DELTA ENTERPRISES, INC.
By Bill Smith
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PART II:
THE SELLING OF 'STUD:'
"I can't get over how well your boy STUD holds up, John," the middle aged suntanned man with a shock of thick black hair just beginning to gray around the temples, said to his friend and business associate of many years.
"That he does, Neal," Mr. Hughes smiled back, nursing his scotch and soda as he refilled the drink of his long-time friend. "Considering all of the use the boy gets, I sometimes marvel he's still alive," he added as his widening grin revealed a set of beautiful, evenly spaced pure white teeth. Contrasting with his dark tanned skin and deep blue eyes, they highlighted a face so handsome it oftentimes made people stare quite openly at him before they caught themselves. He chucked and wagged a finger at his friend. "Your use alone, Neal, would have done a lot of boys in by now, but considering you're just one of hundreds who, given a choice, always end up picking him out of the line-up, it's downright miraculous. You and I both know he's swallowed enough cum to populate the earth fifty times over and he's been fucked so often it must feel strange to him when something isn't rammed up his hole. But, you're right, he's still one of the best fucks in the house." Mr. Hughes swished the ice around in his drink rather reflectively and added, almost to himself, "best money I ever spent - buying that boy."
"You ever 'retire' a boy, John?" Neal Wiggins queried. "Looks like you'd have to at some point of other - you know, when they can't get it up anymore, or their ass is so loose it's not any fun fucking them anymore, or when they get all soft and flabby and those beautiful ringed tits start sagging?"
"You do paint a pretty picture, Neal," Mr. Hughes laughed, "compared to what you see all around you," pointing to the handsome, beautifully muscled blond bar attendant standing attentively close to the two men, the silver rings in his prominent tits gleaming in the soft light and the wide gold band at the base of his prick lifting his huge swollen shaft up for full display. "But I suppose I'll have to some day, no matter how much I exercise the boys, monitor their diet, and reinforce their training. Bodies do wear out, I suppose, no matter how much fun you're having."
"I'll be the last person on earth to give someone as successful as you, John, any business advice, but it does seem you'd be wise to sell some of the older stock off before it depreciates down close to nothing. The price you get when buyers just want them to harvest their organs, or, even worse, when a rendering plant just buys them up in lots for their hides and pet food potential - why, it hardly covers the freight charges."
"Come over next to me and position," John ordered the beautiful blond attendant in the cold commanding voice he reserved for his staff.
The handsome youth quickly moved to his side, spread his legs wide, thrust out his already swollen genitals for display as he positioned his hands in back of his neck, and tensed every muscle inon clear definition. His eyes stared at the floor despite the fact his head was held rigid by the tall silver neck collar welded around his neck. On the restraint was welded a large golden tag, 'DELTA, LTD, Muscat, Oman #24843 ON LOAN - CALL 1-31-800-444-4444 if unsupervised for return payment.'
"Do you think this boy is anywhere near harvesting time, Neal?" Mr. Hughes said as he began pumping the blond's huge circumcised shaft, quickly growing to its full 12 x 4 dimensions as soon as Mr. Hughes' warm hand gripped it.
"Not him, John," Neal laughed. "And you know it, you rascal. That boy can't be a day over 20, if that. My God, he's dripping already and you've hardly pumped him at all yet." Mr. Wiggins had a sip of his drink and added, "He's responding more like a teenager than anything, John. But what about 25-30 years from now? You think he'll still be standing there with his tits all hard and swollen and his prick dripping precum just because someone's playing with him a little? I doubt it. More likely, he'll be struggling to even get it up and his old rubbery tits will be sagging to his waist by then - I don't care how much you exercise him or feed him pure protein or how hard you retrain him with a good whipping or the electric prods every night or God knows what else you do to keep your boys in line."
"You forgot that oversized electric dildo we jam up them occasionally that carries such a jolt it generally knocks a boy out for a few hours," Mr. Hughes laughed as he continued stroking the quivering swollen shaft in his hand. "Of course, they only get that little correction if they're shown a little hesitancy or something serious like that. This boy here, if I read the reports right, got his hole stretched right proper last night with one of our training devices and, once we got it screwed all the way up him and turned on the juice, he screamed and jerked around for all he was worth for a good four minutes before he passed out." He reached over with his free hand and roughly squeezed the boy's balls as he asked, "That right, boy?"
"Yes, master," the boy gasped from the ball squeezing as he struggled to maintain the commanded position.
"Seems one of the customers came in right before closing time and wanted the boy to suck him off. He's an old fart that's ugly as sin, I'll admit, and has an old gnarled dick that would turn anyone off, but so what as far as a slave is concerned. This boy hesitated just a second before falling to his knees with his mouth open and hungry and, the way I understand it, kind of half-heartedly thanked the man for his usage after the old man had got his pleasure. Can't have a slave, especially a DELTA-trained product out on loan for potential purchase, acting like that, now can we, boy?" he asked, again squeezing his balls tightly together until the boy gasped in pain. "No, master," the boy responded with fear but also real shame reflected in his voice.
"That dildo teach you anything last night, boy?" Mr. Hughes continued squeezing the boys balls painfully.
"Yes, master," the boy gasped.
"What did you learn, boy?" Mr. Hughes asked as he pulled down sharply on the boy's ballsac.
The boy, thoroughly voice trained by now, choose his words carefully before answering. "I should be grateful to anyone using me, master, and, if chosen, I should always do my very best to please them. The least I can do to show my gratitude, master, would be to thank anyone that uses me."
Without letting loose of the boy's swollen shaft, Mr. Hughes stood up and slapped the boy so hard across his right cheek that the entire cheek turned crimson. A thin trickle of bright red blood oozed out of the boy's mouth.
"Damn right, slaveboy. And don't you ever forget it. No one buys a slave like you just to feed them, exercise them, and make sure they look pretty, boy. You've got to earn your keep around here, boy, or you'll find yourself back in the pens at DELTA so fast you won't know what happened."
Tears began spilling out of the boy's eyes as he realized the master's anger but he instinctively knew any thing he said at this point would only anger this potential owner more. He thrust his genitals further into this master's kneading hand as confirmation of his total submission to anyone DELTA had loaned him to.
