Date: Sat, 10 May 2008 14:26:17 GMT
From: "anonymous4371@juno.com" <anonymous4371@juno.com>
Subject: THE VOLUPTUARY 1-5 (Authoritarian)
THE VOLUPTUARY
by Bill Smith
CHAPTER 1
THE INVITATION
A slave courier, dressed impeccably in a skin-tight gray worsted
livery, brought a thick vellum envelope like those used for fancy wedding
invitations, except much more luxurious. On the back flap was the famous
name embossed in gold: David Hickam Holgate III. It was addressed to both
Dallas and Charles.
Both men held their breath as they carefully opened the expensive
envelope. Inside they found a single card with the message in a special
embossed gold ink.
"David Hickam Holgate III cordially invites both of you to a
party on Feb. 15, 2008 celebrating the opening of his new estate,
located at 111881 Bayshore Drive, Boca Raton, Florida.
Cocktails: 8 P.M; Dinner at 9 P.M.
Dress: Informal, Creative or whatever.
Please present this invitation at the front gate.
R.S.V.P. necessary by Jan. 15 in order to validate this invitation
(Fax your response to 888-HOLGATE).
No gifts, please. Overnight accommodations will be provided.
Sorry, limit of one personal attendant per person, but is really not
necessary for your comfort or convenience."
Charles actually began to tear up as a life-long dream materialized -
an invitation to a party by one of the 10 most wealthy persons in the world
and certainly the most controversial.
"I never thought the two of us would get an invite to some event put
on by The Voluptuary,' Dallas hugged his longtime partner, both in business
and in his bed. "I knew some of our stock had ended up in Holgate's
possession, but, Charles, we never sold to him directly in any way. I
can't imagine how he has even heard of us."
"Who cares?" Charles chuckled. "I've always wanted to see how the
super-rich live and here's our chance. Besides, I understand his nickname,
The Voluptuary' is well earned. I suppose you've heard the same rumors
I've heard - he's creative, he's artistic, and he's sensual."
"And takes sex to a new level," Dallas added, reaching down and
playfully rubbing Charles' crotch, already swollen in his excitement. "This
thing is going to get a real workout if half of what I hear is true about a
Holgate party," Dallas said as he squeezed Charles' nicely sized prick and
stroked it through the expensive slacks Charles was wearing.
That was all it took for the two business partners to sink into the
thick foyer rug, strip each other of their clothing, and enjoy each other's
bodies once again - a mere four hours since their last encounter upon
awakening that morning.
The treasured invitation rested on the floor beside their writhing
bodies, well out of damage's way.
One of their house slaves, cleaning in the next room, heard the
commotion and peeked around the corner. When he saw his two owners
coupling with each other on the floor, he stifled a giggle and went back to
dusting knowing he could be called to the foyer action the minute the two
wanted a little variety. Well, he was ready, he mused. All the handsome
well built boy wore was his slave collar, his thick genital ring, his tit
rings, and his house brand. And, as usual, he had flushed himself out and
lubed his hole less than an hour ago in preparation for his masters' usage
at some point during the day in all probability.
THE VOLUPTUARY
by Bill Smith
CHAPTER 2
ROMULUS
Romulus, as the two men had named this particular house slave, had
been worked hard ever since the two had bought him three years ago when he
was just 17 and first been marketed. Before that, he was a typical product
of a single parent mom caught in a web of poverty, lack of education, and
no hope for a better future. She supported herself through prostitution
but as the years passed that yielded less and less and by the time she was
30 was hooked on drugs. When Romulus was full grown, she sold him to her
drug dealer in exchange for six-months supply in that she couldn't afford
to feed him anymore, he wasn't bringing in much when she tried to pimp him
to aging gays and desperate old ladies in her neighborhood, and he was a
product of one of her johns anyway when she was young and careless.
Despite all that, though, he was muscular, good looking, very well
hung, and his deep chocolate color on a satiny smooth skin had a certain
sexy appeal. The drug dealer had approached her on several occasions about
taking the boy off her hands, but she had hesitated until her drug needs
overwhelmed her concern about selling her own son into certain slavery.
The dealer hadn't stated he would be made a slave, but he didn't need
to. In her world, nobody was exchanged for cash without the certainty of
having a collar around their neck and an ownership brand on their butt for
the rest of their life. It was just part of life in the area of town she
inhabited. The dealer did promise her he would be shipped off to where
she'd never see him again and somehow that alleviated her guilt.
The dealer raped him repeatedly the first night his mother had turned
him over to him. The next morning, his ass so sore he could hardly walk
and shamed beyond belief, he was chained to the inside wall of a panel
truck by a neck collar alongside three other boys about his age and two
females just a little older. All six had been stripped of all clothing and
each tried to hide themselves from the stares of the others. Romulus was
the only one with cum running down his leg from his hole, but all the
others looked as shamed and humiliated as he did. Romulus knew it wasn't
just from the forced nudity or the collar around their neck.
"They fuck the bejesus out of you too?" the black person chained next
to Romulus asked, staring pointedly at the cum running down Romulus' leg.
Romulus blushed until his normally brown face was maroon. The two
black girls chained on the opposite side of the truck started to sob as
they twisted their body so they were less exposed to the male's view
opposite them. Romulus started to answer but found himself too ashamed to
respond.
