THE BEZISTAN CHRONICLES Chapter 1: Prince Rashid
This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years.
Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): November, 2008 - Re-edited 2012 An archive of my stories can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories
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Chapter 1: Prince Rashid
Prince Rashid is lunching alone in the small private dining-room, adjacent to his office. The office is located in the business wing of the sprawling palace complex he calls home and it is from here that he controls the many business interests of his family's vast, economic empire.
Apart from the young, fair-haired Norwegian slave serving him his food, the only other occupants are two muscular, young, pleasure slaves; one a tawny-brown African and the other an olive-skinned Italian.
They are standing in the 'display position' with their heads bowed in submission, bodies held rigidly erect and hands clasped behind their necks. Their pelvises are provocatively thrust out thus giving their Master an unobstructed view of their impressive sex organs as he eats. Both their bodies are devoid of hair below the eyebrows and are coated in slave-oil to better display their strong, young bodies to full advantage. Their necks are enclosed in gold collars and their genitalia are encircled by matching gold cinches that force their cocks and large balls, to stand out obscenely from their ribbed bellies. Rashid notes with satisfaction that both slaves are 'showing hard and eager' with little pearls of pre-cum glistening at their piss slits.
Wordlessly, he snaps his fingers and both slaves break position and hurry to kneel before him. Pointing to the African slave, he again snaps his fingers. Instantly, the slave buries his head in his master's crotch. Using his mouth to open the master's robe, the slave frees Rashid's cock and sucks it in to its very root. The slave works hard at using his throat muscles to massage the hardening penis and then slowly works his tongue up and down the length of the intruding cock. The Master shudders and moans with pleasure as the slave's eager tongue flickers across the piss opening of his cock. Rashid is overwhelmed with pleasure as the slave continues his suctioning of his organ. The master's body stiffens as the slave's throat muscles massage his prick to a full erection. Rashid moans as he surrenders his body to the pleasures of the moment.
Rashid, his body trembling from the intense pleasure of the slave's sucking, turns his attention to the Italian slave kneeling before him. His eyes roam over the slave's massive chest and, reaching out; he lovingly caresses the ornate `House of al-Bahr' brand burned into the right pectoral just above the nipple. This brand, one of two on the slave's body, is only six months old and is still vivid against the deep tan of the slave's hide. He recalls the branding of this slave with amusement.
He remembers how the slave futilely struggled in the firm grip of the overseers as they dragged him to the branding table and how, like his fellow slaves before him, he pleaded for mercy as he was tied down, ass up, for his first branding. He remembers the delicious sight of the slave's muscles bulging and flexing as he struggled vainly against the ropes holding him down firmly on the table. At the sight of the slave's beautiful ass futilely heaving as he fought to delay the branding iron, Rashid decided this slave would serve time in his palace as a pleasure slave.
With the approach of the red-hot, branding iron, the slave began to cry and begged not to be branded. As the glowing end of the iron touched the tender young skin of the slave's left buttock, there was a momentary silence broken only by the sizzling of burning flesh. This was followed by an animal-like scream from deep within the slave's body as he emptied his bowels and bladder.
Rashid had walked over to the branding table and noted with satisfaction the 'S' for slave now burned permanently onto the slave's body. This 'S' brand was a universal and generally accepted requirement for all slaves. Most slave dealers used the basic capital letter 'S' to brand their slaves. Rashid, however, viewed this as ugly and had personally chosen to use a more ornate letter 'S' based on a medieval, Christian manuscript. He felt this complimented the more elaborate al-Bahr brand that all his slaves wore on their chests.
As he examined the new brand he ran his hands over the sweaty back of the sobbing slave. Once his examination was over the overseers swiftly untied the ropes binding the slave to the table, flipped him onto his back and quickly re-tied him down for his second branding.
The slave sensing what was to happen, again began to plead and beg for mercy. One of the overseers viciously cuffed the slave's head with the admonishment to.
"Shut the fuck up or I will use a whip to quieten you down".
Trembling with fear, the slave did as instructed and began to weep silently as he waited for this second branding. The slave didn't have long to wait. Turning his head, the slave watched as an overseer withdrew the branding iron from the red-hot coals and walked to the branding table. The slave struggled in his bonds as the branding iron was positioned over his chest. In the split second before he again felt the brand searing into his flesh, he realised, with horror, that this second iron was bigger and of a more complex design to the simple 'S' now seared permanently into his left buttock.
