The Brazilian

THE BRAZILIAN

by Bill Smith

CHAPTER 1

I first met Juan at a luncheon in New York City. My brokerage firm, Schatts & Dunhill, was hosting an "appreciation" event for their 50 top clients. By pure chance, Juan de Silva and I, Christian Nelson, were seated next to each and I was instantly attracted to his dashing good looks, the charm that nobility seems to breed enhanced by his slightly accented English, and his intense interest in me as a person. It was seldom one finds a person who is obviously sincerely more interested in others than in themselves and Juan de Silva was one such person.

Juan looked to be about my own age - late 20s to early 30s, but he was so well built it was hard to tell really. The dress for the occasion was formal, but his tuxedo was obviously hand tailored in that it fit like a glove and nicely displayed his best assets, unusual in formal dress these days. He was about 6'2", around 190 pounds I would judge, very muscular from the way he carried himself, extremely handsome with creamy ivory colored very smooth skin, jet black hair worn long pulled back in a tight pony-tail, had large piercing jet-black eyes that matched his hair, had a waist that looked no more than 28" or so, a bubble-butted ass, and a bulging crotch that the cut of the trousers made no effort to hide, but indeed, seems to emphasize. He had the looks that commanded attention, people stared at without realizing it, and gave those so inclined, like me, a real hard-on. In other words, he was about as sexy as men get!

Juan wasn't one to be inhibited. Before we were seating, he took his time in looking me over rather openly and I saw him study my face, the body he imagined under the tuxedo, and especially my crotch where my undershorts had deliberately been cut to best display my rather ample package to advantage, striped tux pants or not.

Once we were seated, I was startled to feel his hand groping my crotch and, although I gasped a bit in surprise, I moved my legs apart to grant him easier access nevertheless.

"Nice," he whispered as he squeezed my package before returning his hand to the table. "Your visual sweep of my body before we were seated told me you approved of what you saw and that we could become good friends," he added so no one else could hear it. "Am I wrong, my American friend?"

I answered him by placing my hand under the table and rather languidly massaged his genitals which I found to be as hard as my own and even bigger than I thought they might be from my visual inspection.

This had to stop abruptly however, in that the appetizer were being served and the luncheon was underway. But we got to know each other in conversation. I quickly found out Juan de Silva was a Brazilian on a brief visit to New York City to attend to financial affairs. He found out I was about his age and a native of New York City. We both had considerable wealth or neither of us would be at this particular luncheon.

"What business are you in, Mr. de Silva," I probed.

"Call me Juan, please. Livestock, primarily," Juan answered. "And you, Mr. Nelson?"

"Christian, if you're Juan," I replied. "I'm not really into anything yet, Juan. My parents died in an accident about five years ago and left me with some assets, so I've been in no rush."

"Nevertheless, a person, especially young men our age, need something interesting to do," Juan said. "I love my business enterprise and find it absorbs almost all my time - time I enjoy and well-spent, I might add," Juan said with an engaging smile. He paused and then added with a twinkle in his eye, "and it fits right in with my personal preferences" without further explanation.

"I'm sort of disgusted with myself, Juan, if I can be totally truthful. "A man should be doing something worthwhile, something that helps society, and which he finds personally satisfying. I've tried volunteer work at one of the local hospitals, organized some fund-raising events for the local parish, and even set up a small business selling leather goods to the S&M boys here in the city. But none of it has held my interest very long," I explained.

"You're Catholic?" Juan said, obviously pleased.

"Well, yes, but there's not a drop of a priest in me," I snickered. "The church and I have issues over who I take to my bed," I added as if I were making confession.

"I too am a token Catholic. Most Brazilians are, but the connection is very loose. The Church in Brazil is extremely tolerant of all sorts of things, especially if you drop them a nice donation now and then. What happened to your leather business?" Juan asked.

"Oh, it was OK, but the profits were marginal, the customers were more into fantasy costuming than anything else, and it just seemed pointless after a while, especially if you didn't need the money to start with. I sold it at a loss to some old queen in Brooklyn who actually thinks he's performing a vital service to the good citizens of New York."

"Sounds like you're ripe to find yourself," Juan said as his hand squeezed my thigh closest to him.

"I'm ready to go to bed with you," I replied, "if that's what you mean. We could go to my townhouse as soon as this damn thing is over," I suggested.

"That's an excellent idea," Juan said, "and we can do that as you suggest. But that's not really what I meant. I was implying something much more engaging than a one-night stand between two handsome studs."

"What do you do that you find so interesting?" I replied. "Not that I'm letting you off the hook for a visit to my townhouse within the next half hour or so?"

"We'll go your townhouse, all right, Christian, but when I said I was in the livestock business, I'm sure you thought cattle. Right?"

"Yes, isn't that what Brazil is noted for, among other things - those huge ranches with hundreds of thousands of cattle," I replied.

"We have those by the thousands, Christian, but there are other types of livestock that are in great demand now," Juan said quietly. "Brazil's been into it for the past 50 years in one form or another; America, by comparison, is relatively new to the market."

I pondered Juan's remarks for a moment and then it hit me.

"Mother of God, Juan, you're in the slave business," I exclaimed.

"Not just in it, Christian. I'm the leading producer in Brazil now. And, my friend, it's not only extremely profitable - especially now that the American market has opened up - but it's totally absorbing. Not to mention having your choice among literally thousands at any given time to amuse yourself with. Slaves are there to please their masters, Christian, and until you've bedded down a well-trained slaveboy, you really haven't explored the full gamut of sexual pleasure," Juan smiled knowingly. "I don't want to discredit the fun we'll have at your townhouse shortly, Christian, but, frankly, it just won't stack up with an eager slave at your disposal. You bedded a slave down yet, Christian? I know they're aren't too many in New York yet, but hundreds are being imported daily, not counting the home grown slaves the government is turning over from the overcrowded prisons and detention centers they've got everywhere."

I was so floored I found it difficult to answer Juan, but I did manage to mutter that I hadn't used a slave yet.

"Hell, Juan, I've only seen a handful of slaves in my whole lifetime and that's been in the past month when I drove by some road construction crew. I couldn't believe it when I saw a few naked men chained by their collars working alongside an overseer cracking a whip over their backside. I almost drove off the road staring at them. But I should have known I'd run into seeing them sooner or later. The papers are full of stories about prisoners being sold at auction, contractors snapping them up, and that sort of thing. There was even a story in the New York Times about a male brothel opening up in Manhattan stocked with some imported slaves in their late teens and early twenties. I couldn't even fathom it."

"You are naive, Christian," Juan chuckled. "The availability of slaves will open up all sorts of new possibilities for American enterprise, I'm sure. The demand will grow astronomically as soon as you Yankees realize the uses human livestock can be put to. The secret is to be on the supply end of the business. A friend of mine in Paraguay has somehow or other got a monopoly on the supply of slaves there and made almost a billion dollars pure profit in the first five years. And Paraguay's peanuts compared to Brazil or the United States."

I had lost all interest in the delicious food before us - even the handsome waiters serving the food in the tightest pants decorum would allow for a respectable catering company. Even the thought of having the handsome well-hung Brazilian in my bed within the hour faded in comparison to the whole new world he was presenting to me so enthusiastically.

