FULFILLING THE FANTASY
Chapter 1
by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
"You must spend a lot of time down here," Mark commented when he ran into his long time friend, John. "Each time I'm here, there you are," he laughed. "You thinking of going into the trade, or what, John? If so, I guess a little competition would keep us on our toes."
"Don't worry about that, Mark. It's just that I can never find what I'm looking for. Either this market is too small or markets around here just don't carry the kind of stock that interests me," John replied rather defensively. "Maybe I'm just too picky."
"Maybe. Maybe not," Mark smiled again. "John, this market isn't THAT small and if you take in all the markets around in this area, there's a reasonable selection possible. I'd say that If you've really looked hard at all the stock offered for at least a three month period and STILL can't find what you're looking for, you probably are too picky," Mark counseled. "What ARE you looking for, anyway, John? A three-eyed Chinese with a 20" dick?" Mark laughed.
John joined his friend laughing at that description. "Nothing that exotic, Mark."
"Well, what is it, then?"
John blushed, looked down at the ground, shuffled his feet a little, and then slowly began describing what he wanted to buy.
"I'm looking for a boy from Bulgaria, about 19 or 20 years old, who has been recently enslaved so he's still struggling with the "being owned" issue, who has sandy blond hair, practically no body hair, a muscular physique that is stocky and between 5'8" and 6'0", that has huge pectoral development with nicely shaped large tits on him, a circumcised dick that is thick and long and nicely shaped, and balls that are big and fleshy but naturally hang close to his body - I hate dangling balls on a boy. He's got to have brilliant blue or green eyes, very smooth swarthy skin that's anything but snowy white, a nice rounded fuckable butt, and so hot to trot he's almost always got an erection. I don't give a damn whether he speaks one word of English at this point, but he should have received enough training to at least display, kneel, stand at ease, suck and take a good fuck with either spoken or gestured commands with no hesitation. Got anyone in mind?"
"You are one fussy bastard," Mark laughed. "Why Bulgarian, if I dare ask?"
"I'm from Bulgarian stock originally," John smiled. "Both sets of grandparents immigrated to this country from Bulgaria."
"And now you want to buy someone possibly related to you somehow?" Mark laughed again. "I would have thought you'd being trying to free the poor bastards instead of buying them up, or is that what you're trying to do actually? Mark queried seriously. "John, you know as well as I do we can't allow you to buy a slave just to turn around and free him. First of all, it's illegal as you well know. Second, no dealer would ever sell you to you again under any circumstances if that's what you're up to."
"No, no!" John protested. "Hardly! It's just that Bulgarian stock really turns me on - more than anything else. I want a boy I can fuck silly until they're half dead - that's a long way from trying to free them!" John added. "I'll be the last one on earth to do that if the boy looked like I described and turned me on. I'll pay a hefty price for stock like that."
"Indeed you would," Mark confirmed. "That's so fussy it's unbelievable. Dealers around here never get Bulgarians who are rare in world markets anyway. Let alone Bulgarians looking like what you describe. Forgive me, John, but most Bulgarian slaves I've seen - and it's been damn few over the years - were all ugly as sin, usually with thick black hair and course hairy bodies, not very well built, and about half-size in the prick department. They did have big pecs, as I recall, but they were so hairy it was hard to tell. I'm not sure what you're describing even exists!"
"Maybe not! But that's that I'm looking for anyway," John sullenly replied.
"Well, you're not going to find it hanging around local markets," Mark advised. "Of that, I'm sure. Have you tried a broker?"
"A broker? What's that?" John asked.
"A slave broker. They specialize in finding unique, exotic, or peculiar slaves - slaves to order, so to speak. Some buyers want a dwarf with a big prick, some want a 7' 5" freak to play basketball on their corporate team, some porno producer wants a slave that can take a 20" dildo up his butt without passing out, some woman wants a 'white' Negro - a black with white skin, some medical team is looking for a true hermaphrodite for research purposes, some person wants a slave that speaks the Wolof dialect - you name it, a broker can often find it. Some obscure market somewhere probably has just what you're looking for - but only a broker has access to all the data bases and inside connections that it takes to find such oddities. They can be found - but it takes a specialist to locate it."
"I never knew such people existed," John said.
"The brokers or the weirdo slaves they locate?" Mark shot back.
"The brokers," John replied. "They sound expensive."