Neal laughed as the blond slave's prick grew even more in his anguish. "That boy's a slave through and though, John. He always will be with you or me around to remind him or what he is and what a slave needs to concentrate on to earn his keep. Just look at that prick swell up when he's shamed. But what about the slave, this boy included, whose body just won't cooperate anymore, no matter how many electric dildos you jam up their hole in their little refresher courses?"
"Well, I haven't thought about it too much," John confessed. "Never had a slave much over 30 that I know of yet. Of course, STUD may be pushing that, now that you bring it up. I've had him for eight years now and I think he was 23 or something when I bought him. He'd been a slave long before that because I know I wasn't his first owner by any means. I know a woman had bought him from DELTA, but she returned him for resale after a few months. I think that was the first time DELTA had sold him off. As I recall, DELTA bought him originally from a Texas prison and then spent close to 10 months just training him to their standards before even putting him up on the auction block."
"Well, as far as I'm concerned, they sure did a great job training him," Neal said with some considerable conviction. "I can't imagine anyone, male or female, returning him back to the seller. Do you know why, John?"
"Can't you guess, Neal? You're the one who enjoys playing with it so much," John hinted.
Neal looked puzzled.
John snickered. "Let me help you out a bit, Neal. Have you ever ordered STUD to fuck you?"
Neal quickly shook his head.
"Do you think any customer here has ever asked STUD to fuck them, no matter how much he's dripping and ready?" Mr. Hughes continued.
Neal suddenly caught on, laughed, and took a good swig of his drink. "The answer's rather obvious, isn't it, John? No one - man, woman, horse, goat - would want that thing up their hole no matter how appealing it looks."
"Too big for human consumption, Neal?" John laughed as he continued vigorously stroking the blond slave, now panting and struggling to control his pending ejaculation. "This boy here is mighty well equipped, but it's manageable with a little care on his part. But STUD, there's no way."
"Nevertheless, STUD has his charms," Neal laughed. "He's still one of the best fucks in the house and his mouth is right up there with the best of them. I even like playing with his big swollen tits, although, John, those big rings kind of get in the way sometimes."
"Those tits wouldn't be half as big if it wasn't for those rings, Neal, so just leave them be," John laughed softly as he reached up and played with the blond's tit rings a little. "This boy here is still growing," he said as he sharply tweaked one of the rings until the boy gasped. "Another two or three years with the rings in him and this boy will have tits as big as STUD's, I tell you," and he twisted the other tit ring until the boy jerked from the intense pain coursing throughout his entire chest area. "Just takes time."
"Master, I can't hold it much longer," the blond gasped between clenched lips.
John's hand came off the tit ring and smashed across the slave's checks so hard the trickle of blood from the last blow turned into a steady stream. "Slaves don't shoot unless given permission by their masters and you know it. You just hold it in, slaveboy."
"Yes, master. Sorry, master," the boy trembled in response as a barrage of new tears streamed down this cheeks and his muscles tensed in a renewed effort of self-control. His body was dripping wet from the sex sweat he always got right before orgasm. Mr. Hughes grabbed his balls and pulled the entire sac down as far as he could before releasing him. "Boy, you've got a lot to learn yet," he warned in a menacing tone which sent spasms of raw fear into the trembling boy struggling to control his body.
"Yes, master." the boy responded in a breathy, desperate voice as the pending orgasm was finally brought under control and he succeeded in fulfilling his master's latest command.
"John, let's stop playing around," Neal said. "Let me get right to the point. I've been thinking about this for several weeks and now I'm going to pop the question."
"Get back to your station, boy," Mr. Hughes commanded the slave standing at his side, still in rigid position.
"Yes, master," responded the blond slave, sticky with sweat, his prick still fully erect. He returned swiftly to the side wall and stood with his arms down and his head bowed as much as possible within the confines of his tall rigid collar.
"What this big question, Neal? I'm curious," John Hughes focused on his friend Neal once again.
"Well, actually, John, I have a bunch of questions - not just one."
"How did I ever allow myself to get into this situation?" Mr. Hughes laughed. "Neal, you know I hate questions. And let me warn you up front - I may not have answers for a lot of your questions and others I may not wish to answer." He chuckled as he took another sip of his drink. "Well, first........." Neal started out before being interrupted.
"If this is going to take a while, you might as well have this boy orally service you while we're talking," Mr. Hughes offered as he snapped his finger at the blond attendant and pointed to the floor in front of where his friend was sitting.
"On your knees, boy, and get that mouth busy," he ordered the slave in a harsh tone.
"Yes, master," the slave said as he rushed to comply with the command. Within two seconds, the slave was kneeling on wide spread knees, his face buried in the visitor's crotch, his teeth already gripping the zipper and lowering it to allow him full access for his commanded task.
"God, John, I don't know if I'm up to this - not after fucking STUD - I really emptied by balls up that boy's ass, John."
"Nonsense, Neal, you don't need to shoot down the boy's throat to enjoy a little mouth service. Just relax and let the boy do his job."
"Well, it's not going to stop my questions, John, no matter how many wily tricks you try to pull," Neal responded as his large flaccid prick, completely free of his clothing by now, slid completely into the handsome slaveboy's suctioning mouth. "Um," Neal moaned as the slave's cheeks caved in and the boy's tongue began massaging the prick filling his mouth cavity. "Um" he moaned again as he felt his prick begin to slide down the slave's throat as it steadily swelled.
"Question number one," Neal stretched his legs wider apart and shoved his now-rampant prick all the way down the boy's throat until his pubic hair was mashed into the blond slave's lips. "Can I buy STUD from you?" The slave choked for just an instance as Neal reached around and drew the boy's head all the way down to the root of his shaft and began pumping his throat slowly. "Question number two: where do you get all these beauties to start with? Question number three: Who or what is this DELTA, LTD. that apparently still owns this boy, and, if I'm right on that, how come they loaned him out to you, John?" Neal had his hands tightly around the slave's head and was slowly but forcefully pulling the slave's mouth back and forth off his engorged shaft as the slave's pursed lips gripped its prize. Gasping, Neal blurted out, "Question number four, how in the hell did this boy ever learn to suck like this - it's unbelievable, John" as he increased pumping his large shaft in and out of the slave's well- trained throat.
"You are full of questions, Neal," John laughed as he continued to sip at his drink. "Well, one at a time," as he reached over and pushed his index finger all the way up the boy's asschute and wiggled it around a bit as the slave's ass muscles clamped around his finger in response.
