FULFILLING THE FANTASY IV
by Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)
"Mark?" the voice on the cell phone asked. "John here."
"Yo, buddy. What's up?" Mark asked, instantly recognizing the voice of his long-time friend.
"I just found something on the internet that I think will send you into orbit!" John exclaimed. "Remember I told you we dealers have a global marketing network where wholesalers can list stock up for immediate sale on the internet?"
"Yeah, I vaguely recall that where's you originally spotted my white-haired black from the Cameroons that, as you know since you've helped yourself to his body every time you've been over here, has worked out so well. Some wholesaler in the Cameroons listed him, I suppose with a lot of others he had garnered up, was the way I recalled it," Mark said.
"Good memory, Mark," John said. "Well, that same wholesaler was listing some new stock today and guess what?"
"I don't know, John. Some piece of stock with two heads? A French octoroon? A female with three breasts? How the hell do I know?" Mark shot back. "At least give me a hint."
"All right. What's cold black with a magnificent body, has golden eyes and white hair, and is hung like a stud horse?
"That's easy, John. My favorite bed buck for the past year."
"Yes, as well as the most requested loan from your friends and certainly the most sought after rental boy you've got," John added. "Before you forget, Mark, I think I've worked my way up on the list for getting loan of that animal again."
"As if you didn't have hundreds to pick from each and every day. You're the dealer, John, not me. All you have to do is open a cage door, snap on a leash, grab a whip, and lead them to your bed any hour of any day, " Mark smiled. "I don't think I've ever bought a slave from you that you hadn't at least fucked or had them suck you or something before signing them over to me. One time you sold me this boy that you had fucked so hard the night before......"
"Oh, my God, Mark. You're not going to start on that old story again," John laughed. "Dealers do have certain advantages, I admit, but, God almighty, Mark, how many top prime stock are in your stable now? Fifty? A hundred? It's hardly like you're down to just one or two scrawny worn old holes for your enjoyment."
"Thirty five pieces of meat currently, John, if you're taking a census. But what in the hell did you come over here for other than hinting around you want to bed down that white-haired black boy again as a little gift from me."
"Mark, you won't believe it. That white haired black has a younger brother who I swear looks like his twin. When I sold him to you, I never dreamed there would be another slave ever bred like that, but, I'm telling you, a least two of them were bred. I checked with the wholesaler and, sure enough, the new offering is a fresh slave off of that same Cameroon breeding farm and he looks so much like your boy they simply had to have the exact same stud and brood."
"Hard to believe," Mark said, rather suspiciously.
"That's what I thought until I talked to the wholesaler at great length. He said at most of the breeding farms over there, they use a good stud from the time they can first be put to a female stock until their seed runs out or they can't get it up anymore and that usually isn't until they're well into their 40s - even for studs used as heavily as they are. And he said broods aren't usually assigned randomly to the studs when they need to be impregnated any more - there's too big a market for made-to-order slaves. So if a slave pup turns out exceptionally well or is highly unusual, its very likely they'll put that pup's stud to the same brood slave over and over. That way, you can get 15 to 20 copies of a particular type of slave with no more differences than you'd get between any set of brothers or sisters. Of course, with the fertility drugs they shoot their broods full of, there's a lot of twins produced at the stud farms, but this one isn't a twin - he's a younger brother. Next year's batch he called it."
"Mark, your slave was sold off some time after the civil war there. He was long past first marketable age and had already served stud for some time at one of their stud farms before I got hold of him from the wholesaler. So he must have been 20 or 21 before you bought him off of me. This younger brother is just 18, but he's been in full service since 14 years of age and served stud since he was 17 out at their breeding farm. That wholesaler always takes the best of the lot and keeps them humping round the clock for a year or so before he ever sells them off - that way he always has a plentiful crop coming up and he can still sell off hundreds each year."
"John, if all this is true, wouldn't my slave know if he had a brother or not, even if they are bred to order?" After all, you claim it was at the same stud farm."
"I would think, Mark. Let's ask the black bastard," John suggested.
"Well, right now he's out at one of my farms studding, but he'll be back in an hour or two. In the interim, let me extend my hospitality to one of the house slaves. See any that interest you?" Mark asked graciously.