"I know it hurts, but it's nothing to be ashamed of," Romulus'
companion said comfortingly. "All slaves get fucked - it's just a matter
of when and how much. Those girls there," he pointed to the two chained to
the truck's wall, "got fucked every night the dealer had me chained up in
his place and me," he spat on the floor between them, "he had me chained to
a saw bench by my arms and legs for the first week while he fucked the shit
out of me. After that, like the other two here who were already there when
I arrived, you just start accepting it like all the other slaves do from
what I've seen. I'd never been around slaves before - my hood's too poor
to have any slaves around - so hell, I didn't know what they were used for.
I thought they were bought to do all the dirty work, you know, like on the
garbage trucks and down in the sewer plants, but I never thought about
being sold to be a cum dump for their owners. Sort of ignorant, I was, when
it came to slaves. Now that I is one, I'm not so damn dumb. These two
other black boys here just like me - fucked steady until they got used to
it and stopped moaning every time a big one went sliding up their
backside. None of us slaves until just recently and none of us knew nothing
about what slaves had to do to get fed."
"Now we sure as hell know," one of the other black boys said as he
scooted back against the panel truck's walls and spread his legs apart to
keep from bouncing around, willing to totally expose himself for the sake
of a little comfort.
"Yeah, just fuck meat so far. Me, I'm ready for something else, even
if it is working down in the sewers or out on some farm or something," the
other boy, a blond boy with blue eyes, added.
Not one of the six new slaves had any idea of where they were headed
or what would happen to them. But all six understood they were slaves now
and would probably soon be sold off to a whole new life. Drug dealers
weren't in the slave business - they only took them in lieu of hard cash as
a last resort and got rid of them after they had accumulated a few. The
six in the truck had that in common. All six bodies had been sold off by
their legal guardians in exchange for drugs; all six had been "broken in"
to the usual sexual demands placed on a slave; and all six were, in all
probability, on their way to a professional slave dealer who would buy them
"as is" from the drug merchants, give them some basic slave training, hone
their bodies for maximum sales price, and make their life so unpleasant any
new owner, no matter what he or she wanted out of them, would seem like a
relief.
For some inexplicable reason, Romulus' thoughts wondered to whether he
or the blond boy would bring more on the auction block. All six of the
truck's occupants were about the same age. All four males were well built,
well hung, reasonably handsome, and quite muscular. Did females sell for
more than males? Did jet blacks bring more on the auction block than brown
boys? Did blonds or red heads bring a premium, all things being equal?
And why in the hell were all of them now slaves? Bad luck? Fate? Born to
the wrong parents? Or just too stupid to see it coming and not running
away before they got sold off?
***************
Romulus, like the other truck occupants, underwent the standard
three-months of slave conditioning while forced exercises shaped his body
into perfection. During that time, he was "processed:" his body hair was
shaved off; his tits were ringed, his prick was circumcised; his genitals
were banded so they protruded obscenely at all times; and his neck was
permanently fitted with a very thick, tall, and heavy brass collar. A
standard slave identification number was tattooed across his forehead,
forever marking him as a slave as if his chronic nakedness and thick collar
didn't already do that, and an "ownership" brand (a stylized "S") was
seared into his left ass check to mark his status forever. To date, they
had not notched his ears or fitted him with a nose ring, almost universal
nowadays among slaves bought for construction, agricultural and mining
slaves usually chained together in work teams by their nose rings. Female
slaves were processed the same, except, of course, they weren't circumcised
and a clitoral ring was fitted instead of a genital band. And they weren't
exercised as much so they remained soft and more curvaceous than the male
slaves.
The day before being auctioned off by one of the city's largest slave
dealers, Romulus, like all the others, had been chained in place outside
his cage where he was available for anyone to inspect him. By the end of
that day - the longest in his life to date - his prick was chafed from
continual stoking, his balls were sore from being repeatedly drained, his
ringed tits were swollen from constant pinching and pulling, and even his
jaws ached from being forced to hold his mouth open as wide as he could
while potential customers checked out his teeth and oral capacity. His
throat and ass both were raw from the huge rubber dildos forced into his
two major body openings as customers tested out his sexual training in both
sucking a new master or taking a good fucking without too squirming
around. His stomach was filled with quarts of cum - some thick, some thin,
some bitter, some sweet. On both sides of him and across the aisles of the
holding pens, slaves of all colors, sizes, and shapes were undergoing
exactly the same as him. Female slaves were treated to similar
examinations but were openly fucked instead of just being milked like the
males and their tits tended to be kneaded much more. By late afternoon,
the place stunk of semen, sweat, lubricants, and saliva - all smells
familiar to any slave who had gone through basic slave training or any
buyer familiar with slave holding pens. Exhausted at the end of the day,
the slaves sunk into a deep sleep once they were given a series of enemas
to clean them out, bathed, given plenty to drink and eat, and then returned
to their cages.
The next morning, they were again allowed to shit and shower, douched
thoroughly, lubed, shaved if necessary, and then coated with a pleasant
smelling preparation body oil used by most auction houses which made their
bodies gleam under the auction lights. Even their body rings were polished
for the event, eye drops made their eyes sparkle, teeth and nails were
polished, and, for the first time in months, a deodorant was applied under
their shaved arm pits. Right before mounting the stage, each male was
stroked until he was fully aroused and each female had her clit and tits
massaged until they were erect. When each slave mounted the auction block
under the brilliant lights, his or her body looked about as appealing as
was possible to the widest range of potential buyers, male or female.