We left the banquet as soon as was socially correct, each thanking our host profusely. Within 20 minutes we were in my townhouse bedroom stripped, our formal clothes scattered on the floor along with our underclothes, socks, shoes, and everything else. Juan's body was even better than I thought it would be when I sized him up at the banquet and he obviously approved of my body once it was totally exposed. Both of us sported huge erections even before we had ripped our shirts off and pre-cum was dripping from Juan's prick as he took my body in now that it was fully displayed. Juan's prick was even larger than I surmised - it was long and exceptionally thick, a good five inches in circumference I judged now that it was fully erect.

An hour later, we were exhausted and both of us totally drained. We had sucked each other until full loads were swallowed into our stomachs, fucked each other twice after greasing each other's holes, and sucked on our partner's nipples until each of us were swollen and sore. We reeked of animal sweat, each of us had a few scathes on our backs from moments of raw passion, and our lips were swollen from some intense kissing and tongue probing. Neither of us exhibited the slightest twinge of inhibition or hesitancy in doing everything possible even though we had known each other for less than three hours maximum. There wasn't one iota of each other's bodies that was foreign to us now, including our assholes, our mouths, our rampant pricks, and our swollen balls.

Being fucked by Juan was a unique experience, even for me who was a long way from being a virgin, having experienced hundreds of one-night stands, bar pickups, and hired hustlers over the past few years. Juan was exceptionally masterful in ramming his organ completely down your throat, holding your head in a vise-like grip as he did so - and even more demanding when he pistoned his large organ completely up my asschute upon entry and then fucked me with such dominance I was actually scooted up against the bed's headboard. If my hole hadn't been well stretched by numerous men over the years, Juan would have been more than I could have handled and his assault on my body would be more like a painful rape than an enjoyable fuck. He literally treated my body as if he owned it and was going to extract the last ounce of pleasure that body could produce for him. The experience was exhilarating, but weird nonetheless. I'd certainly never experienced anything like it.

"No slave could be better than you, Juan, no matter how much training he might have had," I ventured in appreciation of Juan's well-honed skills in a man's bed.

"I might say the same for you, Christian," Juan said with sincere appreciation, "but I really can't, my friend. Neither of us can compete with a slave's motivation."

"Motivation?" I asked.

"A slave knows he has to please his master like no other. Anything less and he'll be put in a situation he'll deeply regret. That raw fear is a powerful motivator - about as strong as a motivator can be. After a while, though, the slave forgets about his fear and gives his master upmost pleasure out of pure habit and to insure his master will keep him."

"And what is a situation he'll deeply regret, as you put it, Juan?" I asked rather innocently.

"Unfathomable physical pain would be the mildest, but being sold off to a far worse situation is the primary motivator. It's far better to offer a master the best fuck he's ever had than to be sold to a Brazilian mine where you'll never see light again and your life span under the constant whips is less than a year or so. Slaves aren't stupid - they evaluate their options and then decide the best course to take. Those boys sold to the new brothel opening in Manhattan - that's nothing compared to the underground gold mines in Peru or turning sewage into fertilizer outside Rio where the smell along is enough to kill you, let alone standing in shit 14 to 15 hours a day under a sadistic whipmaster who gets his jollies beating you to death."

I soaked up his vivid scenario. "I see your point, Juan," I said. "I suppose I'm terribly naive when it comes to slavery. It's just I have no experience with it to date."

"You will, my friend. You can't help it. America will respond to the new opportunities just like all the other countries who are ahead of them in this area. It won't be a decade until there will be five times more slaves in this country than free men, mark my words. That's the way it is in Brazil, Saudi Arabia, Malaysia, Mexico, and most other countries that have seized the opportunity to march ahead," Juan explained.

"That's what our biggest corporations are claiming, Juan," I offered, "so you're not alone in your predictions."

"Well, Christian, we get along well," Juan said as he grabbed my prick once again and started stroking me. "And you seem to like me as far as I can tell. Tell you what, Christian. I'll invite you to go home with me and I'll show you first hand just how this slavery thing plays out in real life. You buy the plane tickets for the two of us - I'll furnish the bed and board and throw in some slaveboys for your amusement, as many as you can handle, to boot. How about it? You can't beat an offer like that - a rich boy from South America helping out an obviously rich boy from New York, both of whom have nice bodies, are gay, and open to adventure and purposeful pursuits. Especially for a poor lost soul looking for a purpose to his life," Juan laughed before his mouth closed around my dick once again.

Two days later, Juan and I landed at the nearest airport to his livestock ranch. We took a non-stop to San Paulo first-class and then transferred to a turboprop to the city of Campinos in southeast Brazil. His Porshe SUV picked us up there and began the 120 mile trip on dirt roads to his huge ranch, located well in the Brazilian out-country, part jungle and part steppes.

The road trip was relatively slow, but his slave chauffeur had fixed us a beautiful meal arranged in a hamper located between us in the back seat, complete with chilled wine and a delicious custard-like dessert served out of an ice-pack to assure the right temperature. But it was the chauffeur himself that was the real treat: a 6" jet-black boy obviously in his late teens with a beautiful face, the smoothest skin I've even seen, close-cropped black hair, a well-muscled, well- defined torso and beautifully shaped and very large always at least semi-erect sexual organs on full display at all times since his only clothing was a thick brass collar around his neck, large tit rings installed in both tits, and a thick one-inch band around his ball sac and the base of his prick to assure a prominent display of his genitals at all times. It was the first slave I'd ever seen up close like this and this boy would have turned anyone on - especially being displayed like he was. I couldn't imagine how the slave must feel being made to parade around naked like this in public, especially fitted out with the metal accouterments that emphasized his slave status. And, more overwhelmingly, I couldn't imagine actually owning a body like this - a body I could do anything I wanted with since it was nothing more than an owner's property.

Juan say me ogling the slave chauffeur from the moment I first spotted him holding the back door of the SUV open for us.

"Don't worry, Christian. If you can hold off until we get to the ranch, he's all yours for as long as you want. But you may see something else you like better once we get to the estate. If so, don't hesitate. Every slave on the place understands he's there to serve not only me but any guest to the ranch as well. In fact, it's viewed as a real honor to get chosen to service one of the master's guests."

I enjoyed the delicious meal en route, but maintained a full erection the whole time thinking of the young man driving us down the road quietly, but I didn't miss his furtive inviting glances in the rear-view mirror whenever his master was looking out the side window. God, was this the good life or what? 

CHAPTER 2

The jet-black chauffeur was as good as he looked once I had him in my bed at Juan's ranch. He was compliant, yet inventive; submissive, yet fully participatory; eager to please, yet seemingly inexhaustible. I had fucked his beautiful backside four times by the time it was morning, each time where he had sucked me to the point of orgasm prior to my ordering him onto his back with his legs raised over my shoulders. I delighted in looking into his accepting eyes as I rammed into him as far as possible and then humped him hard until I couldn't hold back any longer and filled his rectum with load after load of my cum.

"Would you like me to gently suck you?" constituted the first words of the day from the smiling slave, his mouth hovering over my erect prick as I slowly awoke. "Or empty your bladder?" he added enthusiastically, as if drinking piss was a great treat.

As my eyes focused, I saw the black beauty as eager as ever despite the sweat dried on his body after last night's exertions, a strong smell of rutting in the room, and a steady stream of thick white cum leaking out of his asshole, clearly visible on his jet-black thighs.

"No, you need to wash yourself," I commented, nodding toward the adjacent bathroom.

