DIETER GOERING
by Bill Smith
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PART V: A PARTY FOR DIETER'S GUESTS
[Certain structural features of this particular chapter are 'borrowed' from a previous writing of mine, "Citicus," set in the time of the Ancient Romans, but I think it works into this story very nicely.]
Once a guest arrived at the outer door of the mansion itself, a troupe of very muscular naked slaves of exceptional male beauty opened the door of their car as they quickly knelt beside it displaying their magnificent shoulders and back in the process, helped the passenger alight as they postured to best display their pectorals and abs, and then swiftly drove the guest's car away to be washed, garaged, and polished. A Goering butler, totally body shaved and wearing a gold band around his genitals that matched his neck collar, led each guests into the reception hall where Dieter liked to greet each of them personally.
Naked waiters were everywhere offering the house specialty: red wine frothed with fresh cum and canapes of cavier topped with warm cum sauce. The source of the cum was a whole battalion of beautiful slave boys lined up against a far wall, pumping their huge swollen pricks methodically to make sure supply met demand as a steward collected their output in a silver bucket. The waiters themselves had all been fitted with genital bands to assure their equipment was prominently displayed and easy for the guests to handle if they so chose and a large butt plug rammed all the way up their muscular butts to their prostate assured they remained dripping hard at all times. The waiters as well as the cum providers were of all colors, races, and ethnic groups, although all were exceptionally handsome, young, and heavily hung as well as very well defined with bulging biceps, neck, pectorals, abs, thighs, butt and calf muscles.
As soon as everyone had a chance to sample the house specialties, Dieter invited his guests to the main dining room, a lavish hall resembling a czar's palace. As soon as they were seated, Dieter clapped his hands and the guest's own slaves that they had brought with them in the trunks of their cars, entered the hall and quickly assumed their place behind their master's dining chair. While their masters were enjoying the opening refreshments, these slaves had been cleansed inside and out in the castle's slave quarters and were allowed to groom and oil their bodies prior to being shown to the slave's entrance to the main dining hall. They were mainly totally nude, of course, but a few masters fancied their personal slaves in highly suggestive fragments of clothing rather than total nudity, but it was obvious all had been picked with their physical and sexual attractiveness in mind. Like Dieter's waiters and cum providers in the reception hall, these slaves of his guests varied from Nordic blonds to African blacks, from American cheerleader types to huge musclebound brutes from Asia, from Middle Eastern willowy beauties to hyper-masculine Latin studs. In deference to their host's preferences, the slaves the guests brought with them were all male - males well trained in the arts of delivering sexual pleasures to male masters. Some of Deiter's guests also owned large numbers of well-trained female sex slaves as well, being bi-sexual, but had left them at home in view of the all-male theme of Dieter's social gatherings.
When all the guests were comfortable seated and their slaves were in an appropriate position to service them, the reception hall waiters as well as the cum providers entered the dining hall in exact step with each other and began serving the numerous courses. Dieter's own harem of (now) 23 brown and black male slaves. freshly shaved and totally nude as seemed to be their destiny in life, were standing against a back wall in full readiness.
As soon as the first course had been served, Dieter called two of his totally black harem boys over beside his chair out and played with the boys' organs until they erupted into a small bowl on the side of his plate almost at the same instant.
"A nice warm sauce for the appetizer," Dieter said as he lifted the fresh shrimp, dripping with the black boys' cum, to his mouth. "And plenty left in the bowl for the rest of the shrimp," he said with satisfaction as he rolled the next shrimp in the thick creamy offering from the two blacks. "Nothing like fresh hot stud cream to bring out the flavor of fish," Dieter announced with some satisfaction to his guests. "There's plenty more where that came from," Dieter smiled as he again massaged the organs of his black slave boys. "Anyone else want a fresh load?"
"Those black boys of yours aren't the only ones who can enhance a dish," a Russian guest seated across the room commented as he stroked his own slave, a handsome muscular Brazilian black with an astonishingly huge organ, into a gigantic eruption onto his Russian master's plate. The black's output actually steamed as the strands roped across his owner's selection of prime rib. As the Brazilian slave's series of eruptions diminished, he gasped and steadied himself for balance. Since coming into manhood, the black slave known as Santos had been used like this habitually and really knew no other life. From what the Brazilian slave could observe, his life was no different than any of the other boys he had been raised with. He was well aware masters saw few restrictions in the use of their slaves, including using both males and females to fulfill their most bizarre sexual fantasies. "Speaking animals," was the popular view of slaves where he had been raised and he'd never been led to believe he was anything but just that.
"Look, it's still steaming!" the Russian master noted with satisfaction as he swirled the first small piece of prime rib into the steaming 'sauce' and popped the tender meat into his mouth.
"Delicious," he exclaimed, "and the sauce keeps me young. As the old saying goes, 'A cup a day keeps the doctor away.' Of course, I drink it right from the source for breakfast and I always pick a virile young boy for that honor - no older than 18 or 19 in my opinion to get the full benefit! Two good slave boys can deliver a full cup every day between them if you make that their only outlet. Makes their balls swell up over time, but that only increases the output. Sort of like a good milk cow," the Russian laughed as he hefted the Brazilian's exceedingly large ball sack for a full display to prove his point.
"Dieter's waiters could flavor the food all by themselves, given the chance," another guest laughed as he pointed to the slaves' huge penises waving in the air as they hurried back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room tables without a stitch of clothing to cover them. "In fact, some of them Dieter chose to serve as milk studs in the reception hall have already proven their ability," the guest added as he again pointed to some of Dieter's slaves who just a few minutes ago had stood passively by the reception hall's wall while they milked themselves into the silver container.
"I had those who seasoned the wine and canapes marked with a small "X" on their bellies so use the other waiters to flavor your food," Dieter said with a smile. "No use pumping a stud with empty balls," he added with a laugh.
Neither the slaves nor Dieter's guests were surprised the slaves were serving the meal totally naked. This wasn't uncommon anymore in that it was becoming more and more fashionable to keep actual slaves totally naked no matter what their role, the argument being it was a matter of demonstrating a master's or mistress' total control over their properties, reminding slaves of their status beyond the collar around their necks (or on some well equipped males, their genitals), and, at least for the best looking among them, erotically pleasing to their owners.
