FULFILLING THE FANTASY III
By Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
ONE YEAR LATER:
Both the slaves I had bought from John, my dealer, over a year ago had worked out extremely well. Both the black slave from the Cameroons and the mixed breed slave of American Indian and Malaysian parentage were always compliant, obedient without question, eager to please, and both kept themselves in top physical shape and perfect cleanliness once they familiarized themselves with my estate's facilities. I had never tired of either one, perhaps because they were always eager to be used, creative in their use, and invariably seemed grateful I had chosen them for my pleasure. In discussing my satisfaction with John, who as a dealer had a great deal of experience with all types of slaves. He said such owner satisfaction was not atypical with bred slaves. Of course, both of my slaves have been bred to order at slave breeding farms - one in Malaysia spawned to suit the whims of a billionaire who wanted "living art" statues for his estate; one in Africa procreated to have a jet black shiny hide with white hair and a magnificent body sporting huge genitals..
On many occasions, I had loaned one or both of the boys out for use by my friends and business acquaintances either for a single bedding down here at the estate, or overnight or weekend use at their own residences. All had returned the slaves enthusiastic about the services they provided so willingly and with such obvious delight - most offered to buy whichever slave I had loaned them right then and there, asking me to name my price! But I had always refused no matter how much they offered me.
Their use as "gifts" or just a friendly loan grew by popular demand and after a few months, one of the boys was usually lent out as a "gift" or an act of friendship almost every night. With such usage, I thought they might get worn down after a while - often a different user with different demands every night - but such was not the case. If anything, they seemed to thrive on such heavy usage: their demeanor was even more cheerful and bright; their physiques became even more spectacular, and their arousal levels actually increased over time. Now, both slaves could be erect almost immediately upon either verbal command or even the mere sight of a new 'temporary master,' no matter what they looked like, how old their were, or what they had in mind in using the loaned properties..
It was my estate steward, himself a slave, who first came up with the idea. My steward was an older slave I had owned for years. I had first acquired him to serve as a young bed buck, but I only used him infrequently for sexual service now that he was older. But he had proven to be as adept in handling slaves as he was in pleasing me in bed. Consequently, whereas I normally sold off slaves who had lost their youthfulness, I decided to keep this slave and make him my main overseer since I now owned approximately 35 slaves in one capacity or another. Slaves did everything at the estate from landscaping the estate to cutting the grass to keeping my cars spotlessly clean and in perfect maintenance to cleaning the manor house to digging new sewer lines to cooking my meals to serving as waiters and bath attendants to, of course, meeting all my sexual needs. My steward made sure every slave I owned was worked hard; kept in perfect physical shape (through a specified diet of individually measured slave chow, rigorous exercise routines, adequate sleep, and enforced cleanliness); disciplined harshly but appropriately at the slightest hesitancy in obeying a command or even failing to anticipate the master's wishes, forgetting to thank the master for any correctional punishments or for being sexually used, or ever working at a task with less than his maximum output (usually with the Mylar slave whips I preferred which hurt terribly but seldom lacerated my slaves' smooth hides).
By this time I had insisted all my slaves be fitted with thick, tall welded collars where the slave couldn't lower his head but could only move it from side to side which featured leash rings front and back; 2" metal tit rings fused through both tits; metal bands at least 1" wide soldered tightly around the base of their shaft and behind their ball sac; and all had permanently tagged right ears with the inscription "Property of................." along with my address and phone number. The neck collars, the tit rings, and the genital bands all were designed so you could attach a leash readily to any one of them - all the slaves I owned were leashed at every opportunity one place or another, dependent on the degree of control desired. Following the societal custom, all of my properties were kept nude at all times and all were groomed to my specifications alone (be it hair style, body shaving, mustaches, beards, etc.), so each slave was well aware my property would be decorated as I decided. The overall effect of all these control devices was that anyone owned by me could never forget, even for a moment, that he was a slave - nothing but owned property no different than any other animal sold in the open markets. Each device helped a slave achieve rigid self-control and assured he maintained an attitude of total compliance at all times.
"Master, since your two new pleasure slaves (the mixed breed and the black with white hair) are so popular with your friends and business acquaintances, I'm sure you've thought of the great profits to be had if we made their bodies and considerable sexual skills available to a wider audience," the steward said softly, on his wide-spread knees with his head lowered as much as his tall collar would allow and his genitals fully displayed as I almost always saw him, the required stance for any of my slaves in the presence of their master.