"Yes, master," he replied as he quickly headed for the bathroom and, within moments, I heard the unmistakable sound of a person flushing their innards followed quickly by the sound of a bidet flushing and then a shower going in full operation.

Within minutes, he returned with his body still glistening from the water and quickly assumed an inviting position on all fours with his legs far apart so his hole was fully exposed.

"Would master like to fuck me now? I've cleaned my body as you commanded, master, and prepared myself for your use," referring to the fresh K-Y visible around his hole.

Who could resist an invitation like that, especially by a body so beautiful it would be impossible to improve. I entered him slowly but deeply, and started to pump him slowly as I settled onto his back and placed my hands on his muscular pecs so I could play with his tits as I fucked him.

"Thank you, master," was the black's response to the invasion of his body and he began to gently push back to my thrusts so I could penetrate him as far as possible. This was coupled with a rhythmic tightening of his ass muscles to heighten his user's pleasure yielding a sensation I was being pumped to new heights of sexual satisfaction.

Within minutes I discharged a huge load far up his chute, squeezing and twisting his nipples as the orgasm rippled through me. The slave writhing beneath me groaned quietly from the pain caused by the nipple play but never moved from my grip; I moaned in raw ecstasy as my balls drained into the body beneath me.

"Christian, are you going to fuck Niger all day or would you like a little breakfast followed by a starter tour of the ranch?" Juan shouted from the other side of the bedroom door. "Doesn't matter one way or the other, I just need to make plans for the day."

"Give me a moment to shower and I'll join you for breakfast, Juan," I yelled back, still molded onto the slave's back.

"Fine, see you in 15 minutes down in the main dining room - just throw anything on - a pair of shorts and a T-shirt will do fine. Looks like it might be hot and steamy today so dress accordingly."

I heard footsteps going down the hall outside while I stopped playing with the black slave's nipple rings and "unglued" myself from the boy's smooth back as I slowly slipped out of his hole.

"So you're named Niger," I said, patting the slave on his butt in dismissal.

"Yes, master. My master named me that when he first obtained me a few years ago. It means 'black' in Portuguese."

"How come you speak English?" I asked.

"I'm from Mississippi originally, master. It's Portuguese I had to learn."

"Mississippi?" I asked in astonishment. "What are you doing down here?"

"It's not that unusual, Master. But you need to get ready for breakfast. I'll tell you my humble little story when you have time, Master, if that's alright with you. Ask for me tonight and I'll tell you everything you want to know, if it would please you, Master."

"You're something in bed, Niger," I mumbled as I headed for the bathroom.

"Thank you, Master," the black slave responded, obviously relieved. "I'm happy I was able to please you, Master," the slave went on, "but I can be even better tonight if you ask for Niger," he added, almost pleading.

When I got out of the shower, the black slave had disappeared, but the bed had clean linens and the room was spotless. My clothes had been unpacked and were hanging in the closet with the exception of fresh underwear, shorts and a pullover along with my socks and shoes which were neatly arranged on the bed. Apparently, Niger listened carefully to every suggestion his master made.

When I arrived in the dining room, Juan was awaiting me reading the morning newspaper and sipping some fragrant coffee. Behind him against the wall, standing erect with their hands behind their back and their heads bowed, were two attendants: the first was a totally naked male in his early 20s, completely body shaved below his neck and fitted with tit rings, a genital band forcing his organs into a showy protrusion, and a tall slave collar that forced his head into an upright position. Although tanned all over, he was obviously a white boy, complete with blond hair allowed to grow down to his neck and bright green eyes. He wasn't particularly tall, about 5"7", but was muscular and compact without an ounce of fat on him. The other attendant was fully clothed: a female also appearing to be in her early 20s, obviously well into a pregnancy, and also a pure white, judging from her red hair and hazel eyes. Her clothing consisted of a gown that reached the floor and covered her completely, although her neck collar and ankle bracelets were clearly visible, along with her bare feet.

Both slaves, in their own ways, were stand-outs: one a paradigm of masculinity- well muscled, rugged, and heavily hung; the other the epitome of the best of her gender - buxom, curvaceous, and pretty.

As Juan saw me studying the pair, he chuckled.

"We use the breeding stock in full work assignments, so most of the females you'll see will be pregnant or have just been," he said. "A brood like this one can have a yield of 15 to 20 new products if we schedule it properly. And the stud can do his duties at night once he's finished his regular work assignments. If we utilize him efficiently, he can produce a good 1500 to 2000 pregnancies before he dries up," Juan explained.

I stopped in my tracks and took in the impact of Juan's words.

"You breed slaves?" I asked in utter astonishment.

"Of course, Christian. Everyone does nowadays. Where do you think the majority of slaves come from, anyway?" Juan chuckled.

"Well, I thought they were prisoners sold by the government or prisoners of war," I answered. "That's all I've ever heard of."

"That's where the supply usually starts when a country first reintroduces slavery, but that source doesn't begin to meet the demand once the idea of slavery catches on. In the United States, it won't be long until the prisons, jails, drug clinics, juvenile detention centers, and reformatories are completely emptied and the prisoners of war are sold practically before they get them unloaded, so when the market demands more you can only do three things basically: (1) expand the criminal law so more of the populace is imprisoned and hence up for sale; (2) import them in masses; or (3) breed them. The first two I mentioned have their limitations; the last doesn't - you can breed as many as you need once the operation is firmly in place and it's the cheapest solution of the three options when you include the training considerations and the fact you can selectively breed toward an attractive sales product."

I felt like I was on another planet somehow as Juan spoke so casually about breeding people for a marketplace as if they were cattle. I remained standing, dumbfounded, but noticed both slave attendants had blushed a deep shade of red as their role in all this was discussed so openly in front of them.

"Take Thor here, for example," Juan said as he snapped his finger and the blond slave leaped to his side whereupon his master grabbed his ringed penis and began stroking him languidly as the huge organ grew in his hand. "This boy has already sired well over 400 stock for our pens and he's just getting started - a good number of them blond, 60% male to date, and all well built and sturdy. When they're sold off, they will know nothing but slavery and be totally compliance to their new life. Thor here came to us from an Argentine prison - wild and unruly even though he was just 16 when we bought him. A few months of serious training, the realization that he would either come around or die in the process including experiencing some real pain for the first time in his life, taught him he wasn't in control of his life anymore and his body belonged to whoever bought him. By the time he was 17, we put him to stud and the rest is history," Juan smiled as the slave broke out in a sweat trying desperately to control shooting off in his master's hand. "Steady there, Thor. You know you have to save your spunk for the rutting bench tonight."

"Yes, master," Thor answered in Portuguese as he struggled to control his body, pressing his lips together as he tried to keep the pending eruption within him. His humiliation and shame at being fondled like this in front of a total stranger, let alone his role in studding new 'products' into being like a prize horse, went unstated outside a small tear working its way down his cheek.

"Despite everything, Thor's still got some emotion left in him - makes him interesting. But it doesn't do him one bit of good, does it, Thor? Frankly, I enjoy watching a slave do things he doesn't necessarily want to do but knows he has no choice. After all, that's the essence of being a slave, isn't it? Performing to your owner's desires, not your own! Isn't that so, Thor?"

"Yes, Master," the blond slave promptly replied as Thor let loose of his banded organ and dismissed him with a slap to his butt. The slave promptly returned to his position by the wall with his hands behind his back, his prick still rampant.

"Would you like to fuck Thor after supper, Christian? We can always readjust his studding schedule if you'd like him," Juan offered.

