FULFILLING THE FANTASY XVIII
By Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)[Please let me know what you think of this series. Thanks.]
"Did you see this morning's 'ShipNews', Mark?" John asked as he put the small newsletter down on one of the bed tables in their suite. "You learn something new every day."
"I saw where we can't buy up too much stock in the Ukraine. There are only 49 cages left in the hold, they say, after Mauritania's stock was onboard. Technically, that means most passengers aren't going to be able to buy up much of anything once we get across the Black Sea to Sevastopol," Mark replied. "Of course, they can always shove two in a cage I guess. After all, they'll only be caged like that for the seven or eight days it will take the Fantasia to get back to New York. Surely the stock down there can stand being pressed up against each other that long."
"Oh, they can take more without jamming them in two to a cage," John said. "The 'ShipNews' said that since the stock has remained remarkably healthy this whole trip, all 20 hospital cages are available and, get this, four of the waiters in the dining hall have been bought up by passengers and have been replaced by promotions from the baggage crew. Somehow, that frees up four spaces wherever the baggage slaves are caged. Then three of the ship's crew have died during the trip: one deck hand from a heart attack while he was involved in one of the deck entertainments put on by the slaves up there, and two baggage slaves while being disciplined in a training procedure. That gives them 27 additional slots in all."
"Doesn't make sense," Mark commented. "Where are the four former dining slaves?"
"The 'ShipNews' said that any crew members bought must be kept in the new owner's suite until disembarkation," John replied. "Hell, I never even knew you could buy any of the ship's crew. I thought the cruise line wanted to hang onto their slaves for life after they were trained so carefully. After all, that training is severe - seems like they killed two of them even once they were on board during some training procedure or another."
"Well, the passengers can buy up 73 Ukrainian slaves with no worries at all and I imagine they'll either double cage the overflow or place some of the slaves currently caged in the hold up in their owner's suite for the few remaining days. After all, it won't be too long from this last port stop until we get back in New York. We've had some of our stock up here in the suite for two or three days at a time occasionally anyway. What's a few more days?" Mark added.
"Those slaves we had up here for two or three days were so worn out they could hardly walk back to the hold on their own," John laughed. "They'd probably have to be carried out in a stretcher if we had them up here in the suite for seven or eight days."
"Tony," Mark barked at the steward slave kneeling quietly in the corner. "You ever known the ship's hold to be filled to capacity like this?"
"Yes, master," the handsome Italian slave replied with his eyes lowered. "Last year, the cruise line sponsored a special trip to acquire antique cars for collectors. By the time the cruise was over, we had cars taking up almost all the deck space and some of the smaller ones jammed in corners of the dining room. They even put boards over the swimming pools and parked cars there, master."
"No, I meant human cargo," Mark said disgustedly.
"I'm sorry, Master. I misunderstood you. No, master, not with human cargo," the Italian slave shivered, expecting to be punished.
"Did you know passengers could buy the likes of you, slave?" John asked. "It's all news to me."
"Yes, master. Occasionally, the cruise line will sell one of us - but it's not often. The only times I know about was when a crew slave was getting old and unattractive or was worn out sexually or was getting too sassy or even, I heard in one case, rebellious, master. That's what happened, they say, with the baggage slaves that were killed by their overseers, master. One smarted off to his overseer, I heard, and the other was a little hesitant to take a fuck from one of his overseer's friends one evening. The cruise line won't tolerate such behavior in any of their slaves, master. They wouldn't get the privilege of being sold, of course, master. They would have to be eliminated in a case like that. The other stewards told me, master, that their death was long and torturous as an object lesson to all the other baggage slaves who were required to witness the discipline."
"Didn't you start out as a baggage slave, steward?" Mark asked.
"All of the crew does, master. We get promoted eventually if we perform very well - just like some baggage slaves, obviously the best of the lot, were promoted to waiters recently. That's what happened to me. I was promoted from a baggage slave to a waiter and then," he announced proudly, "was promoted to become a steward."
"What if the slave isn't old or unattractive or sassy or rebellious? Can you buy a crew slave like that?" John asked.
"Possibly, master," the Italian slave replied cautiously. "But I'm afraid the price would be very high."
