DIETER GOERING
by Bill Smith
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Part III: DELIVERING THE BRED SLAVES BACK TO GERMANY:
Dieter had been in Africa recently on other business and had dropped by his breeding farm to pick out the two he got yearly for his own personal staff as well as selecting six others he planned to give away as gifts at his next big party. Those eight male slaves, all 16 to 18 years old, were breathtakingly handsome, heavily hung, and possessed magnificent physiques. All were a rich tobacco brown, had black hair with brown eyes, and, since all were the product of just one of the two farm studs, were all half-brothers. Hence they were all quite similar to each other. Totally naked for shipment, they were ordered to the slaves' bathing area where they scrubbed each other throughly, body shaved, oiled, and polished their slave collars. Next, they were leased together by their neck collars and stuffed into the back of the passenger compartment of Dieter's private jet where he could enjoy them on his way back to Germany.
Onboard, Dieter's steward, who always traveled with the plane, promptly unlocked the very short leashes connecting them together by their permanent heavy copper neck collars and positioned all eight of the slaves for their master's inspection.
Dieter explained to the six he had chosen as '"gifts" that they would be caged temporarily at his castle in Germany until he decided who he was going to give them to. In the interim, they would be exercised heavily to maintain their musculature and sexually used by his slave steward as well as other household staff and, of course, himself at least daily to "make sure they didn't forget their training." Right now, he wanted them to fuck each other for his amusement, indicating which slave should start fucking which other slave. First, Dieter ran his hands over each 'gift' slave from their smooth cheeks, over their bulging pectorals, over their rippled abs, and finally, hefted their balls in his hand, weighing them with one hand while stroking their swollen shafts with the other. All the Namibian male products were circumcised so their dick heads were fully exposed whether flaccid or erect and all had long ago become fully acclimated to being handled like this. In fact, all of them thrust their pelvises out with their legs spread wide apart to offer maximum access to anyone wishing to fondle their bodies in this fashion and all remembered to say, "Thank you, master," for the attention they were receiving. As soon as Dieter had "inspected them" to his satisfaction, three pairs of writhing bodies were on the floor of the jet's passenger compartment, shiny brown hips pumping rapidly into the shiny brown hips of their half- brothers and fellow 'gift' slaves. It didn't take long for the airplane cabin to begin to reek of Dieter's favorite odor, the smell of sex.
"Don't shoot off, slaves," Dieter ordered. "I haven't decided whether I'll be using you tonight or not, so keep those balls full."
"Yes, master," the panting slaves pounding away answered as one, sweat running off their brown bodies. Those being fucked, amid their grunts and groans of being plowed, also acknowledged the command with a "Yes, master," although their compliance would probably require far less self-discipline unless their assigned partner was heavily massaging their prostate with their deeply embedded dicks, a distinct possibility given the thorough training most slaves at the Namibian farm received in their upbringing..
The steward had chained the two slaves Dieter had picked out for himself by their neck collars to the wall rings fixed into the side of the airplane cabin at strategic spots. Chained in place, they quickly became fully aroused watching the other six slaves fucking each other in front of them. Both of Deiter's picks let their hands stray between their legs to gain some relief.
"You're nothing but a bunch of sluts," the steward yelled as his whip lashed out onto the back of the slave found pleasuring himself. "You'd fuck a tree if I'd let you," he laughed, "but you boys seemed to have forgotten you've got to save your juices for the master's amusement from now on."
It was the first notice the two slaves had that they'd be "on duty" immediately with their master and they sighed in frustration, promptly repositioned themselves on the cabin floor, and tried to divert their eyes from the stimulating scene in front of them, knowing from experience they'd be severely disciplined if they shot off without their master's permission. Only one night had elapsed since the trainers had used them thoroughly and some of the most tender parts of the slaves' bodies were still slightly sore from all the fondling they'd received then, but their balls had refilled to bursting since then. The trainers back at the farm had told them that they more their balls were drained, the faster they tended to refill, not unlike a milk cow. Certainly at this moment, the trainers were being proven right since both of them were leaking cum rather steadily.