"I think I'll take a raincheck on that one, Juan," I replied rather confused at all this man- flesh available apparently on a whim. "Your black chauffeur pretty well drained me last night," I confessed, finding it strange I would discuss such intimate details with a man I had just met two days ago.

"Well, whatever you want, Christian, although I must say this slave's ass offers up a damn good fuck. Had him myself just a few days ago." The slave under discussion blushed deep red in humiliation as his master's use of his body was advertised.

"In that case, Thor, now that I've got you all ready, you trot yourself down to the rutting pens and the studmaster can put you to that black wench I selected for you yesterday. No use not getting started on the wench and then the studmaster can use you again later this evening. We can have our coffee without the likes of you stinking up the place here. Felicity can wait on us all by herself, can't you, girl?"

"Yes, master," the red-haired slave wench replied humbly.

As Thor quickly started to leave, Juan added: "Thor, you hump that black wench good, you hear. I'm planning on a nice brown-colored pup out of that one - two if you hump her good and hard. Remember, you get a day off if you produce twins," he laughed as the blond slave nodded and left with the usual "Yes, Master."

"Christian, don't just stand there. Sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee. We raise it right here on the estate and it's especially good if I do say so myself. I know all of this is new to you and it will take you a while to get to how all of this works, but relax and just let it all soak in. Besides, Christian, you must be a little worn out from the long trip. I know I am, despite having a nice sandy-haired boy in my bed just fresh out of training."

"Well, it will probably take a day or two to get back to normal," I admitted.

"How about we just talk a bit about what we actually do here at the ranch and how slavery works here in Brazil. That way neither one of us has to do much other than talk and listen and Felicity here can fix us a meal when we're hungry. We can always tour the place when we're up to it, although I must warn you, Christian, this place is huge and we perform many functions here - everything from breeding them, as you just heard - to 'breaking in' new stock that was formerly free - to processing new prison stock - well, it just goes on and on. But each aspect is mighty profitable or we'd close it down. You want to make real money - listen and learn, Christian!"

"Sounds great if you have the time, Juan," I replied. "I'm surprised how interested I am in all this. Maybe you're right - I need a purpose to my life."

"Everyone does, Christian, even a slave. That's what we give them here at the ranch - a purpose in life - and we can do the same for you, but from the other side of things - the owner's side, that is," Juan said forcefully as he had another sip of his coffee and selected a small freshly- baked cinnamon roll to munch on, coated with an unusual white sauce on top.

"Know what we top these rolls off with?" Juan asked as he took a good bite into the breakfast offering.

"Jesus, Juan, how would I know about baking a roll?" Christian asked rather defensively. "I can't cook."

"No, Christian, I'm talking about this creamy sauce on top," Juan chuckled.

"Haven't a clue, Juan," Christian said as he took his first sip of coffee.

"Fresh cum, Christian. It's delicious when it's real fresh and from studs still in their teens.

We keep a fresh slaveboy in the kitchen at all times just so the cook can get all the cum they want at any time. It's great for toppings, sauces, condiments, or just a refreshing drink in itself."

"Never tried in on food, Juan," I replied. "In fact, I never heard of using cum for anything like that."

"That's why you're here, Christian. To explore and learn," Juan said with some satisfaction as he carefully took another bite of his roll dripping with the special icing. "Yum! Damn, that's good. I really think black slave boys under 20 have the best sauce available. That's where this came from. This particular milk stud is one of my favorites. Try it, Christian, you won't believe how good it is mixed with the cinnamon taste."

I wasn't adverse to swallowing cum as Juan already knew, having had several full loads out of him slide down my throat just two nights ago. I picked up one of the rolls and sopped it in some excess sauce that had run down the side before taking a big bite.

"That is good, Juan," I said as I savored it in my mouth. "Creamy but with a nice tang to it. That boy in your kitchen ever get tired of being milked?"

"I don't know that anyone ever asked him," Juan laughed. "But we only empty his balls three or four times a day usually - unless we're having a big party or something. Any we don't use within an hour or so, we store in the refrigerator and use in cooked dishes of one type or another."

"How long does a milk stud like that last?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, Christian. When they turn 20, we assign them other duties in that my cook demands only cum from boys in their late teens. The cook claims it tends to get bitter after that."

"I'll remember that when I start up a restaurant back in New York," I chuckled. "It will be the secret ingredient that will beat out all the competition. And here I thought cum was only good when you extracted it yourself with a great blow job."

"Broaden your horizons, Christian. That's why I invited you down here."

We both helped ourselves to another roll dripping with the special sauce and then another, washing it down with the delicious coffee before settling back for some serious discussion.

Juan started out discussing selling the finished product, mainly to those wealthy enough to afford anything they wanted. Selling the most select slaves available was his speciality. It seemed every new buyer wanted at least one strikingly handsome slave to keep his house neat and clean at all times, serve as his personal valet, but for other purposes as well, namely serving as a walking status symbol, a property others envied, and usually to bring them and their friends unparalleled pleasures in the sexual arena.

Consequently, Juan's sales outlet offered only the very best bodies the market could produce, the highest trained slaves ever accomplished, and properties that others not only coveted but were so rare others could never hope to afford them.

"Like Niger and Thor?" I asked, since they were only two of Juan's properties I had seen up close and naked.

"Yes, Christian. For example, I match my slaves to my cars. The Porshe's exterior paint is the same shade as the slave's hide, e.g., jet-black and the Porshe is trimmed in nickel chromium that exactly matches Niger's body fittings (collar, tit, nose, and ear rings, and genital band). I ordered that Porshe SUV directly from the factory in African black upholstered with black horsehide that exactly matches Niger's hide. For my other cars, I have a Jaguar upholstered in Siberian Tiger hides (an endangered species), driven by an ivory colored slave whose hide exactly matches the exterior paint; a gleaming snow-white Bentley fitted out with dark brown leather and a dark brown African slave chauffeur whose hide exactly matches the leather interior; a opalescent light brown Range Rover with a chauffeur who has the smoothest creamiest light brown skin a person has ever seen which exactly matches the exterior paint; and a fire-engine red Jeep with a calico cat interior and a mulatto slave with blotchy patches of black and white all over him that compliments the calico interior.

"All of these customized options cost a great deal extra, but when you're already paying over $100,000 for a car, what's a little more if you get exactly what you want, especially when the slave going with it costs as much or more than the car generally.

"One of my customers really admired by stable of cars with their matching drivers, and he wanted a new Maybach to be upholstered in slave hide the exact shade as the slave who would be driving it - jet black with gold trim. When I faxed this unusual request into the Maybach factory in Germany, I got a long reply. They stated they had done this before for several Middle Eastern customers and knew exactly what the parameters were. The current model took 38 slave hides to cover the seats as well as the dash, roof lining, door panels, and arm rests. Exactly matched, this required a search of world markets taking several weeks and the costs generally added $3.04 million to the price of the car since 38 slaves matched for color with suitable hides for tanning were running about $80,000 each if they limited those purchased to those well over 33 years of age, the type of slave typically selected for this purpose. Slaves in their prime (18 to 22 years old) would add an astounding $9,500,000 to the costs of the car, an absurd expense in their eyes. Purchasers who had all the seats upholstered in slave hide had expressed disappointment over time - slave hide did not hold up well to the constant flexing and stressing common in automobile seats - and the seats too easily got puncture holes or cracked over time. Therefore, they recommended cowhide dyed to exactly match the slave hide which would be utilized only in more suitable surfaces not subject to flexing stress. Maybachs with slave hide door panels, head rests, arm rests, dash, sun visors, and roof lining took only 18 hides and meshed well with the cowhide utilized in all seating surfaces. Maybachs so fitted out cost $1.44 million extra if older slaves were utilized in the selection of hides. They argued that older slave hides worked out better in fitting out the car since the skin was already well stretched, tended to be considerably thicker than those in the 18-22 year range, and often had interesting brand burns and whip scars that clearly identified the hide for what it was and added considerable interest. They said, unless instructed otherwise, they would upholster where brand and whip marks were well featured, although, of course, a customer could request these hide marks not show if they preferred.