Even those in the investment corps and collaterals, with all the restrictions concerning their use, suspected that in the very near future the form fitting coveralls common in the investment corps or the often skimpy and somewhat revealing shorts utilized with collaterals would be eliminated while working in public, judging from what was happening to indentured servants of various types in other countries recently. Or they would be reduced to working in little more than underwear designed to hide nothing It was all part of a mania to differentiate free citizens from those of non-free status, no matter how slight those differences might be in reality. Dress differences would clarify the matter once and for all far better than just being fitted with a collar "of obligation.".
But for actual slaves, almost all males were now kept naked at all times, ringed, collared, and banded to their owner's whims. Many of them were also fitted, at least occasionally, with a deeply inserted butt plug of some type which kept them perpetually hard and forced them to walk with churning ass muscles. Even some female slaves, generally those that were real beauties with magnificent taunt tits, were now being displayed totally naked in public.
Each member of Dieter's 'harem' knew it was only a matter of time until all of them were fitted with large bands around their manhood that matched their thick collars. Many of them had them welded around their balls and prick already and certainly current fashion dictated all male slaves be fitted with them, not just those with something spectacular to show off. Only yesterday, they had heard their master discussing with the house steward how much time and trouble it would be to outfit all of them with butt plugs that had small handles attached so you could use them like a dildo and if these types of butt plugs would depreciate the value of his properties in any way if worn rather permanently. The slaves were not surprised that their master was concerned with harm to his property's value by the intrusion in their butts, not whether the intrusion would be painful or uncomfortable to the slave. Such thoughts never entered the mind of a master it seemed.
"Help yourself to milking the waiters if you want," Dieter said generously, "but you'll have plenty of chances later on to enjoy those boys. My harem slaves are well trained to pleasure you and, I hope, prove the equal to your own personal servants in that regard. But, while they're serving, just touch, pinch, fondle and feel - we'll get into full use of their handsome bodies later."
"I'd like some of that one's cream sauce right now," a ruddy-faced guest stated, pointing at one of Dieter' harem slaves, an exceedingly handsome 19-year-old olive-skinned slave from Pakistan. "He doesn't have an "X" on his belly, so his balls must be full."
"Well, just don't stand there," Dieter snarled at his Pakistani slave, "milk yourself for my guest - now!" he ordered.
The Pakistani slave moved instantly to the guest requesting him as all of Dieter' slaves had been trained to do when one of the master's guests made a sexual demand. The gorgeous slave began stroking himself furiously, aiming his huge prick at the guest's dinner plate.
"Not on the plate, slave!" the guest ordered, "and go slower. I want your stud cream in my wine glass." With a smoother stroke, the young Pakistani slave was able to practically fill the guest's wine glass with his thick output, intended to enhance the flavor of the guest's prime rib. The Pakistani slave promptly served the wine glass to the ruddy faced guest, despite feeling somewhat light headed from draining his balls completely. Despite all his training, however, Dieters slave could not hide his flushed face, red in humiliation at his forced milking in public.
"How is it?" Dieter queried.
"Quite tasty," the guest answered, sipping from the wine glass directly and smacking his lips in appreciation.
"Excellent!" Dieter replied and all of his harem boys breathed a little easier, since it was Dieter's policy to severely whip and deprive all of them of a day's feeding for the failure, perceived or otherwise, of any one of them. "Some say stud cream is always best when it is force milked from a shy buck as that young slave obviously is, judging from that blushing face of his. But he's new to his slavery if I recall correctly - a recent buy from a Pakistani merchant specializing in fresh captives of the Taliban who are good about keeping the slave markets there well stocked. But, getting back to the quality of stud cream, still others claim there is a difference in the taste of slave cream as to whether the slave was milked by others or he milked himself, but I have never noticed any difference in the taste myself I must say. But age makes a difference in the taste - that I know. That's why I rarely drink the cream from any slave much over 25 or so."
"Before passing around my harem slaves for your enjoyment," Dieter continued,"I'd like to see your own pleasure slaves in action."
Another guest, an oil sheik from Saudi Arabia, addressed the Russian merchant who had milked his handsome Brazilian slave right at the table. "By the way, my friend, that black stud beside you I heard you call Santos is a handsome lad and very well equipped. Where did you buy him, Vladimir? At one of the many auctions down in Brazil?"
"I didn't," Dieter's friend Vladimir answered with a smirk.
"Ah, a gift," the sheik smiled, "and a very nice one at that."
"No, not a gift," Vladimir replied, "nor was he even from any dealer or one of Brazil's famous government auctions."
"An inheritance then," the sheik retorted as the mystery continued.
"No, although I've inherited some beauties from my late brother, may he find his reward in Heaven. What a taste in slaves that one had," Vladimir said with enthusiasm, "and fortunately I've been able to put them to proper use. My brother would be most pleased. Even you, Dieter, who buys up the best the dealers have to offer, would be envious of some in that lot - females as well as the exquisite males he seemed to prefer for his own personal use."
"I sure our mutual friend Dieter is always interested in buying up the best available, Vladimir, but you'd try anyone's patience with your endless dialogues. Where did you get the black Brazilian stud? And this time I want a direct answer, you wily old Russian," the Saudi Arabian oil billionaire chuckled.
"He's from my farm," Vladimir answered.
"Ah! A farm, you say," the oil sheik said. "I thought you were in the import/export business, not a farmer."
"I am," Vladimir replied, "except for my farm. But I only farm one crop," he added with a glint in his eye.
"What crop?" the sheik asked, as he fondled the slave's genitals he had brought with him with his right hand while pressing a finger from his left hand up the slave's anal opening and then began vigorously pumping his finger in and out of the slave's hole..
"Slaves," Vladimir answered. "And I must say that's a most handsome slave you had accompany you tonight. Where did you buy him?"
"The Brazilian's obviously a slave," the sheik responded with some irritation, "but what do you farm? And my slave here is originally from the southern regions of your own country - a Circassian that tend to bring the top prices in my country's slave markets."
"I thought he was a Circassian from his fine blond hair and blue eyes. Circassians are bringing top prices even in the Moscow markets this days," Vladimir remarked. "And no surprise with their creamy ivory hides and long, thick organs that are usually hard. But, my dear sheik, again I wander in my answer to your original question. I farm slaves. That's my only crop."
"Vladimir, we all keep our female stock in foal," the sheik said. "It only makes sense what with the demand for slaves these days, and most of us select the studs to improve the stock while meeting that demand - my Circassian slave here has been put to stud my female stock any number of times for that very purpose. All of my own personal male slaves routinely serve stud for the 200 or so females I keeps in stock. But I'd not call that a farm, although the 'crop' is new slaves, of course," the sheik chuckled. "It's always fun to see the studs in action," the sheik continued. "If you ever visit my palace, Vladimir, I could arrange studding of another batch of females while you're there if you'd be interested. We give the brood slaves a month of so after birthing before breeding them again, but generally there's a batch of broods ready anytime I and my guests want to have a little show."