As they had been carefully taught, each slave posed to best show off
their musculature, their sexual features, and their facial characteristics.
A smile was ever-present on each slave's face as the auctioneer extolled
the slave's special features, his or her background and training, any
specialized attributes, all while urging the selling price higher and
higher with each new bid. Most of the auctioneer's prattle was made up on
the spot, but there was enough truth in it to give the buyer's some idea of
what they would be purchasing along with considerable mirth and merriment
at the auctioneer's humor and wit in presenting the merchandise. ["Here's a
young stud any master would be happy with," the auctioneer smiled as hefted
a male slave's large prick up for all to admire. "For a discerning master,
this wench would warm an old man's bed" as a nubile 16-year-old girl is
played stark naked to the buying audience.]
Romulus, like the others, was presented fully sexually aroused, his
muscles and smooth brown skin glowing under the lights, and posed so his
very large sexual organs and bubble-butt ass was best displayed. His youth,
his relative freshness, his short time in slavery, and his excellent
training were all presented, along with the fact his own mother had sold
him into slavery at the height of his physical maturity. His trainer's
comments on his abilities in bed were alluded to and the suggestion was
made that a body like this would be wasted as an ordinary draft slave. As
the auctioneer reached down and stroked Romulus' huge erect prick, he
suggested he would be welcome in any mistresses bed as well as a masters
and his thorough training fully prepared him for an owner's complete
satisfaction either way.
Due to all the bright lights, Romulus couldn't see the audience of
buyers. But he knew the bidding was going up and up and suddenly, a leash
was snapped to his neck collar and he was jerked off the auction block and
off stage to a holding area along with a group of already auctioned slaves.
Within minutes, he was claimed by two young men who paid for him via credit
card, and, with only the command that his name would now be Romulus, led
him out to their SUV which contained a large cage in the back. With a
motion of their hand, Romulus dutifully climbed into the cage and they were
off. The slave's life as the newly named Romulus with a brand new set of
owners had begun!
He wondered if his mother had already gone through her new supply or
drugs or if a few snorts were still left. That was the last he ever
thought of his origins. That life was gone forever and a new one with two
handsome young masters had begun.
THE VOLUPTUARY
by Bill Smith
CHAPTER 3
THE HOLGATE SLAVES
As the invitations were being delivered, Dave Holgate was at his new
mansion checking out the mechanics of the new slave quarters there - a
custom design he had come up with himself. Like the mansion itself, it was
built on a large scale with 500 available cages and room for adding 100
more if needed. If people thought that was excessive, his standard answer
was that the Emperor Hadrian back in Ancient Rome had 20,000 slaves at his
villa, each attired exactly alike. The cages all had wire mesh floors and
stainless steel bars everywhere else except for the front opening which was
a simple barred door, also of stainless steel. An automatic high pressure
flushing system took care of all wastes and smells periodically as well as
kept the properties contained within spotlessly clean once they got over
their shock of being plummeted with high pressure sprays every few hours.
But most slaves liked to have a clean body and appreciated having a clean
cage after the filthy slave pens and smelly unwashed bodies of most stock
held by the slave dealers. Each cage had a number programmed into a central
computer. To "call" any slave he wanted, all Mr. Holgate (or his stewards)
had to do was enter into a small remote control the slave's cage number and
press "Enter." At that point, a red light would begin flashing in that
slave's particular cage, the location of the remote was pinpointed on a
display screen facing all the cages, the locked door would pop open and, if
the cage wasn't empty within 15 seconds, the entire cage became an electric
shock pad, set at a level just short of burning human tissue but inducing
unforgettable paralyzing pain. If the slave summoned wasn't within 5 feet
of the remote control within 3 minutes, his shock collar was automatically
activated and he was brought to a fetal position instantly with the induced
pain, able only to scream in agony as his muscles literally spasmed and the
spit in his mouth sizzled. After two or three "calls," slaves learned to
get to that remote control practically instantly, no matter how deep a
sleep they were in at the time they were summoned or what room they had
been summoned to. The entire system was of Mr. Holgate's own design and
worked beautifully, especially with the added touch that each slave had to
kneel at his master's feet to avoid an additional shock delivered by the
holder of the remote control.
The "call" system was only a sample of the control Mr. Holgate kept
over his slaves. Feeding was rigidly controlled, with the cage bowl
dispenser computer programmed to deliver only the calorie content needed to
maintain a very healthy body status but guaranteeing a chronic hunger at
the same time. No Holgate slave could remember the last time he had ever
experienced feeling "full." The same was true of water intake - plenty to
maintain a healthy body, but available only when scheduled by their
master's computer program or given as a "special treat" for extraordinary
service, usually in some demanded sexual function. Pissing and shitting
were allowed only upon morning awakening and before being caged for the
night, although field slaves could piss in the fields, draft slaves could
piss while harnessed, and house slaves could piss in a pot as long as it
was discrete and didn't inconvenience their master. All sexual outlets were
forbidden without express permission of their master or mistress in that
most owners thought such activity drained a slave's energy away from his
assigned duties and was therefore wasteful. Consequently, many slaves were
constantly hard and dripping as their need became omnipresent and masters
generally expected them to appear that way - a flaccid prick was a slave's
worst enemy. Many overseers interpreted this as a sure sign the slave was
cheating his master out of his full energy by secretly masturbating somehow
with the supervisor's back was turned.