"When I shared these observations from the Maybach factory with my customer, he immediately agreed with their recommendations as long as the car was outfitted to match the slave chauffeur he was purchasing from me. The slave I sold him was a hugely muscular and strikingly handsome black with a hairless body below the eyebrows, brilliant blue eyes, thin lips, a prominent jaw line, high cheekbones, and an straight Grecian nose. He had magnificent pecs, abs, and a muscular bubble butt along with beautifully shaped and very large genitals, including a neatly circumcised 10" penis. I agreed to fit him out with a tight fitting, 3" gold-plated collar, matching 2" tit rings, a matching tight fitting 2" genital band, and a matching 1" nose ring fitted through his septum that would rest right above his thin upper lip. The Maybach was ordered in jet black (to exactly match the slave's hide) with a gold-plated grille and bumpers, door handles, and antennae. The pair would create a sensation anywhere they appeared.

"As the customer signed the purchase agreement and gave me a check covering the costs of both the car (which I had ordered for him) and the slave ($325,000 for the car plus $1.440,000 for the slave hides plus $428,000 for the slave chauffeur fully fitted for a total of $2,293,000) I reminded him he was actually buying 19 slaves - one that would drive and take care of the car and 18 others, not quite so pretty probably, who he would be looking at (at least part of them) every time he got in the car.

"Almost 2.3 million for a damn car and one slave, Juan?" I asked incredulously

"Yes, Christian, but the chauffeur slave that wasn't upholstery is prime stock - he was just 18 and he could be fucked and do all the sucking his new owner and his friends wanted any time he wasn't driving the car."

"And be a sensation wherever they were parked," I added, "especially if, like Niger, he was ordered to show hard while he's displaying his body."

"Yes, Christian. The black slave was most showy anyway, but that prick of his - it really set him off," Juan reflected.

"But I digress, Christian," Juan said. "Let me get back to the art of selling stock.

"Some buyers are turned off by slaves they consider 'too handsome,' complaining they don't look masculine. For those, we offer a few slaves that are almost brutish in their appearance and by no standards would be considered handsome, let alone beautiful. But these slaves, usually priced considerably lower, are certainly masculine and we make sure they are well trained to satisfy every possible demand that might be made of them. Some masters just want a slave with excellent oral skills and could care less what the face sucking them looks like - they're interested in the throat action and the actual sucking skills the slave has. Others, particularly mistresses, like a slave heavy hung and very well built but who have faces that could never be mistaken as being feminine or 'smooth.' Again, we just make sure the slaves under considerion understand exactly why they are being purchased and what their new owners want them to do without the necessity of having to be told what to do each and every time. A slave who can anticipate what an owner wants and does it to perfection is seldom returned and is often valued for just what he is: a sex machine that doesn't disappoint!

"Every slave sold in the markets today, even the cheapest pieces of meat sold in public stalls, are thoroughly trained in how to please an owner sexually since sexual use of their bodies is often the main reason for buying them. Even the relatively poor can now, with a good credit rating or the self-discipline to save, can buy a slave in the $50,000 range. What he or she gets for that price is usually a slave not very good looking - certainly not strikingly handsome, a slave not in his prime years (18-24), and a slave with some bodily imperfections. But that doesn't preclude obtaining a slave well trained, well equipped, and willing to do anything necessary to please an owner in exchange for being bought, fed, and housed. For many slaves in this price range, ownership brings with it security, pride of being owned, and freedom from starving to death.

"Compared to their lives before being purchased, it's a fair exchange and slaves like this settle in early to the expectations their new owners have for them, whether it's taking a big one up their backside three or four times a day from their new master and/or his friends and business acquaintances , spending considerable time on their knees orally servicing their new owner, or bringing their new mistress the pleasures only possible when you own your sex partner outright and can command exactly what you want and get it time after time.

"Of course, they usually do a lot of other things as well: housekeeping, laundry; car- washing; gardening; repair work; construction, etc. Some work in factories on lease from their owners during the normal work hours; others are frequently hired out to contractors as manual laborers during the day; while still others are leased out as janitors, mechanics, farm workers, etc. But such assignments keep their bodies in great shape and simply make them all the more appealing once they return to their master's or mistress' home in that they are ready to be of service (most day jobs didn't allow any sexual outlets), they get fed at their home base, and that's where they eventually get a cage or pen to call home. No matter where a slave is assigned to work, their loyalty is always with the person who has bought them, beds them, and gives them a cage to sleep in. Being used for sexual pleasure is a small price to pay for all of that!"

"Juan, you make it all sound so logical," I said as I helped myself to another cum-soaked cinnamon roll and washed it down with the rich blend of coffee. "I feel like I'm in an alternate universe. New York seems so far away."

"Christian, you're like so many of my American customers. You're so removed from the 'real' world your ideas about slaves and the system that produces them are incredibly naive. I'm constantly deluged with questions from my American customers about the origins of the stock I sell, where they are obtained, whether the slaves know what their owners expect out of them, how the slaves accept their new status as property, how they are trained, whether there is a danger the slaves will rebel or run away, and how many people have owned the stock before."

"Well, I am naive, as you put it, Juan. But so are most Americans. Remember, slavery is a new thing to us. But that doesn't mean were' not curious about these things," I replied rather defensibly. "It doesn't mean we're dumb or anything."

"I'm sure you're not," Juan laughed.

"Human livestock doesn't just float down from heaven, you know," he chuckled, "or we'll all be doing our own dirty work and getting used to taking care of our own sex needs. But I can see your problem. A lot of people able to afford slaves probably think they're in the markets to be bought as if my magic. Actually, Christian, I get some of the same questions from most other nationalities too, especially where slavery is less than a generation or so old and isn't pervasive in their home country yet. So much so that I've prepared a short DVD on the whole subject that I'll be glad to show you today while we're resting and even make a copy for you to take home with you if you want to look at it again later. The presentation just tells a little about a few of the sources of slaves, a little about their preparation and training, a little about who buys them and where, and winds up with a little about their uses once they are sold. Would you like to see it?"

"Sounds good, Juan, and I'm sure I'll like a copy of the DVD if you're willing to share."

"No problem, Christian. The large screen TV is in the sales room just a few doors from here so we can see it right now. We can have a beer or whatever you like while we're watching the little show."

With that, we proceeded to the luxurious sales room next door to Juan's main manor house and sunk down into some very comfortable arm chairs as a couple of really impressive naked slaves Juan kept around as "house slaves" served us ice cold beers and then knelt down on all fours beside each of us so we could use their glistening, well-oiled backs as tables for our drinks.  CHAPTER 3

"You want one of the slaves to suck you off, Christian, while you're watching the presentation?" Juan asked, "or is it too soon after Niger last night? .

