining took only 18 hides and
meshed well with the cowhide utilized in all seating surfaces.  Maybachs so
fitted out cost $1.44 million extra if older slaves were utilized in the
selection of hides. They argued that older slave hides worked out better in
fitting out the car since the skin was already well stretched, tended to be
considerably thicker than those in the 18-22 year range, and often had
interesting brand burns and whip scars that clearly identified the hide for
what it was and added considerable interest.  They said, unless instructed
otherwise, they would upholster where brand and whip marks were well
featured, although, of course, a customer could request these hide marks
not show if they preferred.

     "When I shared these observations from the Maybach factory with my
customer, he immediately agreed with their recommendations as long as the
car was outfitted to match the slave chauffeur he was purchasing from me.
The slave I sold him was a hugely muscular and strikingly handsome black
with a hairless body below the eyebrows, brilliant blue eyes, thin lips, a
prominent jaw line, high cheekbones, and an straight Grecian nose. He had
magnificent pecs, abs, and a muscular bubble butt along with beautifully
shaped and very large genitals, including a neatly circumcised 10" penis. I
agreed to fit him out with a tight fitting, 3" gold-plated collar, matching
2" tit rings, a matching tight fitting 2" genital band, and a matching 1"
nose ring fitted through his septum that would rest right above his thin
upper lip. The Maybach was ordered in jet black (to exactly match the
slave's hide) with a gold-plated grille and bumpers, door handles, and
antennae.  The pair would create a sensation anywhere they appeared.

     "As the customer signed the purchase agreement and gave me a check
covering the costs of both the car (which I had ordered for him) and the
slave ($325,000 for the car plus $1.440,000 for the slave hides plus
$428,000 for the slave chauffeur fully fitted for a total of $2,293,000) I
reminded him he was actually buying 19 slaves - one that would drive and
take care of the car and 18 others, not quite so pretty probably, who he
would be looking at (at least part of them) every time he got in the car.

     "Almost 2.3 million for a damn car and one slave, Juan?" I asked
incredulously

     "Yes, Christian, but the chauffeur slave that wasn't upholstery is
prime stock - he was just 18 and he could be fucked and do all the sucking
his new owner and his friends wanted any time he wasn't driving the car."

     "And be a sensation wherever they were parked," I added, "especially
if, like Niger, he was ordered to show hard while he's displaying his
body."

     "Yes, Christian.  The black slave was most showy anyway, but that
prick of his - it really set him off," Juan reflected.

     "But I digress, Christian," Juan said.  "Let me get back to the art of
selling stock.

     "Some buyers are turned off by slaves they consider 'too handsome,'
complaining they don't look masculine.  For those, we offer a few slaves
that are almost brutish in their appearance and by no standards would be
considered handsome, let alone beautiful.  But these slaves, usually priced
considerably lower, are certainly masculine and we make sure they are well
trained to satisfy every possible demand that might be made of them.  Some
masters just want a slave with excellent oral skills and could care less
what the face sucking them looks like - they're interested in the throat
action and the actual sucking skills the slave has.  Others, particularly
mistresses, like a slave heavy hung and very well built but who have faces
that could never be mistaken as being feminine or 'smooth.'  Again, we just
make sure the slaves under considerion understand exactly why they are
being purchased and what their new owners want them to do without the
necessity of having to be told what to do each and every time.  A slave who
can anticipate what an owner wants and does it to perfection is seldom
returned and is often valued for just what he is: a sex machine that
doesn't disappoint!

     "Every slave sold in the markets today, even the cheapest pieces of
meat sold in public stalls, are thoroughly trained in how to please an
owner sexually since sexual use of their bodies is often the main reason
for buying them.  Even the relatively poor can now, with a good credit
rating or the self-discipline to save, can buy a slave in the $50,000
range.  What he or she gets for that price is usually a slave not very good
looking - certainly not strikingly handsome, a slave not in his prime years
(18-24), and a slave with some bodily imperfections.  But that doesn't
preclude obtaining a slave well trained, well equipped, and willing to do
anything necessary to please an owner in exchange for being bought, fed,
and housed.  For many slaves in this price range, ownership brings with it
security, pride of being owned, and freedom from starving to death.

     "Compared to their lives before being purchased, it's a fair exchange
and slaves like this settle in early to the expectations their new owners
have for them, whether it's taking a big one up their backside three or
four times a day from their new master and/or his friends and business
acquaintances , spending considerable time on their knees orally servicing
their new owner, or bringing their new mistress the pleasures only possible
when you own your sex partner outright and can command exactly what you
want and get it time after time.

     "Of course, they usually do a lot of other things as well:
housekeeping, laundry; car- washing; gardening; repair work; construction,
etc.  Some work in factories on lease from their owners during the normal
work hours; others are frequently hired out to contractors as manual
laborers during the day; while still others are leased out as janitors,
mechanics, farm workers, etc.  But such assignments keep their bodies in
great shape and simply make them all the more appealing once they return to
their master's or mistress' home in that they are ready to be of service
(most day jobs didn't allow any sexual outlets), they get fed at their home
base, and that's where they eventually get a cage or pen to call home.  No
matter where a slave is assigned to work, their loyalty is always with the
person who has bought them, beds them, and gives them a cage to sleep in.
Being used for sexual pleasure is a small price to pay for all of that!"