I paused as if I were reflecting. The truth was I had never thought of such a thing, but the idea sounded interesting - and profitable.
"Yes, of course, steward," I replied. "I've been mulling over the pros and cons."
"Yes, master, there are some problems with such an arrangement, master, but most can probably be overcome with proper supervision, but, as no doubt you are way ahead of this lowly slave in this area, master, there are considerable cash profits some of the boys could be bringing in each and every night."
"What are the problems as you see it, steward?" I asked.
"If you rent the boys out, their renters would have to be screened, master, as I'm sure you already knew, master. Most reduced to renting a slave for their pleasure would be of the poorer classes, master - probably so poor they couldn't afford even a single slave to take care of their needs. Such renters would certainly want to extract their money's worth from the slaves and would use them heavily I would think. This, as I'm sure you're already figured out, could be controlled by rigid time limits placed on each slave's rental. And then, master, a few renters might damage your property with excessive discipline - discipline administered for their own pleasure rather than as a teaching instrument. Whipping or beating a slave near to death just for his own pleasure is, of course, master, an owner's prerogative and certainly legally justified, but a renter doing this would probably irreparably damage your valuable property, master. And, master, no telling what diseases some of these lower class renters might have - all your property would have to be carefully gone over upon return and treated if necessary, master - perhaps the worst among such renters could be screened out long before they rented any of your property, master. Lastly, master, there is the question of payment - I'm sure you would demand payment up front, master, rather than risk extending credit to such people, or worse yet, master, being stiffed by these customers of your stock."
"Yes, all of those are problems, steward, but, as you suggested, they are not insolvable. On the positive side, what thoughts have you had?"
"Master, there are many positives. First, you could easily charge $100 an hour for most of your property's usage with $400 for the whole night with a single user; $600 with multiple users. That, I understand, master, is the going rate for quality slaves nowadays who are well trained, as your stock certainly is, master, under your tutelage. If we rented 5 or 6 slaves you didn't care to use yourself every evening when they are though with their assigned chores, that would bring it no less than $600 a day and possibly over $2000 and wouldn't cost you a penny extra in that they have to be fed and housed anyway. Over a year's time, master, that would increase your income by anywhere from $216,000 to $720,000 - not much, master, compared to your overall income each year, but still significant. If we increased the number of slaves up for rental to 10 to 12 every day, we would double that amount - a sum big enough to buy two or three new slaves if you so desired, master. Second, master, many of the slaves on hand aren't used enough in that area - some haven't been allowed to discharge in three or four weeks now, master, and it would be good for such slaves to utilize their balls more than currently and, of course, master, they would love being rented out if it gave them a chance to possibly get some relief in the process as, no doubt, at least with some renters who simply want a slave to suck off or stroke to ejaculation or to fuck them. Some of the renters would no doubt be free women looking for a likely stud to entertain them which would only enhance their chances of being allowed to discharge after they had completely satisfied their female user. And, master, all your slaves want to please you by making themselves more valuable to you - if they could bring income to you in any way, they would all be eager to do so - they are well aware your prosperity is their meal ticket and security blanket, master. And lastly, master, all slaves like to be admired for their bodies - it's all they have, master, even if those bodies do belong to you, master, and to have others parting with their hard earned money to buy the use of their bodies is a flattery that's very enhancing, master, especially so for a mere slave, master."
"Yes, steward, all the positives you list are certainly true. I'll put you in charge of organizing this enterprise since you will be in charge of it. I'll have a separate phone line put in for your use in screening the renters, contracting the slaves out and calling them in when their time of service is over. You'll also need that phone line to handle all the credit card transactions. All our stock, including my two favorite bed bucks right now - the mixed breed and the black with white hair - could be made available including yourself of course. Some people might very well be into a slave well into their middle years but still attractive."
"Yes, master. Thank you, master, for this responsibility and another way to be of service to you, master,' the steward said humbly, bending forward to place his forehead on the marble floor he was kneeling on.