I looked at the two handsome slaves with their magnificent musculature and decided the offer was too good to resist.

"How about the black haired slave with the green eyes - he's a real looker," I replied.

"Fine," Juan replied with a snap of his finger, whereupon the slave I mentioned crawled directly in front of me, his mouth opened in readiness, and the other slave, a beautiful black boy, crawled between us so we could both use his back as a table.

As Juan pressed the start button, I felt fingers opening the zipper of my shorts, extracting my semi-erect organ, and a velvety mouth close around the end of my prick before quickly swallowing the entire shaft.

"The first part is on where slaves come from," Juan explained as he reached down and began kneading the balls and huge prick of the black slave serving as our table.

I settled back in my chair to enjoy both the projected images and the expert mouth service from the gorgeous slave between my legs. Some dynamic music accompanied the presentation as I scooted down in my chair and spread my legs a little to give the slave better access. The presentation began as the green-eyed slave really got into his assigned task and I could feel the entire length of my prick being rhythmically massaged by the slave's well trained throat muscles.

The narration began as pictures began filling the screen in front of us.

"As you know, ladies and gentlemen, a significant and rapidly growing number of offerings in the current markets are bred specifically for their eventual sale so we'll start with how we breed slaves for the marketplace. That process all starts with the best genes available: slave studs carefully picked to produce the best prodigies mated with the best of slave broods who typically produce 15 to 20 pups during their peek reproduction period. The broods are only bred when they are optimally receptive - that five to seven day band every month they're not pregnant and are constantly impregnated during that period until they test out positive."

A huge banner appeared on the screen: "STUD SLAVES UTILIZED IN SLAVE BREEDING"

"Let's start by showing you some of examples of experienced stud slaves available in the marketplace currently - all with proven fertility and very high 'hit rates.' Most of them have sired at least 100 new slave pups prior to being offered on the open marketplace.

"The one shown now we purchased from a Brazilian dealer in Rio [the screen showed a photograph of a tall, well muscled, light brown man totally nude and fully body shaved with the exclusion of his eyebrows. His long, thick prick was fully erect between his legs as he hunched down with his knees spread wide to display his assets. Heavily collared and fitted with large tit rings, he stared directly into the screen with an eager look.]. Well equipped for this job, he had already had 100 successful impregnations with breeding wenches before we purchased him. His previous owner had put him to the rutting benches starting at 16, so he's only 21 now and can produce hundreds more slave pups before he starts to falter. He's eager to perform and prides himself on impregnating most anything placed under him."

"This next stud is a mulatto we bought off a St. Louis merchant [the screen showed a large black man who was almost brutal looking with a thick muscular build and a very thick semi-erect prick.} This slave is himself the product of a large breeding farm in southern Missouri. His body and face are nothing exceptional, but his breeding organ certainly is and he'll be a good stud for a breeder interested in producing male slaves with exceptionally large pricks, always a major enhancement of a slave's sales price. This stud is most compliant, easy to arouse, and sexually tireless - you can breed him seven or eight times in a 24-hour period and find his fertility rate never falters and his interest never wanes, no matter who or what you put him to. He'll mate with the ugliest old hag you can imagine with no hesitation which makes him especially good for the breeder into utilizing cheap broods in their declining years - the type that have to fucked repeatedly to get pregnant anymore."

Three more pictures crossed the screen as Juan hit the "pause" button. [One showed a thin- waisted white boy with an exceptionally long prick fully hard; another showed an extremely muscular black proudly displaying his huge erection; and the third showed another white boy who looked like he was an embarrassed weight-lifter caught naked almost freakish with his long and thick penis. All three looked like they were used to being displayed like this.]

"You may recognize two of these studs later in the tour because we are still using them in our rutting pens here. The other one, the handsome black stud, was sold during the past year as a personal sex slave to a young German master. It would be reasonable to assume the black is pleasuring his master by now, but it was our understanding his new owner, understanding his new property's value, is using his new purchase to breed new slave stock in his spare time utilizing his new master's wenches."

"We'll get to see the white Balkan slave with the real long prick," Juan interjected, "and the white American with the very thick prick in action when I get you down to the rutting sheds, Christian. I'm currently using both of these slaves for my own bed when I take a fancy to it and a female friend of my sister is using that thick pricked American stud every time she visits - she has him in her bed most every morning, afternoon, and night when she's around.

The narration continued: "The studs shown, like most studs nowadays, have been trained to show their big pricks hard anytime they are on display and all have learned to suck to the complete satisfaction of anyone they are assigned to. In addition, while on loan as pleasure slaves, they suffer a sore butt most all the time due to the number of people desiring to fuck them."

Again, Juan interjected. "I've been real happy with these studs in my own bed. You might enjoy using either or both of them some night while you're here. It's a real experience to fuck a slave whose main job is fucking wenches. You'd think they might resent it, but they seem to like the novelty of being fucked for a change. And, of course, if you appreciate size, these boys are in a class by themselves."

"Heard anything about the black stud since you sold him?" I asked.

"Well, yes, Christian. As a matter of fact, I ran into the slave and his master about a month ago at a country club I have guest privileges at in Berlin. He uses the boy as a 'display slave' when he's not serving as his chauffeur, so I saw him by his master at the club, standing beside him with his legs apart, his hands in back of his neck and his prick thrust out for all to see. He was being led around by a silver leash attached to the ring now fitted around his balls and the base of that big prick, but he also now sports large silver tit rings, and the tallest collar you've ever seen - a good 4" tall that forces his head into a chronic upright position that gives him a haughty look that's rather catching. You know how German's like a disciplined look. But his new owner isn't stupid - he's renting the boy out for stud to anyone interesting in breeding their wenches. At least, when the boy isn't sucking or being fucked in his master's bed which is most of the time, I hear - at least until the novelty wears off!" Juan laughed.

"Sounds like he's getting his money's worth," Christian chuckled. "I'd pay plenty for a slave with a prick like that and I'm sure you had a good mark-up when you sold him to the German."

"Isn't that the whole point?" Juan laughed. "And eventually, I'm sure, when we sell off the other two studs shown in this presentation, the new owners of slaves like this will make sure those good slave genes aren't wasted. They'll be breeding again soon after we sell them off, I'll wager, even if their new owners aren't into breeding themselves when they realize how much those two will bring being rented out to the local rutting sheds."

Juan hit the "resume" button for the presentation and the narration continued.

"Studs are available in all skin colors but all offer desirable genetic traits: excellent musculature; high disease resistance; high endurance; high pain tolerance; strength; quick sexual response; high semen production; and quick sexual recovery following orgasm. Most studs are also selected for their attractive facial and body features although this trait isn't terribly important for the production of draft slaves, e.g., the mulatto stud shown previously is utilized exclusively for the production of common field slaves due to his rather common facial and bodily features.

Studs don't sell unless they are well equipped for their assigned role. This reinforces their self- concept as a "born stud," leads to all other slaves and buyers viewing them as studs primarily (as opposed to draft workers, house slaves, etc.), and is used, rightly or wrongly, as one of the biggest elements in arriving at their sale price, e.g., the bigger the organs, the higher the price. [The screen displays an extremely handsome black posing to best show off his 12" circumcised shaft.] This prize stud is from Sierra Leone and was purchased for $380,000. Therefore, studs are usually shown fully erect (although not always as the American white slave shown previously was displayed flaccid - perhaps to emphasize the extreme breath of his organ) - and preferably with an 'interested' look in their eye as to their studding duties.