     "Juan, you make it all sound so logical," I said as I helped myself to
another cum-soaked cinnamon roll and washed it down with the rich blend of
coffee.  "I feel like I'm in an alternate universe.  New York seems so far
away."

     "Christian, you're like so many of my American customers.  You're so
removed from the 'real' world your ideas about slaves and the system that
produces them are incredibly naive.  I'm constantly deluged with questions
from my American customers about the origins of the stock I sell, where
they are obtained, whether the slaves know what their owners expect out of
them, how the slaves accept their new status as property, how they are
trained, whether there is a danger the slaves will rebel or run away, and
how many people have owned the stock before."

     "Well, I am naive, as you put it, Juan.  But so are most Americans.
Remember, slavery is a new thing to us.  But that doesn't mean were' not
curious about these things," I replied rather defensibly.  "It doesn't mean
we're dumb or anything."

     "I'm sure you're not," Juan laughed.

     "Human livestock doesn't just float down from heaven, you know," he
chuckled, "or we'll all be doing our own dirty work and getting used to
taking care of our own sex needs.  But I can see your problem.  A lot of
people able to afford slaves probably think they're in the markets to be
bought as if my magic.  Actually, Christian, I get some of the same
questions from most other nationalities too, especially where slavery is
less than a generation or so old and isn't pervasive in their home country
yet.  So much so that I've prepared a short DVD on the whole subject that
I'll be glad to show you today while we're resting and even make a copy for
you to take home with you if you want to look at it again later.  The
presentation just tells a little about a few of the sources of slaves, a
little about their preparation and training, a little about who buys them
and where, and winds up with a little about their uses once they are sold.
Would you like to see it?"

     "Sounds good, Juan, and I'm sure I'll like a copy of the DVD if you're
willing to share."

     "No problem, Christian.  The large screen TV is in the sales room just
a few doors from here so we can see it right now.  We can have a beer or
whatever you like while we're watching the little show."

     With that, we proceeded to the luxurious sales room next door to
Juan's main manor house and sunk down into some very comfortable arm chairs
as a couple of really impressive naked slaves Juan kept around as "house
slaves" served us ice cold beers and then knelt down on all fours beside
each of us so we could use their glistening, well-oiled backs as tables for
our drinks.  CHAPTER 3

     "You want one of the slaves to suck you off, Christian, while you're
watching the presentation?" Juan asked, "or is it too soon after Niger last
night? .

     I looked at the two handsome slaves with their magnificent musculature
and decided the offer was too good to resist.

     "How about the black haired slave with the green eyes - he's a real
looker," I replied.

     "Fine," Juan replied with a snap of his finger, whereupon the slave I
mentioned crawled directly in front of me, his mouth opened in readiness,
and the other slave, a beautiful black boy, crawled between us so we could
both use his back as a table.

     As Juan pressed the start button, I felt fingers opening the zipper of
my shorts, extracting my semi-erect organ, and a velvety mouth close around
the end of my prick before quickly swallowing the entire shaft.

     "The first part is on where slaves come from," Juan explained as he
reached down and began kneading the balls and huge prick of the black slave
serving as our table.

     I settled back in my chair to enjoy both the projected images and the
expert mouth service from the gorgeous slave between my legs.  Some dynamic
music accompanied the presentation as I scooted down in my chair and spread
my legs a little to give the slave better access.  The presentation began
as the green-eyed slave really got into his assigned task and I could feel
the entire length of my prick being rhythmically massaged by the slave's
well trained throat muscles.

     The narration began as pictures began filling the screen in front of
us.

     "As you know, ladies and gentlemen, a significant and rapidly growing
number of offerings in the current markets are bred specifically for their
eventual sale so we'll start with how we breed slaves for the marketplace.
That process all starts with the best genes available: slave studs
carefully picked to produce the best prodigies mated with the best of slave
broods who typically produce 15 to 20 pups during their peek reproduction
period.  The broods are only bred when they are optimally receptive - that
five to seven day band every month they're not pregnant and are constantly
impregnated during that period until they test out positive."

     A huge banner appeared on the screen: "STUD SLAVES UTILIZED IN SLAVE
BREEDING"

     "Let's start by showing you some of examples of experienced stud
slaves available in the marketplace currently - all with proven fertility
and very high 'hit rates.'  Most of them have sired at least 100 new slave
pups prior to being offered on the open marketplace.

     "The one shown now we purchased from a Brazilian dealer in Rio [the
screen showed a photograph of a tall, well muscled, light brown man totally
nude and fully body shaved with the exclusion of his eyebrows.  His long,
thick prick was fully erect between his legs as he hunched down with his
knees spread wide to display his assets.  Heavily collared and fitted with
large tit rings, he stared directly into the screen with an eager
look.]. Well equipped for this job, he had already had 100 successful
impregnations with breeding wenches before we purchased him.  His previous
owner had put him to the rutting benches starting at 16, so he's only 21
now and can produce hundreds more slave pups before he starts to falter.
He's eager to perform and prides himself on impregnating most anything
placed under him."

     "This next stud is a mulatto we bought off a St. Louis merchant [the
screen showed a large black man who was almost brutal looking with a thick
muscular build and a very thick semi-erect prick.} This slave is himself
the product of a large breeding farm in southern Missouri. His body and
face are nothing exceptional, but his breeding organ certainly is and he'll
be a good stud for a breeder interested in producing male slaves with
exceptionally large pricks, always a major enhancement of a slave's sales
price. This stud is most compliant, easy to arouse, and sexually tireless -
you can breed him seven or eight times in a 24-hour period and find his
fertility rate never falters and his interest never wanes, no matter who or
what you put him to.  He'll mate with the ugliest old hag you can imagine
with no hesitation which makes him especially good for the breeder into
utilizing cheap broods in their declining years - the type that have to
fucked repeatedly to get pregnant anymore."