"What's that over there cleaning the brass door handles?" John asked. "Is that the Serbian slave from Montenegro I sold you about two months ago? The one with the huge dick, even compared to your other stock?"
"That's him," Mark responded. "A good choice. He's got a special talent with his ass muscles - once you're all the way in him, he'll milk you like you won't believe."
"That is a good talent," John replied. "But what about that dusky slave over there running the vacuum cleaner? I don't remember selling him to you."
"You sell so many I'm not surprised you forget what stock ran through your greasy hands," Mark laughed. "That's the Brazilian boy you bought from some millionaire in Rio de Janeiro who had him as his bed buck from the time he was 14. You said he only bedded down teenagers and got rid of all his stock once they were full grown. You charged me a small fortune for him, but he's been worth it - that Rio millionaire had sure trained him well, though, so he's been worth it - he's got a mouth like velvet and loves to have his tits played with while his mouth is sending you to heaven."
"How does he take a fucking?" John asked.
"Loves it as far as I can tell. Despite serving as that Rio master's bed buck for years, he's still got an ass as tight as a virgin," Mark reported as he went over to the slave being discussed and motioned for him to turn off the noisy vacuum (which prevented him from hearing the discussion up to this point) and come over to his friend to be inspected.
"Yes, master," the coffee brown, well built slave said as he moved over in front of John and quickly put his hands in back of his neck collar, tightened his muscles to obtain clear definition, and thrust out his pelvis to make the inspection easier.
"Well hung," John commented as he wrapped his fist around the thick, long shaft which quickly stiffened in full erection. "And eager," John laughed
"Turn around, slave, and bend over. I want to see your hole," John ordered.
The slave immediately complied with the command and John thrust his index finger as far as he could up the slave's asshole and pumped it a little.
"God, he is tight!" John said delightedly. He quickly withdrew his finger, told the slave to position again, and then presented the finger he had used into the slave's mouth. Without any hesitation whatsoever, the Brazilian slave sucked the finger completely into his mouth and began vigorously sucking.
"God Almighty!" John exclaimed as he twisted his finger in the slave's mouth cavity. "No wonder you have him running the vacuum cleaner. His mouth is a vacuum cleaner all to itself!"
"I told you he sucks well," Mark said smugly, "but I hadn't thought of turning that talent into cleaning the floors and furniture."
"Let me look over the other slave if your offer still holds, Mark. I hate to not take advantage of your generosity while I'm here."
"Of course, John." Mark said as he snapped his finger and pointed for the other cleaning slave to position himself in front of his guest for display.
The Montenegron slave had a swarthy golden skin color, a hairless, obviously fully shaved body, beautiful black eyes with long curly black eye-lashes, and thick black eye brows matching a pencil-line black beard and matching well trimmed mustache which highlighted the boy's beautiful facial features -so beautiful and delicate he looked feminine until Mark had added the manly beard and mustache. His thick, black head hair was allowed to grow shoulder length, a defiant feminine touch which contrasted with his otherwise extremely masculine body, highlighted by a well defined, puffy muscular structure and, of course, the huge genitals John remembered so well, quickly reaching full size, now that he was aroused by the mere act of displaying himself to the guest (and the dealer who sold him to his current master).
John ran his hands all over the Montenegron slave's body, appreciating the large pectorals, the well muscled round butt, the washboarded stomach, and, of course, the slave's huge prick which he stoked quickly until several drops of pre-cum appeared on the tip.
"Serbs make such beautiful slaves, Mark, even if they do have to be body shaved to get rid of all their natural body hair. They always bring a premium down at my dealership even if most aren't hung like this boy is. And they take to slavery well it seems. Never had a customer return or complain about a Serb I've sold them for whatever purpose, although, due to their looks, most of them are sold off as pleasure slaves, of course. Would be a waste of good slave flesh otherwise."
"Which will it be? The Serb who is going to cum all over the place if you don't let up stroking him or the Brazilian who sucks like crazy and has a tight ass? Take your choice. You have at least 30 minutes before the Cameroon slave gets back from studding," Mark asked.