Again there was the sizzling sound as the iron, glowing red-hot, was applied to his chest just above the right nipple. There was that smell of burning flesh that reminded the slave of cooking meat and again he heard his agonized scream as his bowels and bladder once more emptied the remainder of their contents onto the table.
Mercifully, for the slave, his branding was over. However, the memory of the branding will stay with him throughout the remainder of his life and it will daily re-enforce his self-perception of being a slave and owned property.
Prince Rashid however viewed this brand very differently to the slave. He was proud of the fact that this brand had been used by generations of the al-Bahr family for over three centuries.
When the first of the al-Bahr had established themselves as dealers in human flesh they designed this brand to distinguish their prime livestock from the run-of -the-mill stock offered by lesser slave- dealers. Over the centuries, slaves bearing the al-Bahr brand gained a reputation of being second to none. They were - and still are - the thoroughbreds of the slave world and, as such, command high prices at auction. As Rashid gazed down on the newly branded slave he reflected on how fortunate the slave is to wear his brand. It would add thousands of euros to his purchase price and his new master, conscious of the money just spent, would ensure that the slave was respected for his value.
Returning to the present, Rashid, sensing an impending orgasm, grabs the African slave by the ears and presses his face down into his groin. The slave continues his suckling until his master reaches climax. Suddenly, Rashid's body tenses as he ejaculates into the slave's mouth. The slave demonstrates his superb training by effortlessly swallowing the waves of cum pumping into his mouth.
Finally spent, Rashid waits until his cock shrinks before withdrawing. Once free, Rashid orders the Italian slave to clean his cock. The slave takes his Master's cock into his mouth and gently sucks it clean. Once satisfied, Rashid replaces his penis and lowers his robe.
"Thank you Master for allowing this slave to pleasure you" the African slave humbly thanks Rashid.
"Thank you Master for allowing this slave to clean your cock" echoes the Italian slave.
As Rashid looks at the two beautiful slaves kneeling before him he reflects on their futures. They had arrived together, in a shipment, six months ago. After their initial processing, they had been sent to the slave training facility centred at the nearby Bezistan. There, they had been trained in all facets of their new lives as pleasure slaves.
Beaten into submission by his overseers, they were then introduced to the duties of a pleasure slave. And like all the slaves consigned to the Bezistan they learned quickly or paid a high price in punishment and pain.
There, they had both adapted to their slavery and were now well-trained in serving a master's cock. After their training they were transferred to Rashid's palace where he personally introduced them to what a master expected of his slaves.
Enchanted by their magnificent asses he had fucked them so many times he had lost count. Both slaves soon learned to submit to him and, willingly, offered up their mouths and holes to his ever eager cock. Whilst fucking the African slave, Rashid always detected an underlying resentment on the slave's part at this use of his body. No doubt the slave's natural inclination is that of an aggressive 'top'. For Rashid, this together with the slave's resentment, only re-enforced his sense of ownership and power over the slave and drove him to fuck the slave longer and harder. The slave had no recourse but to submit, without complaint, to Rashid. This only heightened Rashid's enjoyment of his slave's body.
Rashid particularly enjoyed the slave's humble "thank you, Master" at the end of each fucking.
Now, however, he is ready for a change and looks forward to finding replacements for them among the new shipment due later that afternoon. As always, he looks forward to receiving and examining this new stock of recently enslaved young men. Once chosen and trained, two of these new slaves will replace the African and Italian who will be sent back to the Bezistan.
There they will be prepared for the next scheduled slave auction. Here their bodies will be honed to the peak of physical perfection and they will again be submitted to rigid medical examinations to ensure they are disease free and without any physical defects. They will also undergo a sperm count in case their future owners wish to breed with them.
Rashid prides himself on the high standard of his stock and spares no efforts to ensure that only the highest quality pleasure slaves are offered at auction. This is a longstanding family tradition and buyers wishing to buy only the best know that there are no better slaves to be had than those bearing the al-Bahr brand. Here also, they will be measured, weighed and photographed for inclusion in the high quality, glossy sales catalogue that is sent out to all of Rashid's highly valued customers.
Now, however, he wishes to gaze upon their exposed holes - something he always enjoys doing; Rashid has long regarded the pucker as one of the most attractive of a slave's features - and barks the order.