"I might sell STUD to you, Neal, if the price is right. There's absolutely nothing wrong with him as you and I both know. But, you're right, the day is coming when he won't be able to keep up the pace we put him through around here. I suppose you just want him for your own use or were you planning on renting him out to others as well?"
"Really, John, do you think I'm just a love-struck teenager all moony over a very handsome hunk of pure muscle and prick. After all, STUD's just a slave, John. Yes, I would like to use him myself - God knows I have the past eight years in case you've forgotten. And yes, I do plan on letting others use him - as long as he lasts! But mainly I'm buying him to resell - mercenary old bastard that I am."
"I should have known, Neal - business before pleasure, you old fox," John laughed, noticing Neal's prick was now clearly outlined in the slave's stretched neck as the boy continued to suck for all he was worth. "After you and your friends fuck him to oblivion, who are you planning to sell him too?"
"Before I answer that, I want you to answer my other questions," Neal countered."Who did you buy STUD from to start with? And who or what is this DELTA, LTD. this boy between my legs belongs to?"
"STUD's a DELTA, LTD. boy, Neal. I buy all of my stock from DELTA and that's why they sent me this loaner boy - they're hoping I'll buy him after I see first hand the quality of the goods. Sheik Amani, the man I deal with there, understands the type of boys I need and the demands I place upon them - so he only sends me the best for my little operation here in Miami. It's worked out very well over the years for both of us."
"At last! You've always been so secretive about where your boys came from. At first, I thought they were just high-class hustlers who would do anything for what you were paying them, but then I realized you couldn't keep boys in line like that by just hiring them. You would have to own them to put them to that kind of use, especially when I realized they do all the hard manual work on your estate during the day before being cleaned up and fucked all night by your customers. That's hardly a salaried job, no matter how much you might pay. I figured out a long time ago they were out and out slaves, but I couldn't figure out where you got them, let alone trained them. But when I saw the variety of boys you had on hand, I knew it had to be an international source of some kind that offered them to you already thoroughly trained and ready to be put to use. I assume DELTA, LTD. is the name of this big international slave market and they must train their stock to perfection before placing it up for sale from what I've seen."
"Guaranteed, Neal," John responded gently, "guaranteed satisfaction for 90 days or your money back, no questions asked."
"Satisfaction in what?" Neal looked shocked.
"In everything," John responded. "Cleaning your house, plowing your field, pulling your rickshaw, swallowing your prick, taking it up the ass, fucking your cunt, washing your car - everything - no questions asked."
"God almighty, what do you have to pay for stock like that?" Neal looked amazed.
"More than most people ever dream about, let alone have. DELTA, LTD. only deals with a tiny, very select clientele who can afford such luxuries," John replied without a hint of superiority or snottiness in his tone.
"Are you saying I can't afford something like STUD?" Neal asked dejectedly, like he already knew the answer.
"Not necessarily. I was just trying to explain why most people can't deal with DELTA, LTD. directly, Neal. But you have brought up an interesting point. DELTA stocks nine tiers of slaves. Tier nine are fresh buys from all over who aren't trained in any way. You can get them cheap - no training, no guarantees, buyer beware. They only sell that sort of slave to those who really enjoy the whole process of breaking a slave from scratch. Of course, such a buyer must be willing to have all the patience, spend all the time, and tolerate all the pain and anguish that involves. Tier one contains only the beautiful fully-trained premium stock with the full 90 day guarantee. STUD and all my other stock came from Tier One where one doesn't bargain - you just pay the asking price - those stock are never placed up for auction. DELTA auctions, like many auctions in this country, are reserved for the stock they want to get rid of quick at any price they can get, although, like here, there are often minimum bids attach to their sale. . But Tier four and five are stock that has been traded in on new sales; or were a little long in the tooth when they were first acquired; or even young stock that wasn't exceptionally handsome or hung extra heavy to start with. I remember them telling me 'that's where the real bargains are - fully trained - full guaranteed - just not up to premium standards.' They even said that those who had been traded in 'also had the advantage of a lot of solid experience as a slave - they knew their place in life, they'd spent a lot of time learning how to please a lot of different masters, and there was years of good satisfying usage left in them.' I suppose you could say that STUD is about at Tier four by now despite his super endowment. If I took him back to DELTA for a trade-in soon, I can just see Sheik Amani placing him in one of those tiny little upright Tier four cells where he'd display well. And, I suppose his price, even with a new 90-day-guarantee, would be, shall we say, affordable? At the very least, a great buy?" Mr. Hughes looked deep into the distance as if he were indeed looking up at STUD, his colossal banded genitals and massive ringed tits on full display in the Tier four cells he was describing.
"But if I do sell him to you at a Tier four price, what's all this about reselling him?" John asked. "I didn't know you were into trading yourself."
"That's why I was asking about the DELTA outfit in Oman, John. You see, one of my close friends and neighbors right here in Key Biscayne is a Saudi prince of some sort, filthy rich with oil money, who is looking for a black slave already smuggled into the United States. He said the immigration people watch him like a hawk. That's why he can't bring one in from home although he seemed to indicate he had plenty of slaves of every color available to him back in Jeddah or wherever his home base is. What he's looking for is something just like STUD: a well muscled black boy with huge equipment, massive chest development with big tits, and trained to perfection in providing pleasure to his master. I got the impression he was as interested in having a black slave to show off naked in his mansion as he was in bedding the boy down, but I'm not really sure. At any rate, I'm sure any slave he owned would be stark naked as long as he owned them and I doubt if he'd own anything that wasn't worth showing off that way. But he was clear about the slave having to be black - seemed to be a big thing with him for some reason or another."
"That is strange, Neal. Most Saudis I know want pure blonds built just like that boy on his knees in front of you right now sucking his heart out. This slaveboy here, with all that equipment between his own legs, would bring a mighty handsome price auctioned off in any Saudi market, let me tell you. I'm sure if I don't buy him at some outrageous price from DELTA, they'll have no trouble selling him to some of their Middle Eastern buyers. I'm sure he'd like that in that he'd be treated like the valuable commodity he is. What he doesn't realize is that he'll probably end up in some sheik's private harem where he'd be lucky if he's allowed to spurt off every two weeks or so and spend the rest of the time in chronic need to release himself. Or find himself serving in the palace in some scanty little outfit that would do little to hide the fact he no longer had any balls. Arabs generally castrate slaves that will be out in the public in any way - it's the only way male slaves are considered 'safe' around women and, of course, it does make them totally manageable. Although DELTA trained slaves are never any problem in that area anyway. That boy between your legs, Neal, wouldn't keep his balls more than a year sold to a Saudi owner, I'd wager."