     Three more pictures crossed the screen as Juan hit the "pause"
button. [One showed a thin- waisted white boy with an exceptionally long
prick fully hard; another showed an extremely muscular black proudly
displaying his huge erection; and the third showed another white boy who
looked like he was an embarrassed weight-lifter caught naked almost
freakish with his long and thick penis. All three looked like they were
used to being displayed like this.]

     "You may recognize two of these studs later in the tour because we are
still using them in our rutting pens here. The other one, the handsome
black stud, was sold during the past year as a personal sex slave to a
young German master.  It would be reasonable to assume the black is
pleasuring his master by now, but it was our understanding his new owner,
understanding his new property's value, is using his new purchase to breed
new slave stock in his spare time utilizing his new master's wenches."

     "We'll get to see the white Balkan slave with the real long prick,"
Juan interjected, "and the white American with the very thick prick in
action when I get you down to the rutting sheds, Christian. I'm currently
using both of these slaves for my own bed when I take a fancy to it and a
female friend of my sister is using that thick pricked American stud every
time she visits - she has him in her bed most every morning, afternoon, and
night when she's around.

     The narration continued: "The studs shown, like most studs nowadays,
have been trained to show their big pricks hard anytime they are on display
and all have learned to suck to the complete satisfaction of anyone they
are assigned to.  In addition, while on loan as pleasure slaves, they
suffer a sore butt most all the time due to the number of people desiring
to fuck them."

     Again, Juan interjected.  "I've been real happy with these studs in my
own bed.  You might enjoy using either or both of them some night while
you're here. It's a real experience to fuck a slave whose main job is
fucking wenches.  You'd think they might resent it, but they seem to like
the novelty of being fucked for a change. And, of course, if you appreciate
size, these boys are in a class by themselves."

     "Heard anything about the black stud since you sold him?" I asked.

     "Well, yes, Christian.  As a matter of fact, I ran into the slave and
his master about a month ago at a country club I have guest privileges at
in Berlin.  He uses the boy as a 'display slave' when he's not serving as
his chauffeur, so I saw him by his master at the club, standing beside him
with his legs apart, his hands in back of his neck and his prick thrust out
for all to see.  He was being led around by a silver leash attached to the
ring now fitted around his balls and the base of that big prick, but he
also now sports large silver tit rings, and the tallest collar you've ever
seen - a good 4" tall that forces his head into a chronic upright position
that gives him a haughty look that's rather catching. You know how German's
like a disciplined look.  But his new owner isn't stupid - he's renting the
boy out for stud to anyone interesting in breeding their wenches.  At
least, when the boy isn't sucking or being fucked in his master's bed which
is most of the time, I hear - at least until the novelty wears off!"  Juan
laughed.

     "Sounds like he's getting his money's worth," Christian chuckled.
"I'd pay plenty for a slave with a prick like that and I'm sure you had a
good mark-up when you sold him to the German."

     "Isn't that the whole point?" Juan laughed.  "And eventually, I'm
sure, when we sell off the other two studs shown in this presentation, the
new owners of slaves like this will make sure those good slave genes aren't
wasted. They'll be breeding again soon after we sell them off, I'll wager,
even if their new owners aren't into breeding themselves when they realize
how much those two will bring being rented out to the local rutting sheds."

     Juan hit the "resume" button for the presentation and the narration
continued.

     "Studs are available in all skin colors but all offer desirable
genetic traits: excellent musculature; high disease resistance; high
endurance; high pain tolerance; strength; quick sexual response; high semen
production; and quick sexual recovery following orgasm.  Most studs are
also selected for their attractive facial and body features although this
trait isn't terribly important for the production of draft slaves, e.g.,
the mulatto stud shown previously is utilized exclusively for the
production of common field slaves due to his rather common facial and
bodily features.
 Studs don't sell unless they are well equipped for their assigned
role. This reinforces their self- concept as a "born stud," leads to all
other slaves and buyers viewing them as studs primarily (as opposed to
draft workers, house slaves, etc.), and is used, rightly or wrongly, as one
of the biggest elements in arriving at their sale price, e.g., the bigger
the organs, the higher the price. [The screen displays an extremely
handsome black posing to best show off his 12" circumcised shaft.] This
prize stud is from Sierra Leone and was purchased for $380,000.  Therefore,
studs are usually shown fully erect (although not always as the American
white slave shown previously was displayed flaccid - perhaps to emphasize
the extreme breath of his organ) - and preferably with an 'interested' look
in their eye as to their studding duties.

     [The screen next shows a jet black slave displayed shackled by his
hands and feet to a rutting bench where his large erect organ hangs beneath
him.]