Slaves utilized for sexual purposes - actually most of Holgate's
stock - had additional duties: three enemas before reporting for duty each
morning and every evening and after every sexual usage, insertion of proper
lubrication both morning and evening; oil on their bodies for maximum
appeal, daily body shavings so they were always smooth, supple, and
hairless, careful grooming of their head hair, and daily polishing of their
bodily bands, rings, and collars. All sex slaves were expected to show hard
all the time - it demonstrated their interest and excitement in being
called to service their betters. All slaves understood a chronic erection
assured their owners they weren't so "used up" they would need to be sold
off to the mines or a construction crew where a hard prick didn't matter
one way or the other as long as they responded instantly to a whip on their
back.
A Holgate slave responded instantly, showed his eagerness to be used
any way his master or mistress wanted, and always had a willing smile on
his face to mask the chronic fear that ruled his existence. They were also
totally exposed at all times, wore body adornments and ownership marks that
emphasized they were owned properties, and were universally young,
handsome, well equipped sexually, and beautifully built. They were the the
best money could buy - literally, the epitomes of human flesh - and all
displayed the Holgate brand neatly burned into their butt.
Within a month, the estate would be completed and all these cages
would be filled, David Holgate thought with considerable satisfaction. He
wasn't worried about filling them, At his present home, he had been
stockpiling slaves. He already had 640 slaves and his present home only
needed 150, so, once the transfer occurred the minute the cages were
completed and the computer programming was in place, he'd have everything
he needed to make this new place actually run.
Those slaves to be transferred had already been selected and
appropriately outfitted. There were to be 50 young breeding females,
collared with ear and nose rings only, to do most of the cleaning, laundry,
and kitchen work. They would be kept constantly pregnant with the goal of
producing at least 20 foals before being sold off as common work slaves.
After 15 years, a crop of 50 selectively bred slaves a year would be on
hand for replacement stock or a cash crop for the slave markets. Bought for
their genetic qualities as well as their inherent beauty and bodies that
promised to birth easily, they would be allowed to breed only with highly
selected males selected by the estate's resident studmaster to assure the
best output possible, no different than the thoroughbred horses and prize
cattle on most large farms.
The 450 males to be transferred had been carefully purchased over the
past few years for specific qualities and price was no object when bidding
for them at markets scattered all over the world. Holgate agents went
wherever they needed to get the stock they were looking for - price no
object.
The selected male slaves were between 5"8" and 6"4; beautifully
muscled on bodies which featured broad shoulders, huge pectorals,
relatively small waists, bubble butts, and thick sinewy thighs and calves.
They ranged in color from the deepest black from Central Africa to the
pinkish white of Scandanavian blonds with every shade inbetween, including
the rich browns from Brazil, the yellowish tints of China, and the olive
skinned Mediterraneans. They all featured thick muscular necks (now heavily
collared of course with thick chromium), exceptionally handsome facial
features, large sparkling eyes, exceptionally thick and long pricks (now
universally neatly circumcised) and large, nicely shaped rounded balls that
hung close to the body. All featured prominent tits (now all were ringed
with 2" chrome rings suitable for leashing) and all were fitted with a
thick 3/4" genital band of chrome which encompassed the base of their prick
and their ball sac, thereby assuring their genitals were all protruded
prominently at all times and made their sex extremely easy for anyone to
handle whenever desired. Some, mainly those who looked almost brutally
masculine, were fitted with chrome nose rings which would be easily
leashed, some almost "pretty" boys were fitted with large chromium ear
rings, and all had hair styles designed to highlight their natural appeal:
blacks generally had close cuts which emphasized their natural curls unless
they had straight hair which was allowed to grow shoulder length; those
with fizzy hair wore dread-locks that reached to their shoulders. Whites
were coiffured in everything from shoulder length blond wavy hair to Marine
Corp crewcuts dependent on their musculature and skin coloring. Green and
brilliant blue eyes were prevalent among the whites by purchase selection;
golden and jet black eyes were prevalent among the blacks; while browns and
Orientals with unusual eye coloring (such as light blue, green or gray)
were also obviously much more prevalent in this expensive batch than the
slave population at large.
All slaves outfitted like this knew they were purchased for their
bodies' unusual appeals and expected nothing else than to have owners enjoy
those bodies, having paid the kind of money they had cost on the auction
block. The arduous training they had received since purchase confirmed this
in that no area of utilizing their bodies to provide pleasure to any man or
woman wanting to use them had been neglected. Indeed, by the end of their
training demanded by their new owner, a Master Holgate, no slave in his
possession doubted for a moment that he or she wasn't put on this earth for
that very purpose and performing to the upmost in this area was their
ordained destiny.
THE VOLUPTUARY
by Bill Smith
CHAPTER 4
ROMULUS SERVICES HIS MASTERS
Romulus peeked around the corner one more time to see his two masters,
Dallas and Charles, had quickly taken their pleasure with each other on the
foyer floor and were now sprawled across the area rug, their nicely honed
bodies slick with sweat and both still panting from their exertions in
fucking each other so quickly.
"Well, that was pleasant," Dallas gasped out as he withdraw from
Charles' ass. "Your ass is as tight as ever, buddy."
"So was yours, Dallas, and thanks for letting me go first," Charles
replied languidly. "Somehow I got so excited with that invitation I
thought I was going to spew all over the floor, but, fortunately, I got up
your ass in time to prevent a mess on the rug."