"Well, of course, slave," John snapped. "Considering the selectivity in choosing slaves for the ship's crew as well as your extensive training in meeting the needs of the passengers, the price would have to be high for them to begin to cover their purchase and training costs."
"Yes, master." the steward replied with his eyes lowered, hoping he hadn't offended the handsome master who was a wealthy slave dealer himself and undoubtedly knew exactly all the expenses involved in slave acquisition, training, and maintenance.
"Has anyone tried to buy you, slave, since you've been owned by the cruise line?" John pursued the topic.
"Not that I know of, master," the steward replied. "Maybe no one has asked," he added softly, spreading his knees even wider in his kneeling position so he was fully exposed while placing his hands behind his back to best expose his upper torso.
"Why look at that, Mark," John exclaimed. "The little whore is trying to seduce us into buying him for ourselves."
The Italian slave blushed bright red and quickly brought his hands down to his side while lowering his head as far as he could.. He didn't realize his body language had been so transparent.
'I'm sorry if I offended you, Master John. Please don't tell my supervisor, Master. They will discipline me severely if they think I asked you to buy me. They will interpret that as a signal that I am not satisfied in my slavehood here on the ship. That would require beating me into a sense of appreciation for being owned by them.. It's only right that lack of appreciation should be dealt with severely, master, and I understand that. It's just that I'm most appreciative of being a member of the ship's crew and am happy in my slavery here on the ship. But I've come to love my two masters on this cruise and, although slaves shouldn't wish for such things, I know, I do think being owned by you and Master Mark would be paradise for a slave, master. Not that I don't appreciate being owned by the cruise line, master, who has promoted me to this important position as a steward."
"That's quite a speech coming out of the mouth of a 19-year-old slaveboy," Mark laughed. "You're right on one thing, though. Slaves should always appreciate whoever owns them at the time - it's totally inappropriate for a slave to ever think otherwise," Mark added, giving a very stern look at the Italian steward. "Let's hear no more of such heresy from a slave and get your ass up here on my bed propped up and wide open for a good morning fuck."
"Yes, master," the Italian slave smiled as he quickly placed his back on the bed with his legs lifted high over his shoulders, and lifted his ass so his hole was totally exposed and open. He was grateful his masters weren't going to call the supervisor immediately to report his "heresy." Taking a thorough fucking from both masters was nothing compared to the life-threatening discipline that a report to the supervisor would entail even though both the masters had formidable tools and plowed him deeply when fucking him. He knew, even after all the usage he had gotten as their steward, he would suffer the stretching pain as they rammed into him until he was able to adjust, moaning and grimacing all the way. But, after adjusting each and every time, the slave had long ago discovered he enjoyed being fucked, especially by handsome young masters like this.
Thirty minutes later, both masters had filled the slaveboy with their cum and were lying temporarily exhausted on the large bed while the slaveboy dutifully cleansed their pricks with his mouth. All thoughts of reporting the slave's conversation to the supervisor had long been forgotten.
"I am going to miss fucking that Italian ass once we're off the ship," Mark said languidly.
"You and me both, Mark," John said, running his hand through the slaveboy's hair and then, as an afterthought, stroking the slave's rampant, dripping prick. "You can tell by his hard on he enjoys it as much as we do - a born slave if there ever was one," he laughed.
"May I shoot, master?" the slave gasped as the stroking picked up in intensity.
"Yes, slave, but lick your mess up off the bed. You seem to unload a good cup or so every time we give you permission to shoot off."
"Yes, master. Thank you, master," the slave said with sincere gratitude as he promptly shot out in six separate eruptions before his quivering balls had emptied themselves. He then started slurping the steaming cum up off the bed spread until every drop was in his mouth, savored, and then swallowed.
The slave markets at Seevastopol had been in almost continuous operation since about 500 A.D., broken only by the Soviet regime of 70 years in the 20th century which was now, of course, history itself. The Black Sea port city had for centuries been the center for exporting the well-built, blond, blue-eyed Ukrainian stock so desired by Persian, Byzantium, Arab, Ottoman, and Italian merchants. The female slaves were popular with the Persians and Ottomans primarily as candidates for their harems while the male slaves from this region were generally turned into prized white eunuchs. But the Arabs and Italians liked them for their light skin, their blue eyes and blond or light brown hair, their typically round faces, and, almost without exception, their large well shaped sexual organs. Both Arab and Italian dealers found these Circassian slaves brought top prices in their markets and shipped tens of thousands of them to the Middle East and the Italian peninsula over a five hundred year period. Even the Vikings bought them up by the shipload for sale in northern European markets where there was a ready market.