"Not really. They generally charge you 10 % commission on the purchase price plus any travel costs they incur. Of course, what they're looking for is usually pretty rare and sells for a fairly high price, so 10% is quite a pile of money. Still, they take care of all the paperwork on the purchases, the commission includes all their costs in hunting a slave down to your specifications, and often, especially if a given dealer has two or three items they may have arranged buyers for, they're able to negotiate a discount on the final selling price that saves you almost enough to pay their commission. But don't count on it. But, John, compared to traveling all over the world looking for this sexy slave of yours, it's a lot simpler and saves an awful lot of time to just hire a good broker."
"Could you recommend one to me?" John ventured.
"Seriously interested?" Mark countered.
"Definitely, Mark. I'm tried of looking."
"Let's go to my office and I'll look up the address of one I've had good luck with in the past if you'll make it worth my while spend my time helping you buy a slave from someone other than me."
"How much, Mark?"
"For a mere $500, I'll get in contact with a good broker and have him get in touch with you within the day. If it doesn't work out, I'll give you $250 back, no questions asked."
"It's a deal," John said as he reached in his wallet and pealed out five $100 bills and handled them to Mark. "Here's my phone number, fax number, and e-mail address," he added as he handled Mark his business card. "Before the day is out?" he added.
"Before the day is out," Mark confirmed. "Now write on this sales sheet exactly what you wanted again," he said, as he started writing. " I remember the Bulgarian 19-20 year old male with massive pecs and big tits, blond hair, newly enslaved, circumcised long and thick prick, big spongy balls up tight to the body, blue eyes, - what else? I can't remember."
"Blue or green eyes. No body hair naturally and dark colored skin. I forgot to add he should be good looking and have a nice thin waist despite being so damn well-built all over. And, oh, he should have a nice bubble-butt on him, but he doesn't need to know English yet other than the basic slave commands like kneel, display, stand, suck and taking a fuck. I kind of like an "attitude" in the boy if you know what I mean - a sort of resentment at the fact I can fuck him any damn time I want and he has to cooperate with me in being raped...."
"Slow down, John. I've got to get all of this down on paper or the broker can't find what you're looking for."
"You're sure he can find this kind of slaveboy?" John asked incredulously.
"I don't know - you're order is so weird - but his track record with me is good. He's found every single order I've placed over the past three or four years and some of those have been just as far out as yours," he laughed.
John hadn't been home 30' minutes before the phone rang. It was an order clerk of Sotheby's, Inc. - Slave Brokers, located in London. The polite man on the other end of the line read over the order that had been faxed to them to check it for correctness, asked if I wanted to add anything, and then asked if I wanted to add price limits.
The order was correct. I added that the slave should be so highly sexed he was erect a good deal of the time, and emphasized again that he had to be newly enslaved and still resentful of his slavery, no matter how cooperative at this point as a result of his initial training. I set a $1 million limit on the potential purchase if it could be located, even though I was sure it wouldn't cost me anything like that once the slave was located. The employee of Sotheby's reminded me of the 10% commission fee plus transportation costs, but added that the commission included al necessary ownership paperwork, transfer of property papers, immigration and customs papers, and negotiation for 'best possible price. He then thanked me for the order, told me searches of this type generally only took two or three weeks, and that if the slave ordered couldn't be found within a 30-day period, the order would be cancelled with no obligation on my part. But, he added cheerfully, that seldom happened - especially now that the supply of slaves was so plentiful throughout the world.
"Within three weeks?" I asked.
"Probably won't take anywhere near that long," the Sotheby representative assured him.
The phone rang three days later. Sotheby's informed John a potential buy had been located in Sofia and that the price was much lower than estimated. Digital photos of the prospective purchase along with full descriptive details were being sent to his e-mail account as they spoke. If the find was satisfactory, he was to call them back and confirm his purchase with an electronic transfer of funds to the Sotheby account with Barclay's Bank in London.
John was a little dumbfounded it was all happening so fast, but thanked the man and rushed to his computer. Sure enough, there was an e-mail from Sotheby's with numerous attachments. John decided to read the e-mail description first before downloading the attached photos. After all, there might be something wrong with the boy and he wanted full information before seeing him and getting all excited.
