Kansas City Holding Pens

THE KANSAS CITY HOLDING PENS

by Bill Smith

Once slavery was firmly reintroduced globally, the market was initially handled almost entirely by relatively modest regional dealerships. These small operations typically offered local stock who had been enslaved through court sentencing (usually for drug-related offenses, criminal activities, or unpaid debts), those whose birth mother was a slave herself at the time of the birth, private sales of children under 18 by destitute parents, or a few shipped in from other areas (usually through bartering with dealers in other towns through a loose network of slave dealers) to offer a little variety to the available offerings or to import stock unavailable in the local area (such as pure blacks in Minnesota, Nordic stock in Mexico, or red-headed Irish slaves in Arizona.)

But with the rapid globalization of the economy, such small dealerships simply couldn't compete with the international corporations specializing in human livestock. The huge corporations benefitted from mass sales (lower profit per unit), huge variety (almost anything could be quickly located and delivered in a reasonable amount of time), and firm guarantees with trade-in privileges smaller operations simply couldn't offer. Furthermore, the big multinational corporations could offer on the spot financing, trade-ins, body fittings and alterations on the spot at minimal cost, and, due to the universal training most of their stock had received in the huge slave breaking and training schools they operated, firm money-back guarantees on both health and behavior, a minimum usually being at least 90-day full refund and 180 day trade-in privilege at 90% purchase price.

Consequently, throughout the civilized world, 95% of all slaves were now bought and sold by no more than 20 huge corporate entities specializing in that area. Each of these corporations had inventories often exceeding tens of thousands at any given time, had well developed sources of new slaves so supply was assured, ran their own training schools, and had many more used slaves than new slaves available which meant they could offer a buyer any type at any price. Slave auctions, widely heralded, were not where most quality slaves were sold. Like cars, auctions were where dealers got rid of surplus stock, slaves without much sexual appeal, slaves with disabilities, and slaves worth little other than the labor that would be extracted from their bodies, e.g., draft slaves. But commodities a step above these "auction lot" slaves were invariably sold directly by slave dealers, much like new and used car dealers. Instead of car lots, they were labeled slave pens, since human commodities needed to be caged or at least corralled prior to sale, unlike their auto counterparts.

This story is mainly about two American slaves, one white with the slave name of Rosco and one black (actually a beautiful cocoa brown) with the slave name of Stud, now owned by one of these huge corporations, Slaveco, and their adventures over time. Slaves were always assigned an approved 'slave name' as part of their initial processing since slaves were never allowed names utilized by the free population (this was an important part of their new identity as slaves).

Both slaves were originally from Kansas City, Missouri and had been enslaved less than three months now. Both had been enslaved for penury, having run up huge credit card debts they had no way or ever paying. Following the usual procedure in such cases, the Missouri courts had ordered them sold to repay the banks for the credit they owed.

Slaveco's Chief of Procurement, a Mr. Archibald Nelson, had been one of the first corporate officials to visit the particular set of pens containing new slaves up for sale where Rosco and Stud were located - the pen labeled "Midwest U.S. Studs." He quickly scanned the new properties, all quite good looking, but paused when he spotted a very muscular young white boy, fully naked, of course, with a body freshly shaved just that morning, a heavy metal collar fastened tightly around his thick neck with the name "Rosco" engraved on it, a long, very thick circumcised prick partially erect and dripping pre-cum indicating a good-sized butt plug had been inserted well up the slave's bottom, and large brown tits topping off well defined pecs and a washboard stomach. The procurement officer indicated to the cage master he would like to examine the new slave more intimately. Immediately, a leash was fastened to the white slave's collar and he was roughly jerked out into the wide aisle outside his cage where the leash was handed to the Slaveco official.

"You make a pretty slave, boy," the official said as he pointed to a small bench conveniently placed in the hallway, indicating with his finger that the property under examination should stand on the bench. "Spread those legs far apart, slave, so I can examine your manhood," he ordered. It obviously never occurred to him the slave wouldn't obey with no hesitation.

"You respond well to being plugged, boy," the procurement officer commented as he wrapped his hand around the slave's semi-erect organ and began stroking. "It's not only stretching you for a slave's proper use, but it's keeping your organ reasonably hard so you display well. It might be well to keep a plug in you permanently, slave," he commented as he increased the milking action on the slave's penis, "even once they've got you stretched properly so you take to being fucked easily enough."

The white slave being handled blushed beet red as he was being masturbated stark naked by a total stranger right in front of anyone walking by . But he knew that slaves did not respond unless asked a direct question and so hung his head submissively and smiled as he knew slaves were expected to do when being handled like this. He had seen enough slaves around Kansas City over the past few years to know slaves were expected to tolerate such treatment as a matter of course.

"It's obvious you've been around slaves before, boy, or you probably wouldn't be demonstrating such good voice control. It's good to be quiet like a slave should, but you realize, boy, that most likely your new owner will need to clip your vocal cords, like we do most of our slaves owned by Slaveco before selling you on," he laughed. "Very few owners are interested in anything a slave has to say and clipping their chords saves a a lot of training time in that area. New slaves always have a tendency to talk about when they were free and that's a topic no owner is interested in, believe me." Mr. Nelson, the procurement officer, continued to stroke Rosco's huge organ, now fully erect and copiously dripping, as he continued. "Some people, like yourself, have proven you just can't ever make good decisions for yourselves and invariably end up as slaves where all the decisions are made for them. That's what most people call 'natural slaves' and you and most in these cages here holding the new slaves are clearly in that category. Your lives from now on will probably be much happier for you - your only mistakes now will be in not obeying your master instantly and completely in all things. Don't you agree, slave?"

"Yes, master," the attractive slave said, gasping as he tried to control shooting off in Mr. Nelson's hand without permission. All the endless handling, and even the three complete milkings earlier on today by potential purchasers, did not prevent him from becoming totally aroused once again under the procurement official's expert fondling and, unconsciously, he felt his hips began to buck a little as familiar feelings of a pending orgasm took over. "Master, master," he pleaded with his eyes as he struggled to maintain control over his body. "May I shoot, master?" he risked verbally.

Mr. Nelson's hand shot out and slapped him soundly across his handsome face. "Certainly not, Rosco. It's way too early in the day for anything like that, boy, as all the slaves down here in the pens should understand."

"Yes, master," the slave being fondled said softly, noting that the severe slap had the effect of temporarily diminishing his ardor and he was once again back in control of his body.

"Are you completely flushed out and properly lubed?" Mr. Nelson asked.

"Yes, master," the slave answered.

"Very well, slave," the procurement officer said as he handled the collar leash to the slave himself. "You know where the trial usage room is, don't you?"

"Yes, master," the slave admitted with his eyes to the ground to hide the dread and shame displayed there.

"Go there right now and place yourself by the bed on your knees with your mouth open ready to shallow my prick clear down to its roots. After you've got it rock hard and lathered it good, I want you positioned on the edge of the bed there with your belly down and your ass opened wide for a fucking you won't soon forget. I'll be there just as soon as I grab a cold beer at the bar. I always like a cold beer when I get into serious fucking."

"Yes, master," the handsome slave said as he took the end of his own leash in his hand, tucked it into his collar as he seen done by countless other slaves in similar circumstances over the years, jumped down from his stance on the bench and trotted off to the trial usage room, his rampant swollen prick and huge balls swaying as he walked. As he entered the small "usage" room at the end of the hall, he wondered how big the procurement officer actually was when he was fully excited and how quickly the company official could be satisfied in the use of his body. If he were lucky, Mr. Nelson's phallus would be only average in size and his libidinal needs could be quickly met with one good sucking off, or failing that, one mercifully short fucking. He knew that, as a slave, he would need to fully satisfy the potential buyer no matter what he wanted, or suffer the consequences which would be far worse than anything Mr. Nelson might do to his body this afternoon, no matter how intense or vitriolic.

In the cage next to the handsome white slave was another slave sentenced into slavery the same day and for the same offense. Labeled 'Stud' as his slave name, he too was a Kansas Citian. The new slave was young, extremely muscular, exceptionally good looking, and well hung. About the only difference from the slave now headed to the trial usage room was that this new slave was a deep brown color with bright blue eyes and close cropped well trimmed black kinky hair. Like his caged colleague 'Rosco', he too had been circumcised and was body shaved below his eyebrows. The brown slave gleamed with a fresh coating of body oil, however, to highlight his muscular build and was now fully erect, perhaps due to the fitting of a temporary leather collar around his huge genitals so that they protruded obscenely away from his shaved pubes. Like his white partner, 'Stud' had been freshly flushed out and thoroughly lubricated in his ass chute prior to installation of a long, thick butt plug, now well within him, a procedure which left the handsome brown boy with little doubt as to what his body was to be used for if any potential buyer was so inclined. The cage-master had also already had 'Stud' fitted with tit rings in both of his large brown tits and even had him fitted with a temporary large nose ring which simply, but painfully, clamped onto the septum inside his nose. That done, one of the slave handlers hooked a leash to his genital band and led him by his balls to another trial usage room where he was unceremoniously leashed to the headboard on the room's bed, leaving no doubt that a potential buyer similar to Mr. Nelson was interested in far more than a cursory handling out in the hallway. As he was leashed to the bed by his genitals, he felt humiliated and completely embarrassed. He knew slaves in Kansas City were usually fucked somewhere down the line, but so soon? And so impersonally? He felt like a animal being led to a breeding shed. But, Stud quickly reminded himself, isn't that what slaves are? Animals? Livestock for sale to the highest bidder? He ruminated that when he had seen slaves being fucked in public by their owners ever since he was a child, he had thought little of it, never dreaming he might end up a slave himself some day. Now that he was a slave, why should he be surprised he was leashed to a bed awaiting a good fucking by anyone even remotely interested in buying him?

The brown slave was so preoccupied with his plight that he hadn't noticed a potential buyer was already in the trial room comfortably seated in a chair on the other side of the bed who didn't even bother to look at the potential purchase as he was led in and fastened to the bed by his balls. But 'Stud' quickly sensed he wasn't the only slave in the trial usage room. Kneeling in front of the chair with his face buried between the potential buyer's legs was a beautiful pure black slave, his well defined back muscles in clear evidence as the slurping and swallowing sounds left no doubt as to what he was doing to this possible buyer. Eventually, Stud heard the potential buyer grunt, arch his back sharply, and jam his pelvis as far as possible into the black slave's mouth, holding it there until it was evident he had been completely drained by the slave's mouth nursing his organ. The black slave's throat muscles, clearly outlined, were in constant motion as the slave suckled the potential buyer and swallowed every last drop of the man's discharge. Finally, after cleaning the man completely and even carefully fastening the front of the potential buyer's trousers, the naked slave crawled out from between his legs and, his gigantic equipment fully hard, knelt beside the possible purchaser where his tits, as well as his curly short hair, were easily available for the man's play.

