Chapter 16
A NEW CRAZE
Rumor has it that it started with a billionaire in Nice who loved creating new and novel things to amuse him. If so, the idea was a good one - it spread like wildfire to the prominent resort spots within months. Simply put, it was a party barge' that was simple: small, one deck, only took six rowers and could still have a luxurious open air suite that had two couches, a small table, a fucking bench, and standing room for two service slaves. It would easily handle a small party of two to four, reach a top speed of about three knots if a lot of whip was employed, and could make a round trip of about three miles before everyone, slave rowers and sex slaves (always inter-changeable to save space) were spent and exhausted.
The original idea of the Nice billionaire had been kept intact. It was small enough to dock anywhere, it was easy to man, it was simple to maneuver through crowded water, and was open enough to give any voyeur or exhibitionist a field day. Its limited range (three miles) and slow speed allowed plenty of time to satiate any passenger (male or female) with any sexual activity they might wish to engage in without getting bored or exhausted. The best idea of all was having the slave rowers inter-changeable with the slaves serving you - that way, when a slave was totally drained, he was chained to an oar and the rower he replaced was led up to the private suite for heavy use with his sweating body, full balls, and jutting erection. Needless to say, to make this successful, the rowers had to be selected at market for appealing strong and enduring bodies, handsome faces, ever-ready sexual organs of enviable size, and training that had overcome any initial inhibitions about being nude at all times, performing sex of any type on command, or servicing their masters or mistresses in full view of anyone viewing the little barge going slowly across the water.
But even with only nine slaves total (six rowers chained to the oars, a steersman/overseer, and two others in sexual service in the suite), the cost of the barge and its crew prohibited all but the very rich from owning one of their own. Besides, what did you do with the crew when you weren't using the barge? So, quickly, rental barges became the norm with either a morning or afternoon cruise' the usual length of time - long enough to pretty well enjoy yourself as long as your body would hold out; short enough so the barges' slaves could recharge for yet another cruise' in the afternoon with the usual demands on their bodies. Hence, rental barge owners worked their slaves a good 8-10 hours a day, let them feed and rest up the rest of the time, and got the barge cleaned up and ready for use the next day. Exercising the slaves wasn't necessary - their labor on the barge took care of that. And allowing their slaves sexual relief time wasn't necessary either - the barge's customers took care of that and then some!
Training the slaves to row with all their effort and with endurance took only a good whip and a steersman-overseer well familiar with the effectiveness of the standard Mylar slave whips also universally used nowadays due to their unique ability to deliver maximum pain without tearing open and scarring the slaves' hide. Usually, after two or three trial runs chained to the oars, newly purchased slaves got the rhythm necessary and learned to put their muscle into it for maximum speed with only six rowers.
The only other training really necessary was teaching the slaves purchased for this purpose to learn to keep their bodies smooth shaved at all times, keep their holes clean with successive ass enemas before and after each cruise,' keep themselves well lubricated so they could be repeatedly fucked without undue fuss during a cruise,' learning how to swallow lots of cum with at least feigned relish, and, most important, learn to offer up their body for sexual pleasure without showing too much of the resentment, loathing, humiliation, and shame most of them associated with having to whore themselves to just anyone buying passage for a
cruise.' Since it was impossible to hide all shame and humiliation (blushing and little hard- to-hide looks always gave a slave's true feelings away), complete compliance to any passenger's demands was considered satisfactory, especially since many of the barge's customers seemed to take delight in ordering a slave to do something they knew they despised but had no alternative other than to comply.
For a relatively modest investment (as slave ventures went), an ambitious businessman could be in the rental barge industry within weeks. That investment paid itself back fast: customers would pay a lot to live like a billionaire - even if it was only for four or five hours at a time. And the slaves lasted for years if you fed them well, used only the Mylar whips to save their hides from disfigurement, and let them get plenty of rest inbetween cruises.' The barges cost about $500,000 to reach the luxury level, the 8 slaves cost $8 million (8 rowers with two servicing guests at any given time) and an overseer/steerer could be had for $100,000 in that they could be beyond prime, not particularly good looking, and not particularly well hung (draft slaves were perfectly satisfactory in this position). All they needed for this last position was to be alert (to avoid collisions), unfeeling (it was his job to make sure the slaves under his whip performed to the upmost at all times), and stern enough to make sure the barge slaves were always perfectly groomed, ready for action, responsive, eating properly, and secured properly both on the barge and in their cage at night. Thus, for $8,600,000 in capital, you were in business. Since the barge could be run 365 days a year, two cruises' a day, each cruise was priced at $1000-$2400 apiece dependent on whether there was just one passenger or four. The price allowed even the middle class to enjoy such an extravagance once in a while and, in comparison, was little different than a visit to a casino or a major sporting event these days. Such pricing paid off the investment and then some in about five years, at which time it was time to replace the crew, but the trade-in value of handsome, well- hung slaves like this, still not a day over 25, paid 60% of the cost of new 19-year-old stock of equal quality. That remaining 40% was a neat profit for doing little outside of organizing the venture and selling the tickets. It was no wonder such cruises' were now widely available in most any city on a body of water throughout the world - everywhere from Miami Beach to Monaco to the Seychelles to Bombay to Cairns to Capetown to Mombasa to the Venetian Hotel in Vegas.