The slave sucking so expertly shuddered briefly as a tear trickled out of his left eye and spilled down his cheek, but never stopped his assigned task. As a DELTA slave, he knew he had no say in what happened to him - his life would be whatever his owners decided it would be.
"If you think that Saudi will pay you big bucks for STUD as he is, you can probably afford to buy him from me at Tier four prices. That will be about one-third of what I paid for him in the prime of his youth. There won't be any guarantee, but I think you know full well what you're getting in that boy. I seriously doubt either you or his new Arab master would have one iota of trouble with him, no matter what the demands. Couldn't be many more demands than he faces every day he spends in this house, "John laughed.
"How much is one-third, John?" Neal asked, almost timidly. "Can I, or my rich neighbor who will pay ever more, afford STUD at this point?"
. "STUD's affordable, Neal - $400,000 and he's yours with full bill of sale. You can charge your Arab friend $500,000 no matter how much you use STUD before you sell him off, and the Prince is getting the bargain of a lifetime and he knows it, especially if he stocks slaves in Arabia. Hell, he'd have to pay at least $600,000 for a slave of STUD's qualities back at his home base and this way no immigration problems to worry about. If he went to DELTA, LTD. in Oman to buy him, I'm sure he'd end up paying at least $600,000 for a Tier Four slave like that - maybe more - and he probably knows it. If you let him fuck STUD as a little teaser before the sale, you're not going to have any trouble selling him - I don't care how many slaves that Arab prince has in his stable back in Saudi."
"Thanks, John, it's a deal. That I can afford and, as you indicate, I'll probably make a little loose change on this deal and get to fuck STUD until I can't get it up anymore in the interim."
The blond slave servicing him shivered again as he realized how easily slaves could be sold. STUD knew nothing about his new ownership or his planned destiny. As a slave he would be expected to accommodate his new owner's wishes without hesitation, no matter what those wishes were. With another tremor, he realized his fate was even more tenuous than STUD's .He had no long-term reputation that would up his value. Nor did he possess STUD's legendary physical assets, although he knew he was extremely marketable just as he was.
With renewed determination to please the masters at any cost, he tongue massaged the shaft within him even more vigorously and he tried to push the shaft completely down his constricting throat. Just as he did, he recognized the usual symptoms of impeding ejaculation. Sure enough, within seconds, he felt the warm, slimy cream sliding down his throat and filling his mouth faster than he could swallow. He suckled for all he was worth rather than risk spilling a drop and was successful as his stomach filled once again with a full load of salty-tasting jism.
Neal stiffened, thrust his pelvis forward, and grabbed the slaveboy's head, drawing it to the base of his shaft as he erupted down the boy's throat in five successive ejaculations, all accompanied with gasps, grunts, and little spasms tinkling up and down his lower legs and abdomen.
"This boy's good, John," Neal gasped as the slave started to lick him clean. "I thought STUD had drained me dry, but this boy proved how wrong I was," he laughed. "He's well trained - that's for sure. I wonder what it's like to fuck him?"
"Want to try?" John suggested with a smirk on his face, "or would you rather take a rain-check on that one?"
"I'll take the raincheck, John, if you don't mind," Neal said as he withdrew his now flaccid cock from the boy's still sucking mouth with an audible plop.
John snapped his fingers and pointed to the wall where the slaveboy was originally stationed. Instantly, the blond slave thanked Neal for his usage in a humble sincere tone, quickly kissed the tip of Neal's prick in a respectful parting gesture, gracefully rose from his knees in a fluid movement, and quietly walked back to his assigned position by the wall with his legs wide spread and his erect prick and ringed tits on full display once again..
"I'll draw up the bill of sale right now while I'm thinking about it," John said as he strode to a massive desk toward the front of the room. "A check will be fine, Neal, but you may want to electronically transfer the sale price to my account. I'll write the account number down for you so you can take care of that before the day's out. When I get the funds or your check clears, either way, I'll have the bill of sale notarized and in your hands - along with STUD of course, all cleaned out, polished, and ready to go."
"Thanks, John. I'll get with it as soon as I get the strength to stand up. You know, I may be in the market for some more of your aging stock, John, when I can find a good person to sell them to."
"Fine by me, Neal. It saves me taking them all the way back to Oman to trade them in. This way, I can just order stock via phone through my friend Sheik Amani. He's done a great job picking them out so far, don't you think?"
"The man's a genius if you ask me. I can't wait to get my hands on STUD's replacement."
"Neither can I, Neil, neither can I. Not knocking STUD, though. He's still one of the best fucks I ever remember - he's become a legend around this place. I'm going to miss him."
"So am I, John, as you can well imagine with all the hundreds, maybe thousands, of times I've plowed that boy's ass."
"But think how happy your Arab prince will be once he beds him down," John laughed.
"He'll be happy just parading that boy around showing off that massive equipment banded so it really shows off, that impressive collar you've fitted him with, and especially those beautiful tits you've ringed. I bet he keeps him on a leash most of the time, just showing him off to his friends."
"Whatever, but if that's all he does with him, it's the biggest waste I've ever heard of. That boy's talent rests in being fucked on a regular basis. Anything else is a waste, I tell you."
"For 500 grand, I don't care if he sells him for dog food or skins him and shows him as a stuffed trophy on his wall, John, although I personally agree with you wholeheartedly."
"Let's drink to that," John said as he headed for the bar and, passing the naked blond slaveboy standing attentively by the wall, hefted the slave's balls up and roughly massaged them.
"Sure you don't want to fuck this boy now?" John laughed as he moved his hand to the slave's shaft and stroked it briefly. "This boy will sell for at least one million - maybe more. Whatever it is, I've made up my mind to buy him. He's got a good 10 to 20 years of hard service in him before he ever ends up in Tier Four or Five."
Precum dripped from the boy's shaft as if he were attempting to confirm Master John's assessment.