"Of course all prudent slave owners breed when they can, Mohammed," Vladimir replied. "But I'm talking about a real farm operation that produces close to 2,000 head a year. Although the crop takes a long while to reach market, and the start up costs are high what with the initial costs of the 2,000 brood slaves, and it cost a fortune to feed 35,000 head until they reach maturity, the profits on 2,000 marketed each year are substantial despite the costs, especially since my market stock brings well about average prices due to their highly select breeding and being trained from birth on to be and do just about anything any new master can dream up. The farm has garnered a most enviable reputation over the years in producing totally compliant, good looking stock similar to the Brazilian slave here."
Dieter' merchant friend Vladimir was obviously delighted to explain his hugely profitable farm and elaborated, "Dieter, I just signed an exclusive sales contract with one of London's largest slave dealers who has branches in Paris, Los Angeles, and New York. They're so satisfied with the high quality standards I've set up in who serves stud and brood, they wanted the entire output each year. They offered a price I couldn't refuse. I've closed my own auction house and all marketing operations. I can't compete with London dealer networks on that score anyway."
"And my friend, Mohammed," Vladimir continued, "if you ever seriously got into breeding those prized Circassian slaves so popular in your country - for good reason, I might add - you'd make so much money after just one generation of breeding them, your oil revenue would be like pocket money."
"An excellent suggestion," Mohammed replied seriously. "The oil won't last forever, but slave markets will. And Circassians selectively bred toward their best traits would bring huge prices in even the most obscure Arabian markets. Everyone wants a Circassian slave it seems. I don't know if it's their blond hair, their blue eyes, their huge organs, their ivory skin, or the ready, almost joyous, acceptance of being owned. A Circassian stud like this boy I'm finger fucking cost about $150,000 at current prices. A Circassian wench that is of breeding age cost about $100,000. A quarter of a million just to have one good breeding pair!"
Vladimir leaned back in his chair, slipped off his expensive flannel slacks and satin underwear, spread his legs wide so his huge erect prick sprung upward, and signaled for his Brazilian slave to mount him face forward. The black slave quickly placed one leg over his master, spread his ass wide, and, grabbing his master's rampantly erect prick, positioned it at his open hole and slid downward until he was totally impaled. As his ass chute was stretched by his master's massive equipment, the strain showed on the black slave's face. His eyes were glazed, the veins stood out on his forehead, and his mouth gasped for air as he slowly adjusted, as he had numerous times before, to the pain of the forced invasion. Past experience had taught him the pain was only temporary and he knew his body would once again accept being fucked by his master's huge phallus. In fact, before his master was through with him, he knew his body, like most of the other male slaves he knew, would interpret the stimulation as so erotically pleasurable that he would actually welcome being used anally despite the deep feelings of humiliation, exploitation, and shame he had felt when he had first been raped as a mere possession. As his master played with his prominent tits, the slave began to rhythmically raise and lower his ass using the convenient arms of the chair, squeezing his ass muscles tightly each time his master's shaft was fully encased in his anal chute for a "pumping" action he'd been taught in the careful training each of Vladimir's slaves received during their formative years before the first sale.
"Um," Vladimir moaned as he leaned back in the chair as the black's ass worked his prick. Within minutes, Vladimir audibly gasped, arched his back as the black slave pressed his ass down as far as he could and clenched his ass muscles as he held himself totally still as his master shot a heavy load deep within him. After catching his breath, Vladimir jerked on the black's nipples to let him know he should dismount and mouth-wash his master's prick clean - the standard routine for any slave who has serviced his master to orgasm. The sweating slave-boy lifted himself gently off the still erect penis until he heard the soft plop as the prick left his master's sphincter, climbed off his master's body, and quickly swallowed his master's prick to its root before proceeding to thoroughly scrub the organ with his tongue and then swallowing the remnants of his master's cum along with his saliva before disengaging.
"Thank you, Master," the black slave said humbly, as he again resumed a "display" position beside his master: legs spread wide, erect posture, and hands gripping the back of his head with his banded genitals thrust forward. A small stream of white cum was seeping out of his asshole and down the insides of his thighs.
Mohammed laughed as his friend Vladimir caught his breath and scooted back up in his chair, leaving his pants and underwear on the floor beside him. "As you were telling us before dallying with your black slave, bringing a crop of 2,000 slaves a year to market does qualify the operation as a farm, I suppose."
"Slaves are a crop like any other livestock, Mohammed," the Russian merchant stated emphatically, "although it's a lot more profitable in today's market, especially in you can interest some big large dealers with international outlets in your product. And you can certainly improve the breed in the process if you've half a wit to you. "
"Most responsible breeders have paid a lot of attention to that, Dieter, as you well know, being a breeder yourself," Vladimir continued.
"I'm sure you select your broods with that in mine, but you must have to keep quite a few studs on hand to keep the broods productive," Mohammed mused, obviously considering the possibilities of the profitable enterprise. .
"Only ten," Vladimir answered, "but they're kept busy to earn their keep."
"Ten?" Mohammed exclaimed. "For 2,000 brood slaves? They'd have to do nothing else but service the women day and night to keep all 2,000 pregnant."
"They don't do anything else," Vladimir said without emotion. "Why should they? We bought them as studs, and that's what we expect them to do. And yes, they are kept at their duties day and night - that's what studs are for, isn't it? Actually, Mohammed, the studs do nothing but exercise rigorously twice a day to keep their magnificent physiques and good health, and service the broods the rest of the time. Every morning they fuck a new brood slave whose in the fourth day following her ovulation so we know she's most receptive to his seed. Two hours later he fucks another brood in the same condition and two hours later still another. In late afternoon, he repeats the procedure with three more receptive broods. Each of the six are tested the next morning to see if they were impregnated and, if not, they're put under him once again. Most of the broods are impregnated after three of four sessions at the most - a lot of them catch the first time under the stud. The stud empties himself six times a day, spaced apart so he has plenty of time to fully recover each time, of course. But every seventh day, we just exercise him extensively for two days where he isn't allowed to discharge at all. We find this periodic "recharge" period fully restores his sexual drive, keeps him in good spirits, and gives his equipment a chance to recover from any abrasion damage from all the usage that might have incurred. It's during this 'recharge' period that the overseers and staff are allowed to play around with the boys if they want - they can poke them all they like as long as they don't allow the studs to discharge - and of course, we encourage staff to use the studs for oral servicing. Swallowing all the staff's cum simply helps them recharge all the faster and makes a tasty snack for them. At any rate, they always seem eager to get back to their studding duties after the break. Maybe they just like fucking better than being fucked," Vladimir laughed. "That's how it works with the Brazilian blacks I specialize in. I can't imagine it would be too much different with those Circassian blonds, Mohammed. They're hung as well as the Brazilian blacks and, from what I've heard about Circassian slaves, they're just as horny as any black slave ever was if they're handled right."