"19 YEAR OLD MALE SLAVE WITH ESTIMATED VALUE OF 500,000 U.S. DOLLARS AT CURRENT MARKET PRICES. BASTARD CHILD OF PROSTITUTE IN VARNA AND, TO THE BEST OF MOTHER'S KNOWLEDGE, A NIGERIAN SAILOR BUYING HER SERVICES. PLACED SHORTLY AFTER BIRTH IN STATE ORPHANAGE WHERE HE REMAINED UNTIL 14 YEARS OF AGE WHEN HE WAS 'ADOPTED' BY THE STATE MINISTER OF COMMERCE AND PLACED IN WITH 20 OTHERS AS PART OF THE MINISTER'S DOMESTIC STAFF GARDENING, CLEANING, AND WAITING TABLES. WHEN DUTIES WERE EXPANDED AT AGE 16 TO INCLUDE SEXUAL SERVICES FOR THE MINISTER AND HIS NUMEROUS GUESTS, HE RESISTED AND WAS FREQUENTLY SEVERELY PUNISHED UNTIL SOME DEGREE OF COMPLIANCE COULD BE OBTAINED. NEVERTHELESS, SOME DEGREE OF RESISTANCE CONTINUED AND THE MINISTER DISPOSED OF HIM TO A DISCRETE UNDERGROUND DEALER IN SOPHIA WHO SPECIALIZED IN SECRET GOVERNMENT TRANSACTIONS OF THIS TYPE. MALE SLAVE WAS THEN SUBJECTED TO STANDARD SLAVE TRAINING FOR SIX MONTHS, INCLUDING FULL USE OF HIS BODY, BEFORE BEING OFFERED FOR SALE. INITIALLY SOLD AS BROTHEL SLAVE TO A TURKISH WHOREMONGER BUT SALE NEVER FINALIZED DUE TO EXCHANGE RATE FLUCTUATIONS AT THAT TIME, WHICH KEPT SLAVE CAGED IN SOPHIA FOR OVER A YEAR AWAITING OUTCOME OF NEGOTIATIONS OVER POTENTIAL PURCHASE BY TURKISH MERCHANT. WHEN CLAIM FINALLY RELEASED BY TURKISH MERCHANT, SLAVE AGAIN PLACED UP FOR SALE AND A "HOLD" HAS BEEN PLACED ON HIM BY SOTHEBY'S.
"THIS SLAVE IS NOT EXACTLY AS YOU REQUESTED. HE IS SWARTHY AS YOU REQUESTED, BUT DARK SKIN IS DUE TO BLACK FATHER WHILE BLOND HAIR AND BRIGHT BLUE EYES DUE TO MOTHER. THEREFORE, THIS SLAVE IS CLASSIFIED AS A MULATTO DESPITE HIS BULGARIAN ORIGINS. THE SLAVE SEEMS TO MEET ALL OTHER CONDITIONS OF YOUR REQUISITION, INCLUDING A CHRONIC EXCITATION LEVEL AND A CONTINUING RESENTMENT, DESPITE ALL THE TRAINING HE HAS RECEIVED TO DATE, OF BEING FUCKED (ALTHOUGH HE IS, OF COURSE, FULLY COMPLIANT IN THIS AREA). UNDERSTANDS ONLY ENOUGH ENGLISH TO ASSURE RESPONSE TO BASIC COMMANDS BUT SEEMS TO LEARN QUICKLY.
"SOTHEBY'S FEELS THE SLAVE CAN BE OBTAINED BY THEIR AGENT FOR $450,000 CASH WITH NEGOTIATION PLUS THE $45,000 COMMISSION FEE FOR A TOTAL OF $495,000 PLUS APPROXIMATELY $1940 TRANSPORTATION COSTS FOR OUR AGENT AND AN ESTIMATED $2200 DOLLARS SHIPMENT COSTS (WITH OUR AGENT AS ESCORT) TO YOUR HOME AIRPORT FOR A GRAND TOTAL OF $499,140. PLEASE ADVISE AS TO PURCHASE INTERESTS WITHIN 12 HOURS."
John quickly downloaded the attachments. Every conceivable view of the slave's body had been photographed, including the slave's tits in aroused state, his prick fully erect as well as flaccid, and even a shot of a full discharge on the slave's stomach and chest. He was exactly as he had requested and the black blood in the slave added immeasurably to his appeal. John immediately called Sotheby's confirming his interest and received full instructions on how to transfer the $499,140 to their account.
Twenty four hours later, John was at the Kennedy Airport to greet the incoming flight on Bulgarian Airlines from Sophia via London. He spotted the swarthy slave the instance he deplaned even though he was fully dressed. His left hand was shackled to the agent's wrist as if he were an international prisoner which was the guise used for the air shipment. It was obvious he was butt plugged from the way he walked, but most people would just assume he was cramped from the long flight. John watched as the agent swiftly moved his 'prisoner' through customs, flashing some Interpol/CIA papers in the process and explaining his 'prisoner''s shackles were setting off the security alarms. As the duo neared the final customs exit, it was obvious the slave had been drugged to a semi-conscious state - his pupils were dilated and he was drooling slightly out of the corner of his mouth. Despite all this, he was a magnificent specimen.