"Can I have both, Mark?" John laughed.
"Fine, but can you use both in a half hour?" Mark laughed back.
"Well, I can sample the goodies, at least," John said as he grabbed both slaves by their erect pricks and led them to the guest bedroom where he had stayed many a night.
"See you in a half hour, John," Mark laughed as he watched the butts of both slaves bobbing up and down as they dutifully followed John leading them by their pricks into the nearby bedroom. "Have fun!"
The black slave returned from studding duty within 25 minutes and Mark went to the guest bedroom to get John. The Brazilian slave was busily sucking John while the Serb was still on his hands and knees, white cum running out of his asshole.
"I just finished fucking the Serb and the Brazilian boy is cleaning me off now, Mark," John said as he withdrew from the Brazilian's mouth with a loud pop and quickly put his clothes back on.
"Thank you, master. Thank you for using us," both slaves said, realizing their use was over.
"Slave," Mark snapped at the Brazilian still swallowing the cum and ass lube he had sucked off John, "clean all the cum off the Serbian slave. I don't want that dripping all over the floors."
"Yes, master," the Brazilian slave said as he crawled over on his knees and promptly began licking all the warm cum running down the Serbs legs and then over to his hole which was still oozing cum, sticking his tongue well up into the hole to cleanse it thoroughly. The Serbian slave spread his knees wide apart to open his hole as wide as possible for the rimming and moaned in ecstasy as the tongue flickered in and out of him.
When that task was quickly finished, both slaves stood up and quickly returned to their cleaning assignments as if nothing unusual had happened, which indeed was true in their case as all slaves owned by their master were always "on call."
"Good boys," John complimented Mark.
"You sold them to me," Mark responded. "They better be!"
Both men quickly returned to the black slave in the entryway kneeling with his head lowered as far as the tall slave collar would allow. His prick, still fully erect even after all the studding duty, was prominently thrust forward for full display between his wide spread knees due to the genital band tightly encompassing his entire package.
"Slave, did you have a brother back in the Cameroons?" Mark asked.
The black slave looked confused, but then seemed to understand his master's question.
"Master, I just a slave. Born a slave and always be a slave I suppose. Slaves like me bred to be slaves, master. Bred slaves don't have family like free people. Whoever owns is a slave's family, master. But there were slaves at the breeding farm that had the same stud and brood as I did, master, so their output would be kind of like a brother in a free man's family, I suppose. At the stud farm, there were at least eight pups out of that same stud and brood, master, all male pups they were, master, so you could say I had seven brothers, master, that I knows of."
"Then there would be others likely to look much like you, slave?" Mark continued.
"Yes, master, those other pups looked just like me as far as I could tell. About one a year until the war and I got sold to the wholesaler, master. Probably more than I knows of, master, because they just keep breeding until they drys up. May be 15 or 20 pups out of that stud and brood by now, master, looking just like me mostly."
"The slave dealer here has run across a slave boy that looks just like you but he's only 18 years old. Is that one of the pups you remember before you were sold off?"
"If'n he look like your slave here, he probably be one of those pups, master, from the same breeding stock. When they put me to stud over there at the breeding farm, those pups out of my seed not be full grown yet, so it not them," the black slave added. "Be a few years yet, master, before that output marketed." the slave continued with a note of pride in his voice. "I put to stud with lots of slave women, master, because my seed take fast in them, master."
"Well, that settles it, Mark," John said. "The slave up for sale would have to be this slave's brother - that wholesaler that's listing him handles all the slaves from the breeding farm this slave here is from originally."
"What if I bought another slave looking just like you?" I asked the Cameroon kneeling before me, his prick still partially erect.
"Another slave from that breeding farm I come from? From the same stud and brood that birthed me, master?" the black asked.
"Yes," Mark answered.
"Be good, master. He be a good slave like me, master, and he work hard for his owner, doing anything his owner wanted him to do, master. We just bred slaves and bred slaves like to please who owns them more than anything, master. That the way we brought up, master."
"He'd be as pretty as you are, slave," Mark warned.