"Boy, I want you to completely bath and then give yourself three enemas - until you run totally clean, and then body shave, lubricate and powder. Then go to my bedroom - you know where it's at - and chain your collar to the bedpost. I'm going to fuck you tonight until you turn inside out."
"Thank you, master," the blond slave said humbly as he dripped another drop of precum into the palm of his new owner's hand. As soon as his master released his shaft, he quickly left the room for the slave's cleansing quarters. The thrill of hearing his new master was actually going to buy him only heightened his sexual excitement. He knew he would do everything in his power to please his new owner in tonight's service. Sold at last to a rich and powerful owner - it was every DELTA's slave dream!
STUD RETURNS TO DELTA:
"How honored we are to meet you, Prince," Sheik Amani almost purred as he quickly walked over to embrace his new visitor from Saudi Arabia. "DELTA ENTERPRISES looks forward to doing business with you and your esteemed family if Allah so ordains," the Sheik added rather cautiously. Although past dealings with prominent Saudi families had been highly profitable, the process of actually closing a deal had always been tedious and uncertain. Sheik Amani wondered to himself if it was really worth all the effort, considering it really wasn't all that hard to sell the house product to any number of other parties without all the hassle.
"I purchased one of your products through a third party," the Prince started out, "some time ago in America. It's served me well enough, but I've been disappointed in how well it's held up once I returned it to Arabia."
"And the product's label, Prince? Although you may have renamed it, it would help if I knew the label on its original collar from Delta," Sheik Amani asked, using the impersonal "it" the Prince seemed to prefer for his property. "Although, of course, your excellency, if you bought it from a third party, there's no telling how many owners it has had over the years, let alone how many labels it went by. "
"No matter what label it had, I was assured this was a DELTA product originally, so don't try to pull any tricks on me, you wily old flesh peddler, or you risk never doing business with the Royal family again," the Prince said coldly.
"It was sold to me with a label of STUD," he volunteered.
"A common slave label, Prince," Sheik Amani attempted a smile, "as I'm sure you're aware. Was this slave a handsome black with prodigious equipment, massive ringed tits, and a constant readiness to please in any way possible?"
"My family has hundreds of slaves fitting that description, slave merchant," the Prince arrogantly snickered. "Perhaps seeing him would help your flagging memory. "
The Prince turned and snapped his fingers. Instantly, a black slave crawled into the room on all fours to the Prince's feet and then kneeled up to display his prominent chest and tightly collared head.
Sheik Amani surveyed the naked body displayed before him. Between the slave's widely spaced legs resided a huge semi-erect shaft draped over large balls fully banded to best display the boy's genitals. The prick was so long, even semi-erect, that its tip rested on the floor, despite the fact the banded balls forced it forward. The tits were huge and swollen around large silver rings inserted in them years ago, but the chest, once powerful and obviously muscle-laden, now sagged and was covered with a layer of fat, giving the slave an almost feminine appearance. The shoulders and neck muscles also sagged and loose skin swayed where muscle once resided. The face, still handsome in many respects, looked bloated above the high collar which pinched into the fat around the slave's neck. Although the body looked familiar, Sheik Amani couldn't be sure.
"Stand and position," Sheik Amani barked to this pathetic piece of flesh placed before him. Compared to any of his own stock at DELTA, this thing didn't even seem to be of the same species.
The slave quickly struggled to his feet, placed his hands in back of his neck, tensed what was left of his muscles, and jutted his pelvis out for full display of his genitals. Sheik Amani reached down and hefted the ball sac as if weighing it and then began stroking the long semi-rigid shaft until a small drop of precum appear at the tip.
"Were you here before, slave?" the Sheik asked.
"Yes, master," the slave responded.
"Your name then, slave?" The Sheik asked coldly.
"STUD, master," the pinkish black lips shaped the answer as tears began to flow from his eyes.
"Did we sell you twice, STUD?" the Sheik snapped.
"Yes, master. First to a mistress who returned me and later to an American master who kept me for eight or nine years, Master," the slave gasped as Sheik Amani began squeezing and pinching his swollen tits."
"I can see your voice-training has slipped considerably," the Sheik commented, "along with most of the rest of you. This big prick is about all that's left of you that's worth anything."
"Yes, master," was all the black slave dared to say at this point, tears of shame and humiliation still streaming down his cheeks.
Continuing to stoke the slave's erect shaft, Sheik Amani turned back to his Arabic visitor. "Yes, Prince, this slave was one of our products many years ago, but time and neglect have taken their toll. It's not worth much at this point, I'm afraid. To have any value at all, it will have to be totally reconditioned. It's been years since this slave has had a proper diet, exercised appropriately, or exposed to formal discipline on a consistent basis. It's obvious he has been used extensively. But without proper diet, exercise, and discipline, such heavy use wears them out before their time. Frankly, Prince, as you can see for yourself, even my constant stroking of the slave cannot produce a full erection, let alone an ejaculation. This slave has been fucked out, I'm afraid, and won't bring much of anything on the market. Have you thought of harvesting him for his body parts? At least, you would get something for him that way."
"I didn't cage this slave and bring it all the way to Oman to have it harvested. We can and do harvest old slaves routinely in Arabia," the Prince said icily. "Since you admit it was, at one time at least, a DELTA product, I expect a reasonable buy-back, not a ridiculous suggestion it be harvested." The Prince cast a murderous and defiant stare directly into Sheik Amani's eyes.
"Of course not, your excellency," Sheik Amani replied, almost as cool in his tone as the Prince. "But we generally don't buy slaves back just because we sold them originally years and years ago."
There was a long silence where the only sound was the continued stroking of the slave's shaft. Finally, Sheik Amani said, "But for you, Prince, we may make an exception, since in no way do we wish to displease you in any way. We can, of course, harvest it here and save you the trouble of taking the slave all the way back to Arabia. But frankly, Prince, harvesting it for the body parts is about all this slave is worth at this point. See, Prince, even now, after all this stimulation, the slave still has not erupted."
"If I buy a replacement slave from you, I assume you could offer me more than merely this slave's salvage value," the Prince queried.
Sensing a sales opportunity, the Sheik smiled and ceased stroking the black slave in front of him, still rigid in position. "Go kneel by your master, slave," Sheik Amani ordered. "Apparently, you are all dried out."