"On all fours".
Instantly, both slaves kneel on all fours; spread their legs as wide as possible to present their asses for their master's viewing. Rashid is rewarded with the tantalising sight of the slaves' muscular backsides with their cinched balls hanging low.
After savouring this for several moments, Rashid raps out the command to.
"Display".
The slaves scramble to obey their Master by leaning forward and pressing their chests to the floor with hands, palms down, on either side of their heads. This opens wide their ass-cracks and exposes their anuses to full view. Rashid licks his lips at the sight of the two puckered holes 'winking 'at him. He is always fascinated at the way a slave's hole involuntarily opens and closes once the slave is in this position. It seems to him that they have minds of their own and are sending out an invitation for a cock to fuck them. Rashid reflects on the difference between the two anuses.
The Italian slave's hole is a delicate shade of rose-pink that complements the olive-tan colour of the surrounding skin whereas the African slave's hole is a dark chocolate that fades and blends into the rich, coffee colour of the slave's buttocks. Rashid knows, from experience, that both holes are tight and moist and offer magnificent coitus.
They will indeed make excellent pleasure slaves for some discerning master. Glancing at his watch, he decides he has time to spare before the arrival of the shipment of new slaves at his private air- strip. He has time for the two slaves to provide him with some more lunchtime entertainment
"Assume the fuck position," Rashid directs the African slave, "and you, prepare to fuck him", he instructs the Italian slave.
Both slaves leap to their feet and assume the required positions. Rashid notes the African slave's quickly concealed look of resentment as he immediately drops onto all fours and spreads his legs.
"You," Rashid raps at the Norwegian slave, "lubricate them."
Immediately, the Norwegian slave begins to masturbate himself and soon delivers a sizeable quantity of cum into his waiting, cupped hand. Then he quickly uses this to slick the Italian slave's cock before working the remainder into the African slave's exposed hole.
With the African now fully open and exposed, the Italian slave positions himself behind him and begins an entry into the waiting hole. Both slaves grunt as the Italian slave's cock slowly works its way up the resisting anus.
"Thrust in and slow fuck", Rashid tells the Italian slave, "and you, work that ass as though you're enjoying it", he instructs the African slave.
"Yes Master, thank you Master" both slaves answer as one as they obey their Master's instruction.
Indicating to the Norwegian slave to pour him another cup of coffee, Rashid settles back to enjoy the spectacle of the two slaves fucking. The Italian slave slowly drives the entire length of his enormous prick up the straining hole then begins a slow partial withdrawal before once more plunging back deep within the African's body. Soon both slaves are moaning and their bodies are covered in sex sweat.
Wanting more from his slaves, Rashid walks to a wall cupboard, opens the door and looks at the selection of canes and whips neatly arranged inside. Rashid has similar cupboards placed strategically throughout his palace.
For him they are a necessary part of slave control. All his household slaves are fearfully aware of these cupboards and know that their Master will, at a whim, retrieve a whip or a cane for use on their naked bodies.
Rashid, slowly and deliberately examines each of the whips, loudly cracking them in the air. Next he tries out the flexibility of the various canes before choosing. He smiles with satisfaction as he sees the three slaves flinch at the sounds. They visibly shudder at the inevitability of feeling the caress of either a leather whip or a flexible cane on their backs and buttocks.
Finally satisfied with his choice of a long, flexible, rattan cane, Rashid walks towards the rutting slaves swishing the cane through the air.
"Faster, faster!"
Rashid shouts at the Italian slave as, at the same time, he viciously lays the cane across the slave's bare ass. The slave screams in pain and is rewarded with another cruel cut. Re-acting the Italian thrusts into the African slave and begins a furious pumping.
"Fuck, you lazy bastard, use your ass muscles to milk his cock."
Rashid instructs the African slave as he lays the cane twice across the slave's shoulders and upper back.
Hoping to avoid any further punishment, both slaves begin fucking as though their lives depend on it. For his part, the Italian thrusts even harder as the African clinches his hole to firmly grip the invading cock. Using his strong muscles, the African begins to work the prick buried deep within him. Soon, both slaves are dripping sweat and panting from their exertions.
Satisfied, Rashid stands back and looks lustfully at the two slaves. The only sounds to be heard are the grunting and panting, the slurping of the Italian's cock as it works the African's ass-hole and of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh.