"Yes, master, but I more experienced than him now, master," the black slave said with a grin. "But I teach him to please you, master, don't you worry. I teach him good, master."
"Buy the bastard, John," Mark instructed. "Get the best price you can and then have him shipped over. When you get him, have him fitted out just like this slave here - same collar, tit rings, and genital band. Then bring him over in your delivery truck with his papers.
"Thanks for the business, Mark. I'll just charge you my usual 10 per cent commission and throw in the fittings and delivery free of charge. Charge it to your Visa account?"
"Make it 8 per cent - you won't have to feed or cage him long like most of your stock."
"It's a deal," John said smiling as he turned and left to make the arrangements.
Mark ran his hand through the tight curly white hair of the black slave kneeling before
him.
"While you down there, you might as well suck me off, slave," Mark commanded.
"Yes, master," the slave replied enthusiastically as he eagerly leaned forward , unzipped his master's fly, and then swallowed his master's organs in one gulp before massaging them with his tongue as he suctioned up and down the rapidly growing penis of his owner.
As he was working away, Mark studied the slave's handsome face and his distended throat muscles busily squeezing and massaging his now fully erect shaft.
"Don't you ever wear down, slave boy? You've been studding all afternoon and now you're sucking like you haven't had sex in a month," Mark asked languidly, enjoying fully the slave's ministrations.
The slave shook his head, his mouth stuffed at the time. But he did manage to gasp out "No, master. Likes pleasing master," before all communication was cut off as he again lowered his mouth all the way to the base of his master's shaft.
When Mark shot load after load down the slave's throat, it was swallowed in gulp after gulp and when he had emptied into the slave's throat all that he had, the slave promptly licked him completely clean and then gently reinserted his organs back into the trousers and carefully zipped up the trousers, before resuming his kneeling position in front of his master.
"Thank you, master," the black slave said sincerely the minute he had completely cleaned his master. But his look of absolute devotion to his master said more than his words. It was obvious he loved being called upon to service his master and took pride in doing so.
"Report back to the steward, slave. I'm sure he has some gardening chores lined up for you and you've probably been rented out tonight. If so, you'll need to get your exercise time in before you're prepared for your rental, slave boy."
"Yes, master," the black slave said happily as he rose and backed out of the room, his lips still smacking as he digested the last remnants of his master's cum. "Thank you, master," he said as he excitedly mulled over the fact his body might be rented out again tonight - an adventure he always looked forward to.
John had called that the newly purchased slave was ready for delivery and, yes, he did look exactly like the slave currently in Mark's possession - just a little younger looking was the only difference. Mark told the dealer to deliver the slave immediately - he'd be waiting at the front door.
Within minutes, John's delivery truck arrived and a standard slave cage was unloaded, completely filled with jet black flesh. When the cage door was opened and the quick snap of the driver's lash urged the slave within to crawl out and display himself, Mark was astounded. The slave, at first sight, looked to be an identical twin of his Cameroon black complete with the white hair cut in the exact same style, the strange golden-hued eyes, the hairless body adorned with the bright metal tit rings and genital band, the tall tight collars Mark liked on all his slave stock, but most of all the magnificent muscular body, the handsome face, the huge pectoral development, and, most striking of all, the massive sexual organs.
Mark reached down and hefted the sexual organs in his hand, marveling at their size. He felt them begin to swell instantly until they were quickly fully erect just from the heat of his hand. Like his brother, this slave was huge and obviously just as eager to perform.
"He's a real looker, that one," the driver said as he got Mark to sign for the delivery and handled over the bill of sale and ownership certificate. "Bigger than a horse too, looks like," the delivery man commented. "You don't see slaves like this one too often, sir," the driver added. "You must have paid plenty for this piece of meat. Way out of my league."
"Yes," was all Mark said, cognizant that an unskilled delivery man hardly made enough to make ends meet, let alone have money left over to buy a slave - even an ugly, old slave. Like most unskilled men without education, inherited wealth, or specialized training, he was in the position of having to offer his labor in open competition with slave labor who could certainly be trained to drive a delivery truck. Such competition kept wages extremely low as long as slaves were so plentiful on the open market, especially slaves used for manual labor who were usually common looking, even unattractive in some cases, muscular and well built due to all the labor required of them, but usually not exceptionally well hung. Mark felt sorry for him. Any day, even this job might vanish as a relatively cheap slave replaced him who could be worked at least 16 hours a day, seven days a week with no vacations.