"Another round?" Dallas asked.
"Why not?" Charles replied.
"Romulus, get your ass in here," Dallas yelled out as he looked down
at his still semi-erect prick, covered in cum and ass juice.
Romulus heard his master and responded immediately. To not do so was
unthinkable in view of past punishments for hesitation on his part.
"Yes, master," Romulus said as he appropriately knelt on his knees in
front of his master, his head lowered as far as his thick collar would
allow and with his legs spread wide to best expose his banded genitals.
"Clean our shafts with your mouth, Romulus, and then get on all fours
with your mouth and ass open. Master Charles and I want to fuck you
simultaneously.
"Yes, master," Romulus said as he crawled forward and engulfed Dallas'
shaft completely down his throat and carefully slurped it clean and then
did the same for Master Charles. The taste of trace amounts of shit mixed
with still warm cum and a little sweat was familiar to the slave and didn't
bother him - he swallowed it down instantly - and then assumed the
commanded position where it would be most convenient for his two masters to
use his two holes at the same time. His head was held forward with his
mouth opened wide; his ass was perched high with his legs spread wide to
make sure his hole was fully accessible. Within the minute, he felt the
familiar stretching of his throat and ass as two pricks plunged into
him. Romulus remembered his training: his ass muscles tightened immediately
as soon as Master Charles' shaft was all the way up him and he relaxed his
throat muscles until Master Dallas' shaft had wedged itself deep into his
throat.
Charles commenced pumping into him as Romulus churned his ass to make
the fuck as enjoyable as possible for his master as he softly moaned in
compliance. He also swirled his tongue around Master Dallas' deeply
embedded prick as the natural gag reflexes slowly ceased as Romulus
exercised the careful training he had received to be a good cock
sucker. Since both masters had drained themselves just minutes before into
each other, this fucking took considerably longer and it was a good 20
minutes before Romulus felt the final deep plunges up his rectum followed
by warm cum running down his leg and, shortly after that, felt surge after
surge of hot cum trickling down his throat into his stomach. Master
Dallas' cum he could taste - it was, as usual, slightly salty, thick, and
with the acrid tangy taste only a grown man has. Romulus had come to
appreciate the taste of cum over time: he was a nice relief to the only
other thing he ever tasted - slave chow which resembled stale cardboard.
Drained, both masters ordered the slave back to the slave quarters to
flush out before he dripped cum all over the floor and then return to his
cleaning duties.
"Thank you for using me," Romulus remembered to say to both his
masters before getting upright and hastening himself to the slaves'
maintenance room for a thorough flushing. Within a few minutes, he was
back dusting in the next room as if nothing had happened to interrupt his
work. Such interludes were part of any slave's live in this household and,
over time, none of the slaves there thought much about it one way or the
other. They knew the expectations in this area were no different than good
looking slaves in most other households - after all, that's why their
owners had paid good money for them.
THE VOLUPTUARY
by Bill Smith
CHAPTER 5
THE PREVIOUS HOLGATE PARTY
The last Holgate party, just a month ago, had been a sensation. Held
in the "old" manor house in town, those invited were still talking about
it, comparing experiences with each other, and exaggerating a bit in
telling about it to those unlucky enough not to have been invited. Around
100 fortunate people received invitations and all of them cleared their
calendars for the event. All of them took a personal attendant with them,
more for show than anything else, but quickly found out they just got in
the way. Compared to the Holgate slaves in attendance (and there were over
400 of them), their own slave attendants seemed like they had been bought
at a rummage sale and were almost an embarrassment to their owners.
When the invitee first approached the town house, he first saw an
exceptionally handsome, totally nude blond German slave leashed by his
penile ring to a curbstone. The German slave looked to be around 20 years
old, was very muscular, was body shaved below his face, and was fitted with
a thick black leather collar, chrome 3" tit rings, a chrome band
encompassing his genitals which lifted them up for maximum protrusion, and
a silver chain running from the large penile ring fitted through the head
of his extraordinarily large penis to a ring in the curbstone. The only
other adornment on the slave was a heavy black leather harness which cupped
his pectorals and highlighted his heavily muscled abdoman. Atop the German
slave's head was a thick crop of blond hair, trimmed at shoulder level and,
below that, a pencil line beard outlining his rugged jaw line. It gave him
the appearance of a prime Viking, now tamed for an owner's pleasure. As
guests arrived, the German slave's job was to greet them in the name of his
master, offer himself to any guests who would enjoy using him right there
on the street, and, if not, invite them to use him later in the evening
when he would be chained right off the main foyer for convenience of the
guests. Although the guests were in too much of hurry to use him right
then out on the street, his continual smile was in fact welcoming and many
a guest made a mental note to take advantage of his offer before the
evening was over.
Beyond the curb, and just to the right of the front entry, was another
display of slave flesh, this one even more spectacular. Three exceptionally
handsome well built slaves were all fitted with large, thick penile rings.
Two of them, in standard slave display positions, were leashed by those
rings to the penile ring of a third slave standing between them who had one
of the largest penises most of the guests had ever seen, showing himself
fully erect despite the chain leashes trying to pull it down a bit with
their weight. It was a penis, nicely shaped despite its huge size, and
neatly circumcised, that more resembled that on a horse than a human and is
what medical books described as "priapism" - a term used to describe
abnormally and relatively rare huge penises occasionally occurring as a
genetic fluke. But, in this case, all three slaves, fastened together by
their penises, were anything but flukes in the looks department - each one
was breathtakingly handsome, had a magnificent muscular physique, and
reeked of masculine sexuality. The lead slave, to which the other two were
attached, was fastened by his neck collar to a ring in the wall behind him.