[The screen next shows a jet black slave displayed shackled by his hands and feet to a rutting bench where his large erect organ hangs beneath him.]

"Most studs placed in service are forced mated four to five times a day seven days a week and are expected to perform with whatever female brood is presented to them. They are not allowed any other sexual outlets, of course, in order to keep them focused on their primary responsibilities and are not allowed to talk to or otherwise communicate with the broods they are mated with to avoid any relationship issues. Most broods never even see the bucks put to them - they are usually blindfolded, chained face down on a bench which fully exposes their vagina and forces their legs wide apart. The stud takes her from the rear with his instrument fully greased so it can be fitted into smaller vaginas without damage. Once he has deposited a full load in the chosen brood, the overseer feels his balls to make sure he has completely emptied and then leads him back to his holding cell before the female is released and then later tested for impregnation. If she has not taken, she is taken back within her peak period for insemination by a different stud. This process is repeated until she is confirmed pregnant or her peak period of fertility is over for the month. If she has not been successfully impregnated, she is put back in her regular work assignment until her peak period of reception is again reached 24 days or so later. If she does not take after three months, she is sold off as infertile. If a stud's impregnation rate starts to drop, he is usually sold off as a mistress' or master's sex slave, to a male brothel, or as a display slave. If he is not unusually handsome, he is generally sold off as a common draft slave.

"Highly prolific studs sell from $100,000 up, dependent on overall looks, size of sexual organs, age, sexual endurance, and especially fertility rates. The stud shown here [the screen shows an extremely handsome slave] sold for $420,000 due to his age (only 22), skin color (brown), musculature, hit rate (60%), eager willing attitude, and extreme quick rate of full post- orgasmic recovery (he could be essentially bred six times a day if scheduled appropriately). At the low end of the scale, the rather common, but hugely equipped, mulatto stud shown previously sold for only $88,000 due to his age (34), skin color (mulatto), musculature (only fair), impregnation rate (down to 40%), and low rate of sexual recovery (he could now only be efficiently bred about twice a day). Still, the size of his organ kept his value up, even if only for a mistress' amusement at this stage in his life. The Balkan stud shown previously will be priced at $399,000 when he is sold off. His Balkan good looks, fine well honed and muscular body build, his relative youth (still only 21) and his unusually huge organ all bring the price up. But his low "hit rate" (35%), his slow post-orgasmic recovery (up to three hours), and a surliness that requires whip management takes a good $100,000 to $200,000 off the price. The black slave shown on the screen now isn't phenomenally equipped, but his smooth black hide and good musculature will assure at least $300,000 at auction due to his youth, quick sexual response, and very high viable sperm count.

[The screen now shows one handsome white boy fucking another over a corral fence while a third white boy, equally handsome with a full hard-on waits his turn.]

"Today, however, huge numbers of slaves on the market were not born into their status, but come from many other sources. Those enslaved later in their lives can be purchased from all sorts of places. For example, this youth ranch in Texas, a state detention facility, regularly sells off its inmates to interested buyers. We bought all three of these boys for our own stock: the price was right; the boys are nice looking and properly trained for their new life as slaves; and they obviously take to being fucked without a shred of resentment.

[The next scene on the screen shows a young white master vigorously fucking a collared white slave about the same age.].

"Few male slaves are actually utilized as studs. Most slaves are purchased for the work to be extracted from their bodies. But, after a full days work, owners continue to utilize their slaves in the off-hours for their own amusement and pleasure. Every slave nowadays expects nothing less following some rigorous training and always strives to please their master or mistress no matter what is asked of them.

"In the future, however, it is clear more and more of the slave population will be products of breeding farms, almost all of whom already are practicing carefully controlled selective breeding procedures. Each new generation of slave products specifically bred for market will be a marked improvement over the last. Hence, every 18 years or so, we will notice significant advancement in musculature, disease resistance, body size, endurance and strength, not to mention overall attractiveness, size of sexual organs, sexual responsiveness, and even obedience. Within half a century, fourth generation slaves will be entering the market who will be, as a whole, remarkably handsome with most attractive muscular well-defined bodies, beautiful skin and hair texture, feature huge, remarkably responsive sex organs, and will be raised from birth to be totally subservient to whoever purchases them. In the interim, though, the marketplace offers plenty of bodies to choose from, most of whom were once free prior to be enslaved.

[The screen showed a tobacco brown slave boy holding his large erect prick in an inviting position with his muscular body posed to best display his attributes.]

"The slave shown on the screen now is actually a first generation slave and a former prisoner of the U.S. government, but he now does most of the estate's laundry, serves as a milk stud for his master's condiments, and pleasures his mistress on demand.

"Future slaves will require remarkably little training compared to that received by the boy shown on the screen. Indeed, most fourth generation slaves will seek out new ways to please their owners, present few discipline problems, and require little training in normal slave expectations for the home, i.e., pleasing their master or mistress in bed, serving and cleaning skills, gardening, cooking and laundry duties, etc. or for the estate, i.e., working to full capacity 12-14 hours in the fields at full capacity; hauling heavy loads, drayage with wagons and carts, heavy duty loading and unloading, etc. or even in the factories: 14 hour a day schedules chained to their assembly posts, consistent performance without heavy use or the whip or prods, and with a high regard for the quality of their output."

Juan hit the pause button and I thrust my prick deeper down the slave's throat and rested my beer on the quivering back of the black slave who had remained in place the entire time of the presentation despite Juan's constant kneading of his balls and dripping prick.

"It leaves a lot out, but I'll fill you in on that when we take a tour of the facilities here," Juan said.

I shot a full load well down the slave's gullet as his throat muscles massaged my entire shaft.

"Thank you, master," the slave said as soon as he had swallowed the entire load. "Shall I continue for a second round?" he inquired.

"Why not?" I responded and the slave once again swallowed the entire shaft and I felt his throat muscles once again as Juan punched the resume button on the DVD player. CHAPTER 4

"This part will explain some about the present market in slaves," Juan said as lifted the two beers off of his 'table' and ordered the black slave to suck him.

"This black is too good sucking to waste as a piece of furniture," Juan laughed as the slave undid his fly and pulled Juan's substantial piece of meat out. Without hesitation, the black slave got to work as Juan carefully returned the beers to his back. "No reason he can't suck and be a table," Juan chuckled.

"This next part will give you some idea of where we sell slaves currently as well as who is buying them."

Again, the narration on the DVD resumed amidst the slurping sounds of two slaves sucking vigorously.

"Slaves are available in markets all over the world," the narrator began. "Prices vary with the invariable ebb of supply and demand, but have remained remarkably steady since the breeding farms went into full production, thereby assuring the steady increase in availability of slaves the world markets demand. About 60% of all slaves are now products of the breeding farms, the most productive of which are currently located in Brazil, most countries of Sub-Saharan Africa, Myanmar, South India, Saudi Arabia, eastern Poland, the Ukraine, Byelorussia, Turkestan, and, just beginning production, the states of Mississippi, Texas, and Alabama in the United States in that order. But, of course, slave breeding is practiced world wide these days and, as far as is known, there is no country that doesn't have an operational slave breeding operation in production somewhere or other. Consequently, global markets can offer most anything a customer could possibly imagine and usually at a price they can afford."