Stud, leashed to the bed by his balls, was struck with the black slave's uncommonly handsome features - he seemed to be the "perfect man" by most anyone's definition, projecting an air of total availability and eager subservience to anything desired by his betters. This slave had thoroughly assimilated that his greatest asset was his body and that asset should be turned into advantage every chance he got. It was a model not lost on the newly enslaved brown boy Stud. He had been around slaves located all over Kansas City for years now and knew a slave's attitude was everything - it made the difference between a happy, contented slave that found the comfort of their master's favor both in and out of bed, and an unruly, disliked slave that quickly found themselves sold off to the horrors of the mines or the rendering plants. Studying the black slave and his quivering prick so proudly displayed, Stud vowed to mold himself into the perfect pleasure slave, like the black just a few feet away, that would bring top dollar at any marketplace and a good master that would appreciate his qualities and take care of him.

"You, slave," the buyer directed as he addressed the black slave beside him. "Go over to the slave on the bed and have him suck you all the way down until your prick is all wet and slimy. Then I want you taking his plug out and fuck the new slave with everything you've got - and make sure he's positioned so I don't miss a thing. After you've opened him up good and left a good load of your cum in him to make him all slick and comfy, I'll take a crack at that ass of his. I don't mind mixing slave juices with my own in what I expect to be a tight ass anyway despite that big plug jammed up his asshole. You understand, black boy?"

The black slave grunted positively, all that he could do since he had been muted only a few weeks into his own slavery, now dating back nine years when he was just 15 and first prepared for the auction block back in his native St. Louis on the other side of the state. Without delay, he stood up to his full six feet, walked the few feet over to the bed and, with little ceremony, grabbed Stud's head with one huge hand, reached down to the new slave's balls with the other hand, and, opening his own mouth widely to show the brown slave what he wanted, began roughly squeezing the new slave's balls until Stud opened his mouth as wide as he could and swallowed the black slave's huge prick as far down his throat as he could on a first attempt.

"Um...Um," the black slave responded as he pumped a few more inches into Stud's facial cavity until the hapless new slave began choking and gagging from the huge intrusion down his throat. The black's left hand squeezed Stud's balls even tighter, knowing the slave sucking him couldn't scream with his mouth stuffed full, and, with his right hand, began twisting one of Stud's tit rings until the tit turned bright purple and pain shot through Stud's body in all directions from the sensitive pap. The expert manipulation of Stud's body by the black slave paid off: his throat muscles opened and the black's huge prick slid down fully until it was completely swallowed although Stud could no longer breathe and his own prick, just seconds ago limp from the pain racking his body, was now fully erect and dripping from the nipple stimulation. Within 45 seconds, Stud felt load after load of hot cum sliding down his throat into his stomach and just as he felt he would pass out for lack of air, the huge organ down his throat detumesced and he could breath once again although the organ had not been withdrawn.

Stud wondered why the black hadn't withdrawn his organ and then remembered that he was to completely coat it with a lather of his own saliva so the black could fuck him easily. He filled his mouth with spit and twisted the pole around in his mouth, lathering it completely as the black slowly withdrew, his huge pole already beginning to swell back to its full size.

Once the black's prick was totally withdraw and literally dripping with Stud's mouth lather, the black slave motioned for Stud to lie on his belly with his legs stretched wide apart so his hole was fully exposed. The black slave pulled and tugged on the butt plug until it came out of Stud's hole with a loud plop. The black placed the plug on the bedside table and scooted Stud's body around until the forthcoming ass fucking was at the perfect angle for viewing by the potential buyer who had ordered this demonstration. He hunched over Stud's hole, his huge black prick once again fully erect and quivering in need, and then looked at the buyer for approval to commence the fucking. The buyer smiled and the black jammed the first four inches into Stud's hole and paused.

Stud, being from the Kansas City ghettos, was hardly a virgin, having sold his ass a few times before he was enslaved when he needed some quick spending money. But this black slave's prick was something else again. Even the first third of it in his hole sent shock waves throughout his body as its huge girth stretched his canal like never before. Despite himself, he moaned audibly and issued animalistic grunts as he tried to adjust to the black invader snaking up his ass.

"Quiet, slave," the buyer laughed. "It's barely in you yet and you're squealing like a pig. At this rate, you'll be bellowing like a bitch dog in heat by the time he's fully in you."

"Yes, master," Stud groaned between clinched lips as wave after wave of pain swept over his body from the sudden ass stretching.

"OK, slave," the buyer pointed to the black mounted over Stud's ass. "Stop horsing around and start some serious fucking. All the way in, black boy, and hump like your life depends on it," he barked, "because it just might, you know," he threatened.

The black slave nodded vigorously with his head, unable to speak due to his mutilated voice box as he plunged his huge shaft completely into the brown slave beneath him, who screamed in agony as he felt he was being torn in half. Once in, he began plummeting Stud's hole vigorously, taking his huge penis almost all the way out and then plunging it to the bottom on each stroke. Before four strokes had been completed, Stud was bleeding; by eight strokes he was screaming uncontrollably; by 12 strokes he had passed out. Not being commanded to stop, the black slave continued raping Stud until he suddenly paused at the end of a stroke, looked beseeching at his master, and sounded out "Ple..e...ase, ma....ster, Ple....ase" the best he could with his clipped vocal chords.

The plea wasn't for the brown slave's sake; it was for his own. The black desperately needed to cum once again and that's exactly what the buyer also wanted - the black slave to completely lube Stud's ass with his own cum before he fucked Stud himself. He nodded his head at the black who plunged all the way into Stud, held it, shuttered throughout his body and then, shuttering anew each time, arched his back five times as load after load was deposited into Stud's stretched rectum. He then dismounted and promptly knelt on the floor beside the bed, his huge muscles twitching with each post-orgasm shudder and his skin shiny with sweat as he again assumed the proper position for a well trained slave: back rigid with head bowed and chest thrust out, eyes to the ground, and with his hands in back of him with his legs wide spread to best expose his massive genitals, his drained balls now resting on the floor beneath him.

The potential buyer then ordered Stud onto his back with his legs thrown back over his shoulders with his legs wide spread to best expose his well-stretched hole, now oozing with frothy white cum and his own ass juices mixed with a little blood. Looking Stud straight in the eyes as he methodically fucked him over and over throughout the afternoon, the newly enslaved brown boy had one of the longest afternoons of his life. Fucked three times on his back by the buyer, he was then ordered to his stomach and fucked twice more by the possible purchaser, three more times by the black slave (now fully recovered), and lost count when he passed out as the potential purchaser crawled between his legs to start another round of assaults. He regained consciousness briefly only to remember when the black slave was carrying him in his huge arms back down the hall to the holding pens and then passed out again until he remembered the cage- master pushing the huge butt plug back up his torn and bleeding asshole once again.

When he finally regained consciousness, Rosco, the white slave kept in the cage next to him, was groaning in agony as he churned his ass around, trying to fit himself more comfortably around the ass plug inserted back in him also.

"You plugged again too?" Stud gasped out as he twisted his tender ass around the huge plug within him.

"Yep!" Rosco whimpered. "But that's nothing compared to what one of those corporate buyers did to me this afternoon. I'm surprised I'm still alive."

"You too, white boy? I thought at one point I had died, but I see I haven't," Stud said as he again tried to move around the thick rod inserted in his ass. "The buyer who tried me out is one well hung bastard, let me tell you, and he has a black slave up there in that room with him that's bigger than a donkey in heat but can fuck twice as long. By the way, they've named me Stud."

"They named me 'Rosco,' the white slave sobbed. Stud had never seen a white man crying before, but when he looked over into the next cage, that's exactly what he saw.

"Hey, Rosco, it will be all right. Tell Stud all about it and maybe you'll feel a little better."

"The corporate buyer, a Mr. Anderson, wasn't at all what I thought," Rosco sniffed. "I thought they would treat something they were interested in buying quite decently, considering he must have bought a lot of slaves for his company over the years. But it seemed like I was just a piece of fresh meat to him. He fucked me so long and so hard I couldn't even crawl out of his bed and I'm still bleeding a little. And he had me suck him off twice on top of all that so my throat is all sore and raspy. He's pumped so much cum down my throat I'm still burping it up and my throat feels like its been swabbed with acid, but I'm sure it's just because it's been stretched so much. And look at my tits! He worked them over until both of them are three times their normal size and bleeding. They're so sore I can't even lie on my belly."

But then the white slave boy looked up at the newly enslaved brown man in the next cage and gasped.

"Why, Stud! You've got rings in your tits and, your nose, it's been ringed." Looking down, he froze as he looked at the brown slave's banded genitals. "They've banded you!" Fresh tears shot into the white slave's eyes. "Oh, My God, they've turned you into a ...... a slave."

"The rings and bands may be just temporary..... for now, at least. But, Rosco ..... I am a slave.... and so are you, my friend. And slaves, as we both know so well, having lived in Kansas City all our lives, are commonly banded, ringed, fucked until they're raw and bleeding, and have throats sore and swollen from sucking the big ones."

"God, I'd forgotten... just for a moment. You're right, of course. Stud. What happened to us this afternoon is the common lot of the slaves here in Kansas City as we both know so well. If it's not one or another of the potential buyers that 'tried us out' this afternoon, it will be any one of scores of others." He broke into a fresh round of whimpers and tears.

"Well, Rosco, my new slave friend. Let that be the lesson then. All the other slaves we saw over the years adjusted, one way or another. They either learned to live with it or their body toughens to the new demands or they just will themselves to accept it. I don't know how they did it yet, but I damn well know I'm going to find out real soon. And, my white friend, I don't know of any slave that ever actually died from being fucked like we just were. I know they talk about being fucked to death, but I don't actually know of any slave who that ever really happened to, although it seems to me it should have if this afternoon is any example. But if they can adjust, so can we. We're just as tough as they are... and we have the advantage of being young and recently being free men."