     "Most studs placed in service are forced mated four to five times a
day seven days a week and are expected to perform with whatever female
brood is presented to them.  They are not allowed any other sexual outlets,
of course, in order to keep them focused on their primary responsibilities
and are not allowed to talk to or otherwise communicate with the broods
they are mated with to avoid any relationship issues.  Most broods never
even see the bucks put to them - they are usually blindfolded, chained face
down on a bench which fully exposes their vagina and forces their legs wide
apart.  The stud takes her from the rear with his instrument fully greased
so it can be fitted into smaller vaginas without damage. Once he has
deposited a full load in the chosen brood, the overseer feels his balls to
make sure he has completely emptied and then leads him back to his holding
cell before the female is released and then later tested for impregnation.
If she has not taken, she is taken back within her peak period for
insemination by a different stud.  This process is repeated until she is
confirmed pregnant or her peak period of fertility is over for the month.
If she has not been successfully impregnated, she is put back in her
regular work assignment until her peak period of reception is again reached
24 days or so later. If she does not take after three months, she is sold
off as infertile.  If a stud's impregnation rate starts to drop, he is
usually sold off as a mistress' or master's sex slave, to a male brothel,
or as a display slave.  If he is not unusually handsome, he is generally
sold off as a common draft slave.

     "Highly prolific studs sell from $100,000 up, dependent on overall
looks, size of sexual organs, age, sexual endurance, and especially
fertility rates.  The stud shown here [the screen shows an extremely
handsome slave] sold for $420,000 due to his age (only 22), skin color
(brown), musculature, hit rate (60%), eager willing attitude, and extreme
quick rate of full post- orgasmic recovery (he could be essentially bred
six times a day if scheduled appropriately).  At the low end of the scale,
the rather common, but hugely equipped, mulatto stud shown previously sold
for only $88,000 due to his age (34), skin color (mulatto), musculature
(only fair), impregnation rate (down to 40%), and low rate of sexual
recovery (he could now only be efficiently bred about twice a day).  Still,
the size of his organ kept his value up, even if only for a mistress'
amusement at this stage in his life. The Balkan stud shown previously will
be priced at $399,000 when he is sold off.  His Balkan good looks, fine
well honed and muscular body build, his relative youth (still only 21) and
his unusually huge organ all bring the price up.  But his low "hit rate"
(35%), his slow post-orgasmic recovery (up to three hours), and a surliness
that requires whip management takes a good $100,000 to $200,000 off the
price.  The black slave shown on the screen now isn't phenomenally
equipped, but his smooth black hide and good musculature will assure at
least $300,000 at auction due to his youth, quick sexual response, and very
high viable sperm count.

     [The screen now shows one handsome white boy fucking another over a
corral fence while a third white boy, equally handsome with a full hard-on
waits his turn.]

     "Today, however, huge numbers of slaves on the market were not born
into their status, but come from many other sources.  Those enslaved later
in their lives can be purchased from all sorts of places.  For example,
this youth ranch in Texas, a state detention facility, regularly sells off
its inmates to interested buyers.  We bought all three of these boys for
our own stock: the price was right; the boys are nice looking and properly
trained for their new life as slaves; and they obviously take to being
fucked without a shred of resentment.

     [The next scene on the screen shows a young white master vigorously
fucking a collared white slave about the same age.].

     "Few male slaves are actually utilized as studs.  Most slaves are
purchased for the work to be extracted from their bodies.  But, after a
full days work, owners continue to utilize their slaves in the off-hours
for their own amusement and pleasure.  Every slave nowadays expects nothing
less following some rigorous training and always strives to please their
master or mistress no matter what is asked of them.

     "In the future, however, it is clear more and more of the slave
population will be products of breeding farms, almost all of whom already
are practicing carefully controlled selective breeding procedures.  Each
new generation of slave products specifically bred for market will be a
marked improvement over the last.  Hence, every 18 years or so, we will
notice significant advancement in musculature, disease resistance, body
size, endurance and strength, not to mention overall attractiveness, size
of sexual organs, sexual responsiveness, and even obedience.  Within half a
century, fourth generation slaves will be entering the market who will be,
as a whole, remarkably handsome with most attractive muscular well-defined
bodies, beautiful skin and hair texture, feature huge, remarkably
responsive sex organs, and will be raised from birth to be totally
subservient to whoever purchases them.  In the interim, though, the
marketplace offers plenty of bodies to choose from, most of whom were once
free prior to be enslaved.

     [The screen showed a tobacco brown slave boy holding his large erect
prick in an inviting position with his muscular body posed to best display
his attributes.]

     "The slave shown on the screen now is actually a first generation
slave and a former prisoner of the U.S. government, but he now does most of
the estate's laundry, serves as a milk stud for his master's condiments,
and pleasures his mistress on demand.

     "Future slaves will require remarkably little training compared to
that received by the boy shown on the screen. Indeed, most fourth
generation slaves will seek out new ways to please their owners, present
few discipline problems, and require little training in normal slave
expectations for the home, i.e., pleasing their master or mistress in bed,
serving and cleaning skills, gardening, cooking and laundry duties, etc. or
for the estate, i.e., working to full capacity 12-14 hours in the fields at
full capacity; hauling heavy loads, drayage with wagons and carts, heavy
duty loading and unloading, etc. or even in the factories: 14 hour a day
schedules chained to their assembly posts, consistent performance without
heavy use or the whip or prods, and with a high regard for the quality of
their output."

     Juan hit the pause button and I thrust my prick deeper down the
slave's throat and rested my beer on the quivering back of the black slave
who had remained in place the entire time of the presentation despite
Juan's constant kneading of his balls and dripping prick.

     "It leaves a lot out, but I'll fill you in on that when we take a tour
of the facilities here," Juan said.