Prior to the Soviet Union, who temporarily abolished the profitable slave trade, slaves for sale were usually captives from frequent slave raids by hungry mercenaries, excess children sold to dealers by their own poverty-stricken parents who desperately needed the money they would bring on the open market, or products of slave breeding.
After the collapse of the Soviet regime, the slave markets slowly resurrected themselves since the world demand was there all along. But now the Ukrainian government assured itself a steady supply of their biggest export and cash crop by borrowing from its own history in the region once called Circassia. When the Ottomans ruled them, each village was required to pay a "tax" each year of 10 of their most handsome youth. Now every Ukrainian family had to turn over one of their children at age 18 as a "national tax" to be made a lifelong slave for sale in the export slave markets abounding port cities around the Black Sea. Parents could choose which child they wanted to be used to pay this tax, but most picked their oldest child to get the obligation out of the way and to concentrate their efforts on the younger children. Childless couples were required to buy a slave and then turn him or her over to the government for resale so there was no escaping the tax by refusing to have children. Of course, defective or stupid children were the first to be turned in for the tax, but even these new "slaves" could be sold for a small profit. Most families adjusted to this new law by simply having one more child than they wanted in their family and the child destined to "pay the tax" was brought up from birth to accept his eventual slavehood with dignity and grace. Thus, the Circassian markets were now filled with handsome youth, just reaching maturity, who accepted their slavery stoically and without complaint. They generally eagerly sought out what they thought would be a good master for them with their family's cooperation - both their parents and they knew their life as a slave would be greatly enhanced if they were cooperative and compliant to the demands of slavery and if they brought top prices at market, thereby assuring themselves a master who would value them.
By the time the Fantasia arrived in port, tens of thousands of offerings were available, almost all young, light skinned, light eyed, light haired, and with features valued around the world: handsome, muscular bodies with ample sexual apparatus - all accepting of their lifelong slavery and all eager to find a good master. All knew full well what buyers expected of them: every Circassian knew slaves not only did most of the work no one else wanted to do, but those with attractive bodies were invariably used to pleasure their owners any way desired. Therefore, they expected to have their bodies examined thoroughly and intimately before purchase - a buyer was certainly entitled to know what he was getting for the price!
The passengers from the Fantasia were delighted at this smorgasbord of handsome white flesh. So many of the world ports offered predominately dark-skinned slaves and the pure white skin, the silky blond, brownish hair, the pinkish lips, tits and genitalia, the body hair so fine and so fleeting it simply made a body shimmer and the beautiful blue and green eyes of the offerings were refreshing. The roundish face, the wide spread eyes, and the pronounced sexuality of both male and female Ukrainian stock made these slaves truly unique. Female slaves featured large but taut breasts with well sculptured tits, protruding clitoris, and wide, inviting vulvas. Males generally had large muscular chests with well defined pecs, prominent tits, and massive balls with long, thick circumcised pricks which seemed to be perpetually at least semi-erect. It was no wonder they had been in world wide demand for centuries.
Prices were high since demand was high. But the Fantasia's passengers were limited in their purchases anyway due to the cargo hold's restrictions. Therefore, most decided to splurge at this last port stop on the cruise and bought only the very best, regardless of the price.
But not before they enjoyed looking ALL of the stock over thoroughly on this delightful, pleasantly warm day. The Ukrainian slaves displayed had never experienced quite the body fondling, stroking, prodding, and squeezing as they did that day with the American buyers pawing over them. Not one decent looking male in the market wasn't milked repeatedly, didn't have fingers, dildos, fists, and even whip handles thrust up their assholes to test response, and most had their balls massaged so much that day they simply ached to the touch by late afternoon. Female slaves didn't escape the examinations either. Breasts were kneaded, nipples suckled, clits tickled to full erection, and no slit escaped probing fingers or dildos. Most of the female slaves were kept dripping from prolonged excitation the entire day.
