FULFILLING THE FANTASY XV
by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
"I love the boy's collar," John said as he looked over the black slave in front of him, recently delivered by Tony, the Italian steward to their suite on the Fantasia.
The Mozambique slave standing before them had been on the ship only four days now and was still fitted with the deep fitting penis gag fastened to his head, a huge butt plug up his ass, and wrists chained to this collar - all devices he had worn since he had first been handled over to the slave handlers in the cargo hold other than when he was allowed to eat, drink, and have his asshole flushed out with warm, sudsy water two or three times a day. His large prominent tits were still raw and swollen from the recent fitting of a thick 2" rings in each tit; his balls and the base of his prick were somewhat galled from the fitting of the thick 1" genital cinch which matched his tit rings; and his neck was chafed from the tight-fitting 3" tall thick collar which had "Beauty" emblazoned on it front and back between the leash rings welded to each side and to which his wrist bands were now attached by a short coupler chain. He swallowed hard around the huge dildo forced down his throat by the ever- present gag as he stared at his new owner and his constant companion - a slave dealer himself. He knew his body was shiny from a light coating of sweat that had developed in the hold since his bath just minutes ago in preparation for this visit and he was also aware his prick, as was not uncommon these days, was partially erect - swollen enough to show his full length if not full thickness.
"I decided to name this slave, John," Mark responded. "As you know, I seldom bother to name slaves - what's the point - but this little souvenir from Mozambique really is special, don't you think? 'Beauty' is a good name for a slave with a body like this," Mark added as he motioned to the Italian steward to place the slave down on the bed on his back with his wrists and ankles chained to the four corners of the specially equipped bed common in every suite on the Fantasia.
The steward quickly undid the slave's wrists from his collar, threw him backward onto the bed and quickly fastened his wrists and then his ankles to the hidden eyelets located on the edges of the bedframe. The slave groaned around his gag as the butt plug worked its way even deeper into him from this new forced position.
"Shall I stroke him to full arousal, master?" the Italian slave asked.
"No, use your mouth to arouse the slave," Mark said. The Italian steward quickly bent over the black slave's body and engulfed the huge organ, sucking it well down his throat and churning the shaft with his tongue. 'Beauty' responded by moaning and tossing his head from one side to the other as much as his collar would allow, his eyes reflecting resignation at this new assault on his body, an event almost continuous since he had been delivered to the cargo hold below.
"The slave is fully aroused now, master, " the steward announced, his mouth dripping with the pre-cum juices of the black.
"Yes," Mark answered, once again admiring the huge beautifully sculptured shaft he hadn't seen in the past few days, now quivering above the boy's body and fully extruded by the genital band surrounding the base. Turning to the Italian steward, he ordered, "Climb up on the bed, steward, and lower your hole onto the boy's prick until it is completely inside you, then fuck the boy until his balls are drained."
"Which way shall I face, master? Toward the front of the bed or toward you and Master John?" the steward asked, totally unperturbed by the request, as he quickly climbed onto the black slave's restrained body.
"Face us, steward," Mark replied. "But make sure we can see the slave's face as he is being fucked."
"Yes, master," the Italian slave said as he quickly straddled the black slave's body facing his two masters and then quickly lowered himself onto the erect prick until it disappeared up his open hole and, with his teeth clinched as he felt his ass being stretched fully by the huge organ of the black, then felt the metal band at the base of the black's shaft pressing into his hole. Giving himself just a few seconds to adjust to the stretching, he then began pumping his body up and down on the shaft, feeling the intrusion rubbing against his prostate as it stretched his anal lining. He heard the slave moan beneath him at this new usage of his body.
The black slave, despite his outrage at being raped simply to amuse the two masters looking on, was in a full sex sweat as his body reacted to all this titillation and felt the juices within him already racing toward his prick for an explosive release. His arousal blocked, at least temporarily, the feelings of shame and embarrassment he had felt being delivered to this splendid room stark naked with a dildo up his ass and down his throat, his genitals banded to force full display at all times. At least for this moment, he forgot he had been sold to be a sexual plaything to this new master, his body a endless source of pleasure for the man who now owned him. He realized he could not deny the intense, overwhelming feelings of pleasure he felt from this new stimulation and could not prevent his body from responding to such stimulation, no matter how much he resented it. But he also knew inwardly his initial resistance to slavehood, especially as a bought whore, was slowly ebbing away as the expert handlers worked on him incessantly. In the cargo hold, he was surrounded with slaves who now eagerly looked forward to being sexually used by their masters and he doubted if any of them entered slavery with such proclivities.