"Steward, you'll need some supplies to set this up other than the phone line. Each rented slave going out should have a global positioning device attached to his collar so we know where he is at all times. You'll need a lot more cleansing agents, especially for all those rectal douches and enemas, more lubricant, and you'll need to figure out how to deliver and pick up the goods utilizing our own staff of chauffeurs, and you'll need the telephone device to charge their credit cards once you have obtained bank authorization. I suggest you rent the boys out much like they rent expensive cars - a credit card deposit held until undamaged return of the goods at the specified time and a full inspection of the boy before being shipped to the renter and before we accept him for return to the estate. You'll need to make up some advertising brochures of the new service with a full set of photos and full descriptions of all the slaves' various features listing your devoted phone number and make arrangements to have these brochures distributed to most of the eat-in clubs around town, the airport lounges, the major athletic clubs and events, and most bars and night clubs as well as hotel and motel check-in desks, and concierge desks in the luxury hotels. They'd all appreciate having a handy referral for their customers. I wouldn't bother with escort services - most of our slaves don't have the social skills or graces to qualify in that area and you'd have to dress them for that type of service, but I wouldn't overlook the local stud services. Those are popular with a lot of lonely women, some men who like to be submissive on occasion, and of course with all the owners looking for a stud with good features to keep their own female slave stock. properly impregnated and productive with the next generation of slaves. I assume all of our male stock cum is fertile, steward?"
"I assume so, but I can only prove it with about three-quarters of our stock, master - where they were either studded before you bought them, master, or where you have loaned them out as stud stock, of where you have sent them out to your own farms on occasion to stud, master. About a fourth of our stock, master, is virginal in that area, in that you have never put them to a women nor has any of their previous owners since they came of age."
"Steward, are you one of that one-fourth?" I asked.
"No master, as you have probably forgotten, I was sent three different times to one of your farm properties to stud a number of your female stock a week or so each time. I'm told, master, that I have planted the seed for over three dozen new slaves over the years. As recently as two months ago, master, you sent me and another slave - that extremely muscular Mexican with green eyes and humongous genitals - to another one of your farms for studding. I haven't heard, master, how those sessions turned out yet."
"Well, I'm glad you are finding ways of proving your worth to me, steward. That should be every slave's goal in life."
"As indeed it is, master," the steward said, growing visibly erect as he recalled his last studding sessions.
"I see you get excited from just the memory of the assignment," I laughed as I motioned for him to rise whereupon I grabbed his fully aroused prick and began stroking it.
"Yes, master," the steward said as he thrust his banded genitals into my hand to demonstrate his total compliance in my fondling of his body for whatever reason.
"Steward, don't rent out any boys I'm likely to want to use myself at that time, or any boys I might want to loan out to my friends that day."
"Of course not, master, but I'm not always sure, master, of your desires," the steward said as he moaned softly from my continued stroking of his organ.
"If you're uncertain, always check with me first, steward, but I would think by now you should know without asking in almost every case," I replied coldly.
"Yes, master, you're right, master," the steward said, a fresh drop of pre-cum appearing at his penis opening. "Did you want me to shoot now, master?" the steward suggested.
"No, steward. If I wanted you to give me your load now I'll tell you," I sternly replied as I increased the pumping of his shaft.
"Yes, master," the steward said, straining his muscles in his concerted efforts to control himself despite the fact his body was now covered with a fine coating of sex sweat.
"One other question, master," the steward gasped, trying to control his pending eruption.
"Yes?" I replied.
"When I'm rented out, who will be overseeing your slave stock, master?" the steward said with clenched lips as I continued pumping him.
"One of the gardeners is in his mid-thirties now and has been my property for at least 15 years now. I'm speaking of that huge muscular mulatto with the 12" dick we often send out to stud at one of the farms. Appoint him your deputy, train him in all he needs to do in your absence, and make sure he understands this great honor being bestowed upon him. Better yet, now that he's fresh in my memory, send him to my bedroom suite tonight around 8. I'll tell him myself before I fuck him so he can show me personally his appreciation, but you'll need to fill in all the details with him when I send him back for cleansing when I'm through using his body. I haven't fucked him in a long time - it will be enjoyable for both of us." With that, I let loose of his throbbing prick and wiped my hands of his dripping pre-cum off in his fine brownish-blonde hair.
"Yes, master. An excellent choice in that all the slaves respect the mulatto slave, master," the steward confirmed.
"Tonight, steward, I'll have the mulatto, my mixed breed boy from Malaysia, and my usual," I commanded. "All around 8 o'clock, steward."
"You've had that white haired black in your bed more than any slave I can ever recall, master," the steward smiled. "The only time you don't is when you loan him out to your friends and business partners or you've sent him out to the farm to stud. But most nights he's in your bed, master. And, of course, no matter where he's spent the night, I milk him and that mixed breed every morning for your breakfast cocktail, master. Don't you ever try of the buck, master? We have plenty of other very attractive slaves around that would like nothing better than to serve you in your bed, master."