"You think it's an advantage to remember being free men Stud? Especially free men here in Kansas City where so many are slaves? How so?" Roscoe boy asked, crying silently now.

"Look, white boy, we know they don't think of us as human anymore, just as we never thought of all those slaves we dealt with over the years as being anything but animals. We know how to meet a masters expectations,' honky,' because we once were the masters - well, not masters exactly, but at least freemen. They want unflinching obedience at all times and to think of ourselves as they think of us - as animals put on this earth for their convenience and pleasure. Act the part and we'll quickly grow into it," the handsome brown man advised, "despite the pain up our ass from these huge butt plugs and our bleeding nipples."

"My friend, this 'honky' thinks you seem amazingly clever for just a dumb 'nigger' trapped in an amazingly good looking body. I think you've hit the nail on the head in our case. We're slaves now, as those potential buyers so convincingly demonstrated to us in those trial usage rooms this afternoon. The faster we adjust, the happier we're going to be. It's going to take more than fucking us senseless to flick out our enjoyment of living. In fact, all that fucking just may be the very thing to get us going," the white boy smiled for the first time that whole day.

"Well, white boy, we Afro-Americans always claim you 'honkies' always like to get fucked, God knows, one way or another. That's probably why you bring top dollar on the auction block."

"Oh, my brown friend, I always thought we white studs brought top dollar because we had the biggest pricks, the most innocent faces, and the best bubble butts in town," the white slave chuckled as the tears began to dry on his cheeks.

"That too," the brown slave conceded, "but all of that is a dime a dozen if you just look around. White boys have no monopoly on any of those things. But we colored studs, on the other hand, have special qualities considerably rarer in even the biggest slave pens."

"Like conceit, hubris, a weird philosophy that turns a horrendous fucking into a wondrous learning experience, and bodies that just reek of good sex," the white slave said as he reached out through the bars of his cage and tried to hug his new found friend.

"Well, that too," the brown man said as he snuggled close to the bars of his own cage so his body at least touched his new white friend's leg and both drifted into an exhausted sleep.

SEVERAL MONTHS LATER:

All slaves up for sale in the holding pens were required to keep their bodies in top shape through strenuous exercise regiments as well as keep the pens spotlessly clean and odor-free. In addition, the slaves painted as directed and did other maintenance work around the entire sales operation. Each morning, they were required to shit and piss at the communal toilets, submit to a series of enemas so they got used to being "cleansed," bathe and body shave each other (slaves were not allowed to touch their own bodies at any time) in the communal showers, and then lubricate each others' anal chutes before each was fitted with their butt plug for the day. Following this 20 to 30 minute routine (speeded up considerably by a good handler uninhibited in heavy use of a whip until all slaves did all these things with maximum efficiency), each slave was allowed to kneel at a common trough where food and water were available but where use of their hands was forbidden. Hence, they had to grovel their faces into the trough to get the dry slave chow into their mouths and they had to lap up the water with their tongues from the adjoining water trays. For the first few days of a slave's life, this was done clumsily and with poor results. But chronic hunger quickly improved their skills and within a week most slaves had their eating habits perfected so they could fill their bellies in the short time allotted for eating and drinking. Watching slaves eat like this reminded the free observers of pigs swilling without all the noise and it was easy to forget that those they were observing probably once ate just like they did. But the slave way was so much faster! Since all slaves were kept naked, no time was wasted getting dressed, so within 30 minutes after awakening, a slave was ready to get to his work assignments and exercise routines with no interruptions.

Work was invariably "under the whip," with the skilled handlers laying it on heavily initially to establish their authority and reintroduce the slave to real pain early in the work day, then lightening up, and then gradually increasing the whip in both frequency and intensity to offset the inevitable fatigue interfering with the slave's maximal output. By the end of a long work day in the pens, the handlers had not allowed any slave to slow down in any way, although their reddened and bruised backs and rumps attested to the marvel of the "Motivator" Mylar whips they utilized - no lacerations, no bleeding, no scars, and no disfigurements to decrease a slave's resale value and yet intense (and totally motivating) pain was a constant experience for any slave under the new whips made out of the latest plastic materials.

Whereas, in the old days when rhino hide bullwhips were commonly used, slaves were profusely bleeding and torn to shreds at the end of end of a work shift, now their bodies were intact and ready for usage by whoever might want to use them - prospective buyers, the handlers, the guards, or, for those in the pens for a while, customers who wanted to rent them by the hour or for the whole night for the sexual pleasure the slave's bodies offered them . Most slaves in the pens quickly learned their bodies were going to be put to use in one bed or another each and every evening. But now the sheets were no longer soaked in blood before the night was half over; now the slaves no longer screamed in agony when asked to roll over or change position. Before long in the pens, every occupant learned to service others as part of their everyday life and their bodies quickly acclimated to the demands made upon them.

At the end of a day's work shift, the slaves were sent back to the communal hygiene facilities where their butt plugs were removed and once again they pissed, shit, bathed each other, and submitted their rectums to a thorough cleansing before relubing for the evening's activities where the pens transformed itself into a brothel of sort. Every slave in the pens was available to anyone with the means to pay a small fee for the use of that body. There were no holds barred as long as the body didn't show any damage when you were through with them. A slave could be had for fucking, for sucking, for whipping, for pinching, for giving a good fuck, for milking their balls dry, for playing with their nipples - anything that a renter might find interesting and pleasurable.

Freshly oiled, they displayed their bodies in numerous positions and poses to find a "user" which assured being fed before retiring. If someone choose them for use, they were led by their leashes to the appropriate apartment or suite with the sole purpose of doing everything possible to please their master(s) or mistress(s) for the evening. If they were successful, once their mistress or master was totally satisfied, they were led back to the holding area, fed like in the morning, and then caged for sleep. If unsuccessful in luring a user for the evening they were refitted with a "punishment dildo" of stupendous size for the night and led to their cage unfed. If they were chosen for usage, but failed to fully satisfy whoever chose them, they were administered 50 ferocious lashes with the Mylar whips on all parts of their body and then their unconscious body, unfed, was fitted with a punishment dildo and thrown into a cage for the night.

Just a few nights of not being fed led to rapid enthusiasm for being chosen for bed duty at night, no matter what was demanded of the slave in that role. And the punishment for not pleasing your user insured not only total compliance regardless of the acts requested but fervid eagerness to boot. As the chief slave trainer so succinctly put it, "Slaves should take an active role in their own degradation - it's the best type of training."

Most slaves had satisfied the users choosing them by no later than midnight and were soon caged back in their own pen after that in that few users wished to have a slave covered with cum, sweat, and ass juices stinking up their own sleeping quarters when they were through with them.

Then, promptly at seven each and every morning, another day began in the pens and the whole cycle repeated itself. It was amazing how rapidly the slaves acclimated to their new life in the pens and seldom did a slave, even those just introduced to slavery like Rosco and Stud, ever rebel, refuse a command, or display resentment. The penalties for such unseemly behavior were just too great to allow such frivolity. As the chief trainer in the pens so aptly put it, "An empty stomach and a steady whip teaches total compliance - there are no martyrs among slaves - at least not among the tens of thousands I've dealt with over the years. Even though they're just slaves, they're not idiots."

Rosco and Stud weren't idiots or martyrs either. Within a week they had "settled in" to their new life in the pens and by the end of two weeks saw themselves as nothing but slaves tolerated and fed as long as they exhibited total compliance and complete obedience to the demands of their masters. Their hole, now the property of some future owner along with the rest of their body, was being stretched each and every day, and being fucked was no longer the dreaded trauma it had been when they had first been enslaved some months earlier. Over time, sucking and taking a fuck was no different to them than taking a shit or pissing on command. It was a bodily function like all others, and, as such, they learned to take some pleasures in it comparatively: fresh warm cum tasted good to a hungry stomach; a nice long prick tickling your prostate in a solid fucking led to delights of its own, generally understood only by slaves regularly fucked by some big pricks; being fondled and stroked became a rare, but appreciated, gesture of affection so lacking in a slave's life who had no family, no support groups, no spouses, and no children of their own - only a master or a mistress they were desperate to "love" because only they could satisfy their basic bodily needs.

Rosco, who had been initiated by Mr. Anderson. the slave procurement officer for the Slaveco corporation, into his sexual duties soon had many other tutors and within a month had warmed the beds of almost all the corporation procurement officials, the slave handlers, trainers, and guards there in the pens, and many others, including some lusty middle-aged women, just renting him for the night.. Some of these users were gentle, others sadistic, some well built and hugely hung, some flabby and small where it matters. Some wanted to fuck their chosen slave, others were more interested in being sucked off. The female officers and a few of the males preferred for Rosco to fuck them, an unexpected treat he hadn't thought of when first introduced to slavery. Over time, Rosco found himself being chosen by mainly black men and white women and soon learned to pitch his appeal to them when being displayed.

Stud, in contrast, was primarily chosen by white users, both male and female. As an exceptionally fine looking black animal, everyone wanted to use him at least once for whatever fancy suited them and initially there was a furor over who choose him first for the evening. The compromise, of course, was that he generally had multiple users in a given night, one after the other, or, more commonly, being shared by two or more users in a given session. This was especially common among the women officers who liked to watch him fuck one of their colleagues while they viewed him in action knowing their turn using his body was coming up.

But, as time passed, so did his novelty, and by now his schedule was much like his friend and fellow slave Rosco - one user a night for a rather prolonged session. Two of the handlers in the slave pen were Scandinavian blonds who found particular pleasure in the use of handsome, black-haired brown-skinned slaves. To them, Stud, with his long, thick prick and lusty good looks, was the perfect bed mate and Stud found himself in their bed more often than not, often with both of them sharing his body. They particularly enjoyed filling both his holes at once and Stud knew the minute he was chosen by the two of them he would soon have his mouth stuffed by one's huge prick while his asshole was rammed by another's thick tool. Then, after shooting a full load into his body, they would switch and the whole routine would repeat itself - along with much chatter in Swedish, no doubt about his body and its hidden talents.