"Yes, master," the slave said as he again sunk to his knees beside the Prince, tears still streaming out of his eyes.
"Your interest in a new slave does change the picture, Prince, dependent on what you are looking for - a fresh, newly trained young boy right from the training pens; an older, more experienced slave who still carries our no-questions-asked money-back DELTA guarantee, or one of our highly select premium slaves who cost top dollar but are worth it for their rarity and superb bodies?"
"I was looking for a boy just out of his teens - black and well-equipped," the Prince stated with finality. "I doubt if that's premium in that such boys are common as dirt in the Kingdom, mainly fresh breeds from the Royal stud farms.. But I hardly want the older, experienced slave you were describing - this slave at my feet is all of that!" the Prince said derisively.
Sheik Amani wondered why the Prince was interested in obtaining a slave no better than he could easily have requested from his family's own breeding facilities. He knew the Saudi-bred slaves were not exceptionally handsome. Saudi breeding farms didn't bother to carefully limit breeding stock around the highly selective traits of handsomeness, intelligence, and compliance to their status. Instead, the managers there bred only toward larger and larger genitals and muscular, well-developed bodies no matter how dumb, ugly, or rebellious the product. How foolish! Those same breeding facilities did a lousy job of training their dull, simple looking and often non-compliance stock, albeit all with huge, muscular, and very well-hung bodies. Branding, whipping, and electric prods was all they seemed to know about and these methods were mainly used to insure compliance with owner's immediate demands. The idea a slave should be fully trained to anticipate an owner's wishes and happily do everything possible to meet those wishes was beyond them. They simply knew how to get a slave to comply to an owner's demands after the fact with the heavy use of the whip. They ended up fucking the slave if that's what they wanted, but only after he'd been whipped into compliance with his back raw from the intervening whipping. No wonder DELTA trained slaves were highly coveted in Saudi Arabia.
The sales strategy appeared instantly: present him a fresh young slave little better than average in appearance but trained up to DELTA standards; make sure he was black as coal; and charge twice what he would charge anyone else. Better yet, charge him triple for the young slaveboy, but offer him an outlandish trade-in price for STUD, who, although worn out and aging rapidly now, could be refurbished within six months if you knew what you were doing.
"Prince, I have the perfect boy for you, and at a most reasonable price. Fresh, barely entering his full manhood, the black boy I have in mind would be the envy of any member of the Royal family, and once you have him in your bed and experience yourself the delights of his body, you will truly learn the advantages of a DELTA trained boy. Better yet, Prince, I will offer you a price for the aging slave you brought us that will astonish your better senses, knowing yourself he is worth little more than his body parts at this point."
"Let's see the black slave you are trying to unload on me," the Prince countered, "before you offend me with what you want for such a slave."
Sheik Amani stepped to his computer, studied the database for a few minutes, and then reached for the microphone sending his orders to the slave handlers in the large arena where the market stock was caged. "Tier three, cage 27 and 43 - to the front office."
Within the next few minutes, first one black slave and then another was thrust through the door and instantly assumed display position: all muscles tensed, hands in back of their neck, and
genitals thrust fully forward for handling. Both blacks had their genitals banded to promote prominent display of their ample equipment; both were tall-collared to force their heads into an upright position; and were both tit-ringed and nose-ringed, which gave them an unusual, slightly savage look.
As the Prince reached down to heft each of their genitals and weigh them in his hands, Sheik Amani said, "If you'd like to try them out, Prince, a comfortable salon is right through that door with all the equipment I think you might want."
"Not until I have a price on them first, Sheik. I know your tricks - you think I'll lose my reason with a good fuck. No, we're talk price first if you don't mind."
"Very well, Prince, although I assure you I never ever thought a Prince of Arabia would loose their reason over anything as simple as fucking a slave," Sheik Amani retorted to the personal insult. "But we'll trade up front as you suggest. You can always fuck either or both of these slaves whenever you like, of course. I can assure you they are both trained to deliver pleasures you never dreamed a mere slave could produce, no matter how committed to their master."
"Six hundred thousand for either one; $1,050,000 for the two of them; with an unbelievably generous $250,000 trade-in on the worn out slave over there, worth little more than his body parts. That leaves a balance of a mere $350,000 for either one of the fresh, handsome blacks you're fondling now, or $800,000 for both of these well-trained youths. No haggling, Prince, it's my bottom line and I'm losing money on the deal I'm sure since this aging slave's body parts won't bring much on the market due to his pathetic condition."
"Seven hundred thousand for these two if they prove their worth when I try them out," the Prince shot back without a moment's hesitation.
"I said no haggling, Prince. "$800,000 or no deal."
"Seven fifty and I'll forgo trying the slaves out before buying."
"I repeat, Prince, $800,000 or no deal. It's camel's spit to me whether you try these eager young slaveboys out of not - I was just trying to be hospitable and above board."
"A deal, Sheik Amani, and I will try both boys out in the salon as you suggested. They better be as good as you claim," he threatened.
"They're guaranteed stock, Prince," Sheik Amani reminded the Prince with some irritation in his voice. "You can bring them back anytime during the next 90 days and get your full money back with no questions asked if you're not fully satisfied. If you insist on trying them out now, that's OK with me, but can we at least get the bills of sale and payment procedures out of the way before you begin your dalliance with the new purchases. That may take some time, if the stock performs up to their usual standards, and I don't have the time to wait, Prince. Other customers are always waiting."
"Very well," the Prince said reaching into his leather sachet and producing a bill of sale for the property labeled STUD. "I'll sign this over to you, although I can't understand why you would want this in view of his imminent demise into body parts. And I assume you will accept my personal check for the balance?"
"Of course, Prince. And I'll prepare the full sales package for you while you're enjoying your new purchases: your receipt for the property you traded in; properly notarized bills of sale for your two new black slaves; Omani passports for transit back to Arabia; their original citizenship papers; and, most importantly, the DELTA slave maintenance manual. Prince, you must read DELTA's slave manual - if you don't, your nice new stock will end up looking like STUD here in short order. It's the secret of keeping your stock in perfect shape over the long haul. You can read it on the plane back. But, it's necessary reading if the fresh stock is to be of any good to you after the guarantee run's out," Sheik Amani emphasized.