"May I shoot, master?" the Italian asked, his own prick now quivering in need from the anal stimulation.
"No, I'll want you to fuck the slave later," Mark said nonchalantly. "But make sure the black shoots a full load up your butt."
"Yes, master," the Italian replied, again clinching his teeth and tensing his muscles trying to avoid a forbidden ejaculation. He increased the pace of sliding up and down the black slave's organ with his pumping body and clinched ass muscles.
"Ugh..ugh...aw...aw....," the black moaned as his body tensed, his back went rigid, and his eyes glazed. It took six huge surges of cum up into the Italian's ass before his balls were emptied.
"Now fasten him to the bed on his stomach with his legs spread wide apart," Mark instructed the Italian slave. "And then fuck him thoroughly. But reach around and jerk him off as you're fucking him. He should be able to get hard again - a slave like that is always good for two or three rounds before they're all worn out - and time it so he associates being fucked with the pleasure of his orgasm - the same way they trained you, steward," Mark smiled.
"Yes, master," the Italian answered as he quickly repositioned the black slave as commanded. "May I shot off when I fuck the black?" he added, rather pleadingly.
"Yes, steward," Mark laughed, "but only after you've given him a good solid fucking he'll remember and only after you he's shot off a good load himself as a result of both your hand pumping his organ and your prick pumping his ass."
"Yes, master," the steward said happily as he mounted the bound black and, after removing the deeply embedded butt plug, drove his swollen shaft up the black's hole with no preliminaries.
"Ugh! Ugh....ah....." the black moaned as the Italian slave's large prick was driven all the way into him and then began pistoning him vigorously. He felt his rectal opening stretching open - similar to the painful stuffed feeling he had when the butt plug was in him - but he also noticed this new prick in him wasn't nearly as painful as past rapes and rightfully attributed this to the stretching of his anal chute the large butt plug insured. He felt his own prick swell once again as the Italian slave's prick massaged his prostate unmercifully and soon he felt the Italian's hand encompassing his own prick and sensually stroking it while he continued pumping into his ass. Within minutes, he once again felt his juices surging up within him and knew he would spew another huge load. He groaned around his mouth gag as yet another volley of hot cum was nursed from his body and his body violently jerked with each discharge from his balls as he felt his ass muscles contract around the Italian's prick within him.
With the black slave's ass muscles contracting around his shaft, the Italian stiffened, drove his prick as deep as possible into the ass beneath him, and convulsed in a volley of ejaculations deep into the black's bowels as he rubbed his own tits against the smooth skin of the black's back and hugged the black's muscular upper torso. His teeth nuzzled the thick collar around the black's neck as he felt dizzy in ecstacy as his own balls were emptied while strange animal sounds of triumphant conquest rumbled from his throat.
"That must have been a fuck to remember from the sounds of it," John laughed as he smacked the Italian slave on the rump, still pumping away slightly in a residual action. "I don't believe I've heard you howl like that before - I'll have to try and copy that sound the next time I empty myself completely into your ass," he snickered.
"Yes, master," the Italian gasped. "The black slave is suburb in bed. When he is fully trained, he will be worth a fortune I would think, master."
"Worth more than you on the auction block?" Mark asked, his eyes narrowing in amusement.
"I'm afraid so, master," the Italian slave smiled. "But I would bring the second best price I hope," he laughed, "especially if I remember to howl like I just did when a prospective buyer jerks me off to test my output."
With that, both masters doubled up in laughter as the Italian slave withdrew from the black beneath him, reinserted the slave's large butt plug, and then wiped his shaft off, still slimy with lubricant and spent semen, in the black's hair.