Both new slaves, Rosco and Stud, hardened to the new demands on their bodies. Just as their arm, chest, and leg muscles developed to meet the demands of their daily cleaning and maintenance chores, their ass chute stretched and calloused so, no matter what was stuffed up it, it no longer bled or felt like it was being torn apart and their throat's involuntary gagging and choking was soon conquered no matter how big a shaft they were told to swallow all the way down. Now, when another session of sexual usage was scheduled with whoever chose them, they no longer felt dread or apprehension - for the most part they viewed these demands on their bodies no differently than their daytime chores - it was just a task to be done and they did it without judgment or evaluation. They were slaves now and slaves were valuable properties that were there to make themselves useful - it was as simple as that and they stopped philosophizing or evaluating. Their main task now was to make darn sure they remained valued, not only by those running the pen and their customers, but by a potential new owner.

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Rosco and Stud had only a few hours to rest up and share information with each other after they had been recaged in the early hours following someone usage of their bodies in most of their remaining days in the slave pens. On their very first night as slaves in a dealer's pens, they had each been chosen by one of the corporation procurement officers to provide the sexual pleasures expected of all slaves in the pen, but especially the enjoyment inherent in the beautiful bodies of the two new slaves freshly caged there. But that was simply a initiation into their life in the pens. They certainly weren't the only slaves in the pens offering their bodies for usage each and every night.

In cages across the aisle from his, Rosco studied three black slaves that had been obtained by the dealer in North African markets and who had not found a buyer yet. Rosco found them especially attractive - over the months since he had arrived he had continually ogled their naked bodies when they were both caged at the same time and usually got a hard-on just looking at their beautiful muscled shiny black bodies, their handsome faces, and their magnificent equipment which had been on full display and almost always at least partially erect from the day they had first been purchased in the North African markets. When he and Stud were free (which they were until just a few months ago, but it seemed like a lifetime ago after their experiences in the pens) Rosco had especially enjoyed having the opportunity to watch black slaves being 'disciplined' and see them writhe in agony as the lash torn into their backside. Now, a slave himself in the pens, he really envied the handlers and guards here in the pens who, each and every night after supper, routinely snapped a leash to any one of the black slave's collars and guided them to their private quarters for some serious pleasure-giving, an option open to them at any time.

Stud had suspicioned that many European and Asian buyers, here in Kansas City on slave purchasing expeditions, were unfamiliar with black slaves. Consequently, they were initially wary of them and, although they enjoyed looking over every aspect of their bodies thoroughly when they were put up for display, shied away from actually buying the big black bucks so predominate in the Kansas City slave pens. The black slaves, worn out and sore from being fondled, poked, prodded, and stroked throughout the long examination periods in the pens, were disappointed they had not found a buyer yet and returned to their cages each night knowing they faced another long series of hard work assignments during the day followed by exhausting sexual usage most nights by the pens's handlers, guards, and rental customers. After just a few months in the pens and being used over and over during the afternoons by potential buyers and every single night by the pen's staff and usual customers, Stud was beginning to understand his sales market was limited, which made him all the more anxious for the opportunity of actually being sold to a permanent owner.

"Too bad our cages are separated," Rosco said to his friend Stud in the adjoining cage. "If we ever get caged with those black beauties across the aisle, I don't care how worn out I am, I'm going to enjoy them if they're up to it at all."

"Why should they let you use them?" Stud countered. "You're just a slave yourself now, Rosco. And slaves generally don't let just any old slave use them - especially a white slave that just a few months ago was a free man who used black slaves for your own pleasure as far as they're concerned. Be grateful the strong bars of the cages are in place - otherwise, they just might beat the crap out of you now that you're just a slave like them." Stud paused and again studied the black's huge cocks in the cage across the aisle, slowly becoming erect as they realized the two former free men were looking at them. "Or, looking at those huge cocks swelling to full size, fucking you to death given the chance."

"I keep forgetting we're slaves now, Stud," Rosco whimpered, "despite everything that's happened to us over the last few months. If being fucked half to death by the free men here in the pens didn't teach me a slave's status, certainly being mauled and being milked over and over in the pen's display stands until my prick was so raw and sore it hurt just to look at it, should have taught be what a slave's status is in this world. But, no, I'm still thinking like a free man occasionally even when cum is dripping out of my ass."

"It'll take time, Rosco," Stud counseled. "You know that. After all, like me, you've grown up watching slaves being broken in and trained and surely, if you learned nothing else in all those years, you must have learned it takes time for new slaves to adjust and buckle under. Give yourself a few more months and see if you don't settle in like all those other brand new slaves we've seen do it right here in the pens."

The blacks in the cage across the hall had certainly "settled in." Denied any sexual outlets of their own while servicing the pen's staff that had chosen them after dinner, the black slaves wasted little time in utilizing their cage mates to alleviate their overwhelming need during one of the few times they were not directly supervised. The minute the cage door was locked and the overseer walked away, they quickly sought out each others' openings, inserted their throbbing organs, and began to hump like primordial animals. What they were fucking was well lubricated by the residual cum of their previous users - the holes they entered were already well stretched. But the grunting and moaning emanating from their steaming black hides as they frantically sought relief was as honest and sincere as the howls of pure joy pouring out of their throats as, one after another, they emptied their swollen balls into their equals - black slaves there for the enjoyment of the holding pen's staff until they could be sold off as a "pleasure stud" to someone lucky enough to be able to buy them outright.

THE CORPORATE TAKEOVER:

What Rosco and Stud didn't know yet was that Slaveco had purchased the entire holding pen complex along with all its contents in one huge bulk sale. The slaves already in the complex would be put to work building vast new additions to the complex, turning it into one of the largest slave holding operations in the world.

Slaveco's corporate plan was to make Kansas City a hub center for its international sales featuring a selection of slaves unimaginable up to this point - a center where, literally, everything, for any purpose and any taste, could be found. Slaves from around the world would be shipped there in huge chartered jets, semi-trailer trunks on the interstates, intercity busses converted to slave transporters, and in their own freight airplanes of various types. A huge on-site hotel was to be built (by slave labor) to house the myriad of buyers from all over the world and Slaveco planned its own liveried limousine service (with slave chauffeurs) to and from the Kansas City airport, free to any and all out-of-town buyers.

Huge numbers of slaves would be shipped in from markets throughout Africa as well as from the many sources of slaves in Brazil, Mexico, Central America, most Caribbean islands, as well as markets throughout the United States, similar to the one at Kansas City before this huge expansion. These mass purchases would be housed in huge new holding pens, one for each major place of origin.

Hence, there would be the existing holding pen for "Midwest U.S. studs" and the current caged inhabitants there would be utilized to build each of the next holding pens unless they were sold in the interim. Before it was finished, scheduled to be completed in a mere six months if the whips held out and the existing slaves could be worked that hard, were holding pens for "African Manhood," "African Women," "Mideast Arab boys," "Arab women," "Far East Boys," "Pacific Rim Women," "Pacific Rim Studs," "European Treasures," "Mexican Boys," "Mexican Women, " "Caribbean and Central American Browns and Latinos," "South American Blacks," "South American Latinos & Light Colored Males," "South American Women - All Colors," and "Southern U.S. Blacks," "Eastern U.S. Whites," "California Men and Women," "Canadian and Australian Boys," "Wonders of China and Japan," and, finally, "Indian Men & Women."

Each of the 21 pens would contain over 1000 individual cages (so up to 21,000 slaves were available at any one time), have plenty of processing and cleansing facilities, exercise yards, trial usage facilities, and showroom/demonstration areas. Furthermore, each cage would feature a barred front with access door, a mesh floor for drainage of waste and easy cleaning, sun lamps for maintenance of a rich tan when desired, and mirrored walls and ceiling so a visitor could easily view all aspects of a cage occupant without having to remove the slave from his cage before deciding whether he wanted to thoroughly examine the caged goods. Furthermore, each of the pens featured a huge display cage at the front facing the common entrance where sample goods were displayed to anyone simply passing by on the sidewalks outside. Such display cages featured a plate glass front (with glass 1" thick for security of the goods enclosed) and mirrored floors, sides and ceiling to reflect all body parts of the caged inhabitants. Most pens made it a point to change the contents of the display cages daily so that casual sightseers had something new to lure them in each and every day.

Display cage occupants were generally body shaved below their eyebrows, heavily oiled, and all their body fittings polished prior to be exhibited. They were completely flushed before exhibition, accomplished with four enemas in a row right before being placed in the cage. Most display slaves had been denied any sexual outlets for a good week prior to being placed in the display cage so they showed hard most of the time and were frequently dripping while people stared at them through the floor to ceiling plate glass window. Once in the display cage, however, if slaves started to suck or fuck each other, little was done to stop them in that such sexual play was considered a good draw for spectator interest. The display slaves knew, however, that if they had a full discharge in such play, they would be severely punished when their display stint was over - they were to remain hard the entire time they were displayed. It was alright to fuck or get sucked, but only up to the point of an orgasm. Actually shooting off without permission was a one-way ticket to the punishment rooms, a trip no one ever wanted to repeat once they had been there.

For Rosco and Stud, this master plan would mean months of backbreaking toil making and then laying concrete blocks in constructing pen after pen, installing thousands and thousands of cages within the hastily constructed outer buildings, and installing the plumbing and wiring such facilities needed. The enormity of the undertaking was beyond their comprehension, but at this stage, they were unaware of just how much labor could be extracted from slaves with the new Mylar whips that produced unbelievable pain and an experienced overseer whose bonuses depended on getting the last ounce of energy out of the slaves under his yoke.

No matter where the slave stock originated, all in the Slaveco pens would be well-trained, well built, healthy, and totally compliance to any and all demands made by those lucky enough to own them. By market availability as well as the new center's location, a good portion of the available goods would be black slaves, but demand for blacks had been disproportionately increasing, so Slaveco was simply responding to buyer demands in part.

Slaveco's huge new international complex was named "Servi" in honor of an ancient major slave port, that, in its day, was one of the largest markets for black flesh in the entire Middle East. This seemed fitting in that demand for black slaves throughout the world currently was at an all time high based on black slaves' long standing reputation for big muscular physiques, large sexual organs backed up by unflaggingly quick and long-lasting sexual response, and, from African sources at least, a rapid, almost natural, acceptance of their slave status. Black slaves, especially those with handsome appealing features, were like their white counterparts in showing an eagerness to please their new masters or mistresses sexually - sort of a sexual pride that transcended race. All of these characteristics meant black slaves, not whites, often brought top prices in the Servi market, and Slaveco's purchases were perfectly selected for the market demands there. Slaveco planned to make a sizeable fortune when the slaves were sold in their new international mart.