"So, that's your secret! You have to buy stock to share the secret. Well, fair enough, I suppose. Here's my check for $800,000 and the bill of sale on the old slave over there. Just leave the other stuff on the table there and I'll pick it up when I'm through using my new property," he said as he grabbed both new slaves by their prominently displayed pricks and led them into the adjoining salon.
"You, slave, help me get undressed" he barked to one, while he addressed the other, "bend over the bed there and get your ass in the air for a thorough fucking."
"Yes, master," was all Sheik Amani heard as the door closed to the salon.
He smiled as he placed the check into his desk drawer and quickly instructed his slave secretary to draw up and have notarized the necessary bills of sale, locate the original citizenship papers and prepare the promised Omani passports along with the standard DELTA guarantees. The slave, from long experience, knew enough to place two copies of a red leather-bound DELTA slave manual with the sales package, one for each purchase. The slave also knew that since these slaves would be shipping out to Saudi Arabia, they wouldn't need clothing for the air shipment. They would be caged and sent air express so no clothing would be needed. Most shipments to Middle East countries could be shipped as merchandise and therefore the pretense of clothing them and shipping them tourist class in the passenger compartments could be ignored. How much more sensible were Middle East customs, the slave secretary thought to himself - why pretend slaves are human when they're just livestock?
"Mr. Hughes, Sheik Amani here. Sorry to call you at this hour - I know it's midnight there in the States, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible."
"Know what, my good friend?" John Hughes responded. "You've finally got my new purchases ready for shipment or have you found some more new stock for me?"
"Yes and yes," Sheik Amani laughed. "Mr. Hughes, you won't believe it, but your old slave STUD has been returned to DELTA here in Oman. We've already started his reconditioning as I speak."
"You're kidding. After all these years, Sheik? As I've told you over and over, I never should of sold that boy to Neal Wiggins who, I knew at the time, was going to sell him to some Saudi prince. Worst mistake of my life, but I let Neal talk me into somehow."
"Any slave owner has the right to sell his stock off anytime he wants, John. No need to be so hard on yourself. At any rate, he's back home now, Mr. Hughes."
"Well, is he all in one piece with that big piece of meat dangling down between his legs?" John asked excitedly.
"Yes, yes," Sheik Amani chuckled, "but, John, he's going to need a lot of work to get him back into shape."
"That bad, huh?" Mr. Hughes said.
"It's obvious he hasn't been fed right for years, he's not been exercised at all for a long time, and I doubt if they ever bothered to properly discipline him. John - they didn't even have a copy of the DELTA slave manual, let alone follow it in any way."
"Jesus," John muttered.
"Him and Allah, and I'd agree," Sheik Amani chucked again.
"The Prince traded him in to salvage for body parts, Mr. Hughes."
"God! That beautiful body just put to waste! Can't you retrain him, or recondition him, or do something, Sheik Amani?" John pleaded. "I just wanted to get him back to act as my personal assistant and body slave - I know he's too old to put back into full service here."
"Calm down, John," Sheik Amani said soothingly. "The Prince thought he wasn't worth anything beyond his body parts, but DELTA ENTERPRISES isn't that foolish. STUD is salvageable for a lot more than his body parts, Mr. Hughes. We can totally recondition the boy with proper diet, exercise, and a complete retraining program. It's going to take us six months but we can do it if you're still interested."
"What would we have at the end of all that?" Mr. Hughes asked.
"A 36-year-old black slave with a well muscled body, vibrant good health, massive genitals that will work a little slower but still work well when called upon, and big firm ringed tits that are fun to play with. And, after we get his ass tightened back up, a damn good fuck." Sheik Amani laughed heartily. "An excellent Tier five slave: a great buy offering lots of experience on a body with considerable use left in it."
"Really? I thought from your description of him that he was pretty well shot at this point - thanks to that damn Arab prince who bought him."
"He is pretty 'shot,' as you so delicately put it, at this point. But, Mr. Hughes, the DELTA reconditioning programs can do wonders for a boy like that. I've seen it over and over - it's practically miraculous in how well it works."
"I just can't believe any program could work that well, but what does he look like right now, Sheik? I'm curious as well as angry."
"Well, John, his equipment is still intact in all its magnificence, and he is capable of a full erection, but he can't ejaculate no matter how much we stimulate the boy - it's like his balls are totally empty. His muscles are badly atrophied from serious lack of exercise and he's got an ugly layer of fat on him that obscures his features. I'd say he is 50-60 pounds overweight at this point, and his muscle-body mass ratio is more like 40% than the 80% we like to keep our boys. Those big ringed tits are more like cow udders now and sag badly, but getting his pecs back in shape and knocking off some weight will take care of that. There's ever a layer of fat hanging around the top of his neck collar which is too tight on his neck considering his weight gain. He's lost his washboard abs and the bands on his upper arms actually slip around now that his biceps are in such sad shape. His ass is flabby and hangs down a bit and his hole is stretched so wide it actually gaps open at this point - he's all raw and red up his chute - there's no doubt the boy's been fucked half to death. But our exercise program will tighten all of that up OK and a good diet of DELTA slavechow, plenty of caged rest, and sucking in some of that semen-flavored protein breakfast will be restorative. After we get his body back in shape, we'll run him through the standard slave reconditioning program to refresh him on proper techniques in servicing. After three months, we've have his body back in shape; after six months, he'll be thinking and acting like a DELTA slave again. Eager as a puppy to please his new owner at every opportunity!"
"Well, my good friend," John said reflectively, "I think you already know I'd appreciate first-buy option on the boy when you're all through with him. He'd make an excellent personal secretary who'd already know and understand my operation here. And, besides, from what you say, he'll be a great body slave as well. When he's through handling all of the clerical details around here, he can earn his keep in bed! What's all that going to cost me this time around?"
"I'd never take advantage of you, John, after all these years. You shall, of course, have first buy option on him or I wouldn't have called you at this hour. Shall we say the standard Tier Five price - that's be about one-third of what you usually pay for our premium stock. Maybe even less if his body doesn't respond as well as I think it will to the exercise and diet."
"Well, he's certainly worth that, I'd say. While I've got you on the phone, where are we at with my standing order for premium stock?"