     I shot a full load well down the slave's gullet as his throat muscles
massaged my entire shaft.

     "Thank you, master," the slave said as soon as he had swallowed the
entire load.  "Shall I continue for a second round?" he inquired.

     "Why not?" I responded and the slave once again swallowed the entire
shaft and I felt his throat muscles once again as Juan punched the resume
button on the DVD player. CHAPTER 4

     "This part will explain some about the present market in slaves," Juan
said as lifted the two beers off of his 'table' and ordered the black slave
to suck him.

     "This black is too good sucking to waste as a piece of furniture,"
Juan laughed as the slave undid his fly and pulled Juan's substantial piece
of meat out.  Without hesitation, the black slave got to work as Juan
carefully returned the beers to his back. "No reason he can't suck and be a
table," Juan chuckled.

     "This next part will give you some idea of where we sell slaves
currently as well as who is buying them."

     Again, the narration on the DVD resumed amidst the slurping sounds of
two slaves sucking vigorously.

     "Slaves are available in markets all over the world," the narrator
began. "Prices vary with the invariable ebb of supply and demand, but have
remained remarkably steady since the breeding farms went into full
production, thereby assuring the steady increase in availability of slaves
the world markets demand.  About 60% of all slaves are now products of the
breeding farms, the most productive of which are currently located in
Brazil, most countries of Sub-Saharan Africa, Myanmar, South India, Saudi
Arabia, eastern Poland, the Ukraine, Byelorussia, Turkestan, and, just
beginning production, the states of Mississippi, Texas, and Alabama in the
United States in that order. But, of course, slave breeding is practiced
world wide these days and, as far as is known, there is no country that
doesn't have an operational slave breeding operation in production
somewhere or other. Consequently, global markets can offer most anything a
customer could possibly imagine and usually at a price they can afford."

     "Some recent purchases from a huge breeding farm outside of San Paulo,
Brazil illustrate the point.  All were priced under $150,000 wholesale and
all were guaranteed for a 90-day period.

     [The screen showed one slave after another on display stands in every
skin and eye and hair color imaginable, a huge variety of body sizes
(although all were very muscular and firm), some with body hair, some
without, males showing hard, and females usually pregnant. All shown were
between 16 and 35 years of age and all looked like they were eager to find
a new owner.]

     "What is shown here is typical of breeding farm offerings, although
most farms offer considerably more African and Asian stock.  Brazilian
farms, of course, like the country itself, produce racial mixtures, but
this particular farm employs primarily white studs in an effort to "lighten
the breed" which is obviously working in their case. Like shown, most
slaves are presented to best display their bodily attributes when up for
bid and most bred slaves like these are fully trained to meet any owner's
expectations of their new purchase.

     "The next largest sources of slaves (in descending order) is from
capture (war booty or kidnaping), parental sale of children, enslavement
due to indebtedness, or court adjudication due to some criminal activity.
These newly enslaved generally need to be 'broken' to their new status,
trained for extensive periods to perform their new duties with total
submission and a willing acceptance without question of whatever is asked
of them, and a dramatic change in self-concept to where they see themselves
as nothing but property at the disposal of their owner.

     "A lot of new stock ends up in lawyer's offices as a result of
indebtedness or plea bargaining in a criminal offense.  Lawyers then sell
them to slave dealers on behalf of the court.

     "Another source, especially with teenage stock, are those caught
selling drugs, especially in the United States.  These boys have a quick
trial, are sentenced to slavery, and are then often sold in small
'sheriff's sales,' perfectly legal in many Southern states of the U.S. and
a major source of income for small counties and parishes in rural America
as well as here in Brazil and most other South American countries.

     "Others, especially those from third world countries, find themselves
snatched by slave catchers who then sell in batch lots to slave
wholesalers.  Sub-Saharan Africa has turned into one huge harvesting ground
for new slaves that cost their catchers little but the time and effort to
round them up and cage them by the thousands. Other countries in
considerable turmoil and instability (e.g. Iraq, Afghanistan, and Lebanon)
are rife with mercenaries eager to line their pockets by selling off
refugees they round up under gunpoint.

     "Still other countries have a long tradition of slavery where the
disenfranchised find themselves being sold off before they know it
(e.g. Mauritania, the Sudan, Yemen and Chad).

     "Some parents take a quick profit in selling an 'excess' child when
credit card debt mounts or some special purchase, such as a new car or a
nicer house, is desired. Children can be sold up to age 18 in most
countries of the world, including the United States, without any special
court order other than proof of age and some proof (such as a birth
certificate) the child is theirs to sell.  A good looking, well built
teenager can bring enough to add a luxurious game room to the house, pay
for a new BMW, or pay off completely your American Express card.

     [The screen showed an exceptionally handsome black-haired 18-year-old
white boy with an athletic body and unusually large genitalia.]

     "The boy shown here brought in enough at auction to pay for his two
older brother's college tuitions, otherwise unaffordable to his parents."

     "Wars are a great source of new meat for the market - even border
skirmishes provide thousands of slaves for global markets each
year. Captured soldiers are usually in the peak of their manhood, in good
physical shape, and already trained to respond to heavy discipline. For
most prisoners of war, their new life as a slave is little different from
their life before since both are environments of heavy discipline and where
all decisions are essentially made for them by others, whether it is the
company commander or their new master.  Nakedness is their new uniform; a
slave collar is their new company badge; slave pens replace a barracks; and
slave chow replaces K-rations. But otherwise life is remarkably similar."