The three blacks in the cage across the aisle sighed in contentment as they emptied their balls into each other until all were completely drained. As they snuggled together in their cage, preparing to use each other's bodies as pillows for their night's rest, they contemplated their future.

"I heard that blond procurement officer - he's the one that screwed me half to death this evening - tell his assistant that we were headed for some place called Servi," a handsome coffee- colored black said to the other two, his huge prick still wet with ass juices, cum, and saliva.

"Servi? Really?" exclaimed another black in the pen, this one jet black with a fantastic musculature, a beautiful face with blue eyes, straight hair, massive pecs with huge swollen tits, and an enormous phallus that was truly remarkable. "I've heard it's a huge new market that sells mainly black boys like us." His monstrous prick swelled even larger in his excitement.

"My last master, before I was sold and penned here, always wanted to go to a market that offered a huge variety of black slaves from all over the world. He said Kansas City slave pens were mainly filled with white goods and it was hard to find the really good looking blacks here. He said he was lucky to get a good looking boy like me here in Kansas City," the third slave added, a very light colored black with unusual brown curly hair, a beautiful smooth yellow tan hide, the usual huge sexual organs, and a well-defined "bubble butt" that distinguished him, but certainly added to his value. "If he knew what he was talking about, that would mean we should bring top dollar there."

"Yeah, top dollar means good treatment," the first slave smiled. "Masters tend not to damage goods they paid big bucks for - hurts the resale value."

"More than likely that's why most of us young and well built here in the pens were never deballed and have all our manhood intact, or had our backs torn up with the whip, or can still talk with our vocal cords left in us. We're worth too much to alter us for the individual tastes of the pen's customers who just rent us mainly. But, as we all know, that's what happens to slaves that are puny or ugly or small-dicked or don't take to their training or are getting old or are just worn out. We've all seen that happen to some slaves here in the Kansas City holding pens."

"Aren't too many of those in this pen," the second slave snickered. "The slaves I've seen around here would all bring top dollar - we're just lucky some of the officials here have taken a fancy to us or we wouldn't have the luxury of our separate cage down here."

"This fancy separate cage costs plenty," the light-skinned slave snorted. "Fucked every night until we can hardly walk and with our throats stretched twice their size swallowing all those pricks poked down us and with our bellies filled with cum by the time they're through with us - seems to me we're earning our keep."

"We better earn our keep, as you put it," the jet-black slave said. "Slaves that don't invariably end up being sold off as draft slaves or, worse yet, to the mines. Myself, I'd rather be fucked senseless round the clock than end up pulling a cart like some donkey down in the mines."

"Yeah," the coffee-colored slave added. "We're just lucky we're good looking and well- hung. Otherwise, we'd end up like the vast majority of slaves - working under a steady whip until you drop, then whipped even harder until you get up and start straining every muscle in your body. That's the life of most slaves. We're the pampered ones because we're unusually good looking, well hung, and have well-built bodies on us. All we have to do is keep our bodies in great shape, keep our good looks intact, use every skill we've learned to please our owners when they want to use our bodies, and make sure we're sexy and inviting as all get out every time they even glance at us. To me, whoring beats the alternatives no matter how you look at it. We're just lucky."

The jet-black slave responded. "I was in the mines before a overseer took a fancy to me and started bedding me down which led to my eventual transfer to the holding pen here. Believe you me, after a week down there in the mines, I prayed to God someone would let me be a whore. Now that I am, at least here in the holding pen, I hope that's what I get sold for - whoring. I don't ever want to go back to regular slaving - no way!"

"I'm with you," the yellow-skinned slave added. "If we play our cards right, that's what we'll get sold for if all this talk about an international slave mart is true. We'll need to get our bodies all polished with oil and then, at every opportunity, show off everything we've got to potential buyers. That means being hard all the time to show them how eager we are, flashing some mighty sexy smiles every chance we get, and inviting them to use us by thrusting our manhood right in the palms of their hands whenever we can within the limits of our chains, of course. And if they ask you to bend over and show them your ass, make sure they know you're tickled to death to do so, and make sure they see all of your nice clean hole, all wiggling and inviting with lube oozing out of it. If they fuck you or ask you to suck them off as a little demonstration of your talent, you guarantee it's the best fuck they ever had in their life. That's the way to bring a top market price and find a good home."

"We must be good to fuck or the handlers wouldn't keep coming for us," the coffee- colored slave thought aloud. "After all, they can choose from hundreds and hundreds who they want for their beds every night. And they end up choosing us a good deal of the time. That should tell us something - we must be good whores if they're any connoisseurs of black flesh."

"Maybe the buyers at this new international mart called "Servi" will prefer white slaves," the jet-black slave worried.

"No, my former master said Servi features loads of black slaves. He said that's what the buyers preferred."

"Good! I was afraid my black skin might lower my value - despite my many other attributes," the jet-black slave laughed, lifting up his huge sexual apparatus to make his point.

With thousands and thousands of slaves under the whip every daylight hour, the huge complex of holding pens named Servi was completed in record time. The huge international market, now 21 times larger than the original Kansas City operation, was exactly as the three black slaves has speculated. It was huge; it featured large numbers of slaves of all types and varieties (with blacks disproportionally represented) from all over the world; and it tended to offer only the top-of-the-line slaves with magnificent well-built bodies, youthful good looks, prodigious equipment, and completely trained for meeting any and all needs of their future owners.

THREE MONTHS LATER:

Rosco and Stud were each chained to separate display podiums in a vast outdoor bazaar where at least 1000 other slaves from the "Midwest U.S. Studs" pen of Servi were similarly displayed. Each was completely body shaved and glistened from the heavy scented oil smeared over their naked bodies. Each was chained by their ankle manacles to the stand itself, forcing their legs a reasonable distance apart and each was holding the standard slave display position: arms in back of their neck, muscles flexed, and pelvis thrust forward with their penises stiff and dripping. Their legs were at least 18" apart so that their sexual organs hung down freely between their legs and were easily accessible, especially so since the podiums they stood on placed their genitals at the right height for easy inspection. If a buyer was seriously interested, he motioned to a nearby attendant who unlocked the slave's ankle manacles so the potential purchase could hop down to floor level. There, the buyer could check out his teeth, run his hand through the slave's hair, check out the slave's facial skin smoothness, and kneed the slave's tits until they grew to full size. If his interest continued, the buyer was invited to test out the slave's reaction to serious tit squeezing, having the slave kneel so as to give a trial suck to the potential new owner, or bend over to display his hole, and if interest continued, to fuck the slave on the spot to test out tightness and anal muscle response while the slave remained in his bent-over position.

Everywhere one looked in the vast bazaar of 20 other separate pens just like this one - the "Midwest U.S. Stud" pen - all you could see were row after row of display podiums festooned with shiny totally naked muscular bodies (in some pens, like the "African Studs" pen almost predominately black), the drab business suits of potential Western purchasers, the colorful robes of buyers from the Middle East, the surprising number of women purchasers, and slave handlers eagerly pointing out the best features of the slaves being offered for sale that day. At ground level, other naked slaves were bent over being fucked (either by a potential purchaser or by a slave handler as a demonstration), or were posed upright as their mouths were probed, teeth counted, skin assessed, or biting their lips as their tits were fondled and squeezed, their balls hefted and kneaded, or their swollen erect pricks stroked to a full eruption. In this last instance, most of the handlers had little paper cups available so the full output could be measured, sniffed to ascertain its natural smell, tested for thickness and consistency, and finally, savored for its taste. Still other slaves were almost out of sight, now on their knees with their mouths stuffed full as a shaft pumped in and out of their stretched lips. Female purchasers hefted and weighed male slave's balls, stroked the slave's swollen pricks incessantly, and sometimes had the slaves on their knees licking their clitorises as they kneaded the slave boy's tits.

In the pens featuring female slaves, it was no different except fingers were frequently probing their vaginas, clitoris were being stroked, and breasts were being suckled. Most female slaves were well into a pregnancy, thus demonstrating their fertility and offering a soon-to-be- born slave pup as a bonus to their purchase price. [Such pregnancies were not random - each one had been carefully arranged by forced mating with a highly selected stud so a healthy, fine- looking offspring was practically assured.]

But male slaves were more in demand than females despite the fact female slaves could be bred over and over in the production of new slaves. Some male offerings, primarily those with exceptional appeal for fucking, were placed on the podiums on their hands and knees, their feet spread wide apart so that their genitals hung freely between their legs and were easily accessible along with their anal opening, winking at the buyers between the spread ass cheeks. Most had their ankles and wrists manacled to the edge of the podium to assure this appealing posture was maintained throughout the day, regardless of how much the slave's balls were squeezed by unknown hands, their shafts stroked to study their output, or fingers and handy dildos were inserted in their open (and certainly available) ass chutes. Indeed, racks of various sized lubricated dildos were usually installed on the sides of the display podiums for that various purpose. Slaves displayed in this fashion had a long day on their hands and knees: hardly anyone passed by without at least a quick squeeze of a slave's balls; many ran their hands over the slave's broad back and ass cheeks before settling in on fondling the slave's tits and prick to test for sexual reaction; and, of course, the slave's holes (both front and back) had fingers, huge dildos, fists, and buyer's pricks in and out of them throughout the day as buyers looked them over more thoroughly. After being displayed in this fashion, most slaves were in agony from being on their hands and knees so long without relief; had chafed and swollen pricks and tits from so much handling; and had ass holes sore and bleeding from the endless insertions, stretching, and friction as buyer after buyer personally evaluated how the slaves under consideration reacted to being fucked.

In all 16 pens of the Servi international mart featuring males , the costliest slaves , those both exceptionally handsome with well muscled physiques and appealing manhood as well as trained to perfection, were generally not restrained since they were usually the most eager to be sold and it was felt chains would only detract from their appearance. Instead, they were displayed showing every aspect of their bodies laying out on tables, sitting in divans invitingly, or assuming poses of their own invention to best show off their wares. This group of select slaves were seductive and certainly sexy, doing anything possible to attract an owner who would value and treasure them, knowing full well their body was their only real sellable asset.