"By the gods," one of the handsome slaves, a brown-skinned beauty endowed with prodigious equipment whispered to his partner from his chained position, "another night of being fucked at both ends most likely awaits us. But with my balls swollen as they are, I'll not get through this trip without shooting off no matter what the steward says. Anyone that even touches my prick will get a cum bath they won't forget," he laughed. "Even if they beat me for it, it'll be worth it, so great is this slave's need, especially looking at all the heavy fucking taking place right in front of us."
Like most slaves at that time, Dieter's choice for his harem was crude and course in how he expressed himself, but all the slaves in the plane knew how he felt. The master wanted them "always interested," of course, but surely this was carrying it to extremes. None of the eight heavily endowed slaves onboard could remember any time that day that they weren't rock hard except when they were being given enemas in preparation for the trip. All other times, all eight slaves were at least semi-erect and usually dripping pre-cum. If their master or his steward or another designated slave even lifted any one of the slave's shafts for inspection, the slaves were sure they would explode in this condition no matter what commands they were given by their master or his haughty airplane steward.
It soon became apparent that the airline steward was allowed to use any of the slaves onboard for his own needs as long as the slaves were kept clean, ready for action, and totally compliant. Having any one of the eight handsome slaves suck him didn't hurt their abilities to please their master as long as their balls weren't emptied in the process, but the steward would insist that the slave swallow his entire load.
"You, slave," the overseer shouted at one of Dieter's 'harem slaves' chained nearest him at the time. "Up on your knees with your mouth open for action."
The selected slave's neck chain rattled as he assumed the commanded position, familiar to most slaves, male and female, that were young and attractive and carefully prepared for market at one training facility or another. The steward, a Slav from Russia, clothed in his steward's uniform which he quickly doffed, briefly caressed his large circumcised organ and thrust his hips forward until it was at the handsome brown slave's lips. The 'harem' slave selected wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, so he swallowed the Slavic steward's prick to the root in one gulp (the first white organ he had sucked) and began to massage the shaft with his cheek muscles while he rubbed the crown with his tongue. The steward's organ quickly swelled to twice its original size and slid easily down the slave's well- trained throat. As the slave's throat muscles churned around the insertion, he suctioned until his cheeks hollowed inward and began riding the shaft with his pursed lips as he'd been taught, like all the slaves raised at the breeding farm almost immediately after coming of age. The Slav steward began to slowly piston the slave's throat as he held the brown boy's head steady in his hands.
"Suck, you bastard," the steward commanded as he ran his hands through the slave's hair. "That thick neck collar keeps your head up high so you know you're here to suck cock, but keep those throat muscles massaging me just like you've been taught, slaveboy," he counseled as he increased the tempo of fucking the slave's face. Due to his heritage as a born slave, Dieter's new harem slave felt no shame at being used like this and took to his tasks enthusiastically. He'd been used like this on many occasions since the beginning of his sexual training when he was around 15.
The brown slave concentrated on the steward's commands and within moments, felt the first of the steward's spunk slide down his throat. The steward jammed his shaft down the slave's throat as far as it would go as he squeezed the slave's head deep into his groin until it was obvious the slave could barely breathe. Nevertheless, the slave swallowed as fast as he could but subsequent eruptions were even larger and the slave felt the steward's jism back up his throat and into his hollowed cheeks and even up his nasal passages. When a guttural roar told the slave the steward was through using him, he kept swallowing the back-load until the entire emission was safely in his stomach. The steward's spunk was salty but fresh, thick and tasty compared to the thin acrid taste of some of the slave's previous trainers who were called upon to throat fuck many boys each and every day under their tutelage. As all of the breeding farm slaves had been taught since coming of age, the slave selected for usage scrubbed the steward's rapidly diminishing shaft with his tongue and a fresh batch of saliva until the steward was pristine.
"Thank you for using me," the brown slave automatically said to the steward.
"You're one of the best I've had, slaveboy," the steward complimented the slave as he withdrew his shaft from the slave's pursed lips with a loud plop. "Practice makes perfect," they say as he ruffled the slave's hair. "Keep this up and I'll recommend you to the overseer that will transport you to your new home," he mentioned as he carefully donned his smart uniform once again. It was obvious he thought such a recommendation would be the fulfillment of any sex slave's highest goals.