"We need the restroom," was the only thing the agent said as he headed for the nearest restroom with the slave in tow. "He's been plugged."
When the twosome emerged, the slave walked entirely unencumbered - obviously the plug had been removed and was now in the slave's carry-on.
"He's all yours," the agent said as he unlocked the wrist shackle. "About the time you get him home and penned the drug will start to wear off so you don't need to worry about any feistiness on the way home. We always drug them for transport - makes it a lot easier for a slave as well as us," he laughed. "By the time they regain full consciousness, they're back in another cage and feel right at home."
The agent was right. By the time I had the new slave stripped down, flushed out, body shaved, collared, butt plugged, and caged, the swarthy Bulgarian was busy studying his environment as well as his new owner. It was obvious he knew he had been sold, that I was probably his new owner, and he was no longer in Bulgaria. He was obviously ravenously hungry but knew from his basic training he couldn't mention it.
"You'll get some slave chow if you fuck well," I said to an uncomprehending slave who understood not a word of my English.
I went to the cupboard and got a small sample of slave chow so he knew what I was talking about. Then I went over and rather roughly jerked back and forth on his butt plug so that had the sensation of being fucked. Again I motioned to the slave chow and then plummeted the plug back and forth in his hole. A look of complete understanding swept across his face and he promptly laid down on his back, brought his legs up over his head so his butthole was completely exposed and spread his legs wide in an open invitation to being fucked. I removed his plug with a single hard jerk, plunged into his hole with my own organ and fucked him with abandon. He groaned as I entered him, arched his back in an attempt to accommodate me, and then softly moaned as he was thoroughly fucked, bitting his lip to keep from crying out in the process. It was obvious he hated being fucked, but knew he had no choice in the matter and, despite his feelings of utter humiliation, shame, and utter exploitation, gave no signs of resistance to the rape of his hole. In fact, after I was well embedded, he remembered to tighten the muscles of his asschute to give me greater pleasure - a product of his basic slave training. When I finished and withdrew, he promptly cleaned by shaft with his mouth but could not hide completely a brief, but deep look of resentment and despair as my hot cum began to seep out of his asshole. It was a look I loved to see in a slave, especially one as good looking as this hunk of meat.
Over the next two weeks, I fucked the slave at least five or six times a day, leaving my quarters only to get some fresh supplies and a little fresh air and exercise. The slave was fed regularly and well, kept clean and well shaved, and exercised most of the time he wasn't being fucked or sound asleep to keep his beautiful physique in top shape. He was learning simple English rapidly, obeyed all commands immediately and without question, and really gave me no reason to discipline him over and above the daily beatings I administer to all slaves just to remind them they're just owned property serving at the whim of their owner.
The third week I decided to show him off to my friend Mark at the local market. When we arrived and we're inside the auction facilities, I had the Bulgarian strip down for Mark's full inspection. He was mighty impressed, especially with the Bulgarian showing hard the whole time he was being displayed.
"He's everything you asked for," Mark said as he hefted the slave's balls and roughly massaged them. "Who would have dreamed a dark skinned Bulgarian whose downright handsome could be conjured up in a mere three days right to your doorstep? And, at a bargain price if you ask me." Mark's hand moved to the slave's tits and began rubbing them until they were swollen and fully distended. "You could sell this bastard locally for at least 50% more than you paid for him if he's as good in bed as you claim."
"He is," John said. "To prove it, I'll let you use him if you've got a place handy around here."
"You know I do. I'll take you up on it," Mark said as he clipped a leash to the slave's collar and led him to an "trial room" nearby. The slave knew what was coming and shuddered in dread, but never flinched as he meekly followed the man he had been 'loaned' to.
John heard his property gasp and then stifle a prolonged scream as Mark obviously began "using" the borrowed slave. John had never seen Mark naked so he had no idea that Mark was phenomenally equipped - so big that many a slave had been ripped to pieces when he fucked them. The screams continued but got weaker and weaker until John didn't hear much of anything other than John panting and heaving as the fuck continued. After 15 minutes, John was dragging the Bulgarian slave back by his collar, blood running down the slave's leg as he staggered in his attempts to keep up with the leash.
"I thought you said you fucked him regularly," John said curiously. "He's as tight as a virgin. Good thing you had me loosen him up a bit or he'd never reach his full potential."