Slaves of this price were generally displayed to others at every opportunity as a symbol of status and wealth, were frequently loaned out to favored friends and relatives, and generally were summoned to their master's or mistress' beds nightly. They were usually too expensive to be mere brothel slaves, available for anyone's use with a few shekels in their pocket, but the usage of their bodies was no less strenuous. By this stage of their training, they expected nothing less and felt themselves most fortunate to be blessed with a beautiful body that was their ticket out of a slave's common lot - backbreaking, exhausting work day in-day out in the out-of-the- way mines or on the plantations or building roads or a thousand other tasks freemen delegated to slaves once they were widely available. Before the day was over, this group of slaves too was frequently "tried out" - after the most minute bodily examinations, almost all of them could expect to be bent over being fucked; on their knees sucking; or being commanded to milk themselves. The buyers here at Servi's pens would not be expected to buy "a pig in a poke" and "trying a slave out" for themselves was considered a normal part of the marketing process, a process invariably urged on even the most remotely interested potential buyer by the aggressive slave merchants associated with each of the various pens. The traders fully understood it was harder to say "no" once you had "opened the bottle" as they put it.

As the day progressed, more and more of the slave offerings, not just the expensive unrestrained ones draped over tables, chairs, and divans, sported dried-up cum on their bodies as the little paper cups didn't catch all that had been milked out of them, had cum dribbling out of their mouths if they had recently been mouth-fucked by a potential owner, and most had cum dripping out of their asshole and down their leg as a result of some demonstration of their ability to take a good fucking. The dried cum was hard to hide on their shiny hides, especially the blacks. Despite everything that was done to their bodies, the slaves had been trained well enough to remember to keep smiling, no matter how ugly the buyer, no matter how much their body had been stroked, massaged, rammed, and fondled, no matter how tired they were getting from the strain of constantly holding themselves in proper display position.

Most of the slaves offered in the pens were purchased outright in that money wasn't the primary consideration and most purchasers were determined to own the body under examination that appealed to them. Slaves purchased this way were usually destined to end up in fabulous estates where high walls and carefully nurtured vegetation kept outsiders at bay and where the slave would find himself in the company of many slaves, all just as beautiful and well built as he was. Such purchasers generally were unbelievably wealthy and could afford any thing they desired. Their 16 to 21 year-old slaves were near perfect in all respects and were for ostentatious display as much as anything, although they would be sexually used several times each and every day - if not by their owner, then by their owner's family members, the numerous guests, and corporate "friends" who expected loan of the magnificent harem members as part of doing business.

Only those slaves who couldn't find a buyer after an extended period or who had aged considerably in the pens were put up for public auction, usually held no more than once a month where the refuge from each of the pens were gathered together and sold outright to the highest bidder. Such auctions often had good buys, but you all too frequently ended up with soiled goods, those the more discriminating didn't want due to some imperfection or poor training, those beginning to show signs of age, those getting worn out from overuse, those who weren't aging well in terms of looks, or those where overzealous training had left its mark of scarred, torn-up bodies and a dull, distant, and disengaged continence.

Unfortunately, by the time most of the slaves purchased were 30 or so, they would find themselves right back here at the Servco market, traded in on the fresh 17 to 20 year olds that most rich owners preferred. By then, their skin would be coarser, their tits stretched to three times normal size, and their balls often milked near dry. Their ass holes were sometimes loose and flabby despite all the exercises designed to retard this development, and it was hard for them to sustain full erections all of the time as they had when first purchased.

Such older slaves were evident even at today's opening of all the pens of the Servco international slave market, crowded with the huge unloading of the latest shipments from Servco's far-flung procurement sources. Although the older slaves' physiques were still outstanding (due to the constant enforced exercises) and their eagerness to be of service to any and all seemed unabated, their pricks were now semi-erect, their balls hung down markedly (all the handling had stretched the ball sac), and their handsome faces were losing their youthful appeal. Still, for the bargain hunter, they were a good buy as a bed buck: well-trained, very experienced, and with many a year left in them if you didn't demand the very best.

But the Servo pens offered so many that day that were young and appealing, the "used" slaves simply weren't competitive on the open market and mainly found themselves sold off as draft slaves, labor slaves for the plantations, or fodder for the mines. When these slaves gradually realized their glory days as pleasure slaves was now over and that they would have to earn their keep in more traditional ways, tears of regret and reality streamed down their cheeks as they desperately thrust their large organs out at potential buyers, trying one last time to sell their bodily asset. Occasionally, it worked and a buyer would snap them up, usually an older buyer less discerning as to what warned his bed at night. But more often than not, their pleas and entreaties went unheeded, and they were knocked down in lots of 20 or more to buying agents stocking plantations, the mines, or building contractors - all destinies involving a heavy whip on their backs and rumps, exhausting work from sunrise to sundown, slave chow measured to insure they were constantly hungry, and, almost invariably, denied any sexual outlets whatsoever in that it was felt such activities drained energy away from the slave's labor potential. Most would spend the rest of their lives in chains, their unshaven body filthy and unwashed, their penis infilbrated so even an erection was too painful to maintain, and with their hide more whip scars than skin.

There was even a "bargain hunters" pen within the huge slave bazaar - traditionally the southwest corner of the mammoth bazaar was reserved for slaves from a variety of sources around the world who weren't handsome, who were just average or below in sexual equipment, whose bodies weren't characterized by strong musculature, who weren't "cute" or "sexy" by anyone's standards, those well beyond their peak, and those who were practically worn out from overwork, prolonged neglect, advanced age, or, most often, overused. In other words, Slaveco procurer's mistakes. In this special pen a careful buyer could find real bargains. It was the section most middle-class people headed toward first who didn't have the means to buy the most attractive slaves but who could find, with careful selection, a slave who had a lot of work left in his bones and was still quite fuckable. Young people and the poor also headed for this section for purchase of a "starter slave" - a slave cheap enough to afford with limited means, but who could be traded in as soon as the purchaser's luck increased or his or her career took off. Most "starter slaves" ended up doing all the house cleaning, laundry, yard work, cooking, and cleaning the car during the day. At night, they faithfully met their owner's needs in bed, trying to grab a little sleep inbetween satisfying their new mistress or master. Such slaves were always extremely well motivated for if they could prove themselves in this role, they were practically guaranteed to be fed and have a roof over their head until the inevitable day when they were of no use to anybody and they were herded off to the rendering plants - a slave's final resting place if you could call being recycled into sellable body parts and processed animal food a "resting place."

Three slaves in the "bargain pen" were even now being carefully checked out by two rather poor black teenagers from right there in Kansas City who planned to pool their meager resources to buy a white slave they could share in bed between them. Each of the eager youths were taking turns jamming their fingers up the three light-skinned slaves' well-used holes and finger fucking them to test reaction. The youths quickly settled on one of the three slaves, a white man of Greek origins well into his 40s, and decided to test him more thoroughly, ordering him to bend over once again and brace himself for a deep penetrating fuck to ascertain "fit." For the remaining two slightly younger slaves (one a Kansas Citian of Italian extraction and the other an Iowa boy), a matronly widow of 55 was patiently waiting her turn to inspect them, obviously looking for a stud to fill her empty bed and help with chores around the house that would be affordable within her limited income Behind her in line were two Mexican 40-year-olds living right there in Kansas City, obviously poor judging by their worn store-bought clothing, who, like the black teenagers, planned to pool their resources to buy a slave that they could lease out for hard labor during the day for some extra income and still keep them drained and happy as a bed buck when he wasn't contracted out. They too were primarily seeking a white slave if they could find one they could afford.

Rosco and Stud, as well as the three black slaves caged across from them in the "Midwest U.S. Stud" pen, were all in the bloom of their youth and, as such, were expected to draw top dollar. Two of the blacks were already gone, purchased by wealthy devotees of black flesh. The jet-black with the huge prick was already onboard a private jet laying flat on his back with his legs clamped around his user's body as his new owner drilled into the slave's hole vigorously while simultaneously sucking on the black slave's tits. In the next few hours, he would be fucked repeatedly until the jet landed on the airstrip of his new master's private estate. There, he would join a harem of four others, varying in skin hues from light tan to cocoa to, now, jet black. All five would be exercised four hours a day under the whip to assure their physiques stayed in peak condition and that their musculature took on even greater definition for their master's pleasure. The rest of the time, day and night, they were available for use by their new owner, his eight sons, and his numerous guests who were always given full hospitality of everything at the estate, especially the slave properties. The slave's new owner explained the life ahead of him as he fucked his new property onboard the jet.

"You'll probably be fucked no less than five or six times a day," his new master explained as he plunged his prick as far as it would go up the slave's hole. "So you'll need to douche and lube after every usage so you're always fresh and ready to go. You are forbidden to shoot off without my express permission or unless one of my relatives or guests orders you to do so. That way, you'll always be ready for usage and interested in pleasing your user to the very best of your ability which is, of course, a slave's obligation. When you're not being fucked, you'll get a lot of mouth action, so be sure your sucking skills are kept honed and totally pleasing at all times. You'll be expected, of course, to always swallow all of the donor's cream pumped into your mouth and, if you spill even one drop, you'll be severely punished. After you service anyone, either up your hole or down your throat, you shall clean their tool thoroughly the minute they are finished with you."

He paused briefly as he arched his back, thrust his organ even further into the slave's hole, and shot load after load well up the slave's asschute. When he gathered his breath back, he began to withdraw his huge organ from the slave's dripping hole for the expected "cleansing" as he continued his explanation of the stunningly handsome slave's new life.

"Occasionally, one of my wives may wish to use you with my permission or one of my female guests. They generally want oral servicing or some studding to their exact specifications. You may not shoot off without being expressly commanded to do so while servicing the women so that your endurance in meeting their demands is not hampered in any way and you must remember to always do whatever they indicate to the smallest detail since women are particular in what they want from a slave stud. Any offspring of such dalliance would be, of course, a slave themselves and will be raised for market right on the estate." Again the slave's new owner paused as the black slave licked his shaft and balls completely clean, swallowing the last remnant of cum, and then humbly thanked his owner for his usage. "That reminds me of one last duty, slave. You'll be put to stud with the woman slaves whenever they've popped their latest pup and are ready to breed again or are being put to brood for the first time. You'll be used when we're desirous of producing some pure black pups for market if you're put to a black woman slave or perhaps a lighter shade brown slave by having you stud a mulatto female slave. Your offspring should be as good looking and well equipped as you are if we match you with a good receptacle for your seed. We've been in the breeding business long enough to be able to market around 100 18-year-olds a year now - all top quality animals and all bringing in top dollar at Slaveco's international mart in Kansas City where I bought you. That's where," he chucked as he pulled his robe down once again and ordered the slave to stand up and display himself, "a good deal of the money to buy jet planes and handsome well hung boys like yourself comes from."