"I've just about got your order filled, John. In the holding pens, I've reserved the Asian we talked about - the big hairless golden-skinned boy with massive equipment and huge ringed tits. And I've got the pure black African you wanted - called him up from one of our Caribbean breeding farms and completed his training here. The brown-haired boy you wanted that was really muscled out and had extraordinary equipment came in from an Australian prison farm about six months ago so his training was wrapped up last week. What I'm waiting for now - and we're only talking about another week or so - is the training to be completed on the big blond you wanted. I had him sent back to training for another two weeks - I thought he was a little bit reluctant yet in getting ass fucked - didn't seem to appreciate it like most of the boys learn to - so I'm running him through that part of the program again just to make sure you'll be satisfied with him in all ways. I'll ship all four of them as a lot to you in Miami toward the end of next week. I'll let you know when we have all the details worked out."
"As usual, Sheik Amani, perfect!" Mr. Hughes said almost proudly. "We'll get their cages ready on this end and start to schedule them for use with our customers. They always practically line up for fresh meat."
"It's the same world-wide," Sheik Amani reflected. "Not to denigrate American lust in any way," the Sheik laughed, knowing his remarks would be interpreted in the right way by his friend.
"Where did these boys come from, Sheik? I'm always interested, although you said the black was a product of one of your Caribbean breeding operations. No fun in that, although I know for a fact I've never been disappointed in any bred slave I've ever bought from you. But where'd you get the others?"
"The Asian boy was located by our agents in a Hong Kong whore house. They had bought him as a very young boy from his impoverished parents in North Korea by some means or another and trained him over the years for his work in the whore house.. The boy can't remember anything but slavery, so he trained about like a bred slave - you know, fast!
"The Australian was sent to prison for multiple rape at the age of 18 - the warden there claimed a few sound beatings and constant enforced nudity convinced the boy to service him and his staff, but he practically had to beat the handsome youth to death before he could lease him out for sexual usage by the other prisoners. After a while, the boy seemed resigned to his fate as the cell block's whoreboy and eventually even learned to crave usage. Since he didn't seem to have any family that gave a damn, the warden realized he could make a lot more out of the boy by selling him to us than leasing him out to his inmates. He took to his DELTA training well and we were sure we could guarantee him in three months, but keep in the program for five months just to be sure. He's a slave through and through - but I think he was long before we got him.
"The black we bred ourselves, so all we really had to do was stretch his hole a bit and teach him how to swallow prick without gagging. Other than that, that boy already seemed to know what to expect in life.
"It's the big handsome blond that's taken a lot of training time. He was a big shot lawyer in New York who ran up a lot of gambling debts with the Mafia. When they seized him for non-payment, they fucked him senseless for a number of months, at least to where it appeared to them he had gotten use to it and had accepted his new role as a commodity to be bought and sold as they saw fit. They then sold him to a Columbian drug lord for his pleasure. Well, the Columbian had only fucked him five or six times before he found out that blond bastard was sneaking into the rest of the house and fucking his daughters, his servant girls, and anything else he could get his hands on. Turns out the daughters had caught sight of him and literally ordered him to their beds for servicing, so what else could he do as a slave? But the Columbian didn't like it one bit and demanded the Mafia take him back with full repayment. They did, used him for a couple of months to entertain their international guests, both male and female, but when he tried to sneak off one day, they called and told me they wanted to get rid of him once and for all. The price was right for such a magnificent specimen, so I had him shipped over and put into our most rigorous training program. It's really shaped him up to accepting his slavery and all, but he still seems to resent being fucked all the time. Another week or two and he'll learn to like it like all the others. At the very least, he'll learn to never let anyone know he doesn't think being fucked is the greatest honor his owner could possibly give him."
"Looking forward to seeing all four of them, Sheik," John said enthusiastically. "I'll especially enjoy fucking the blond boy you were talking about. Sometimes it's fun to fuck a slave who really doesn't like it too much but knows there's not a damn thing in this world he can do about it. Makes you feel like a real master, I guess."
"Well, it's your body to play with, not theirs, John. Don't ever forget that!" the Sheik counseled.
"I won't, Sheik Amani. They cost too much to ever let that slip from your mind. When do you think I'll see STUD again, all fresh and ready?"
"About six months, John, if all goes well. I won't charge you a dime until he's in your hands and you're totally satisfied."
"I wasn't worried about that, Sheik Amani," John responded quickly. "I'd just like to fuck him again and feel those big lips of his squeezing my prick - I guess I miss that black bastard more than I thought."
"You Americans," Sheik Amani laughed. "Always the sentimental ones. It's a wonder you can discipline your slaves properly at all."
"I'm good at discipline and you know it, Sheik," John said defensively. "I know the DELTA slave manual by heart and practice everything in it - even down to the amount of fresh semen to put into their morning protein drink."
"Just teasing, just teasing, John. No offense. I know you're a great master or I wouldn't sell my best stock to you. But, like it or not, you're too sentimental to have my job - just a simple flesh peddler who never views any slave as anything but pure livestock up for sale. It's a lonely life here running the DELTA operations, John. That is, if you call lonely having over 5000 slaves at any one time at your immediate call. Frankly, I enjoy my work too much to ever get lonely, but emotional - never!"
"That's why you're so darn good at what you do, you old rascal. And it's why I respect you so much. I know how to put slaves to a profitable use - you know how to train slaves. We're both experts in our field if you ask me."
"Well said, my friend, well said. Meanwhile, I'll get the four new stock shipped out to you within a couple of weeks, get STUD back into your careful ownership after he's been thoroughly retrained, and get this delightful Polynesian slaveboy between my legs to finish sucking me off to the third overwhelming flood down his throat this evening."
"You rascal, you," John said. "In that case, I guess I don't have to apologize to you for having my cock rammed up the ass of CAGE 14 as we speak."
"That boy still going after all these years?" the Sheik sounded genuinely surprised. "Why I sold him to you over nine years ago. He must be 28 or 29 by now."
"Probably, and he's got another 28 or 29 years of good fucking left in him yet," John laughed as he pumped into the boy's ass in confirmation.
"Umph," CAGE 14 muttered in response as he clamped his ass muscles around the invading shaft.
"That's CAGE 14, alright. I'd recognize that Corsican's grunt anywhere," Sheik Amani laughed. "Tell him hello for me. I used to enjoy pumping that boy's ass when he was in training here. Glad to hear he's still going strong."
TO BE CONTINUED