The only surprise was that someone hadn't thought of it earlier. The Romans had their galley slaves - unkempt, filthy, and semi-starved. Hardly something to warm your bed properly. The contemporary version of a galley, the party barge,' was spotlessly clean and staffed by the best looking crews' imaginable - all in the prime of their youth and trained to satisfy even the most demanding sensualist. Although slow as molasses, who cared! You weren't in a hurry on this type of cruise anyway.
As the craze spread to even the smallest resorts and river towns, the larger cities took to specialization to enlarge the market. Soon there were barges manned by female crews only, barges featuring only slaves aged 14-16, barges featuring very mature slaves in their late 20s and early 30s, barges featuring almost grotesque muscle men, and barges featuring girly boys or boyish girls. But the big draw remained where it had started: male slaves trained to service masters and mistresses regardless of what the slaves' own preferences might be.
Perhaps the best example of how successful this growing enterprise was is the story of one Jose Matuso. Jose, from San Diego, California, was a young and ambitious businessman who had worked hard to convince the management of a Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas that they would make a lot of money running a pleasure barge business in his home town, the first in San Diego. His idea was to staff it with Polynesian slaves for something different and have the barge itself built around a Roman motif, similar to Caesar's in Las Vegas. The whipmaster would be an Italian-looking fellow, the slaves would be outfitted as slaves were in Roman times, i.e., naked as the day they were born.
The top management at Caesar's Palace bought the idea and financed a trip for Mr. Matuso to go to The Bazaar in Egypt to buy up the necessary slaves to start the operation. Once there, Jose headed for the pleasure slave section, looking for young, fresh Polynesian stock already fully trained. But he quickly discovered the realities of the market place. First, pleasure slaves fully trained were so beyond the funds advanced by Caesar's he simply couldn't afford such prime stock. Second, Polynesian slaves were relatively scarce in the marketplace right now, even at the largest slave market in the world, and the ones available were selling for astronomical prices.
Ever flexible, Jose decided to change from Polynesian slaves to Mexican slaves in that they were in oversupply currently and the Bazaar was actually having clearance sales on them at the time. Mexican slaves tended to still be brown, smooth skinned and dark haired and dark eyed like Polynesians he figured, so they made a good economical second choice. Next, even Mexican pleasure slaves were too expensive for his available funds, so he decided to look in other pens at the Bazaar, notably pens for house slaves and draft slaves who had, after all, also received at least several months of basic training in sexual duties expected of any slave purchased in today's world. Slaves in this category would be a fraction of the cost of pleasure slaves and, if he chose well, might do almost as well.
But as he was looking over Mexican slaves in this category, he had second thoughts. Perhaps variety was more important when he thought of all the mixture of customers he thought would rent a cruise on his barge. So, he started looking beyond Mexican heritage of his potential purchases and deliberately started looking at some Irish lads, some Russians houseboys (also on sale currently), some Indian studs, a few well muscled Indonesians, and even some good-looking Brazilian black draft slaves who exuded raw masculinity with their huge organs and massive chests. With the help of one of the Bazaar's sales counselors, Jose ended up buying nine slaves: two Brazilian blacks at 6'3", hung like horses, and just 18 years old; a Russian boy of 19 who had light brown hair, fair skin, a nicely muscled body, an almost brutal face, and a body naturally hairless; two Indians from the state of Kerula, just 17 years old, but who were well hung, dark haired and dark eyed, handsome with long curly eye lashes, and lithe despite their excellent pectoral development; three Mexicans of medium brown complexion, smooth skin, bodies devoid of much hair, large black eyes with long eyelashes, and very thick, long penises that excited quickly; and an Irish boy of 18 with jet- black hair, deep blue eyes, the body of a rugby player, nicely-shaped and relatively large sexual organs, and cute as all get out. Upon the suggestion of the Bazaar's sales counselor, he had all nine purchases tit ringed, circumcised, and fitted with a 1" genital band to assure good genital protrusion. All nine slaves already bore the Bazaar's unique brand on their left butt and right pectoral to establish they were owned properties, further enhanced by the Bazaar's own unique slave collar: a 2" bronze collar of considerable weight and engraved with the Bazaar's own slogan: "A body committed to totally satisfying their owner."