"All my properties should be eager to serve me in any fashion I desire," I replied sternly. "That's their responsibility as my slaves. But that white haired black has we bewitched, I think. No other slave I've ever owned, including yourself back when you were his age, has brought me such pleasure. The slave is a natural whore of the first magnitude."
"We could all wish for such praise," the steward replied, even though he had been compared unfavorably with the black slave under discussion. "And perhaps learn from his example."
"Yes, he could teach all the slaves how to better please me or any other owners they will have over the years. Perhaps we should set up tutelage by him for those we're planning to rent out?"
"An excellent idea, master. He could do this new duty in the daytime when you aren't using him., perhaps?" the steward asked.
"Set it up. I seldom use him after he's had his morning milking until 3 or 4 in the afternoon. I like to give him plenty of time to recharge. But don't take him away too long. I enjoy having him around just to look at his magnificent body. He's sort of like a living statue to me. You know, no doubt, that the mixed breed slave's previous owner used him for just such a purpose, didn't you, steward? Over and above his duties in bed of course."
"Yes, master. Azsar told me about his previous master one time, master."
"Azsar? Azsar? Whose that?" I asked.
"That's the name his previous owner gave him, master, and you never renamed him so he just uses that name, master, if it is all right with you, of course, master," the steward replied, nervous that he had done something wrong in using the slave's name.
"I seldom see the need for slaves to have names. Steward, your name, tells me what you do - that's as good a name for a slave as need be. Anything else, like Azsar, is purely extraneous. I just call him mixed-breed. That's a good name. My black with white hair I just call the Cameroon black, although one night I called him Zebra because of his white hair and black hide. Tell me, steward, before I bought you, did you previous owner have a name for you?" I asked.
"You were my first owner, master, and I remained nameless until you made me your steward. But before I was a slave, master, I was named Bob."
"Good God! Thank God I named you Steward. Bob is a horrible name." I commented.
"Yes, master. Steward is much better, master. Although, as you say, master, most slaves don't need names. For ten years you just called me Stud Boy and I always knew who you meant, master."
"Well, that's what you were. No use pretending you were anything else, now was there?"
"No, master," the steward said, once again showing only semi-erect, his usual state when around his master.
"Well, enough of all this endless talk, steward. Get on with your new assignment and don't forget to send that mulatto up to my quarters around 8 o'clock freshly cleaned and oiled and completely lubricated for a good fucking," I laughed.
"No, master, as well as the mixed breed and the Cameroon slave, master," the steward smiled as he bowed in obeisance and backed out of the room to begin planning the new rental service.
Two weeks later the steward had all the arrangements completed. The brochures had been produced and widely distributed, the dedicated phone and fax lines had been installed, the slave staff had been fully trained by the Cameroon black with white hair to more than meet the expectations of their new clients, and all arrangements had been made with the bank to handle the credit card payments and deposit holdings. The slave chauffeurs were schooled in how to deliver the slaves in the estate's delivery trucks which had plenty of cages built into them for quick secure delivery of the slaves to and from those renting them, and the middle-aged mulatto who would replace the steward when he was pressed into service was fully trained as to his duties.
The opening day brought eight slaves rented for an hour each, four of which found a second customer during the evening, and two taking on four one-hour customers. Two more slaves were rented initially for the whole night. The second night was even busier, and by the end of the week it was obvious at least half the staff would be rented out at least for an hour or so each evening they were available. The cash flow guaranteed well over two million dollars income a year with very little additional wear and tear on the slaves involved. Especially pleasing was that it quickly became obvious that the slaves could be successfully rotated in and out of duty so the work load was distributed equally - customers seemed to find all the slaves appealing and no slave in stock got any more repeat customers than the others.
I had thought originally that five or six slaves that I particularly liked would get all the business and consequently would be quickly worn out, servicing five or six customers every single night. But that wasn't the case. Even the aging steward found himself in the back of that delivery truck at least two or three evenings a week, often being rented for the whole night. And the middle-age mulatto, the steward's new second-in-command, was in the back of the truck about every time the steward wasn't. The Asians were preferred just as much as the blacks; the demands for whites was no greater than for the other races, and hair color preferences were almost random it seemed. Of course, despite age, hide and hair color, all the slaves featured magnificent physiques, handsome good looks, very ample sexual equipment, a willingness to please (a characteristic of any good slave), and bedroom skills that reflected the very best training. I just never purchased anything else in my slave stock and most customers seemed to know that any slave I rented to them would be outstanding, no matter what peculiar characteristics he possessed.