"Would you like to handle him?" Mark invited the poor delivery man.
"Yes, sir. That's mighty nice of you, sir," the driver replied as he quickly put the empty cage back on the truck's power lift gate and then scooted the cage back into the truck. "Never had a chance to finger a black before, sir. Sure appreciate the opportunity." He then ran his hands completely over the new slave's black hide, taking time to pinch his ringed tits a little and then hefted the slave's balls with one hand while he placed his other hand around the slave's thick shaft and began pumping it.
"Don't see many this big, sir," the driver commented as he continued to pump the swollen penis. "Don't worry, sir, I won't unload your slave," he added as he quickly let loose of the slave's shaft and then ran his hand over the slave's rounded butt and then up his back muscles. "Yes, sir. Prime meat, this one, sir. I don't know what you paid, sir, but, whatever it cost, it was worth it."
"What would you do if you owned it?" Mark asked out of curiosity.
The driver let out a huge belly laugh. "Why, sir, I'd fuck it half to death each and every day if it belonged to me - that's what I would do!"
"A sensible answer," Mark replied as he placed a nice tip in the driver's hand, indicating he should leave now.
"Thank you, sir. Much appreciated," the driver said as he quickly left. "And, sir, you enjoy that good looking piece of black meat you just bought," he added cheerfully, "as much as I enjoy your tip money. Not too many buyers think to tip the delivery man. Mighty thoughtful of you, sir."
Mark summoned the steward to have the black Cameroon slave working out in the gardens to report to him in his study off the main hall. Within a few minutes, he entered the room and knelt with his eyes lowered. When Mark commanded him to look up, he stared at the newly delivered slave in utter shock.
"Master!" he exclaimed before he realized he had spoken without his master's permission and quickly looked down again, expecting to be punished.
"Slaves should never talk until given permission, slave," Marl admonished him. "Tell the steward to give you five extra lashes tonight before you're caged."
"Yes, master. Sorry, master," the black slave replied contritely, readily accepting the earned punishment as his just due, painful as it would be with that new type of whip that hurt three times as much as the whips used back in the Cameroons.
"But now I want you to speak, slave, even though you still don't speak English worth a damn even after being over here at year now" Mark continued. . "Is this one of the pups from the breeding farm in the Cameroons we were talking about a few days ago? One who had the same stud and brood as you?"
"That one of them, master. Next pup out after me looks like, master. Just like looking in a mirror, master, except him a little less experienced looking, master."
"Well, that's what he is then, slave. Since he doesn't understand a word of English yet, I'm going to turn him over to you to take down to the slave quarters and get him all cleaned inside and out and show him the cage the steward assigns him and where he will be fed and then I want you to start telling him what he will be doing here and what his new owner expects from him. You understand?"
"Yes, master," the older slave said happily. "I teach him good, master. But, master, I wondering - what you want this new slave to do here so I can tell him proper like, master."
"That's easy. He'd be doing the exact same things you do - chores here at the estate as directed by the steward, exercising four hours a day to keep his body in perfect shape, pleasing me in bed when I want, servicing my guests and business associates, studding down at one of my farms when he's needed there, and getting rented out at night or over the weekends once he's settled in. Nothing unusual - that's all," Mark answered.
"Thank you, master. That easy. I teach him what you want really easy, master. He be ready by evening, master."
"That fast?" Mark laughed.
"Yes, master. We bred out of same stock. We know what to do just because we bred to be good slaves to start with," the older slave said with pride. "Besides, master, I helped train this slave for pleasuring back in the Cameroons. They had me fuck him plenty and had him suck me a lot to teach him what bed bucks expected to do well, master."
"But.... but... that slave's your brother!" Mark exclaimed. "You fucked your own kin."