The nine were purchased for a mere $860,000 since both the Mexicans, the Brazilians, and the Russian were all on special sale. The Bazaar's shipping department prompted caged the slaves for transport and got them on their way promptly to San Diego by air freight. It only took two weeks of special training on the oars for the slaves to get the hang of it without too much whip on their back although getting used to the shackles fastening them to the oars was a little hard to get used to in that the shackles tended to rub their wrists raw over time until they calloused up properly.
Getting used to sucking every prick stuck in their face and being fucked by anyone still able to get it up took another two weeks that involved learning how to douche themselves properly twice a day, learning to apply a lot of lubricant up their hole before each cruise; learning to fake pleasure at having a huge one thrust down their throat or up their ass; and learning how to hold back an orgasm until the female barge passengers were totally satisfied in all ways (usually only after four or five orgasms on their part before any consideration was given to the poor slave providing all the stimulation who may have to do this with several females over a given day).
The local training took a lot of whip, some food and water deprivation, and even some disciplinary dildo insertions before the slave was fully skilled in what was expected of him at all times: mastery of rowing the barge at any speed required for the bulk of each and every day; displaying his nude body at all times for maximum stimulation of the guests; and pleasing the customers sexually any way they wanted and to their full satisfaction any time he wasn't shackled to the oars.
The biggest problem in training the slaves wasn't rowing the barge under the overseer's whip; the biggest problem was performing sex in public right in front of his fellow slaves on the oars, the other passengers on the barge, and the people on shore easily able to witness everything happening on the deck of the barge. It wasn't the whip that taught the slaves to tolerate these public displays of their sexual talents as much as the fact their fellow slaves were doing it also and no one seemed the worse for it. Within a month, every slave on board thought this was his life and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to change it, so adjust. Adjust they did, but that didn't mean they enjoyed being fucked (public or otherwise) or having to suck anything shoved in their mouth (again public or otherwise) as they learned to tolerate it without visible resentment or rebellion. Inside, they may have objected to being turned into public whores; outside, they gave the impression they accepted this without question. But the slaves did accept this was what being a slave was all about and they did accept nothing they said or did would change anything at all - only led to pain and potential sale to a far worse plight (like sale to a drug company for disease experimentation or sale to a mine where you were dead within a year usually).
Being owned by Mr. Matuso did have one nice benefit: any slave not having his balls drained during either of the twice-a-day cruises (he was always receiving cum, not spurting it out) was milked after supper to assure a good sleep that night. The cum selected was poured over all the slaves' chow the next morning to give it added flavor. They also knew they would be traded in within five or six years in all likelihood in that their age and heavy usage would make them less and less attractive to the barge's customers and, once traded, they were likely to be placed in a position somewhat less public and less humiliating - houseboys, chauffeurs, doormen, waiters, bartenders, etc. By the time they were traded in for fresh stock, they would still be muscular, well hung, and reasonably pretty to look at. Hence, they would still be sexually serving their masters or mistresses, but not all day long and probably not in public. Each slave shackled to the oars had this more relaxed lifestyle to look forward to.
Jose Matuso's pleasure barge was a big hit in San Diego. It became popular as a good choice to celebrate wedding anniversaries or birthdays, a nice gift to favored business associates, an appreciated reward for exceptional employees or outstanding sales personnel, and a way to say thanks to organizational officers, teachers of the year, most productive worker, etc. Caesar's Palace management got their investment back within two years and for the next four years Mr. Matuso made a fortune running two cruises a day 365 days a year. When he returned to the Bazaar in six years to trade his nine slaves in for fresh stock, he got 60% of what he had paid for them credited to his new purchases. When he tallied up his total profits, he was now a millionaire and would be one many times over as he successfully ran the pleasure barge for the next 24 years, refurbishing it with new stock every six years. After that, he retired long before he was 50 years old and moved to a mansion outside Mexico City stocked with plenty of slaves to do everything for him. By now, he could afford the very best in human flesh and had selected one of the Bazaar's highly trained pleasure slaves as his personal bed and display slave. This time he could afford the most beautiful Polynesian stud imaginable, price no object. He lived a long and happy life.
Who says a good idea doesn't pay off?