By late afternoon, though, the Fantasia's passengers stopped playing around and got serious. Sixty-six of the very best males were bought at premium prices along with six of the finest females offered. Each slave purchased was the epitome of their gender. Males were magnificently muscled, had powerful physiques, were extraordinarily handsome, and hung like stud horses. Females were delicately beautiful yet fully endowed. Each slave, male or female, was easily aroused and seemed to fully enjoy being used sexually. All had been reared to show no shame or resentment at such blatant use of their bodies. All expected nothing less as a slave offered for sale here in this little known Black Sea port.
Although the average price here was high - around $400,000 for the best in house - each and very one would bring twice that back in the states. All in all, the Fantasia's passengers were most happy with the Ukrainian market - it was fun to examine all the beautiful (and totally cooperative) stock and it was even better to buy up the very best to resell at the home markets.
"I counted 72 being taken into the hold," John said, sipping a drink on the deck of the Fantasia while one of the deck slaves, a handsome young Greek boy, knelt on the floor beneath him vigorously sucking him off while John ran his hand idly through the slave's curly black hair.
"That's only three more than they have cages for in the hold and the hospital, so it's no problem," Mark replied, also availing himself of the services of another deck slave. "They'll simply cage those three in the baggage slave area until we get back to port.". The slave on his knees below Mark was a beautifully built Latino boy with shiny black hair, his throat now fully extended as Mark's extended prick was being massaged by the slave's well trained throat muscles. "Worked out about perfect. The logistics on the Fantasia have been excellent since the very beginning of the trip. Can you imagine estimating the caging and food needs for this expedition. Boggles the mind!"
"This boy is a good sucker, Mark," John said as he felt the cum begin to rise within him. "He's going to get an early supper at this rate."
Mark simply gasped as he discharged a full load down the Latino's throat. "Mine too," he finally gasped out as the slave beneath him made sure he swallowed every last drop of the prolonged discharge of his user.
Shortly thereafter, both masters were thanked by the deck slaves for being ordered to service them and then both proceeded to carefully clean the cocks and balls of their users before reinserting the master's organs back into their pants with yet another expression of their gratitude.
"That felt good," John said. "One gets horny handling all those good looking slaves all day."
"Yeah. I bet I jerked at least 20 loads out of slaves today looking them over. Kind of wore me out, but it was worth it," he chuckled. "Some of those guys were hung like horses and had balls like grapefruits. You could get a full cup out of them even on the fifth or sixth milking. Real studs, those Ukrainian boys," Mark commented.
"John, I lost track. How many did you buy today?" Mark asked.
"Just three. Held myself back because I didn't want to hog all the remaining cages in the hold. I think everyone was being considerate that way. Sounds like it, if only 72 were loaded. And you? How many?"
"Just my usual souvenir slave. But he's something else again. Pure blond with green eyes, a 20-year-old body that's perfection, and a big thick prick that, I swear, hangs down to his knees. The dealer I bought him from claims he's well trained in sucking, taking it up the ass, as well as serving stud. Versatile, if nothing else," Mark laughed.
"Mark, you've bought more than enough slaves to totally replace that menagerie you had at your estate when we left - the ones I sold off to that Caribbean resort for you at a fantastic profit."
"Well, John. That was the idea, wasn't it?" Mark replied..
"Yeah, but I sold your steward along with the rest of them," John said. "Who are you going to have as a steward to manage this new harem of yours?"
"Good question, John. Hadn't thought of it. The steward you sold off ran the whole operation for me - everything from maintaining the slaves, to making sure the grounds were kept up, to even running by little 'brothel' service," he replied. "I didn't lift a finger to make any of that happen - the steward did it all, even making sure the slaves were kept under strict discipline at all times."
"Well, that's what stewards are supposed to do You shouldn't have to spend your time and energy with such mundane details." He paused and then added, "Have you ever thought of buying a steward already experienced?"
"Like who?" Mark asked.
"Someone, shall we say, handy and who you already know inside and out?" he laughed. "And who has already demonstrated he knows how to handle slaves efficiently and effectively."
Mark looked puzzled. Slowly, his frown changed to a smile.
"You wily old devil. You're scheming to have me buy up Tony, our Italian steward here on the ship. God Almighty, John, haven't you fucked the boy enough for one lifetime already?" Mark laughed.