"Take the slave's buttplug out again and clean the slave out and relube him," Mark ordered the steward and then chain him back to the bed on his back with his legs chained with his wrists to the head of the bed so his hole is totally exposed. I want to fuck him where I can study his face while I'm fucking him."
"Yes, master," the Italian said as he quickly unchained the black slave and moved him to the bathroom for the commanded cleansing. Within minutes, the black was back on the bed, chained into the new and uncomfortable position.
Both Mark and John fucked the slave twice before they had the steward clean him out once again, reinsert his butt plug, and take him back to the hold to his cage.
"Beauty is a great name for the slave," John said as he and Mark shared a drink in their luxurious suite. "He's not only beautiful to look at, but he fucks beautifully too. He's worth every penny you paid for him. Once he's fully trained to his new duties, I could easily get a cool million for him within five minutes of putting him out for display."
"That's what I figured when I bought him," Mark smiled. "It's going to take several months to get him to the point where he fully accepts his slavery, and several months after that before he takes great pride in being the best male whore available at any price. But I'm a patient man, John," Mark added. "And in the interim, I'm going to enjoy myself fully delving into the orifices of that black bastard."
"And sharing the black treasure with your friends as you exhibit such patience," John laughed as he reached over and hugged his long-time friend.
'Beauty' wept quietly in his cage as the close confinement forced the huge butt plug deep into his asshole, now raw and tender from being fucked repeatedly in his visit to his new master's quarters. He realized he had been bought to serve as his master's whore and that his master expected to gain full value from his recent purchase in just that capacity no matter what he thought about it one way or the other. He could endure such ignominy - after all, thousands of slaves from Mozambique were bought for the sole purpose of entertaining their masters in bed and they endured handily enough - many even seemed to prosper under such a regime of expected duties. But he was weeping not because he had been fucked so thoroughly and so callously - he was weeping because he knew he was slowly but surely beginning to accept such usage as just part of his life. Being raped was turning into just a slave's expected duty; being exploited sexually was seen as an ordinary event in any handsome slave's life; and inevitably, he knew he too, would accept his whoredom and eventually enjoy it as any sex was better than no sex at all, no matter what the circumstances. He wept even harder when he realized most slaves he knew forced into his circumstances ended up priding themselves on their sexual abilities in their master's bed, relished their owner's praise in offering their bodies up for his or her pleasure, and reached a state where shame and humiliation had been replaced with pride and even a haughty self-identity on being the best whore in their owner's stable. He knew, instinctively, that any identity as a slave was better than no identity as all. Otherwise you were just an animal.
'Beauty''s premonitions were correct. Within two weeks, he no longer resisted being fucked and, strangely, felt no shame or remorse about what he was forced to do. Within a month, he was cooperating when his master used him - it was the only possibility he had of ever gaining sexual release himself and the body stimulation, even in a slave's position of always having to please his master rather than himself, was rewarding and made him feel alive and useful. Within two months, he felt no shame or humiliation at any possible use of his body and began to feel pride in pleasing his master, no matter what was required. Being a whore didn't bother him - he had no other choice anyway - and, if one was to be a whore, he could at least be a coveted, valued, and acclaimed whore. He enjoyed having his bodily attributes being displayed to his master's friends, he reveled in their flattering comments after he had been ordered to their beds, and he blushed in pride when his master described him as the best pleasure slave he had ever owned. His prostate was so sensitized after all the shafts up his ass (as well as the omnipresent butt plug when he wasn't being fucked) that he invariably had a copious discharge with each new anal assault so sexual relief was no longer denied him as long as he participated fully in his own ravishment.
Within three months, Beauty was not only a well-trained and compliant whore - he was an eager whore! That, combined with his truly exceptional physique and extraordinary handsomeness, made him easily worth the million dollars that was going to be asked the next time he was placed on the auction block. His current master had probably never made a better investment. From $120,000 to $1,000,000 in three months and the only cost a little quality food, a few body ornaments to enhance the slave's appeal, some good restraints (like body chains and tight collars), some control devices (like confinement cages, whips, tit rings, genital cinches, and butt plugs) and lots and lots of rigorous training that was actually a great deal of fun - at least for the trainers, Mark and John.