"My own Circassian boys have never had any trouble fulfilling the sexual demands I and my guests have placed on them," Mohammed said in confirmation. "In fact, I can't recall any one of them ever having trouble getting it up and keeping it up when appropriate, or even when it wasn't so appropriate," he added with a twinkle in his eye.
"With our careful monitoring of the brood's ovulation, it only takes about 6,000 mating sessions to get 2,000 solid pregnancies a year," Vladimir continued. "That means each stud only has to mate about 600 times a year. We're going to sell off three of our studs that have been at this for a few years - they're 23 years old now - and reduce the stable to seven - that's all we'll need even if the fertility rate of the broods took a nosedive. You could buy any of the three from me if you're interested, Dieter, since I know you prefer your slaves with some color to them. There's tons of great slave seed in those stud's for years to come. My farm had just begun to tap their resources and, Dieter, your own breeding operations may need some new seed introduced to freshen the output."
"Well, I've got 23 studs on hand waiting table for us right now in this very room," Dieter said as he pointed to all of the waiters in the room, "so thanks, but no thanks at this point in time. And Mohammed doesn't want black blood darkening those blue-eyed blonds the Arabs like so well."
"These slaveboys of yours could easily handle 1800 forced matings a year and still wait your table anytime you damned pleased and have time left over to pleasure you and your dinner guests," Vladimir said. "Wouldn't hurt them a bit and they'll last for years at it. You're not getting your money's worth out of them just servicing you and your guests. Get serious and start utilizing their true potential - set up a breeding operation right here on the grounds. All it would cost you would be the costs of several thousand broods to be kept in almost continuous pregnancy. The studs won't cost you a penny extra! Why don't you buy white brood slaves and start marketing a new line of high quality mulattos, Dieter, equal to your own line of black Namibians?"
Another of Dieter' guests, a Croatian merchant in his mid-twenties who had already made hundreds of millions in highly profitable grain contracts with Russia, reached out and grabbed one of the waiter's pricks as the slave was passing by him. The fantastically handsome Senegalese slave froze in position as the Croatian merchant stroked him to a full erection, the brown slave blushing furiously in the process.
"I think Vladimir's got a point," Mr. Boris Zychinsky, the Croatian businessman said. "This stud slave looks like he's up to at least 600 full matings a year without damaging his entertainment potential."
Abruptly, Mr. Zychinsky released the Senegalese slave's organ and slapped him smartly on his rump. "Back to waiting tables, boy - all that usage will come later," and he laughed as he reached for his own personal slave, a spectacular blonde with close cropped hair, smooth hairless skin beautifully tanned evenly over his naked body, a handsome face characterized by high cheekbones, green eyes highlighted by thick black eyebrows and long thick eyelashes, a straight Grecian nose, and a prominent protruding jaw line that gave a virile hue to his otherwise feminine face. The slave's physique was perfect: highly muscular without being puffy, huge pectorals, a wash-boarded stomach, a perfectly rounded ass that resembled two bubbles resting on solid muscle, and a long, exceptionally thick prick cut to show a perfect pink head and spongy enough to appear totally smooth and veinless.
"On your knees, Chronis, and give me some mouth service," Mr. Zychinsky said sharply as he reached up and stroked his blonde slave's cheek.
"Yes, master," the blond slave said with enthusiasm as he quickly sunk to both knees and swallowed his master's shaft to its root. Instantly, the slave's cheeks hollowed as he suctioned his master and it was easy to see his tongue was furiously churning around his master's organ to offer a thorough massage. His young owner Mr. Zychinskey responded by placing both hands on his slave's tits and began squeezing them between his fingers until they were rock hard and swollen in his hands. The slave issued a muted groan as his tits were pinched and massaged by his master but continued with his duties unabated. Within minutes, he had accomplished this task and the slave's throat clearly outlined his master's prick and the slave's throat muscles diverting the gag reflex into a massaging sensation for his master while his inflamed tits responded to his master's rough massage by swelling to double their normal size. Mr. Zychinskey's face flushed beet red as the outline in his slave's throat grew even larger and his slave Chronis' throat muscles struggled to swallow all of his master's cum now racing down the boy's throat into his stomach.
"The boy's got an excellent mouth," Mr. Zychinskey gasped as he continued to discharge down his slave's throat. " The dealer who sold him to me runs a 'boutique' in Athens specializing in fresh young Greek blonds from their northern provinces where, as you probably know, is where the real beauties are harvested. Since he was only 17 or so when I bought him, you can see where extensive training has been necessary, but," he sighed, "it seems to have paid off. He takes a fuck even better," he chuckled with considerable satisfaction. "At any rate, you'll all get a chance to see what I'm talking about before the evenings out, I hope."
"Make sure you do, Boris," Anthony Symthe-Jones, an English banker of international repute, commented, another of Dieter' guests that evening. "I particularly like bedding the descendants of those handsome Greek gods, especially one as pretty and well built as that boy. I'll be glad to trade you the use of my secretary Benito here in return for a go at Chronis, Boris," Anthony Smythe-Jones said as he reached up and tweaked the tits of the slave boy Benito who was riding him, his butthole fully impaled on his master's cock as he rapidly rose up and down on his master, his leg muscles sharply outlined under the strain, and with sweat exuding from his body from the continual exertion. The 'secretary' named Benito moaned from the tit-play and increased his pumping motions on his master's shaft. His muscular physique glowed from all the sweat in the soft lights of the dining hall. Although his huge prick was fully rampant swinging back and forth as he rose up and down on his master, one's attention was drawn to his face: features that looked like they were chiseled in place, highlighted by bright green eyes sunk deep into their sockets and thick, well trimmed jet black hair on his head, neatly outlining his prominent jaw line.