     [The screen showed four naked young men, all very attractive.]

     "All of these boys chose the wrong side to be on, and, once enslaved,
there will be no going back ever to their former 'free' status.  However,
these boys are lucky: they are all decent looking, three of the four have
good muscular builds, and even the puny one has a boyish charm that ought
to find him a decent owner.  In this case, the chained boy ended up on a
farm as a draft slave, the young boy ended up serving as a restaurant
waiter available for sexual usage by any of the customers at any time, ,
the boy in the middle ended up as a factory worker assembling autos 12
hours a day seven days a week and in his overseer's bed each and every
night, and the heavy hung jock ended up as a slave athlete for the
Liverpool Soccer Team and a rented stud when he wasn't playing. Overall, a
decent outcome for any slave."

     "Wherever they come from, and for whatever you want them for, slaves
can be found to suit every preference.

     [The screen showed an advertisement for very light skinned black
slaves from an American dealer specializing in half-breed slaves.]

     "This ad from an American slave house dealing only in half-breeds is a
good example, i.e., mulattos, quadroons and octoroons.  There are as easy
to buy as lifting your phone. The two featured here were bred to order to
assure practically hairless bodies, appealing good looks and large genital
organs, but could have just as easily come through court sentencing,
parental sale, or as war booty."

     Again, Juan hit the delay button and stood up to stretch his legs.  I
noticed a fresh set of attending slaves entered the room and knelt near the
wall with their knees wide apart to assure a proper display of their
manhood.

     I thrust my prick even deeper down the slave's throat that was
currently servicing me and rested my beer on the quivering back of the
black slave who had remained in place the entire time of the presentation
despite Juan's constant kneading of his balls and dripping prick.

     "The DVD leaves a lot out, but I'll fill you in on that when the
show's completely over," Juan said.

     I shot a full load well down the slave's gullet who was between my
legs as his throat muscles massaged my entire shaft.

     "Thank you, master," the handsome green-eyed slave said as soon as he
had swallowed the entire load.  "Shall I continue for a second round?" he
inquired.

     "Why not?" I responded and the slave once again swallowed the entire
shaft and I felt his throat muscles once again go into action. CHAPTER 5

     "The next section sort of wraps it up," Juan explained as he arched
his back and discharged a heavy load down the black slave's throat. "You
want to trade boys now?  This black is just getting warmed up but I believe
I'll like to compare him to that green-eyed boy you're slowly but surely
filling up," Juan chuckled.


     The two slaves, their mouths stretched to the limit and with pricks
clearly outlining their extended throats, never moved as their next
assignment was being discussed.  Their eyes were wide open, however, and
sparkled as they tried to anticipate every nuance of their master's
desires.

     With that, we switched slaves and Juan hit the resume button on the
DVD player whereupon a magnificent piece of collared manflesh filled the
screen totally nude, fully erect, and with a huge smile on his face.

     "One look at a handsome piece of slave flesh like that - ready and
eager to please his master - justifies all the bother slavery puts us
through," Juan said.

     "Yes, Juan, if a body like that wasn't available for sexual use, it
would be a crime against humanity," I laughed.

     "Well, no worry, Christian.  There are thousands out there on the
market as good or better than the boy on the screen - all fully trained for
our pleasure and all eager to earn their keep."

     The DVD then showed a huge variety of slaves all posed in total
nakedness; all collared and many tit-ringed; some genitally banded, some
not; a few nose ringed; a few with rings dangling from their ears; some
totally body shaved; some shaved below their necks; others hairy as a bear;
others with only a light coating of hair naturally gracing their bodies;
some with huge organs that defied probability; others normal; a few even
smallish; some in their mid to late teens; others as old as 50 or so, but
most in the early twenties.

     That finale brought the DVD to an end.  It was only 30 minutes long
but it did give the uneducated viewer, like myself, some idea of slavery in
the world today.  The two slaves attending us, having drained both of us
twice during the show, were dismissed and the two new replacement slaves
fetched us fresh drinks and promptly got on all fours to serve as our
'tables.'

     "That's just part of the story, Christian," Juan picked up where he
had left off.  "Actually, slavery is no different now than it has ever been
- it's basically no different than when the Romans were going strong except
the world's a lot bigger now.  The show didn't really cover thoroughly one
of the largest potential sources of slaves - I guess it's just too
obvious."

     "What's that, Juan?" I asked, somewhat overwhelmed as this point.

     "Breeding them," Juan responded.  "The law is the same now as it was
in 3000 B.C.  and ever since - the product of a slave womb is a slave for
life. In your country, Christian, they're just now getting into serious
production, but some other countries are very advanced in this area - I
understand here in Brazil we are breeding a good 80% of our slave stock now
and Poland isn't far behind.  I imagine in 20 to 30 years you'll have a
good 60% of the slaves you see marketed coming from specialized breeding
farms. I'm buying the first off of a farm in Mississippi specializing in
production of big, handsome blacks.  So far, they're everything they're
hyping - big and muscular, a pretty brown color, handsome and well hung.
Most importantly, they're fully acclimated to their slave status and don't
need additional training like captive stock.  You tell them to bend over
and take a fuck - that's just what they do - instantly with no questions
and with a big smile on their face because they're happy they can be of
service.  They cost a little more than the formerly free, but you save a
lot of breaking and training costs.  I'd recommend them when they become
more available.  The Romans had it down to an art once the war captives
dried up so they never suffered supply problems and there is no reason we
can't do the same, especially in the U.S. where demand will be so high."