Rashid relishes the sight of this frantic activity by the two young, muscular bodies performing for his entertainment. The muscles in the Italian slave's back ripple under their coating of sweat and slave oil whilst his buttocks with their two livid red stripes, supported atop his rigid thighs, flex with each thrust of his cock. At the sight of the slave's thrusting ass, Rashid feels a tingling in his groin and slowly his own prick begins to harden and lengthen. He is overwhelmed with the urge to join the slaves in their fucking.
"Master, master, UGH-UGH, your slave is.... UGH..... close to coming" - the desperate Italian slave informs his master.
"STOP!" shouts Rashid as he once more lays the cane across the slave's buttocks. "STOP, YOU DON"T HAVE MY PERMISSION TO COME!"
Turning to the African slave, he viciously swings the cane down onto his upper back. The slave yelps with pain and is rewarded with another cut of the cane. This is enough to silence both slaves and to stop them fucking. They passively await further instructions.
"You may withdraw your cock." Rashid finally instructs the Italian slave.
"Thank you, Master." Both slaves reply.
Rashid smiles at this reply. He senses their frustration at not being allowed to conclude their fucking. However, he won't allow a pleasure slave to ejaculate unless it is for his entertainment and NEVER for the slave's own pleasure. This denial of sexual release serves to re-enforce his control of their bodies and does, of course, hold them in a state of constant preparedness to serve his own sexual needs.
The exception to this rule are the adult, work slaves and the pony-slaves who, when stabled for the night, are able to use each other's bodies. Long practise has shown that denial of sexual relief for these categories of slaves present problems in that they become sullen and moody and have to be driven harder by their overseers. The fact that they can mate with one another during the night seems to `sweeten' their dispositions and they are less liable to display any pent-up resentment or aggression.
Rashid is aware that some owners - rather foolishly in his opinion - do in fact spoil their slaves. These misguided masters treat their pleasure slaves almost as equal sex partners when in bed and even feed them tasty morsels of food from their own dinner plates as the slaves sit at their feet in the dining room. He is appalled at this type of behaviour on the part of an owner and would never countenance any such familiarity among his own slaves.
Even worse is the deplorable habit of some owners in allowing their slaves to wear loincloths to conceal their nakedness. This sets a dangerous precedent as the natural state for a slave is complete nakedness; a slave's nakedness adds to his sense of being worthless. He views clothing of any sort on a slave's body as grotesque; as ridiculous as trying to clothe a stallion or bull. Only recently, he requested his father, Prince Youssef, as a senior member of the ruling royal family, to use his influence with his cousin, the ruler, to outlaw this reprehensible practise.
Indulgent treatment of any kind by an owner only confuses the mind of a slave and distracts him from focusing all his attentions on his master's pleasure and needs. These kindnesses serve to upset the thought processes of a slave who, once rewarded, is then forever thinking of gaining further rewards. The slave loses that sense of total and complete commitment to his master's will.
Re-establishing control over such a spoiled slave becomes that much more difficult and always results in harsh treatment of the slave to re-educate him into his former subservient state. Rashid believes it is kinder for a slave to be subject to a harsh regime that keeps him totally focused on his role as a loyal and obedient servant. A slave, fearful of incurring his master's displeasure and punishment, is infinitely preferable to an indulged one who interprets his owner's kindness as a weakness.
Prince Rashid would NEVER be kind to a slave! As a Master, it would go against the grain for him to ever show any benevolence to his slaves.
Rather than reward a slave, it is far better to punish him even if he hasn't transgressed. This fear of punishment keeps a slave on his toes and causes him to devote all his efforts to pleasing his master. In fact, Rashid decides that the African and Italian slaves will be punished for no other reason than that it is what he desires. He will instruct one of his household stewards to deliver them to the whipping-yard where each will receive ten strokes of the lash; enough to punish them without causing any lasting damage to their flawless hides.
As he ponders this his cock grows even harder under his robes and he wishes he could be present at their whippings. However, time won't permit this as he needs to be present for the arrival of the shipment of new slaves. No doubt there will be some interesting diversions among these new arrivals.
As he rises to leave the dining-room, the three slaves instantly fall to their hands and knees and make obeisance to their departing Master.
To be continued..........