"I'll certainly trade you boys anytime you want," Boris Zychinskey said as he withdrew from his slave Chronis' mouth and watched with satisfaction as his slave cleaned the last drop's of his eruption off his now flaccid penis without prompting. "Those green eyes certainly go well with that black hair," the young Croatian merchant commented, "and his musculature is impressive. He looks like he's enjoying his ride on your pole. Had him long, Anthony?"
"Only a few weeks, Boris," the English banker replied. "Found him at a small dealership in Italy last month while I was vacationing there. Part of an estate sale: his last master died and none of the heirs wanted him, although I can't believe they actually saw him before that decision was made. When the dealer told me he'd originally been sold in some backwater province due to a default on some big loans, and eventually sold to a rich Italian olive oil wholesaler to add to his own stable of boys, I thought he would be well-trained and experienced in the uses a slave with his beauty would be put to."
" I was right," the Englishman continued, " but his Italian master up and died on him! I got a great buy on him because the lawyer handling his estate in Naples was anxious to get rid of him and the other slave boys in that stable - he wasn't used to trading in pleasure boys and didn't know their real worth. Actually, the whole idea of selling slaves was new to him and made him extremely nervous, although he was well aware that his client always seemed to have plenty of them on hand. But he didn't have a clue as to where they came from. He sold the bunch of them to this small dealer at bargain basement prices where I got him at a most reasonable price. Only thing I've noticed about him that might be unusual - there's some obvious resentment in performing his duties no matter how hard he tries to hide it but he always does just what you want - but I suspect he'd much rather be bedding down a wench than getting a big one shoved up his ass or down his throat as often as he does," Mr. Symthe- Jones laughed as the slave once again vigorously shoved his ass down to the base of his owner's shaft with a low grunt.
"Doesn't make any difference what he'd rather be doing as long as he performs his duties to your satisfaction," the young Croatian merchant commented. "Slaves are smart enough to know what they want doesn't matter now that they're slaves - it's what their masters' wants that matter. Besides," Mr. Zychinskey mused, "someday he may be owned by a mistress who'll appreciate his natural yearnings. A lot of rich sophisticated matrons these days are discretely stocking their own little harems with handsome male slaves. I visited a middle aged widow of considerable means last week in Rome and in the privacy of her villa, she proudly paraded before me four naked stud slaves, all collared, leashed and well oiled, and trained to display themselves as if they were up for auction the minute she stopped parading them around. She invited me to examine the slaves while she chatted away how good they were in servicing her. One of the slaves looked sort of embarrassed and blushed deeply, especially when I examined his sex organs, but another one seemed devastated by his plight and started crying when I looked him over. The other two, one of whom, incidentally, looked liked a clone of your slave Benito here, looked downright proud their mistress had wanted to display them."
"Well, at least two of them seemed to be adjusting without difficulty to their new life," Dieter joined the conversation.
"Yes, Dieter, I don't know if they felt themselves extremely lucky to have been purchased by a woman as pleasure slaves because that fulfilled one of their fantasies anyway; or if they were just well-trained slaves who were proud to be chosen as sexual playthings by male or female owners; or if they liked their bodies to be admired and appreciated and gender didn't matter; or if they were just basically whores," Boris Zychinskey laughed.
"My point is," the Croatian guest continued, "I've found most boys adjust to whatever their owners, male or female, want without too much trouble, so I suspect there's a lot of whore in every slave - at least the good looking ones . And I suppose slaves who are very well endowed feel it's their natural destiny. That lady's slaves certainly were endowed, all right," and he placed his hands apart about 1o inches to demonstrate what he was talking about. "She'd obviously picked them for a purpose," he added with a lewd wink.
Anthony Symthe-Jones shuddered as he ejaculated deep into his slave Benito's ass. "Then why are some of them resentful of being used?" he asked. "This boy here, for example, took months to be trained to his usage, I understand, and still you sometimes get a little look or frown of disapproval when you start to use him and he's briefly forgotten what he is. But a little cuff serves as a quick reminder and he's fully cooperative. Personally, I sort of enjoy it when I know a boy resents what I'm doing to him and there's not a thing in this world he can do about it. Of course, you don't get that with all boys put to servicing their masters - some of them are just naturally inclined that way it seems."
"Relatively few, probably," Boris Zychinskey responded as he again studied the English banker's Italian slave, now wet and shiny from his exertions in fucking himself on his master's pole. "Except for those born into it, of course. Most of the young stock, when first pressed into slavery, are fairly inexperienced sexually and what little experience they've had was often just with girls. At first, they associate man-to-man sex with their slavery and resent it along with ownership of their body. But after a while, they learn to like the pleasures inherent in the use of their body and the resentment is about being a slave, not the sex they are engaged in. I'm sure, Anthony, you've noticed a big change in the attitudes of your own slave boys, not just Benito here, since they were first fucked and how they view the demands on their bodies now."
"Indeed I do," Anthony Symthe-Jones concurred. "Most of the slaves learn to like it, despite themselves," he laughed as he reached over and began stroking the Italian slave's erect shaft with one hand while massaging his ball sack with the other. "Why is it only civilized folks acknowledge the bisexuality inherent in every human? Can't all those uptight bigots who condemn anything but procreative sex understand such a simple truth about human nature, or do they all need to be made slaves before they can reveal their true nature?"
The English banker's slave Benito shuddered as his organs were again being manipulated. He knew his big challenge now was to not erupt until his master wanted him to and he channeled his thoughts on restraining any orgasm building within him.
Course after course was served as the guests continued to fondle Dieter's harem slaves now serving as waiters, fuck their own slave boys, or simply play with the their slave's available bodies. The conversation was punctuated with the owner's outcries as they ejaculated, the slave's muted moans, gasps, and gurgles as they were used one way or another, and the sound of flesh on flesh as the slave boys were sporadically fucked. The delicacies served were savored by the guests (certainly not the slaves), but no one overindulged in that they wanted to save themselves for use of Dieter's waiters as well as some of the other guest's slave boys before the night was over.
As the last course was cleared away, Dieter clapped his hands as the signal for his waiters to go to an assigned guests and assume the "position:" hands in back of their heads, feet wide spread, pelvis thrust forward, and all muscles tensed. Due to all the fondling they had received during their serving of the meal and in anticipation of their upcoming usage, all of Dieter's waiters were rock hard as they assumed the commanded position beside each guest's chair.
"If you don't like the one I've assigned you, you can trade around," Dieter laughed, "although they've all been carefully selected to be part of my harem. Still, you might like a different color or different facial features and their balls do hang a little differently. I realize a disproportionate number of my harem are blacks in line with my own preferences. But, if you don't like colored hides, all of my slaves lined up by the wall there who provided us so generously with the output of their balls are available for you use as well and a good number of them are light skinned. They've had plenty of time to recover from their milking by now, and, if not, their two well-trained holes are fresh and waiting for your use."