"You going to sell Beauty when we get back home?" John asked.
"You bet. But I won't take less than $1 million for him in the New York markets. You think I'll get it?" Mark replied.
"Probably more if a prospective owner beds him down before bidding. That slaveboy fucks better than any boy we've had on this whole trip and is probably the best looking piece of flesh down in that cargo hold, and that's saying a lot. I'd definitely push potential purchasers trying him out before bidding," John advised, "and you may end up with 1.2 or even 1.3 million. You are going to sell him as a pleasure slave surely.- that's where the money is with his body."
"He'll be sold as the whore he is," Mark laughed. "It would be a total waste to offer him on the block as anything else."
"Total agreement here," John said. "Some slaves are just destined for whoredom and Beauty is one of them."
"The slave boasts he can please any woman p laced beneath him and that, when used as a stud at the slave farms, he could fuck six or seven times a day and still have an erection."
"Big talk, but how will the old man check that out?" John asked.
"Easily, sir. First, the dealer will know about his performance at the slave farm from the records he has on the slave. The slave knows this, so I doubt if he is exaggerating in any way. Second, I'm sure the old man will test the slave out on his claims. As soon as the slave shoots off the first time, he'll be stroked until he shoots again, and then again and again until his claim of six or seven times has been validated. The slave doesn't look stupid. I'm sure he wouldn't have made such a claim if he didn't expect the potential new owner to check it out."
Both John and Mark watched as the old man did exactly that, stroking the slave to one ejaculation after another, the entire time gently squeezing and massaging the slave's exceedingly large balls. Apparently satisfied as to his virility and endurance, the old man purchased him on the spot. The slave, happy to find a kind new master who would put him to good use, respectfully followed his new owner to begin solving the old man's problem just as soon as his balls replenished themselves from their recent draining. [By the next morning, the old man knew he had purchased wisely. His wife, for once, was satiated and beamed satisfaction and sincere gratitude to her new husband for this thoughtful addition to their house, while the slave beamed with pride as his master stroked his head affectionately.]
Finally, the two men overcame their awe of the marketplace and began to seriously consider purchasing some of the prize specimens that were offered. John bought a huge brown slave, not yet 18, who was not only exceedingly handsome but massively equipped. He explained to the slave (through the interpreter) he was being bought to be resold in an American market, probably as a bed buck to some lucky man or woman in this far away land. Because he was so costly, he could only be sold to a very wealthy man or woman who no doubt could afford many, many slaves and his value on the market would undoubtedly assure him the very best of treatment, no matter who purchased him. The slave seemed well satisfied with this explanation of his future and eagerly participated in the thorough body examination that followed., inquiring only if his new owner would find pleasure in showing him to others.
"I'm sure they will, slave," John replied. "They will probably want to decorate your body to their tastes. No one pays the kind of money you will cost and not want to show it off."
John waited for the interpreter to finish translating his comments and the response.
"Of course, master. But, if I may be so forward, what will the master or mistress probably find pleasing in decorating my body?"
John wasn't used to slaves being so inquisitive, but realized Mauritanian slaves were a different breed.
"Oh, I imagine they will have your nipples ringed with silver or gold, a nice collar to match welded around your neck, and perhaps a thick band placed around the base of your genitals to show them off better. Some American owners like a nose ring fitted, and, I almost forgot, almost all slaves have a ownership tag fastened permanently to their left ear. Some have their slaves branded, but I doubt you will - it would lower your resale value."
"Sounds pretty," the slave responded enthusiastically. "Slaves here are sometimes decorated like that, so I have a good idea of how it looks. Master, am I really worth all that gold on my body?" the slave marveled.
"If that's what your new owner wants, that's what he'll have on you," John replied.
"Yes, master," the slave said, obviously pleased his body was worth decorating.
"I can't believe I just paid $900,000 for that slave walking so cheerfully behind us. I'll have to get over $1 million just to clear expenses. I'm afraid I got caught up with slave fever again. To think we bought up that good looking stud in Sierra Leone for $500 and, if truth be told, he's probably every bit as good in bed as this Mauritanian slave that cost 1800 times as much. What a damn fool I've been."
