DIETER GOERING
by Bill Smith
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Part IV: AT HOME IN THE ESTATE:
'Wake up, you lazy bastards," the overseer in the slave quarters of Dieter's castle yelled as his whip cracked through the air. "Playtime for you boys. A little food down your gut, a chance to piss, and you're on duty tonight."
As the earthern bowls of a thick rabbit stew mixed with rice were shoved in front of the eight newly arrived Namibian slaves and the five recent purchases from Dubai, to a man they quickly slurped it down, using their fingers as spoons since none were furnished. They were allowed all they wanted, and most of them had five or six bowls before they no longer felt hungry. Following this they were watered as the attendant, a young red-headed green- eyed boy, himself in the early bloom of his manhood, passed from stall to stall with a bucket and dipper, totally accustomed to seeing huge muscular studs in full arousal by now and knowing his future would be no different and perhaps not as fortunate as these slaves. After the feeding, the slaves were again allowed to bath, then a final coat of scented body oil was applied to their freshly shaved deep brown bodies along with a slick lubricant inserted into their ass chutes, leaving little doubt of what was expected of them in the coming "entertainment."
"You boys are going to have some company tonight," the overseer said brightly. "Each of your master's guests has brought along his own favorite slave boy, so you'll probably have a little competition showing off your skills before the nights over," he laughed. "You put everything you've got into it, or you'll pay dearly at the end of a whip, believe you me. I don't want Master Goering to be ashamed of his own harem of pleasure slaves in front of these other boys. Of course, they're probably pretty well trained themselves or their own master's wouldn't have bothered to bring them over. Should be an interesting evening," he speculated as he carefully inspected each slave's body.
"Now line up proper-like," the overseer continued. "You'll first be serving dinner. Each guest is at the master's table, with the slave boy he brought to attend him standing right behind him, or perhaps beside him, or even under the table between his knees, depending on what is needed at the time. When you're through serving the meal, each of you is to go to a different guest, although I suppose the master will give each guest a chance to choose which one of you he wants to pleasure him."
Dieter Goering loved to entertain and it certainly helped the family business as well. Therefore, despite his busy schedule, he tried to entertain no less than once a week when he was in Germany and as often as he could in between trips when he was involved with international travel. For new business acquaintances as well as new social contacts, the first visit to the Goering estate was like entering a whole new world. For those who had been invited many times over the past, visiting the estate was like old home week where they could loosen up and enjoy themselves outside the pressures of everyday life. All invitations were carefully screened, of course, so no one was offended or shocked by the activities of social events, but instead deeply appreciated this entry into another world that "could be" if you only had the means to support it.
Dieter only had male staff at the estate and only males who were at least bisexual were ever invited to visit - therefore, it wasn't surprising the activities were centered on activities males particularly appreciated, especially males who preferred males for their sexual enjoyment given the chance.
The handsome estate staff at the outer gate and close by were always fully clothed, although the clothes were tailored to fit their magnificent physiques and show off their best traits. But shortly after passing the huge electric gates and proceeding a mile or so, guests saw less and less clothing covering the estate's all-male staff. Within a kilometer, they noticed gardeners and lawn keepers clad only in metal collars, tight shorts and work boots. Within another kilometer, construction workers and others were clad only in jock straps and safety helmets along with the universal metal collar. Within another kilometer, all pretense at clothing had been dropped and grounds keepers, road workers, and gardeners wore only their heavy neck collars, work boots, and often some other adornment such as tit rings, genital banding, or, occasionally, even a ring fitted through the worker's septum. The black Goering family crest tattoo was prominent on the fully exposed back and chest of every light skinned worker; the same tattoo in white ink was on the dark-skinned workers.
To a first time visitor to the Goering estate, the hundreds of workers they passed resembled nothing more than naked slaves right out of the old Roman Empire - something they had only read about in salacious historical accounts up to this point in their life. It was hard to grasp what tremendous wealth and prestige could apparently accomplish in today's world, but new visitors still couldn't understand exactly how all this was accomplished. Would employees really agree to display themselves like this if the price were right? And how did Dieter Goering ever find so many magnificent physiques to display, no matter how much he had to pay them?
To returning visitors, this was old stuff, but nothing compared to what they knew they would encounter once they were in the manor house itself. They already knew the answer to the newcomers' questions. Dieter's 'employees' weren't employees like the rest of the world thought of the word. They were more like what at one time were called indentured or bonded servants, but neither they or their 'master' was quibbling over what they were called at this point in their lives.
To the Goerings, it was life as usual for the past 1000 years or so. To those outside the family, it was life as they thought it should be. To the near or totally naked staff being viewed through the car windows, it was a comfortable, secure life without worry in exchange for complete obedience and respect to their master. For many of the workers, they had been born into it and could conceive of no different life. For others, they had sought out the chance to live in this secure world. For still others, they had been 'bought' and had no choice, but, over time, had adjusted to their master's world without regret or longing for their life before, now a distant memory if they could recall it at all.
NEXT: A PARTY FOR DIETER'S GUESTS
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