The slaves enjoyed the new arrangements best of all. There was no way I could possibly bed them down like they needed to be - there were just too many of them - and the opportunity to serve as they'd been carefully trained was satisfying to them and offered them, in many cases, the opportunity to find some orgasmic relief instead of the swollen balls they often suffered for weeks and weeks before the new arrangements. Each rental confirmed they were desired not just by their owner but by other free people as well, and each service they provided gave them a chance to prove their worth to me by contributing to my wealth. They loved being owned by a rich and powerful man who could own hundreds of slaves and to contribute to that owner's further wealth enhanced their own sense of self-worth.
Within two months, it was obvious the new service was a big success. It would be extremely profitable, the slaves were enthused about being chosen for usage, and my reputation as an owner of a whole stable of beautiful appealing slaves began legendary. Of course, with all the new profits, I could easily add to my holdings whenever such beauties began available on the open market if I so desired.
"Steward," I said one day after the day's rentals had been arranged. "You have organized the rental service well. What I didn't anticipate was the frequent demand for your own rental. I congratulate you on both accomplishments, slave."
"Thank you, master," the steward said, kneeling before me as usual with his knees wide spread to best display his sexual organs and with his head bowed as much as his tall, thick collar would allow. "I too have been surprised at my popularity," he chuckled with some pride.
"Just goes to show a body kept in top condition and made out of good stock to start with doesn't totally lose its appeal with the advancing years," I commented as I ran my hand through his thick shock of hair, cut in a long pageboy style so it reached his shoulders. "Report to my quarters tonight at 9 o'clock, cleansed inside and out, and with a fresh coat of oil on your hide. I intend to see what all the excitement is about."
"Yes, master," the steward replied with a broad smile and a penis rapidly swelling. "I shall make sure you understand my appeal with my ardor this evening in your bed, master," he said proudly.
That evening he did indeed prove his appeal. When I had him first suck me, he took my shaft clear down his throat without hesitation and I marveled as his throat muscles closed around my prick and gently massaged it with his muscular contractions. Before I shot a load into his stomach, however, I withdrew and then fucked him, ordering him onto all fours for a good doggie-style fucking. He readily took the entire length of my shaft up his willing ass chute, but, once I was fully in him, began pumping it with his well trained ass muscles so that I didn't need to do any of the pumping or pistoning action myself. All I needed to do was just stick it in and enjoy! His chute was as tight as ever, thanks to the rigidly enforced exercise program. His body was tight and muscular without being over-muscled or grotesque. It was obvious he enjoyed being fucked - he moaned sensuously throughout the entire experience with his own large prick rock hard and dripping the entire time. At my moment of release, I clamped his neck below his tight collar in my teeth and bit down but not breaking the skin while my hands pulled and pinched his ringed tits. Just as I let loose with my first volley of release and my body jerked into full tension, he softly asked if he could shoot. When I granted my permission, I felt his nipples swell, his own body break out in a full sweat, and buckets of cum shot out of him onto the bedcover beneath us.
"Thank you, master," he gasped.
"For what, slave? Fucking you soundly or allowing you to shoot?" I countered.
"Both, master. Both. I'm thankful for both, master," he whispered as he struggled to regain his breath from his total orgasm. "Did I please you, master?" he gasped out.
"Yes, you pleased me, steward. I can see why those customers keep renting your body. But, now, slave, I want to see you take a good fucking with you on your back and your legs up in the air so my black slave from Cameroon can get into your ass all the way."
"Yes, master. At once, master," the slave gasped as he waited for me to withdraw and then quickly got on his back with his legs thrown back and ass tilted up for fucking as he had been ordered. Some of my cum was oozing out of his hole as he did so.
"Slave," I said pointing to the magnificent black Cameroon I had owned for the past year, "fuck the steward so he knows he's been fucked by the best."
"Yes, master," the black slave smiled at the praise. Without hesitation he placed his huge 12x5 phallus at the steward's open hole, shoved it all the way in with one lunge, and then began furiously pumping the large shaft in and out of the stretched and distended ass canal of the slave beneath him.
"Ah, oh, oh......ah..," the steward moaned as the huge shaft within him felt like it was going to tear him in two. "Thank you, master," he managed to gasp out as he wiggled his ass once again to try to accommodate the monster within him.
The wiggling was interpreted as an invitation to fuck harder and deeper by the black slave who proceeded posthaste to do just that. The black looked at his master, his neck stretched above his tight metal collar.