All three slaves were heavily collared, had large 3" rings in both tits,
were genitally banded with 1" bands which forced full protrusion, all had a
large 2" ring through their nose septum, the ring hanging down to their
upper lip, and all had 2" rings pierced through their ear lobs. All these
adornments were of the same material - copper- which highlighted their
smooth copper-colored skin. All three were of the same skin shade, all were
oiled so their skin glowered under the torch light illuminating them, and
all had jet black hair, neatly trimmed to ear length. What was even more
spectacular, though, was the look in their eyes and evident in their facial
expressions - total humiliation, abject shame, and utter defeat. They were
in the absolute control of their master, their bodies were simply objects
to be displayed at their owner's whim, and their destiny was to be
showpieces for their master's caprice.
The guests viewing them so lasciviously had lust in their eyes - the
lust one has for an available animal that will satisfy their needs.
Nowhere did they see a guest that was concerned for their plight, the
humiliating way in which they were displayed, the fact their bodies had
been mutilated to heighten their aura of being totally controlled, or even
acknowledgment that they, given any choice, might not want to display
themselves in such a wanton fashion. On the contrary, most were fascinated
with the idea of piercing a ring clear through a penis and then attaching a
chain to it as a "leash," of leashing slaves to each other by their
manhood, of banding their genitals to force the maximum outward protrusion
of their genitals, or using such large rings in piercing a man's tortured
nipples, let alone enhancing the controlled look only a ring forced through
a nose septum and obviously available for leashing could give a purchased
piece of human flesh. Nary a guest passed without giving in to the
temptation to tug a bit on a nose ring to judge the reaction, to grip the
banded penises to study how the penile ring had been installed; to twist
the nipple rings just a bit to see the shiver of response, or even to tug
on an ear ring to turn the slave one way or another. Every guest, no
matter how sophisticated, could not resist pulling on the leashes
connecting the penile rings to see the tension as it stretched the penises
they were attached to and hear the gasp of pain as the slave responded to
the pressure in this most sensitive part of his body and then smiled as
they saw the penis so stretched respond by growing even bigger in a
perverse sexual excitement even the slave couldn't explain at this point in
their life. All three slaves had been taught to smile at all times no
matter what and they did - a smile that revealed their constant fear of
punishment. But, despite the forced smile, tears were flowing down their
cheeks - tears of shame, humiliation, and despair. To the guests, this
only added to the ambiance of the display and greatly enhanced their
admiration of their host, Mr. Holgate, a man who took the use of slaves to
a whole new level. They couldn't wait to get inside the town house and see
what awaited them. Those who had brought their own slave attendants, also
totally nude and frequently ringed themselves, were already a little
embarrassed - their own slaves, well muscled and selected for their
physical beauty, seemed tawdry and cheap compared to the specimens
Mr. Holgate was displaying.
What most guests didn't realize was that this trio so licentiously
displayed had, until just a few months ago, been large slave holders
themselves, having been chief executive officers of large corporations and
running households that involved having scores of slaves to do their every
bidding, including pleasing them sexually whenever and however they
wanted. As previous masters, they had viewed their own slaves as no more
than animals - convenient receptacles to satiate their lust and, if
carefully selected, pretty to decorate their house with. Now they were
slaves themselves and displayed in a fashion so degrading even they hadn't
thought of it previously. None of the three had ever imagined in their
wildest nightmares that they might someday end up being publically
displayed stark nude chained by a ring through their penis with decorative
shoulder pads anchored by their tit rings. All of them had seen plenty of
slaves displayed nude before, of course; all of them had their own slaves
routinely body shaved; and all of them had a few of their better looking
slaves ringed through their tits or banded around their genitals; but none
had even thought of a penile ring or even seen one until it had been done
to them.
Nor had any of the three ever thought that their own slaves might
actually have feelings of humiliation or shame at being displayed nude
before total strangers. In fact, up until now, it had never occurred to
them that their "animals" had any feelings at all, good or bad, outside of
fear of punishment or the joy inherent in serving their master well. Now,
with total strangers yanking at their penile rings, twisting their tit
rings, stroking their shafts to full erection, or squeezing their balls in
the palms of their hands, they fully realized slaves do in fact suffer
humiliation, anguish, shame, revulsion, and disgust, but all this had to be
accommodated if they were to avoid the harsh punishments meted out
routinely to slave "animals." The trio envied their colleagues born into
slavery - they expected nothing less and seemingly never developed such
cumbersome feelings of guilt, shame, and humiliation. If a master wanted
it, that was all there was to it - it had nothing to do with the slave
himself. But for those who once had social status, had owned slaves
themselves, and, especially for those in high ranking executive positions,
the transition from C.E.O. to a naked slave on full display was difficult
indeed and demanded a purging of all previous ideas of who and what they
were. The former executive with the abnormally large prick now realized he
was being displayed as a novelty, no different than an albino slave with
pink eyes he'd once seen at a friend's dinner party back before he had been
enslaved himself.