The older black looked perplexed for a moment.. "Slaves don't have brothers, master. Their family is their owner, master. This boy here just a slave like any slave, master. He just like me - just a slave, master. Slaves get fucked by anyone their owner wants, master, and slaves fuck anyone their owner wants. That's why this new slave and me are both good slaves. We brought up that way, master."
"But that's no different than animals," Mark said disgustedly.
The older slave was not insulted at all by his owner's reaction, but instead smiled broadly.
"Yes, master, that's what we is, master - animals. Slaves just animals like a horse or a cow, master. We even bred like animals, master," the black slave grinned. "All slaves know they just animals, master. We bred slaves told that from the day we was birthed. Even slaves that were free once know they just animals now they slaves, master," the black continued. "What else would slaves be if they weren't animals, master?" the black asked his master sincerely.
"Well, I don't know. So be it," Mark said as he handed the new slave's leash to the older slave and watched both of them back out of the room, their heads lowered in respect. After all, Mark thought, as the black slave said, slaves are just animals. He certainly couldn't refute that. If they could accept being just an animal so easily, he didn't see why it should bother him. He bred his own slaves just like others bred their cattle, goats, and sheep. What was the difference?
"Oh! Be sure to tell him about the punishments we have in store for slaves that forget their manners, like talking with out permission. Five lashes tonight and don't you forget, slave."
Yes, master. Five lashes, master," the older black replied as he led his leashed brother to the slave's quarters. Thank you master."
Around nine that evening, Mark summoned the two Cameroon brothers to his bedroom suite. He ordered the older slave to fuck his brother doggy style so he could study the new slave's face as he was being fucked. As the huge organ slide up his butt, the younger slave moaned ecstatically and churned his butt muscles around the invading shaft.
"He like this, master. He say he kept cuffed so he couldn't unload since he shipped from the Cameroons and he wanted to get off bad, master, but I wouldn't do it for him unless I had your permission."
"No, of course not!" Mark commented. "He's been rock hard ever since you entered him which shows you're right - he does like a good fucking."
As the fucking continued in intensity, the slave mounting his brother looked pleadingly at his master. "Mighty eager to shoot off, master."
"Oh, all right, but plunge into him as far as you can so he's fully stretched before you do and if you've got to bite something, make sure it's just his collar, slave."
"Thank you, master," the older slave said as he promptly increased both the tempo and depth of his pistoning. Within a couple of minutes, his teeth clamped onto his brother's collar, every muscle in his magnificent black body tensed, and, with ragged breathing, he deposited a full load into his brother's hole which instantly began leaking out around the edges of the fully stretched hole. But simultaneously, the body beneath him began spurting all over the floor until the steaming hot cream formed a large pool beneath him.
"No one gave your brother permission to shoot off," Mark said as he reached for his whip. "Didn't you tell him he can't unload unless his master says so?" as Mark smacked the butt of his older slave resoundingly.
"No, master," the slave gasped, reacting to the severe pain from the whip. "Forgot to remind him, master. But will explain it to him so he won't forget soon as you finished with us, master. Thank you for correcting me, master."
"Well, I suppose you would assume he'd been trained at least that well," Mark said understandingly as he refolded the whip. "Withdraw now and lick your mess off that's oozing out of your brother's butt and tell him to lick us his own mess off the floor and then I think I'll like him to service me with his mouth - you tell him that since he can't understand me yet," Mark instructed as he lifted the younger slave's head up until he had eye contact, pointed to his mess on the floor and then pointed to his own organs.
His brother quickly cleaned him, explained his master's new commands, and then knelt over in a corner quietly while his brother quickly slurped up every drop of his own discharge and then swallowed his new owner's entire organ in one gulp and began churning his throat muscles to "milk" his master.
The new slave was obviously extremely well trained and when he was finished, Mark ran his hand through the new slave's curly white hair, fastened his leash back to his tightly fitted thick collar and handed the leash to his older brother.
"Both of you. Back to the slave quarters and clean yourselves up. It's about feeding and caging time."
"Thank you, master. Thank you." both slaves said in accented English.
"Well, he's already learning a little English," Mark smiled. Already he was glad he had arranged the new purchase.
TO BE CONTINUED
Comments always welcome. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)