The other 'harem' slave's chains clinked as he adjusted in his cramped position, grateful it was not him who had been chosen by the steward when he decided to get sucked off, but he was suffering from his constant need. The slave ordered to suck off the steward felt his own cock throbbing as well since the steward hadn't even touched it, but the huge discharge down his throat at least gave his stomach something to work on since none of the eight slaves in transit had been fed since early morning. They stared at the three pairs of 'gift' slaves coupling with each other for their master's amusement despite their hunger and oozing pricks.
Dieter Goering was enjoying the show being staged for his benefit, but moved his chair where his two new 'harem' slaves could service him without being unchained from the plane wall. He motioned for his slave that the steward had just used to suck on him until he was fully aroused and about ready to ejaculate. Only then did he withdraw from the slave's suctioning mouth and, motioning for his other chained slave to get on his hands and knees with his legs spread wide apart, mounted him for a thorough fucking. As he pumped away into the slave's ass, he ordered the three pairs of slaves to reverse their positions, i.e., those fucking were now to be fucked by their partners. Later still, he ordered them to trade partners like musical chairs until each of the six 'gift slaves' had been soundly fucked and each had done their share of fucking. Only then did he discharge deep into his own slave's ass with shouts of sheer ecstasy. Even at the advanced old age of 42, Dieter was still a connoisseur of sexual enjoyment and delighted in it more than ever now that he didn't pop off so quickly and could choose only the very best for his dalliances.
Some coveralls with the Goering crest implanted on the front and back were provided for the eight slaves just minutes before the jet landed at the airport nearest the Goering estate. There, the covered slaves were loaded into a small windowless truck that followed Dieter's limousine back to the family estate and the beginning of a new life.
Upon arrival at the estate's loading dock, Dieter's house steward took over, stripped them of their clothing, got them bathed and cleansed inside and out, and locked them in their individual cells within the slave quarters located in a separate wing of Dieter's mansion. Each cell was actually a cage with bars on three sides and a wall in back so they could be observed at all times. Each cell contained a drinking spigot, a food bowl, a flush toilet with no seat on it, and a narrow wooden plant bunk attached to the back wall equipped with a thin blanket. There was no mattress or pillow provided, nor were the slaves used to such luxuries. To them, it was clean, warm, and homey compared to the barns they had been raised in where they had slept on a dirt floor in a large cage crowded with 15 or 20 others of the same sex whose arms and legs were constantly in your way and the precum dribbling out of their pricks usually got all over you so you were always sticky and smelling of semen. The next morning, the steward would introduce two of them to the wonders of their master's residence, a version of Heaven as compared to the dreary barns of their Numibian heritage. The other new arrivals, the 'gift slaves' would be rigorously exercised, cleansed inside and out as well as body shaved and oiled, and practice their sexual skills on each other each and every day until their German owner decided who deserved them as a present from Dieter.
However, Dieter rarely gave away a 'gift' without trying it out himself first to assure himself the boy was fully trained and wouldn't prove an embarrassment to him once he was in his new master's bed. Thus, over the coming weeks, one by one, each Namibian 'gift' was called to the splendors of his master's suite, freshly cleansed and oiled, and demonstrated all of his sexual skills he had ever been taught back at the Namibian farm or his origin. As was always the case up until now, Dieter was fully satisfied the fresh brown stock had been well trained, was eager to satisfy anyone Dieter chose to give him to, and would prove to be a credit to the Goering name. He was also sure the 'gift' would be deeply appreciated once it had been tried out in the recipient's own bed and the small cost of the gift would be repaid many, many times through favorable business contracts in the near future. It was just one way the Goering family did business, but a tried and true one they had used for centuries with their slaves.
The two he had selected for himself were placed into service almost immediately after they had been shown their way around. Again, he was in no way disappointed with his choices from this year's crop, and the two boys were used in every way possible until their master was assured they were just as good, if not better, than all the other boys in his harem, now back up to the 20 Dieter liked to have on hand at any one time.
NEXT: THE GOERING ESTATE
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