"Get your prick showing hard," one guest growled at his slave
attendant, leashed by his nipple ring to his master's right hand. "That's
the least you can do, you bastard, rather than embarrass me with a limp
dick in front of specimens like this," he pointed with his leash hand to
the threesome joined by their penile rings, thereby jerking his slave
rather viciously by his tit ring.
"Yes, master," the attendant said as he gasped from the pain of being
pulled by his nipple ring. But, either from the nipple pain or his
master's command, his prick did reach a full erection and, since he was
very well endowed, was quite showy since he was genitally ringed and shaved
smooth in that area so his prick not only protruded well, but wasn't hidden
by any body hairs.
The slave attendant looked around at the other slaves guests had
brought with them. All were totally nude like himself, all were body shaved
and oiled, all were muscular, and all were heavy hung. Most managed to
maintain the erections expected of them, and many were being fondled by
their balls, their tits, or their pricks as they waited patiently outside
the door gaining admission to the host's town house. A few were being
traded between guests as requests were made to stroke a new body or examine
a new skin or hair color or squeeze and weigh a new set of balls in their
hands.
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Entering the town house itself, each guest was overwhelmed by what he
saw, heard, smelled, and, quickly, touched. It was obvious Mr. Holgate's
procurement agents had been busy in slave markets around the globe, buying
up the very best those markets had to offer.
First, there was the sheer number of slaves: everywhere one looked
there was slave after slave, each either totally nude with enhancing
adornments, or scantily clothed to highlight their sexuality. There were
both genders, every skin color imaginable, every hair color and texture,
and sizes from petite to gigantic. Females were all young, nubile,
alluring, and beautiful with breasts ranging from pert to buxom. Males
were all young, muscular, well-built, handsome, and invariably featured
large sexual organs that seemed to be in a state of perpetual excitement.
Every slave, regardless of gender or size or color, wore a smile on their
face and positioned themselves in inviting poses, practically begging, if
seemed, to be used sexually by the guests.
Most of the slaves were totally nude with only shiny metal wristbands,
ankle bands, arm bands, genital bands, ear rings, tit rings, and either a
polished metal collar or a thick leather collar to enhance their display.
A few featured nose rings; a few had notched ears; a few were tattooed in
various places; some had their slave names tattooed across their chests,
forehead, or the back of their shoulders. All had been branded on their
left ass check with the Holgate brand, small but distinctive, so everyone
would know they were now property - not just property, but Holgate
property! All the slaves' bodies had been well oiled so they gleamed in the
mansion's lights, which tended to highlight their muscular physiques and
prominent sexual features.
"Think of my properties as your own," Mr. Holgate assured each new
guest upon greeting them after thanking them for coming. "It's good for
slaves to be handled and have their bodies used to bring their betters some
small satisfactions. They've all been trained toward that end and I hope
take you to a whole new level of sexual satisfaction. If not, I want to
hear about it to make sure they receive more training, if necessary," he
chuckled. "Incidentally, if your attendant needs to clean himself, you
might tell him the slave maintenance room is down these stairs right to the
basement. Even the best of ass lube doesn't last forever," he chortled
along with his guests.
As each guest proceeded into the interior of the mansion, he was
overwhelmed with beautiful bouquets of fresh flowers, lavish buffets of the
choicest appetizers, and nude slaves everywhere carrying trays of a variety
of drinks. The serving slaves were all pure black males, generally just 16
or 17 but well into physical maturity, hairless, very heavy hung for their
age, and all sporting huge erections atop their banded genitals which
assured full protrusion of their sexual organs. All were circumcised, all
were heavily tit-ringed with 2" copper rings (which matched their genital
band) and a tall 3" copper collar forced their heads upward at all
times. All had a Holgate ownership tag in copper pierced through their
upper right ear.
"Where on earth could you buy up this many pure blacks that look so
much like each other they could be brothers?" one of the guests asked in
amazement as he took a an offered drink from one of the serving slaves as
he hefted the slave's balls in his left hand and noted how large and heavy
they were.
"You underestimate Mr. Holgate's procurement agents, Jeremy," his
companion answered. "I understand he has six or seven agents at any given
time scouring the biggest markets all over the world looking for whatever
his latest whim is. Looks like this week he's into teenage blacks hung
like horses and with such good looks it does sort of dazzle you. But, even
with all those agents, I can't understand how he can get them all looking
alike. As you say they look like they're all practically twins of each
other. You don't think he... he is....."
"Having them cloned on order?" a nearby party goer finished his
question. "I thought the same thing until someone filled in me on the
little secret."
"Which is?" Jeremy asked as he too took a hold of the server's prick
and stroked it a bit to make sure it was as big as it looked as the slave
being handled stood absolutely still with his pelvis thrust out for the
convenience of the guest handling him and an inviting smile on his face.
"Does the master wish to use me?" he inquired in a deep, but very
respectful voice. "There are fucking benches in the next room and some
comfortable beds upstairs. Of course," the slave almost whispered, "you
can use me right here if you want. My trainer is proud of my sucking
abilities as well as having a well-trained ass."
"Keep your mouth shut when your betters are talking," the man who had
been interrupted slapped the slave so hard the slave had trouble holding
onto his tray of drinks without spilling them.
"Sorry, master," the slave said, immediately diverting his eyes
downward but never moving so that the person handling him wasn't
interrupted.