"He is good to fuck, Mark. But he's also a great manager of slave flesh. You're going to need someone like that when you get home and move back into that huge estate you call home. Somebody's got to get things organized and running right, you bastard. And if I drop over and fuck him every once in a while just to encourage him in doing his job right, all the better."
Mark thought a while. "You know, I never thought of him as anything but a beautiful piece of slave meat that invariably turned me on. But you're right, John. He would be a great manager of all those new purchases I made. Hell, he's already brought most of them up to the suite and washed them inside and out and I guess we had him fuck a good half of them himself to help break them in. He already knows them inside and out, so to speak, and they do accept his authority it seems."
"For 19, he's quite a boy," John said. "Top management material which you don't see too often in slaves, Mark. I don't think he will have one bit of trouble keeping those slaves toeing the line to your exacting standards and I don't think he will lose sight of the fact he is just a slave himself, despite the new authority. Some slaves just have that commanding quality about them, and Tony is one of those slaves. He can easily boss slaves around twice his size and twice his age with no difficulty at all - it comes so natural to him other slaves just accept it."
"How much do you think the cruise line would want to part with him, John? He's well trained and he's got a lot of use left in him as a room steward here on the Fantasia. I'm afraid they'll rob me blind if I express any interest in purchasing his hot little body."
"Why don't you let me handle it for you, Mark. I have a feeling you may be able to get him cheaper than you think. Would you pay one million for him?"
"Yes, but no more," Mark said without hesitancy.
One day out of New York, John and Mark had finished enjoying having two of their new Ukrainian purchases suck them off and then ordered their Italian steward to deep fuck both of the slaves as part of their education. The room steward went at his commanded task with enthusiasm and it didn't take long for each of the new purchases to feel truly fucked by a real expert.
"Take the slaves into the bathroom and clean all three of you up," John ordered.
"Yes, master," the Italian slave responded humbly, adding, "Thank you for letting me fuck your properties, masters," before jumping to his new assignment, dragging both of the Ukrainian slaves by their collars quickly into the bathroom, their assholes oozing with the Italian's semen.
Upon the Italian slave's return, he knelt at both his master's feet, awaiting further instructions.
"We'll have to get your collar changed shortly," John said to the slave.
"Yes, master," the slave replied quizzically,
"And fitted out with a genital band that shows your equipment off better," John added.
"Yes, master," the slave responded humbly. "I didn't know the cruise line had changed the specifications for their property."
"They haven't, slave," John said. "Master Mark has. He's your new owner now, Tony, and what he says goes."
The Italian slave looked confused and then overcome. He started to weep.
"Why are you crying, slave?" Mark snapped. "A slave should be happy he has brought profit to his former master in his sale. Conceit will not be tolerated in any slave I own," he added threateningly, reaching for a slave whip.
"No, master. No, Master Mark. Forgive this worthless slave, master. It's just I'm so happy I was overcome and lost control, master. You can whip me harshly for my lack of control if you wish, master. I certainly deserve a severe punishment."
"I'll overlook it this time, slave, but don't let it happen again now that you are under a more stern and demanding ownership. You've been purchased from the cruise line - at a outrageous cost I might add - to take charge of all the slaves I have purchased now in the hold. They will need a lot of strict supervision once we are back at my estate - cleaning, gardening, chauffeuring, repairing, improving and taking care of all of my non-slave possessions. And even more supervision in making sure their bodies are utilized to bring me the utmost in pleasure at any and all times."
"Yes, master. Of course, master. Your new property will do everything possible to please you."
"Including pleasing both me and my guests with your body when so desired," I nodded to John.
"Of course, masters," the Italian slave smiled knowingly.
"Tony, don't think that because I bought you as a supervisory slave - my steward in charge - that you are anything but a slave. You are no different than those under your supervision. You are still bought property - my property - to do with as I please. Don't ever forget that, slave, or I will have Master John here sell you off so fast you won't know what happened - and to the mines or the sewer works or perhaps, one of my farms where slaves seldom last longer than five or six years due to the rigor of the demands placed upon them."
"Yes, master. I'll never forget, master, that I'm just your slave and nothing more. But, master......" he hesitated.
"Yes, slave," Mark prompted.