"Harder, master?" he asked.
"Yes, fuck him harder," I ordered.
"Yes, master," the black said, proceeding to increase his pumping into almost a blurring of hip movement. "I loves to fuck hard," the black yelled as he felt his own orgasm surging up within him. "You want I should shoot up his butt, master?"
"No, slave. No shooting off yet. I want you fresh so when I fuck you, you can get all excited and shoot off the same time I do."
"Yes, master," the black responded, happy that the master's plans included him shooting off at some time in the evening. "You want this slave I'm fucking to shoot off again, master?" he inquired as if he could control that some way or another.
"Yes, he has my permission to shoot off again," I replied, being sure to reassert my absolute control over my property in the answer.
"Yes, master," the black said, pounding into the steward's prostate by now. "It shouldn't be long now, master," he announced as he bucked in and out violently into the steward's wildly stretched hole.
He was right. With seconds, the steward bucked and jerked and another huge load shot out all over the black's muscled stomach and chest - all over the black's face - and dripping down where the two bodies met so the pumping took on a swishing sound. The black slave's face was dripping with the white cum and was sticking to his long eye lashes and thick eye brows. His pink tongue was desperately licking what it could reach and swallowing it promptly. When the body beneath him stopped jerking, he withdrew his huge organ and proceeded to slurp up all the hot cum from the body beneath him while the slave being fucked licked his own cum off the black slave's face, chest, and stomach. Finally, the two slaves cleaned each other's shafts, licking and swallowing all remnants of the intense fuck deep down their throats.
Both slaves simultaneously said, "Thank you, master," as they'd been taught long ago whenever their bodies had been put to use.
When I recovered, I fucked the black slave just as he had fucked the steward, but I took longer in the process, going slowly and enjoying each moment of it. After I had fully discharged once again into the black's rectum, I withdrew, and after he had properly cleaned my shaft and balls, I gave him permission to shoot - something he was most eager to do judging by his pulsating, dripping prick. With just two strokes of his fist, he aimed his output at the face of the mixed breed slave kneeling nearby who opened his mouth wide in anticipation. The black jammed his shaft down the mixed-breed's throat and shot load after load as the mixed-breed tried to swallow it in eruption after eruption, but failed. Some oozed out of his mouth onto his chin and chest and even his stomach forming a pool of slimy, steaming output all over the front of his body.
The slaves and myself all laughed at the surprised look on the half-breed's face as he continued his struggles to swallow all of the huge discharge.
"Early supper," I laughed, in view of the fact my slaves were only fed twice a day - early in the morning and when they were caged at night after completion of all assigned duties.
"Thank you, master," the mixed-breed said the minute he could stop swallowing. "It's delicious, master."
"Yes, I know, slave. I have it every morning for breakfast, along with your own output for added flavor," I laughed.
"Yes, master," the mixed-breed smiled. "Thank you for having the steward milk us every morning, master,"
"You should thank me, slave. Very few slaves get milked regularly like you do. Your balls never swell up with need like most slaves do."
"No, master, and I'm grateful, master," the mixed breed slave said with sincerity.
"Me also, master," the black slave added. "Me mighty glad you milk this property, master," he smiled broadly, his huge prick once again fully erect.
Before the night was over the steward had been fucked five times, the black slave had been fucked four times by me and the other slaves, and the mixed-breed had his stomach filled twice more and then fucked four times, mainly by the steward and the black. By midnight, I sent two of them back to the slave quarters for their cleansing, feeding, and caging. The black I kept in my bed the entire night, my prick buried all the way up his ass until I awoke about three in the morning at which time I withdrew and buried it deep down his throat commanding him to suckle me gently until told to stop. When I awoke again at five, he was sound asleep, breathing entirely through his nose, but still gently suckling me in his sleep like a cow joyously crewing on its cud. As I gently drifted back to sleep, I couldn't help but marvel at the slave's training and his always willing compliance with anything I found pleasurable. When morning came and I finally countermanded my command to suck, he offered me his ass whereupon I gave him a sound, prolonged fucking. As soon as I withdrew and the black slave was profusely thanking me for using him while he cleaned my shaft with his mouth, the steward hurried in to milk him for me. The mixed-breed's contributions to my morning cocktail had already been collected, he announced as he pointed to my cocktail glass already half full and steaming. As soon as the black filled the glass to overflowing, he was led away to be cleansed inside and out, fed his breakfast, and then assigned his morning cleaning chores.
Another day had begun.
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments greatly appreciated. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)