Two of Dieter's guests wanted pure blacks and two didn't care while another wanted a blonde, whilst still another wanted a black-haired white slave. Eight of the 23 waiters were shuffled back and forth until all the guests were happy with the assignment. During the shuffle, the black-haired pleasure slave of one guest was sent to the Croatian merchant while his slave, the muscled blonde, was sent back in the barter. Vladimir's black stud was loaned to a Greek shipbuilder in exchange for his slave boy, a handsome Turk from around the Black Sea just entering manhood with a beautifully sculpted butt. Dieter' pair of jet-blacks slaves he had been playing with during the meal were sent to the couch of a another guest from Spain in exchange for the Spaniard's slave boy, a well-trained Egyptian with golden skin, huge black eyes, high cheek bones, a beautifully sculpted body, and phenomenally large equipment.
"Everybody happy?" Dieter asked as he reached over and fondled the Egyptian slave's equipment. Looking around and seeing all his guests were already fondling his own waiters assigned to them as well as the 'pleasure' slaves the guests had brought with them, he announced, "Then let's get down to some serious entertainment."
One of the waiters, a handsome dark brown boy from Dieter's Namibian breeding farm, ended up with the Greek master who had traded for Vladimir's Brazilian stud. That was because, to enhance his own sexual pleasure, the Greek master had allowed the Brazilian slave to select which of the waiters he would most like to get it on with, and after inspecting most of Dieter's staff of waiters that night, the Brazilian chose the hugely equipped brown waiter. Already the Greek master was stroking the Brazilian slave's huge erect penis with one hand and massaging the brown Namibian slave's ball sack with the other as both slaves stood in the prescribed display position with their legs spread wide apart and their pelvises thrust out for the master's convenience in handling them. As both slaves begin to respond, the Greek guest ordered the Brazilian slave under him with his stomach on the dining table and his butt thrust out for fucking while the brown Namibian waiter was told to kneel and position himself to suck the new master off until he was ready to fuck the Brazilian stud. As the Brazilian slave let his legs drop off the table so his butt was in the best position to be fucked, the Greek master rammed his prick into the waiter's open mouth and the brown slave swallowed it in a single gulp. As the bred slave had been trained, he begin to massage the swallowed prick with his tongue and suctioned his user until his cheeks hollowed as he pursed his lips and slowly went up and down the Greek master's shaft.
"Um," the Greek shipbuilder said, "you're well trained, I see," as he thrust deeper down the throat of Dieter' brown waiter. Within minutes the slave felt the Greek master swell to full erection and his user's involuntary thrusting, along with a throbbing penis, indicated he was about to shoot.
"Enough, slave," the Greek ship builder yelled as he withdraw abruptly from the waiter's clenching throat. "You're going to ruin my fucking of the black."
Without further comment, Dieter's Greek guest drove his shaft deep into the black's ass and began pumping the ass as the black moaned in total compliance, remembering to tighten his rectal muscles around the invading shaft as he did so. "You respond well to the fucking," the Greek said as he steadily increased pumping into the Brazilian slave's chute.
"Thank you, master," the black moaned as the Greek's shaft penetrated even deeper into him.
"It's obvious your Russian owner has trained you well," the Greek said between his heavy breathing.
"Yes, Master.... but I was well trained......before my........ Russian owner brought me..... off his slave farm," the black grunted between gasps. "All we farm slaves.... were taught....how to pleasure.... in preparation.... for our eventual sale," he interjected between gasps as the Greek pumped into him over and over.
"As well you should have been," the Greek said, breathing heavily in his efforts. "That's what slave boys are for, if they're even halfway decent looking."
"Yes, Master," the black moaned as the Greek plunged all the way in and held it, shuddering as he ejaculated fully into the black's stretched hole. After six successive emissions, the Greek slowly withdrew.
"Thank you, Master," the Brazilian slave gasped as he began to position himself to clean the Greek's shaft.
"Never mind," the Greek snapped with a slap across the black's butt. "Dieter's slave boy already on his knees can clean me," motioning with his hand for Dieter's brown waiter to again swallow his prick and clean him, now sticky with his cum mixed with the Brazilian slave's ass lubricant of K-Y jelly. "You sit up now so I can play with your tits," he ordered the Brazilian slave with another sharp slap across his butt.
"Yes, Master," the black said as the brown Namibian waiter again swallowed the Greek's prick and scrubbed his shaft with his tongue and a fresh load of saliva. When the waiter knew the Greek master's prick was pristine, he swallowed the remnants with one gulp and then blew on him gently to help him dry.
"You been fucked today?" the Greek ship builder asked Dieter's brown waiter while stroking the slave's cheek.
"No, Master," the brown Namibian slave answered.
"Good, you're long overdue. But I'm not up to it right at this moment, so we'll let the Brazilian stud here fuck you for my amusement," the Greek master said languidly.
"Lie over the table here," the Greek master said as he pushed some dishes to the side, "and you," he said pointing to the Brazilian black," get into that boy's ass fast and pump him hard," pinching the black's erect tits hard as he spoke.
The Brazilian stud shuddered from the tit pinching but knew better than to withdraw. "Yes, Master," he said as he positioned himself behind the beautiful brown waiter, his swollen prick aimed squarely at the slave's now open hole.
"Ugh, ugh," the brown waiter moaned loudly as the Brazilian stud thrust in all the way without hesitation or allowing the slave beneath him any time to adjust to the invasion. Immediately, the black Brazilian began to thrust rapidly in and out of the other slave's hole, taking his shaft almost out of the brown slave's chute each time before thrusting back in so far the brown slave could feel where the Brazilian's public hair had been shaved clean.
"Twist it some when you're all the way in, black boy," the Greek ordered. "I want to hear him groan."
"Yes, Master," the Brazilian slave answered and upon the next deep thrust he swivelled around with his massive tool all the way up the brown waiter's chute, until Dieter's brown waiter did indeed issue muted screams as he was opened up and stretched greater than he could ever remember.
"There, that's better," the Greek ship builder commented. "He's feeling the fucking now. Most of Dieter' slaves are so used, it takes a lot to get a decent reaction out of them. But this boy will thank me as soon as he gets his breath. I'm sure he hasn't been fucked this thoroughly in quite a spell."