"Loosen him up a bit! From the looks of all that blood gushing out of his asshole, you've torn him wide open. If he has to be sewn up or get's infected or both, I'm sure as hell sending you the vet's bill," John said as he looked over the slave, still unable to stand up straight from all the pain emanating out of his asshole along with blood, clumps of semen, and hot lubricant.
"Ah, it was good for him," Mark said. "Got him opened up good. He's not torn up as much as you think. He'll stop bleeding in a few minutes - it's just a bunch of surface capillaries. I've seen in over and over in the slave's I fuck. This one just needs a little toughening up in his fuck chute. All that bleeding simply prevents infection, so don't worry about it!"
"Let's hope," John said dubiously. "I suppose now he'll be all loose and flabby back there when I fuck him."
"Maybe after a good 10 years of my steadily pounding him, but certainly now after just a few fucks. He's in good shape - he'll have his hole back night and tight within six hours if he's not fucked during that time - I guarantee it. Remember, I've been in the business of handling and fucking slaves for some time now, John."
The Bulgarian had stopped crying but tears were still streaming down his cheeks. God, he hated being fucked more than anything he could think of but he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. If his owner wanted to fuck him or have someone else fuck him, he knew he had to cooperate no matter how much he hated and resented it deep inside. He was sore, he was lonely, he was scared, but most of all he was a slave. When he'd first realized he was a slave back in Bulgaria, the full impact of what that really meant was only beginning to sink in now. He realized now he was property of others for life for them to do with him as they wished; he realized his body was his one and only asset as far as his owners were concerned; and that what he wanted or hoped for in this life had no bearing on his existence now - he was purchased to do as his owners wanted with no other considerations. He knew he'd probably never see his homeland again; would probably never even be able to speak his native tongue again; and, with his body and looks, he would probably be utilized as a sex slave as long as his looks held out. When he got old and ugly, he'd be a common work slave faster than he could blink with a whip on his butt until he collapsed and died. Better to suffer a sore butthole than bleed to death under the whip of a work overseer, the slave thought. He knew that as a sex slave he would be well fed, punishment would never mark his body, and his high value would assure him reasonably good treatment. Almost all slaves were lonely, he thought and few ever stayed near where they were born anyway. Yes, he was lucky to be born as good looking and well hung as he was. He'd just have to learn to live with his loneliness. Learning English would help - at least he could understand what others were saying about him.
"Did you think he was good in bed, Mark?"
"Yep, and I guarantee he'd bring you $800,000 if I sold him here in the next week or so - that's a 30% gain on your money in just a few weeks at most. Can't beat an investment like that."
"Do it!" John said.
"Do what?"
"Sell the slave for with a minimum of $800,000 on him," John said.
"You're kidding - you just got him," Mark said, obviously flabbergasted. "All that trouble to find a Bulgarian with dark skin and blond hair and blue eyes, huge like a horse, and shipped half way around the world and you're going to sell him after a couple of weeks? I thought this was a lifetime fantasy or something!"
"Well, once you fulfill a fantasy, it loses its allure. I've enjoyed the boy and he was everything I was looking for, but, Mark, once I had him and had fucked him to my heart's content, I realized I was as bored with him as it was just any old slave I'd bought down here from you. But with a 30% pure profit on his resale, I can't afford to indulge my fantasies too long. Sell the bastard. Got a buyer in mind who will part with that kind of money?"
"I know a matronly lady who has been looking for a well hung mulatto. She could care less what nationality he is or where he came from, but she definitely is hung up on mulattos with big pricks. I imagine once she sees him hard and throbbing, she'll part with $800 grand easily enough. If not, I also know of a brothel looking for a black or mulatto - you know - the big male emporium located out on Long Island. They'll pay that kind of money for a stud this young and good looking."
"Fine. See how much you can get out of him. There's a 10% bonus for you in it on everything you can get over $800,000. I'll sign the ownership and transfer of property certificates now so you can dispose of the property quickly when you find a buyer."
That evening, the Bulgarian had been sold for $860,000 to the male brothel out on Long Island. They had outbid the lady Mark had in mind by a good $10,000 in the final negotiations. Mark handed over $842,700 to John ($860,000 minus the 2% sales charge) and John then handed Mark his $8000 bonus. Still, John had cleared almost $330,000 on the deal - all within a three week time frame. Sotheby's was happy, Mark was happy, John was happy, and the fourth party involved, the Bulgarian slave - well, he was busy sucking off his second customer of the evening with two more lined up to fuck his sore ass. Three out of four ain't bad when it comes to happiness!
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments always appreciated. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)