"As I was saying before this slave started begging you to use him, the
slaves here aren't cloned as I too wondered initially. But Holgate did it
naturally. I found out all these serving boys are from a huge breeding
farm in the interior of Chad specializing in pure blacks. But all these
boys are half-brothers - all bred from one stud only and all out of broods
picked to resemble each other."
"That's one busy stud," Jeremy exclaimed as he looked around the room
and saw at least 50 serving slaves in this room alone, all looking more or
less alike. "How many of his git are in this mansion alone?"
"Around 100, I think," the informant guest explained. "And all of
them within a year or so of each other. That's a lot of fucking by one
stud. Now there's a slave worth a lot of money if he never did anything
else but knocking the breeding wenches up at such a prodigious rate. And
he would have to be one handsome well built stud to produce pups like
this."
"A very fertile stud that was a big muscular good looking animal sold
for over a million at the last auction I was at," Jeremy said. "But he was
already 28 I think, so you can imagine what a fresh stud would sell for, if
they had a high hit rate of course. And he was a Australian with brown
hair and brown eyes. They sell a lot cheaper than a pure black or a
blue-eyed blond with a good build and heavy equipment."
"Each of these boys, just like the one you're stroking now, would sell
for that easily," the informant said. "I would guess our good friend David
Holgate has about 100 million tied up in serving boys alone. That's a lot
of capital tied up in two-legged stock."
"But the serving boys are just a fragment of the total," Jeremy added.
"Someone told me he's got a total or around 650 slaves altogether and most
of them are just as valuable, if not more so, than these black servers.
How much do you think that prick-ringed trio at the front door would cost?
Or that German greeter at the curb ringed by his prick to the curbstone?
They say the trio were all former C.E.O.'s and that Mr. Holgate turned down
an offer of 1.6 million for that German slave of his out on the curb."
"I know he paid $4 million for the threesome by the front door. I was
at the auction where his agent bought them. They would have sold for no
more than $500,000 or so each given their age, but being former C.E.O.'s
got the crowd going and you don't see that degree of shame and humiliation
from most slaves - that's worth a lot and you can still see it in their
eyes. Why, when I looked them over tonight, two or them were tearing up as
I handled them and the other one was trying to stifle his sobs. That's
what he paid the premium price for," Jeremy's companion said. "Public
shame is a nice touch and, in my opinion, is worth a considerable premium."
"That's something you don't see in these bred slaves," Jeremy said as
he continued to stroke the black server's huge prick. "I could fuck him
right here on the floor in front of everyone and he wouldn't be embarrassed
at all."
"Why would he? That's the way he was brought up," Jeremy's companion
said. "After all, guilt, embarrassment, humiliation, and all that are all
feelings reserved to the free born or, like that trio out there, those who
once were free."
Jeremy's stroking did have its consequences. The black slave
stiffened and warned that he was going to cum quickly. Quickly, Jeremy
took his empty drink glass and held it in front of the black's pulsating
organ. With obvious relief, the black filled the glass in five sequential
eruptions with thick, white cum, all without spilling any drinks on his
tray or ever breaking stance with his organs thrust out for handling.
Jeremy took the filled glass and drunk the hot cum down quickly in
three gulps, smacking his lips between each gulp.
"Delicious," he announced. "Fresh and quite tasty."
"How long since you were last milked, slave?" he asked the black
server.
"We're not allowed to cum for five days before one of master's
parties," the slave explained, still panting a bit from his exertions.
"Master wants all his slaveboys to be primed and ready to go for a party,"
he added.
"Is this the first time tonight someone's used you?" Jeremy further
inquired.
"Yes, master," the slave replied with a big smile.
"At most parties, how many times you get emptied?" Jeremy continued.
"Usually, five or six times at least, master," the slave replied
without emotion.
"Jesus, I bet you're glad when a party is over," Jeremy said with a
little laugh.
"Master, that's why he bought us," the slave said in all sincerity.
"Now that's what I call good slave training," Jeremy's friend said as
reached down and massaged the slave's empty balls. "How long for these
balls to fill up again, slave?" he asked.
"About a half-hour, master," the slave responded. "A little longer
after I've been drained 5 or 6 times, master But I'll get fucked a lot
while I'm filling up."
Nearby, another black server had been ordered to give his drink tray
to another server slave and was now on his knees sucking one of his
master's guests.
"You probably swallow as much cum as is milked out of you, slave,"
Jeremy chuckled. "No wonder you can go on all night long."
"Yes, master," was all the black still being kneaded by Jeremy's
friend could think of as a response. But he had thought about how much cum
got recycled in his body during one of these parties. At the last party, he
had been milked for a full load six different times by the guests, but he
had swallowed 11 loads in sucking off various guests and had had seven good
fuckings where cum had been pumped deep up his rectum. Where did all that
cum go? The slave thought he must just recycle it somehow since a lot of
it never leaked out of his asshole - just some of it. He figured he gave
out about as much as he took in and was lucky to do so. He knew slaves who
were never allowed any relief but were fucked around the clock. One of
Master Holgate's slaves had been a brothel slave before having been bought
by his new master. He said he sucked and got fucked 24/7 but never once
was allowed to shoot off himself. The brothel owners wanted all their male
slaves hard and dripping all the time. And that's just what they got -
slaves in desperate chronic need. Thank God here he got to unload plenty
at everyone of his master's parties. But all the slaves owned by Master
Holgate knew they had lucked out with a most considerate owner.
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