     "Of course, training is a lot more sophisticated now for the newly
enslaved than in olden times.  We don't have to beat them half to death to
get them to accept their new lives without question.  We've got a lot of
drugs useful in breaking and training, much more effective training
procedures, and a lot of control gadgets that make the whip almost, but not
quite, obsolete - you know, electric prods for real memorable pain,
detection implants to prevent any hope of running away, electrified dildos
that can be worn everyday if necessary (like they use with almost all the
slaves in the manufacturing plants nowadays), and anti- depressants to help
the fragile ones through the first difficult days of adjustment.  A good
trainer can take the most rebellious wild slave you can think of and have
him begging you to fuck him in no less than 60 to 90 days with the modern
methods.  More importantly, that training sticks through a lifetime - no
need anymore to send them back for retraining or reminder sessions.  Out of
our last 1000 sales of slaves once free, we've only had two returned for
retraining - that's why we can guarantee our stock with little risk."

     "I haven't heard of any trouble with the slaves being introduced into
New York and I know they're all former prisoners and such, at least to
date.  But I've read they get a lot of conditioning, as they call it,
before they are put up for sale," Christian confirmed.

     "The only slaves testing the limits, or beginning to backtalk, or
hesitating in obeying an order - that sort of thing - are those who are
captured, stripped down to the buff, branded, given a good whipping, and
then put right up for auction.  No serious training, no time to settle in
to their new circumstances, nothing.  Those are the ones you hear about
acting up and where you have to take them back to the dealer or call the
Slave Police, if you have them in your country.  But pay a decent price at
a reputable dealer and you don't have any of that - I don't care what your
new properties were before they were enslaved - an Army general, a senator,
a lawyer, a doctor - anything.  Proper training leads a slave to know that
their old life is over once and for all and their new life is all that
matters - serving whoever owns them with everything they've got - body and
soul."

     "I've had Eduardo, my main bed slave, for over six years now," Juan
continued, "and never had anything but total compliance and he used to be
the CEO of a major manufacturing company here in Brazil before he got
caught embezzling funds and found himself enslaved."

     "Frankly, Juan, I don't like any bed partner much over 25 or so, no
matter how good he is," Christian said.  "I didn't realize you liked older
men.  I guess I should be flattered you took up my invitation to visit my
town house back in New York."

     "What in the hell are you talking about, Christian?  Oh!" Juan
laughed, "I see where you're coming from.  Eduardo's not old.  He's still
just 29.  He was considered a boy wonder back in the business world.  Of
course, his career didn't last too long in that area - not nearly as long
as it has as a sex slave.  He was just 23 when I bought him."

     "Well, in that case, I may ask to use him before I leave," Christian
laughed.  "For a moment there, I thought all you had hidden back in your
bedroom was stock well past their prime and Niger and those attendants we
just had servicing us were the exceptions arranged just for me."

     "Christian, I do have some customers that like the older slaves for
sex - they claim they feel more comfortable with a slave their own age."

     "Well, each to their own.  But I bet those slaves are still in great
shape, can still get it up readily, and are still at least half-way decent
to look at," I chuckled.

     "Of course, Christian.  I didn't say my customers were stupid."

     "If they can afford the prices you charge for a piece of meat, no one
is going to say they're stupid," Christian laughed.  "By the way, I drive a
dark brown Lexus.  You don't happen to have a handsome slave in stock that
is dark brown, do you?  If so, he could drive my car and warm my bed.  That
way, I would making a real statement: great design, the best features,
perfection in action, and the combo just reeks class and good taste."

     "I've got one that just came in with a coffee brown hide that's
trained to perfection and is really something to look at.  He'd fill the
bill exactly," Juan said in a tone that was pure salesmanship.

     "How much?"

     "For you, I'll discount it a little as long as you promise not to tell
anyone I knocked a little off the price - hurts the dealership's image, you
know if word got out you could wheel and deal with the stock's set prices.
Five percent off and that's the absolute best I can do without losing on
the slave.  He cost me quite a bit."

     "It's a deal," Christian said.  "I assume we can get a slave property
back to New York without too much hassle these days," I asked, unsure what
the U.S. law was at this point on imported slaves.

     "Well, there's an import fee charged by your government, greedy as it
is.  But you can ship them UPS these days without much trouble.  If you
take him with you, you'll have to figure in the airline tickets.  If we
ship him, it's on us," Juan said professionally. "We can arrange everything
for you if you want - he'll be delivered to your townhouse whenever you
want with all the appropriate ownership papers, bills of sale, and custom
receipts.  We even insure them to make sure they arrive in good shape.  To
the U.S., that adds about $2000 delivery costs, so, with the five percent
off, the stock you'd be buying would come to about $122,000, Christian.
Somehow," he snickered, "I have a feeling that's pocket change to you."

     "Jesus, Juan, when it comes to selling slaves your mind works like a
computer. How can you remember each slave's price, anyway?" Christian asked
jokingly.