"Yes, master," the jet black said as he again put his muscular arms in back of his thick neck, tightened his butt muscles, and thrust his pelvis out for convenient handling of his huge sex. He felt his master's cum leaking out of his hole and running down his legs, a familiar feeling to any slave halfway attractive. The lingering taste in his mouth and throat reminded him of how tasty his master's cum was as, once again, his balls were hefted and weighed.

"Still nice and full," his master commended, obviously pleased as he churned the slave's balls in his hands.

"Yes, master," the slave responded as he thrust his organs even further into his master's hands as a sign of his complete ownership by this new master.

The other slave sold earlier was the cocoa brown boy with the body that looked sculptured in its absolute perfection. Up until now, he had been named "Brown Beauty," but was nameless again until his new owner granted his new property a name to his own choosing, the right of every master. He had been immediately subject to four complete enemas, another body shaving, and a complete oiling of his skin before being jammed into a small shipping cage which was placed in the back of a large cargo truck along with 18 other cages, all filled with bodies just as beautiful as his own, but each a different color. A few cages contained blonds with blue eyes and suntanned white skins, a few others held yellow-tinted Asians, one held a flaming red headed boy with milk white skin, but the bulk of the cages held blacks of one hue or another - everything from jet black to creamy light browns with light brown hair. All of the cage's occupants had four things in common: (1) they were property now and forever; (2) they were all exceptionally attractive in both body and facial features; (3) they all possessed prodigious sexual organs; and (4) they were all rigorously trained to please even the most fastidious sexually and otherwise.

These traits were all necessary for where they were headed. A mere 12 hours away, in Houston, Texas, was a huge, ultra-luxurious resort catering to international oil corporations that wanted to offer their very best customers and corporate supporters a unique, but discrete, experience. Periodically, the resort needed restocking and the 18 caged on the truck were this year's fresh stock. The resort featured 2800 acres of carefully tended golf courses, swimming pools, tennis courts, the finest gymnasium equipment, sailing boats, yachting docks, and a selection of the finest restaurants. But those facilities, fine as they were, could be found in many places throughout the world. What made this resort uniquely appealing was its staff: slaves of the finest caliber, handpicked from the world's markets, trained to perfection, and totally available to any guest at any time. Although often assigned "other" duties, such as being a waiter, a lawn boy, a pool boy, a deck hand, a luggage porter, a valet, a chauffeur, etc., their beautiful nude bodies were always available for sexual use by the guests despite what other "duty" they may be assigned to at the moment. Initial training would be quick: familiarization with waiting, portering, gardening, etc., but their main duty was and would always be offering their bodies for the enjoyment of the resort's guests - in other words, serving as resident whores. That training, for all of them, was already complete or they simply wouldn't have been purchased by the resort. No slave caged in the truck expected anything less out of a new owner, whoever it was.

The brown beauty was no different and, as the truck loader (a slave himself judging from his collared nude body) explained their destination to the caged slaves, he quickly became fully erect in anticipation. He, like all the others cramped into the little cages, expected nothing else from their future lives and, as a result of their extensive training, had learned to enjoy being admired, fondled, stroked, milked, and fucked over the past few months. They now thought of themselves as whores and took pride in their new vocation. Any shame or humiliation from having their bodily charms exploited in this fashion was long extinct and had been replaced with an ebullience and pride shared by all the other properties, garnered from all over the world, headed for their common whoredom. His prick began dripping in anticipation of offering his body to the resort's exclusive clients. As a slave, he intrinsically knew that as long as he pleased the client's choosing his body, he would be well taken care of, safe from the vagrancies of the slave markets and their sales where you were never sure where you would end up. He breathed a huge sigh of relief at his good fortune, a relief evident in the other caged slaves as they smiled at the truck driver/loader as well as winked to each other.

"You slaveboys are going to get some heavy use," the driver/loader warned them as he fastened the last cages securely in the truck. "Some boys get fucked 10 to 12 times a day in addition to sucking some big ones. And some of the resort's guests liked to be fucked themselves, while others like a big pair of tits or a nicely stuffed pair of balls to play with better than anything. But you get used to it, I can tell you, and I never heard any slave complain - the whip and electric prods are too close for anything like that - but still, most slaveboys at the resort seem to settle in fast. I know I did - actually enjoyed it after a while. Don't give me those looks, you whores! Ten years ago I was every bit as good looking and appealing as any one of you slaves and could offer up a good fuck with the best of them at the resort. But time takes its toll, and that's where the resort is really great! If you've been a damn good whore, they tend to find other jobs for you as your body begins to lose its appeal a little. Me - I've been a supply driver for about three years now and I've got a home as long as I work really hard and don't cause any trouble. What more can a slave ask for, I ask you? Of course, all we get to do anymore is fuck the older 'retired' staff like ourselves occasionally when we get a chance, but compared to other slaves our age? Mighty lucky, we are, I'm sure you'll agree if you know anything at all about slavery today."

All the caged slaves murmured their ascent with some rubbing their huge erect organs against the bars of their cages.

"Here, here! None of that. It's alright to show your excitement, but don't any of you shoot off without permission, you hear?"

Those slaves not muted all said "yes, sir" softly in acknowledgment of the fellow slave's temporary authority over them and carefully made sure their rampant quivering pricks did not touch the bars of their cages, hopefully diverting any uncalled for eruptions while in transit.

The former "Brown Beauty," who had been caged at the Kansas City pen right across from Rosco and Stud, salivated as he looked at the near perfect bodies all around him and groaned inwardly as his balls, drained by prospective purchasers just hours ago, once again made their presence felt by swelling bigger and bigger in his need which seemed omnipresent since becoming a slave trained to pleasure others. His eyes blurred with lust as he thought of the years and years of whoredom ahead of him. His main task was to please others - that he knew - but he also knew he would get pleasure himself at times from his work. It was a future he cherished and was, as he had frequently thought over the past few years of slavery, his destiny! Why else had God given him a body like this and revealed to him the pure joy of serving others?

The remaining black, caged in the "Midwest U.S. Stud" pen across from Rosco and Stud, was still with the two former slave handlers awaiting sale. He gave the two former slave handlers near to him the 'high sign' since they were both muted now. [Those handlers would never be able to tell the world they had been sold by their boyhood gang, "the Blackhawks," to Servco when the gang needed to raise funds quickly.]

This slave, very light-skinned for a black, was disappointed he had not had a chance to say good bye to his two long time cage mates - they had been caged together for well over three months now in the "Midwest U.S. Stud" pen and had received most of their training as bed bucks together. Their time together was pleasant - it was good to have someone to share your reactions to the training with, and, eventually, they had learned to enjoy each others bodies after their use by the handlers and other staff was over each night. They hadn't been together enough to really form strong friendships which was typical for slaves in today's world, but they were friendly and accepting enough. Slaves never really formed strong bonds with other slaves - that would be foolish - because they had no control over their environment. They could be separated at any minute from "friends" by a quick sale, a whim of an owner, etc. Life as a slave was just a lot easier if you concentrated on preserving your sellable assets, served your master the very best you could to minimize pain and punishment, and tried to make yourself so desirable as a slave you wouldn't risk yet another sale to an unknown future. To a slave, the present was always safer than the future, although, with a harsh master, the future under someone else's ownership sometimes was perceived optimistically.

The three slaves (Rosco, Stud, and the light-colored black boy across the aisle) were lined up next to each other awaiting their presentation for sale that day.. The light-skinned black was purchased first. As he presented his body to the buyers as he'd been trained (remembering to assume a full display position as he slowly turned his body so all buyers could view all sides of him, always with a full dripping erection to show his potential sexually), the sales merchant speedily pointed out his age, background, training, and experience along with any special characteristics that might set him off from the other slaves in the pen.

"A bright colored black boy only 18, fresh from right here in Kansas City noted for its mulattos and quadroon mixtures. Trained for three months now to meet any master's expectations, you can see for yourself he's well muscled and very good looking. Disease free, he can keep that huge prick hard all day if you so desire (using his whip handle to lift the slave's penis for full display), and no matter how much you use this boy, he can be up and running for another bout in just minutes. Probably that black blood in him," the auctioneer laughed. "Fucking this boy is like a visit to paradise, and he's been taught to milk his user so you don't have to do all the work if you want," he chuckled as he motioned for the slave to turn around, bend over, and spread his ass cheeks. Instantly, the sales manager inserted the whip handle up the slave's well lubricated hole a good 6 or 7" as the slave gasped but never moved as the whip handle moved in and out of his hole as a demonstration. "You like this, boy?" the auctioneer asked routinely as he fucked the slave with the whip handle.

"Yes, master," the slave gasped out, remembering to turn his face as he replied and smiled broadly at his potential purchaser - a response practiced over and over in his specific training for presenting himself for sale.

When his anal skills had been quickly demonstrated, he was again ordered to a full standing display position with his hands in back of his neck and with his pelvis thrust forward to best display his fully aroused sexual equipment. With five minutes, he was sold at an astronomical price to a American businessman looking for an attractive and totally obedient houseboy he could show off to his friends and who would meet all of his needs whenever he wanted. Within two hours the newly purchased slave was in an airport hotel flat on his back being vigorously fucked by his new owner; within four hours he was wearing clothes for the first time in months and was onboard a commercial jet heading for New York City sitting next to his new master who played with his prick the entire trip when the lights were turned down. Within 36 hours, the slave was again stark naked wearing only his collar and a newly installed genital ring and was again offering the delights of his body - this time to several of his new owner's business clients who expected nothing less than the slave's usage as part of "doing business" with his master. His new life as a New York houseboy had begun and there was a familiar touch to it: he was very much a property of his new master; he was, and could expect to be in the future, totally naked save for his collar; and his body was used according to his master's whim at any and all times.