"My dream for months now has been to be your slave and nothing more, master. Now you've made my dream come true," the slave added as tears welled out of his eyes once again.
"John was right. You are a born slave, Tony, and a whore at that," Mark laughed.
"Yes, master," Tony readily agreed as tears of happiness continued down his cheeks, "but a happy slave whore."
"Now get those two Ukrainian slaves back in their cages and see the fitters down in the hold about changing your collar and getting fitted with a thick, tight genital band. They should have received your purchase order from the shipping line by now. I want a three inch tall collar on you in brass with your dark complexion. And a one inch genital band that matches, tightly fitted for maximum protrusion of your genitals. And make sure they replace the ownership tag in your ear with a new one listing my name and address along with the standard reward notice. They'll have all that on file"
"Yes, master. I'll get those slaves caged and myself refitted immediately, master, as you specified. Thank you master."
"You can thank Master John and I when you return with your new fittings by offering us the best fuck you've ever delivered. Think you're up to that, slaveboy?"
"Yes, master," the Italian slave beamed. "The best fuck you've ever had, coming up shortly," he chuckled as he leashed the two Ukrainian slaves and headed out of the door to the cargo hold below, towing them behind him.
It took John a full year to find buyers willing to pay the price for the many specimens of prime slaveflesh he had brought back from his worldwide buying trip. But patiently waiting for the right buyer paid off. It gave him the extra time to polish and hone the slave's body and sexual skills and when the slave was finally sold, it brought top dollar. Even the super expensive Mauritanian slave John was so nervous buying had proven to be a good investment. John sold him within a month at a record price of 1.5 million, a fact almost regretted by Mark who was hoping he wouldn't sell at the minimum price and that the magnificent buck would end up in his harem of slaves. By the end of the year, John found himself wealthier by ten fold, a multimillionaire many times over. He had reached a point where he would no longer need to worry about money, but had no intentions of giving up his dealership of premium slaves. He loved his work and found it rewarding. He planned to expand his facilities in the near future so that they were unrivaled for merchants of human flesh.
His friend Mark, already wealthy beyond belief, remained his very best buddy and confidant. They still shared much time together, primarily at Mark's estate, where Mark's bevy of male slave flesh was always available and eager to please. Tony, the Italian slave, had proven to be an excellent steward of Mark's properties, bringing such a smooth operation into play that it seemed the estate ran itself. All slaves were always eager to please, totally compliant to any and all wishes of their master, and seemed almost prescient in anticipating their owner's desires. Mark had the reputation of owning not only the finest male fresh in America, but of the best trained slaves in America. A visit to his estate, always a privilege, brought the visitor delighting in male flesh into a plethora of pleasure, a phantasmagoria of sensual delights.
Every single slave Mark had purchased as a 'souvenir' had proved to be a gem and was still in his service, always buck naked (although always collared, tit ringed, ear labeled, and genitally banded) and usually showing hard in anticipation of their usage by Mark or his guests.
John arrived at the estate for a promised round in bed with Mark's respected steward, Tony. As the two friends embraced, John asked if Mark was interested in any more world buying trips.
"Not yet, John. I've never been bored with this bunch, yet. Ask me in a year or so and maybe I'll go. Another buying trip being planned?"
"I read the International Slave Dealers Association is thinking of sponsoring one two years from now, on the Fantasia again, but this time with a whole new series of buying opportunities," John answered.
"Oh, go ahead and sign me up, John," Mark laughed. "By then, who knows what I might be interested in buying. And I can only imagine the ports they pick out this time. That last trip didn't have a single port I'd ever heard of. I suppose they'll find some even weirder next time."
"Probably. They go where the supply is and where the bargains are at. You have to admit the last trip was not only interesting, but profitable as well. Mark, you could sell this battalion of slaves you have here on the estate for at least $40 million you know if you wanted to."
"I know, John. But, unlike you, I'm not in it for the money. I just enjoy a nice body when I see it."
"Well, that you sure as hell have around here. Now would you shut up so I can bed down that good looking steward of yours. Tony, get yourself in here. I've got something to feed your ass."
"Yes, Master John," the Italian slave said happily as he quickly positioned his nude body on a bed, ass held high for his user's convenience.
"Can I watch?" Mark asked. "After all, it's my property you're fucking!"
THE END
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