"Oh, don't worry, John. That slave will sell for at least $1 million back in the states and possibly bring you 1.1 or even 1.2 million if you find the right buyer. But I imagine it's going to take a while to locate that true connoisseur of slave flesh who is willing to pay that kind of money to get the very best available. While you're hunting for this cognoscenti of male flesh, you and I both can enjoy the boy in our own bed."
"While I'm paying the rent?" John exclaimed.
"Calm down, John. Tell you what. If you can't sell him for over a million within three months, I'll buy him myself for $1,000,500. That way you can't really lose and surely you won't have the gall to open your yap about my using the boy in the interim," Mark laughed.
"As if you weren't going to use him anyway," John smiled.
"Starting the moment we get him back aboard the Fantasia," Mark laughed. "You can have 'Beauty' while I take this one to bed. Then we'll trade."
"I'm hungry. You intend to fuck right through dinner?" John replied.
"Certainly! Haven't you ever heard of room service?" Mark laughed.
Mark did end up buying one souvenir slave to commemorate his visit to Mauritania. He purchased a striking brown slave, now 24, who was obviously the product of a black slave pleasuring a light colored mistress, rather than the usual standardized black products of the slave breeding farms. This slave was different in more than just coloring of his hide. He had long, smooth black hair, blue eyes, a milky smooth complexion, and a trim clipped beard outlining his jaw. Although he had a broad muscular chest and rump, his waist was incredibly narrow for such a large man. This made his sexual organs appear even larger than they actually were, an illusion only heightened by the fact his entire body had been shaved clean below his neck. Unlike many Mauritanian slaves offered for sale that day, this one had been fitted with a permanent thick collar of polished brass which matched his soldered tit rings and an even larger ring installed through the head of his huge circumcised penis. A short leash was fastened to this penile ring, obviously used to walk the slave when accompanying his master or to fasten him to wherever he was stationed for display and duty.
"Why is this one ringed and collared?" Mark asked when first inspecting the slave.
After interrogating the dealer, the interpreter reported the slave had been owned by a series of women since he was 16 years old and fully mature to be of service in their bed. Mistresses owning male pleasure slaves generally preferred having numerous control devices fitted to the slave's body - it gave them a feeling of security and mastery when around such prime specimens of manhood. Three owners ago, he had been fitted with the thick neck collar; two owners ago he had the tit rings installed; and his last owner had the penile ring installed in that she enjoyed leashing the slave to her bed by his penis when she wasn't using him as well as well as leashing the slave in that fashion when walking the slave around on her errands. Of course, the interpreter demonstrated as he easily slid the large ring around in the flesh of the penis head, the ring was easily removable when the slave was called upon to stud.
The dealer interjected in the strange dialect at this point.
"He says all of the rings and collar can be removed if you so desire, sir," the interpreter translated.
"And what does the slave think of his decorations?" Mark asked.
The interpreter turned to the slave and repeated the question.
"The slave says slaves accept whatever their mistress or master wants."
"Yes, but what does HE want if he had a choice?" Mark repeated.
"The slave enjoys his ownership collar, sir. The rings in his nipples are bothersome but do help him become aroused readily when the need arises and he thinks they add to his appearance considerably. But the ring in the head of his prick is often painful, sir. Especially when it is used with the leash."
The slave under discussion looked up and made another statement.
"He adds that the ring through his prick causes a lot of pain when he gets aroused and shows hard. Therefore, he tries to keep from getting excited until the ring is removed by his mistress. He is worried that if a new owner wants him to show hard, he may not please them as often as he would wish."
"Tell him he won't have to worry. If I buy him, I'll have the penile ring replaced with a thick ring around the base of his genitals so his sex will be displayed better and it won't interfere with him showing hard. But a genital ring is just as good as a penile ring for leashing, so he can still expect to be led around by his sexual organs if that is desired."
After the message was translated, a huge smile broke out on the slave's face. It was obvious he thought the genital ring was a big improvement over the big ring now dangling through the penile shaft itself.
"The slave says to tell you he has seen slaves fitted with this genital ring you describe. He says it looks good on them and shows off their equipment nicely."
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments appreciated. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)