     "That's my business, Christian," Juan said with a wink.  "What's the
matter?  Interested in a scrub slave for $16,000.  I've probably got a few
down in the back barns that have been traded in and I'd be glad to get rid
of at least one of them before selling them off for body parts.  One of
them is a mulatto hung like a horse and you can tell he was a real looker
back in his day.  Traded in on some new stock by that plant producing
Michelin tires over at San Paulo.  Means he's had a plug up his ass from
the tire factory for a number of years, but before that I understood he was
once owned by a brothel in downtown Rio, so you know he was a real looker
at one time and probably knows every trick in the book."

     "Save it, Juan," Christian laughed.  "I'm not in the market for a
50-year-old worn-out whore no matter how cheap the goods are.  You forget I
may be as rich as you are, my friend, and can do better than old clunkers."

     "Well, I'll get a good $20,000 or so just selling his parts off," Juan
said.  "But you know me, a salesman at heart.  Don't blame me for trying."

     "I'm not criticizing anyone serving as my gracious host in Brazil,"
Christian laughed, "especially with a five percent discount."

     "I'll have that beautiful brown boy ready for shipment anytime you
want him when you get back to New York.  And, if you want, you can try him
out tonight in your own bed," Juan stated.

     "I sort of had Niger in mind for tonight if your hospitality still
holds," I sheepishly answered.  "I sure enjoyed him last night."

     "You can have both, you know, Christian," Juan laughed.  "That is, if
you're up to fucking both of them."

     "You're going to wear me down to a nub, Juan," I laughed, "but I would
like to see if the new slave is as well trained as you claim before
shipping him all the way to New York."

     "I'll have him delivered to your room about midnight.  Surely by then,
Niger will be ready for a little rest," Juan laughed.  "He'll be delivered
completely cleansed inside and out and fully greased up for a good
fucking."

     "How about later in the week, Juan? I think Niger will be enough for
tonight."

     "Oh, alright, Christian.  I'll use him one last time tonight.  He's a
long way from being a virgin anyway,' Juan laughed.  "In the interim, let's
go back to the manor house for a good lunch and then I can show you some of
my house staff.  We need to do that before we begin a tour of the main
facilities here."

     Christian gave a quizzical look at Juan, glancing at the two slaves in
the room.

     "Oh, all right.  You can fuck my attendant while I fuck yours," Juan
said. "Seems fair enough, but I must warn you, Christian.  I'm about fucked
out for today. You Americans never seem to wear out, despite all the talk
about machismo here in Brazil."

     Soon, Juan had exhausted my attendant slave to his complete
satisfaction and I had explored all aspects of Juan's attendant.  After
that, the two slaves were ordered to douche and then shower and we
proceeded to the main house.

     When we got back to the manor house, Juan showed me three of the best
pieces of male flesh I had ever seen, part of his house staff.  The first
slave's skin was a very smooth cream color with no blemishes whatsoever.
His body was well defined, but not overly muscular like a weight-lifter's
might be.  His face was almost feminine it was so beautiful with fine black
ringlets framing the face highlighted by a jet black pencil line beard
outlining his jaw-line.  He had flashing jet black eyes, prominent ringed
brown nipples, beautifully sculpted pecs and abs, and a long, thick,
circumcised penis at good 10" long atop balls the size of a couple of
peaches. His body was totally hairless below his neck, which made his gold
collar, tit rings, and thick genital band display beautifully.

     "This slave is even better in bed than he looks like he might be,"
Juan explained as he stroked the slave to a full erection until the boy was
dripping heavily.

     The second slave presented was a pure black trimmed with a gold
collar, gold genital band, and gold tit rings.

     "This is the slave I mentioned before - he's one of the first out of
the Mississippi breeding farm I was talking about before," Juan explained
as he rubbed the black's slave muscular butt appreciatively.

     The slave was so sexy that I got all hot again and could barely pay
attention to Juan's third presentation, a muscular boy with sandy brown
hair, a light dusting of body hair he was allowed to keep, a cute face, and
a phenomenal prick fully erect between his two widely-parted legs.

     "Another American boy," Juan explained as he hefted the slave's balls
and bounced them around in the palm of his hand possessively.  "Part of a
large lot of slaves sold by the Texas prison system to a big dealer in Rio.
When I saw him, I just had to have him for some reason or another."

     "I think I can understand your need to buy him," Christian said as he
ran his hands over the slave's sculptured pecs and twisted his tit rings a
little.

     "You know when I bought him, I took him with me, right out of his
holding pen, to my hotel room in Rio and spent the next two hours fucking
him slowly and thoroughly even though it wasn't even noon yet," Juan
chuckled.  "And you know what he said to me when I was through plowing his
ass, Christian?"


     "I'm surprised he could say anything after that, Juan," I laughed.

     "The slave here said, 'Thank you, master,' when I dismissed him from
my bed at long last.  And then, Christian," Juan continued, "with a worried
look on his handsome face, he ventured, 'Was I as pleasing as Master's
other bed slaves?'"

      "Christian, I told him: 'Why, you horny bastard. What's the matter?
Getting jealous of your competition? But then I told him he was fine - I
just thought he was a little too tight in the ass, but I'd take care of
that over time.'"

     "You know, Christian, this slave looked relieved and a smile crept
across his face.  I guess he thought he wouldn't be traded in right away,
at least. And you're still here, aren't you, slave?" Juan asked the
handsome American boy.

     "Yes, master," the beautiful piece of man-flesh responded with a big
smile on his face. "Would master or his friend like to use me now, master?"
he ventured.

     "Hold your horses, boy.  All in due time," Juan laughed as he
continued kneading the boy's balls.