Next to be sold that very same day was Stud. His tawny brown skin had been fleshly oiled for the sales presentation and glowed under the strong lights focused on the podium where he was displayed. Despite several milkings he had received while on display, his shaft was again rock hard and dripping. Like the black sold before him, he was eventually ordered to bend over and display his hole whereupon the sales manager predictability "fucked" him with his whip handle to demonstrate his good training and willingness to please a new owner. Within five minutes, Stud too had a new owner: a Columbian drug lord who was looking for a American boy, preferably with a little color to him, to add a little variety to his "zoo" of four other beautiful male slaves he already kept caged in his mountain retreat - always kept completely body shaved, oiled, douched, lubed, and ready to be used by their owner, his seven sons, or the numerous underlings who got to pick out a "animal" as a reward for their loyalty. But the drug lord had other plans in mind for his little menagerie in the near future. On a remote corner of his estate, he was quietly buying up scores of young female slaves whose sole purpose would be as breeding stock. Stud and the four other zoo animals would soon be making trips to that remote corner almost daily until all the female slaves were in full foal with the next generation of slaves - slaves he wouldn't have to buy at exorbitant prices and so many of them eventually that he would be selling, not buying, this new commodity where profits rivaled the drug trade. Besides, Stud's new master mused as his new purchase was delivered to his side, leashed by his genital ring, it would be fun for he and his sons to watch the forced breedings - after all, the zoo animals were exciting to look at, especially when they were in full action. Stud risked looking back at the line of sales podiums where he knew Rosco would be to take one last look at his close friend, but a quick jerk on his leash made him gasp as his balls were squeezed and he was quickly led out of the pen's display room and into a small delivery van where a transit cage awaited him. He wouldn't leave that cage until he was unloaded in the mountains of Columbia where all of the villa's occupants fondled and stroked every part of the new animal's body in their initial admiration of the drug lord's purchase. Now muted, he would never see Rosco or any member of his family again or be able to tell anyone he once lived in Kansas City, Missouri.

Rosco was indeed the next to be sold. He had been on the display podium so long that the the cramps and aches of being positioned for hours in a full display position had worn off. As his muscular body and ample equipment was fully displayed, Rosco's background prior to his enslavement and his training experience once in the pen was explained, along with the glowing reports of those who had recently fucked him.

"Despite growing up free in Kansas City, this light skinned beauty knows all about slavery due to his excellent training here in the holding pen. He'll thoroughly familiar with everything that is expected of a well trained slave. He has responded very well to the excellent training he's received here. The trainers here assure me he is instantly responsive to a master's demands and understands his body is for the use of others. In fact, the pen's chief manager told me that he and all of his staff have enjoyed this slave in their own bed many a time and all found him most satisfactory, including, of course," and the sales manager twirled Rosco around and quietly ordered him to show the audience his hole by bending over and spreading his legs far apart, "this well trained hole," as Rosco felt the thick handle of the manager's leather whip handle forced well up his chute.

"Uh, uh..." Rosco gasped as the handle pumped in and out of his chute, about the only sound he could make anymore now that his vocal chords had been snipped just a few days earlier.

"See, the slave is beautifully trained," the sales manager concluded as he removed the handle and once again twirled the slave around to face the audience in full display position.

Rosco's sale was completed within four minutes. He was sold to a black tribal overlord living near the Saudi-Yemen border who had long coveted having a white slave at his disposal and who had flown in just yesterday to make such a purchase at the huge international market run by Slaveco. Rosco's new black owner knew he would be the envy of all those under his military rule and having a beautiful naked white "display" slave by his side at all times would add immeasurably to his status and prestige, especially when it was made obvious that the white slave served his master in bed as well.

As Rosco was led by his neck collar over to his new black master, the pen's chief manager, an official that had fucked Rosco many a time, suddenly appeared at his side. Congratulating the black overlord on his new purchase, he turned to Rosco.

"Serve your new master well, Rosco," the chief manager instructed as he ran his hand down Rosco's butt checks and inserted a long finger up his well greased chute as sort of a good bye gesture. "I'm happy you've found a buyer at last and are now on the road to a whole new life," he said without emotion as his finger massaged the slave's prostate causing Rosco to moan in frustration. "I've knew your new master many years ago when I was a slave procurer for Slaveco in the Middle East. Back then, I purchased many slaves from him for the Slaveco pens that he had either tired of or were given to him as part of his tax levy over the villages in his area. You'll find him a demanding master who will brook no nonsense from slaves, but he will offer you a life where you will be fed and housed and that is predictable as long as you do exactly as you are told. What more could a slave want from a master?" he asked rhetorically.

Turning to my new black master, the chief manager said, "Your new slave was my favorite bed buck during his time in the pens here. As a slave, I and most of my staff have found him to be most cooperative and an absolute delight in offering his body to us for our pleasure. He's been silenced, of course, so he won't bother you or your guests with any needless babble. I hope you find this white slave as satisfactory in your bed as I did in mine."

"Perhaps it's the American white blood running in his veins that makes him so satisfactory as a slave," the black master answered. "In my land, they claim American whites make the very best slaves."

"Well, this American white is yours now, my old friend," the chief manager laughed as he withdrew his finger from Rosco's hole and wiped it off in the slave's hair. "When you bed him down, think of me!"

"I will, I will," the tribal overlord replied. "But, be not offended, the slave is considerably more attractive than I imagine you ever were," he laughed.

"I'm sure everyone in the pen here would agree with you on that observation," the chief manager chuckled as he quickly left, eager to see how the remaining commodities were selling. Rosco knew he would never see the pen's chief manager or anything resembling the Kansas City slave pen ever again.

Rosco never had any more clothes than when he was stark naked at the Kansas City pen's display podium. From that day on, he was constantly paraded around his master's territory attired only with a thick genital ring to best display his sexual equipment, a tall confiding slave collar around his neck, and with both tits sporting large brass 3" rings. His body was shaved daily for absolute smoothness and his white skin was protected by lotions from the searing sun common in that part of the world since his "whiteness" was part of his unique appeal. Since he was seldom allowed to empty his balls, he was usually hard and dripping in need at all times - a trait his master demanded of all his slaves. His black master, a huge muscular man in his early thirties, had strong needs himself. Rosco sucked his master off each and every morning the minute his black master awoke, was generally fucked thoroughly before lunch by the black's huge organ, again in late afternoon after Rosco had lubricated his shaft with an afternoon suck, and then again at night when his lusty black master wanted to relax. In between, he found himself on his knees sucking those his master designated: courtiers, political allies, and military commanders for the main part. Rosco never had any private time: he was either displayed to others or servicing others at all waking moments. He was, indeed, a true slave.

The pen's chief manager took receipt of the huge amount of money the slaves in the "Midwest U.S. Stud" pen had brought in today's sales. It had been a most successful sales day and he had been right in assuming the numerous visitors today were eager for appealing muscular slaves, especially local blacks, in the prime of their youth. The per slave sales price was considerably above what he expected and he knew his superiors in the Slaveco enterprise would be pleased.

"What's your next big influx of buyers?" one of the chief manager's assistants asked him.

"Slaveco is bringing in planeloads of buyers from Paraguay. The mining companies there are always in need of new stock and they prefer blacks for the backbreaking work in the deep shafts there that simply consume slaves - claim they hold up better than other types of slaves and they can get a good four or five years out of them under a strong whip. That's why Slaveco has bought up hundreds of rough draft slaves, primarily from Africa and the Caribbean and India - they're cheap enough and I know you'll be glad to get rid of some of the stock in our own pens where they're too ugly or too old for the premiere markets of being bed bucks."

"I didn't know the Paraguayan emerald mines used slaves in such quantities," the assistant said casually. "I suppose I just never thought about it but I could see where the mining companies could use up the cheap goods you described Slaveco was purchasing all along. I'd be surprised if they could get five years out of them, though, even if they did fed them well and had a really heavy bull whip on them most of the time. It'd take a bull whip to keep them going in those mines, I hear, even if it does tear up their hide to a mass of scars. But, in the mines, who cares?"

"Exactly," the pen chief manager said. "Feeding them properly and making sure they get enough to drink is the key to their success, they tell me."

"And then what, sir?" the assistant probed.

"Well, I understand the next step Slaveco plans is going to wisely buy up all the white slaves it can," the manager said with enthusiasm. "There are loads of them available now in Paraguay if you know the right people. Mainly Argentine political prisoners, kidnaped boys, criminals and street people the Argentine government wants to get rid of for a good profit - working through Paraguay has long been a long term goal of Slaveco to expand their supply of slaves. And, of course, Paraguay itself has its numerous black market sources - I don't know where they get them all, but Slaveco has found them generally very good looking and well trained by the time they're marketed. Slaveco has even bought some bred boys down there recently, so there are some breeding farms in Paraguay somewhere," he laughed. "Slaveco tells me they can count on a big increase in available slaves for all their various pens here at the International Slave Mart as the bred slaves are just now beginning to be of marketable age."

"And where are all these pretty white slaves headed once we sold them and they're all safely caged on one of Slaveco's airplanes?" the agent laughed.

"Arabia primarily," the pen's chief manager laughed. "Seems like every sheik with two dinars to rub together wants a least one white slaveboy nowadays. They'll pay pretty if you can offer them young, good looking and well hung boys that are fully trained to satisfy their new masters. If those Argentine slaves from Paraguay, along with the Paraguayan bred slaves, aren't fully trained when they arrive here in the pens, they certainly will be after some time here with us. There's advantages in having an intermediate stay in the pens here at the International Slave Mart," he added thoughtfully.

"And then?" the assistant continued.

"Well, Slaveco tells me Europeans love olive-skinned Middle Eastern boys, and, with all the tribal wars going on all the time, it's not hard to fill a pen here with their strays at a good profit - mainly Afghans, Pakistanis, Bangladeshis, Palestinians, Kurds, and, recently more and more Israeli prisoners of war. They market very well to buyers coming in to Kansas City from Paris and Berlin and, of course, London."

"I can see Slaveco has the next few months mapped out for us, sir," the assistant chuckled. "And it all will be remarkably profitable for Slaveco."

"Yes, I'm reasonably certain it will be a busy time for us," the pen's chief manager said as he gathered up the large leather case containing all the cash for the day's sale and headed out to the Slaveco main offices where, even now, hundreds and hundreds of draft slaves were being marched from the huge transit trucks into one pen or another where their cages awaited them. Draft slaves they may be, the chief manager mused, but he remembered seeing a few that still would be entertaining in his bed at some time in the future in they ended up in his particular pen. As soon as he got all the day's profits properly deposited and had filed his daily sales report, he would take a stroll through the intake area of his "Midwest U.S. Stud" pen to see if he could locate any likely bed bucks he might enjoy. Might as well use them up before they got wasted in the emerald mines of Paraguay.

THE END

[Please let me know your reaction to this story. Thanks. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)