The brown waiter got the hint despite his pain of the moment and promptly said, "Thank you, Master," between his clenched lips.
"See there?" the Greek exclaimed. "Nothing like a good fuck to make some of these slaves appreciative. Pump harder, black boy, and continue to screw the slave in circular motions every time you're all the way in....There, that's right... no, get it all in there..... now, twist around more so he really feels it...... now twist the other way.... no, no..... keep it in all the way... now plunge in and out rapidly but twist each time you're all the way in..... and don't you shoot on me...... you can't shoot without permission..... and I want to see you screwing this slave for a long while, you hear me, black boy?"
"Yes, Master. I'll screw this slave as long as you want, Master, if I can keep from juicing," the Brazilian slave said as his face clearly reflected the strain he felt from avoiding a debilitating discharge. Sweat was beginning to ooze out of every pore on his body as the need to discharge grew stronger and stronger, but his rapid pumping never slackened.
"Master, Master," the black pleaded, "I'm not sure I can hold it much longer."
"Don't you shoot until I tell you to, slave boy," the Greek master said with an amused look on his face. "I want this boy fucked properly. Get that shaft all the way in each stroke, you hear?"
"Yes, Master," the Brazilian gasped as the sex sweat literally flew off his body. The brown slave beneath him moaned deeply as the black continued to plummet him, stimulating the part deep within the Namibian slave that mysteriously caused erections even when being tortured like this. The Namibian's arousal was evident from a huge wet puddle forming under him on the banquet table.
"Master," the brown waiter screamed as every vein in his face stood out in his arousal. "I'm going ....... to ...... shoot," and with that, the Namibian slave broke into a gasp and discharged cups of heavy cream between the table and his assaulted body driven into the table with each of the black's thrusts. His thick ejaculate oozed out from beneath his body and spread rapidly across the smooth-topped table.
"Oh, very well," the Greek said disappointedly, "although I'm surprised one of Dieter's slaves is so poorly trained. You, black boy, can go ahead and shoot if you want. Dieter's slave has ruined it for us."
"Ah, ah, ah. ahhh," screamed the Brazilian as he felt his prick swell to even greater circumference within the slave beneath him before discharging load after load deep into the slave's ass. "Thank you, Master," the Brazilian choked out even as he continued to pump into the slave beneath him. "I didn't think...... I could hold it..... much longer, Master," he gasped as his orgasm shuddered to an end.
"It seems you home bred slaves from Brazil are well trained," the Greek master responded. "At least, you could hold it longer than Dieter's boy here," he said with some disdain as he ran his hands through the waiter's sweat soaked hair.
"I suspect Dieter is too easy on his slaves, but nothing that a sound beating with the slave whips couldn't cure, I'd wager," the Greek master muttered under his breath to the Brazilian stud. "I would guess our host Dieter Goering is more concerned with how his slaves look serving dinner than how well they perform in bed."
"Yes, master," was all the Brazilian stud thought would be appropriate as a reply, not eager to criticize a fellow slave.
The Greek master jerked on the brown waiter's hair saying, "You're a mighty lucky boy to be owned by such a lenient master, but I doubt if your next owner will be quite as lax," and he again jerked the waiter's' hair so hard the slave thought it would come out in the Greek master's hand.
"Now both you boys flush yourselves out and wash up thoroughly. You're leaking cum all down your legs and beginning to stink with all that sex sweat. When you've freshened up, you get your pretty little asses right back here."
"Yes, master," both slaves said at once as they hastened to get back into the slave's bath areas to do his bidding.
Three other slaves were in the baths flushing themselves out when they arrived. One of them had cum all over his face and his hair was matted with the stuff. Another looked a little worn, but was still playful. The third had some nasty tooth marks on his left shoulder and a slightly bleeding ass, a souvenir of his last fucking, he informed the two new arrivals.
"You waiters are getting as much attention as we pleasure slaves," one of them exclaimed as he recognized the newly arrived brown boy as one of Dieter Goering's slaves. "It'll be a long evening," he snickered, "but we pleasure boys are used to it."
"So are we," Dieter's brown waiter countered. "At least once a week we're called upon to entertain the master's guests and our master uses us whenever he likes in between. The difference is we do some real work -most of the manor's cleaning and all the laundry, so we do a lot more around the place than just get fucked."
"Don't get snotty with me, slaveboy. Work's work, boy, and slaves don't decide what work they're going to do. Just because you have to clean the house and do the laundry between pleasuring your master and his guests doesn't make you any better than any of us. No slave chooses his work, whether it's plowing a field or waiting tables or herding sheep or working on an assembly line or warming his master's bed or getting milked for a canape topping. You of all people, being called upon to pleasure any of your master's guests, should realize that. I imagine you get fucked just about as heavy as we do if you averaged it out over a period of time," the slave said as he completed his body cleansing.
"It was stupid of me to say that," the brown waiter apologized. "You're right: work's work and slaves just do what they're told. There's really not much difference between having a master ride your butt and scrubbing the master's floors. One gives you a sore butt, the other leaves every muscle in your body aching; so what's the difference? You're being fucked either way," the brown slave laughed.
"Honest work? What's that?" another of the guests' pleasure slaves said as he again bent over to give himself another douche from a convenient hose built into the slaves' shower wall. "Some of the positions I have to get into to please my masters is pretty heavy work if you ask me, and clenching those ass and throat muscles when we're being fucked turns into real work if you're doing it right," he snorted as once again his bowels were filled with the warm water.
Before long, the five slaves were cleansed properly and dutifully returned to their appointed stations in the dining hall. As they entered, Dieter and the guests once again exchanged their personal slaves, and the waiters were assigned to new guests so that the guests could enjoy all the evening had to offer. And enjoying it they were! Three of the waiters had mounted their assigned guests (who were casually lying prone on their backs on the dining room table) and were frantically pumping their asses up and down over the guest's rampant shafts, while three more were being plowed in a more conventional doggy-style position, their bent arms and legs tense from the added load of the person "riding" them. Meanwhile the personal slaves were busy sucking a new guest, or flat on their back with their legs over their shoulders as a new guest tried out their ass, or sometimes sucking or fucking each other for a guest's amusement.
The five slaves returning fresh from the baths were immediately commanded by the house steward into a series of different acts similar to the other slaves and their grunts, moans, and muted groans soon mixed with the panting, sharp cries, and screams of delight as the smell of sweat, K-Y ointment, and hot cum filled the room.
One of the waiters, a striking boy from Sicily, had ended up with his own master, Dieter, who was once again plowing him with his large organ as the Sicilian harem slave lay passively atop the dining table on his broad back, his long muscular legs positioned behind his muscular shoulders and splayed wide apart. The slave had lost count of how many times he'd been used since the evening began, but he knew it was at least the ninth time his ass had been subjected to a thorough reaming, whether by one of his master's guests or by another slave commanded to do so. His ass ached by this time and his chute, despite the heavy greasing it had received, burned as his master's shaft continued to plummet him until he thought he would split in half. At least all the cum inside him served as additional lube and made the fucking somewhat more bearable despite the slave's fatigue.
As Dieter stared into his slave's eyes, his hands busy massaging the slave's already sore tits, the Sicilian harem boy (temporarily a waiter) realized his jaws ached as much as his ass. Twelve times he'd swallowed cock tonight and each time he had been rewarded with a full load of hot sperm sliding down his throat and into his stomach. His tits had been twisted, pinched, massaged, and kneaded by every person he'd sucked as well as every person who'd fucked him, and by this time were so sensitized they felt as if they'd been freshly branded with hot coals. The slave knew from past evenings they would be swollen to double their normal size for three days or longer as a result of all the attention they'd received at his master's party.
"Ah, Ah, AAAAH," Dieter screamed as he plunged into his harem slave as far as he could go, arched his back, and squeezed the slave's tits until the slave too screamed, but in agony, not ecstasy like his owner. The Sicilian slave felt his master's prick pulsate in his anal tract as the series of emissions began, filling the slave's ass to the point where cum was oozing out around all sides of the impaled prick. When emptied, Dieter jerked his prick out with a loud plop and ordered his slave to promptly cleanse his tool with his mouth which his harem slave did without hesitation.
"Um, " Dieter moaned as he grabbed the handsome slave's head from behind and pressed the property's mouth further around his rapidly deflating shaft as the beautiful slave licked and slurped any remnants of the fucking from his master's tool and then swallowed.
As Dieter looked around the room, all of his guests were either asleep or totally satiated, just staring into space as they sipped a little wine - almost like they were in a coma. Some were on top of the table with their latest amusement, some were now on the floor with a slaveboy, and some had simply slumped back in their dining room chairs with their assigned slave still on the table or on the floor in total exhaustion. Like Dieter, none of the guests seemed to even have the strength to fondle the slave boys, neither the slave they had brought with them, a borrowed personal slave of another guests, or even of Dieter's own waiters, all of them still totally available at some spot in the dining room.
But all those slaves were now covered in sweat, their hair matted to the sides of their face, utterly exhausted, and with stale cum dribbling down their chins and across their chests, more cum running down their legs from a reddened quivering asshole, their tits bright red, swollen, and sometimes bleeding, and their now flaccid pricks chafed, bruised, and even slightly bleeding from all the stroking, squeezes, and hand pumping they had endured over the evening.
"A great dinner party," Dieter said to himself with some satisfaction. Clapping his hands sharply he ordered, "All of my property to the baths immediately - you have a house to clean at the crack of dawn and we want your bodies fresh and ready for your chores. And you other slaves of my guests join them in the baths and then return to your masters sparkling clean inside and out so you can assist them when they awake." With that, Dieter slumped back in his dining room and went sound asleep along with all his guests.
As ordered, all the slaves douched themselves properly, bathed until sparkling clean, and once again shaved their bodies. Only when that was finished were Dieter' harem slaves again chained by their neck collars to the rings by their bunks in the slave quarters and allowed to sleep on the clean blanket laid out on each bunk. Within hours, Dieter' handsome harem slaves (waiters) would again find themselves scrubbing the floors, picking up the dirty dishes, and doing all the other chores that made the household run so smoothly. But it would probably be less than a week before they'd be called to entertain again and by then, as much past experience had taught them, they'd be completely restored and ready for action. In the interim, perhaps within hours, any one of them could be called to their master's bedroom to satisfy his sexual needs any way he wanted, exactly as they had been trained to expect.
Of course, one of Dieter' guests could have taken a fancy to any one of them. If so, that slave might find himself being offered as a temporary loan, an outright gift, or, if Dieter was a little less generous with his property, being put out for rent or permanently sold. The Goerings, especially Dieter, were notorious for giving slaves as gifts to their friends or business associates or casually loaning them out if guests expressed interest in them. The Goerings often used slaves as bribes in closing a deal, especially where bribes were a common expectation in doing business as in most of the Middle East and a good part of Asia. Consequently, any of the harem slaves could be given away at any time, never to be seen again in most cases. That's why Dieter was constantly having his agents renew the ranks of his harem, but he didn't mind - it was also a way of constantly adding variety, fresh stock, and maybe a novelty or so along the way. Just recently one of the agents had shipped a blue-eyed blond American football player as the newest member of his harem. Dieter usually liked them black, but this blond was something else again, he had to admit. Not only was he phenomenally equipped sexually, but he also was about as good looking as a man could be with deep-set eyes, high creek bones, and a devilish twinkle in his eye that just made you want to fuck him right on the spot. The best part was the American loved being fucked and put everything he had into it. Now how could you reject a boy like that, even if he wasn't black?
The Russian master Vladimir had whispered just such a desire into one of Dieter's waiter's ear as he finished fucking him last night. Perhaps that slave, now a member of Dieter's harem, would soon find myself stabled with Vladimir's huge black Brazilian slave - he might even end up in some freezing cold Russian city being fucked by Master Vladimir's Brazilian stud or perhaps emptying his balls into some slave mare at some breeding barn down in the heat of Brazil ....... but who knew? As a slave, he had learned long ago his destiny was in the hands of whoever owned him at the time. But all of Dieter' harem slaves now realized from their own experiences that since they had first been sold for a good price to any master with money enough to buy them, any market commodity like themselves who was bright, willing and able always seemed to survive - especially if they were exceptionally good looking and sexually desirable! They also realized that being a member of Dieter Goering's harem carried a prestige that made them even more valuable to any future owner they might acquire.
The pleasure slaves of Dieter' dinner guests returned to their satiated masters sparkling clean. But they wouldn't stay that way long in all probability. Morning would bring demands to offer a fresh load of sperm as a "youth elixir," new calls to be the recipient of a master's clumsy fucking, or once again on their knees swallowing either their master's or another slave's prick. And all the while having their tits kneaded, their limbs stroked, and their balls squeezed until they would feel like they would burst. Such was the life of a pleasure slave in the 21st century.
NEXT: A GUIDED TOUR OF THE ESTATE GROUNDS
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