"Some recent purchases from a huge breeding farm outside of San Paulo, Brazil illustrate the point. All were priced under $150,000 wholesale and all were guaranteed for a 90-day period.

[The screen showed one slave after another on display stands in every skin and eye and hair color imaginable, a huge variety of body sizes (although all were very muscular and firm), some with body hair, some without, males showing hard, and females usually pregnant. All shown were between 16 and 35 years of age and all looked like they were eager to find a new owner.]

"What is shown here is typical of breeding farm offerings, although most farms offer considerably more African and Asian stock. Brazilian farms, of course, like the country itself, produce racial mixtures, but this particular farm employs primarily white studs in an effort to "lighten the breed" which is obviously working in their case. Like shown, most slaves are presented to best display their bodily attributes when up for bid and most bred slaves like these are fully trained to meet any owner's expectations of their new purchase.

"The next largest sources of slaves (in descending order) is from capture (war booty or kidnaping), parental sale of children, enslavement due to indebtedness, or court adjudication due to some criminal activity. These newly enslaved generally need to be 'broken' to their new status, trained for extensive periods to perform their new duties with total submission and a willing acceptance without question of whatever is asked of them, and a dramatic change in self-concept to where they see themselves as nothing but property at the disposal of their owner.

"A lot of new stock ends up in lawyer's offices as a result of indebtedness or plea bargaining in a criminal offense. Lawyers then sell them to slave dealers on behalf of the court.

"Another source, especially with teenage stock, are those caught selling drugs, especially in the United States. These boys have a quick trial, are sentenced to slavery, and are then often sold in small 'sheriff's sales,' perfectly legal in many Southern states of the U.S. and a major source of income for small counties and parishes in rural America as well as here in Brazil and most other South American countries.

"Others, especially those from third world countries, find themselves snatched by slave catchers who then sell in batch lots to slave wholesalers. Sub-Saharan Africa has turned into one huge harvesting ground for new slaves that cost their catchers little but the time and effort to round them up and cage them by the thousands. Other countries in considerable turmoil and instability (e.g. Iraq, Afghanistan, and Lebanon) are rife with mercenaries eager to line their pockets by selling off refugees they round up under gunpoint.

"Still other countries have a long tradition of slavery where the disenfranchised find themselves being sold off before they know it (e.g. Mauritania, the Sudan, Yemen and Chad).

"Some parents take a quick profit in selling an 'excess' child when credit card debt mounts or some special purchase, such as a new car or a nicer house, is desired. Children can be sold up to age 18 in most countries of the world, including the United States, without any special court order other than proof of age and some proof (such as a birth certificate) the child is theirs to sell. A good looking, well built teenager can bring enough to add a luxurious game room to the house, pay for a new BMW, or pay off completely your American Express card.

[The screen showed an exceptionally handsome black-haired 18-year-old white boy with an athletic body and unusually large genitalia.]

"The boy shown here brought in enough at auction to pay for his two older brother's college tuitions, otherwise unaffordable to his parents."

"Wars are a great source of new meat for the market - even border skirmishes provide thousands of slaves for global markets each year. Captured soldiers are usually in the peak of their manhood, in good physical shape, and already trained to respond to heavy discipline. For most prisoners of war, their new life as a slave is little different from their life before since both are environments of heavy discipline and where all decisions are essentially made for them by others, whether it is the company commander or their new master. Nakedness is their new uniform; a slave collar is their new company badge; slave pens replace a barracks; and slave chow replaces K-rations. But otherwise life is remarkably similar."

[The screen showed four naked young men, all very attractive.]

"All of these boys chose the wrong side to be on, and, once enslaved, there will be no going back ever to their former 'free' status. However, these boys are lucky: they are all decent looking, three of the four have good muscular builds, and even the puny one has a boyish charm that ought to find him a decent owner. In this case, the chained boy ended up on a farm as a draft slave, the young boy ended up serving as a restaurant waiter available for sexual usage by any of the customers at any time, , the boy in the middle ended up as a factory worker assembling autos 12 hours a day seven days a week and in his overseer's bed each and every night, and the heavy hung jock ended up as a slave athlete for the Liverpool Soccer Team and a rented stud when he wasn't playing. Overall, a decent outcome for any slave."

"Wherever they come from, and for whatever you want them for, slaves can be found to suit every preference.

[The screen showed an advertisement for very light skinned black slaves from an American dealer specializing in half-breed slaves.]

"This ad from an American slave house dealing only in half-breeds is a good example, i.e., mulattos, quadroons and octoroons. There are as easy to buy as lifting your phone. The two featured here were bred to order to assure practically hairless bodies, appealing good looks and large genital organs, but could have just as easily come through court sentencing, parental sale, or as war booty."

Again, Juan hit the delay button and stood up to stretch his legs. I noticed a fresh set of attending slaves entered the room and knelt near the wall with their knees wide apart to assure a proper display of their manhood.

I thrust my prick even deeper down the slave's throat that was currently servicing me and rested my beer on the quivering back of the black slave who had remained in place the entire time of the presentation despite Juan's constant kneading of his balls and dripping prick.

"The DVD leaves a lot out, but I'll fill you in on that when the show's completely over," Juan said.

I shot a full load well down the slave's gullet who was between my legs as his throat muscles massaged my entire shaft.

"Thank you, master," the handsome green-eyed slave said as soon as he had swallowed the entire load. "Shall I continue for a second round?" he inquired.

"Why not?" I responded and the slave once again swallowed the entire shaft and I felt his throat muscles once again go into action. CHAPTER 5

"The next section sort of wraps it up," Juan explained as he arched his back and discharged a heavy load down the black slave's throat. "You want to trade boys now? This black is just getting warmed up but I believe I'll like to compare him to that green-eyed boy you're slowly but surely filling up," Juan chuckled.

The two slaves, their mouths stretched to the limit and with pricks clearly outlining their extended throats, never moved as their next assignment was being discussed. Their eyes were wide open, however, and sparkled as they tried to anticipate every nuance of their master's desires.

With that, we switched slaves and Juan hit the resume button on the DVD player whereupon a magnificent piece of collared manflesh filled the screen totally nude, fully erect, and with a huge smile on his face.

"One look at a handsome piece of slave flesh like that - ready and eager to please his master - justifies all the bother slavery puts us through," Juan said.

"Yes, Juan, if a body like that wasn't available for sexual use, it would be a crime against humanity," I laughed.

"Well, no worry, Christian. There are thousands out there on the market as good or better than the boy on the screen - all fully trained for our pleasure and all eager to earn their keep."

The DVD then showed a huge variety of slaves all posed in total nakedness; all collared and many tit-ringed; some genitally banded, some not; a few nose ringed; a few with rings dangling from their ears; some totally body shaved; some shaved below their necks; others hairy as a bear; others with only a light coating of hair naturally gracing their bodies; some with huge organs that defied probability; others normal; a few even smallish; some in their mid to late teens; others as old as 50 or so, but most in the early twenties.

That finale brought the DVD to an end. It was only 30 minutes long but it did give the uneducated viewer, like myself, some idea of slavery in the world today. The two slaves attending us, having drained both of us twice during the show, were dismissed and the two new replacement slaves fetched us fresh drinks and promptly got on all fours to serve as our 'tables.'

"That's just part of the story, Christian," Juan picked up where he had left off. "Actually, slavery is no different now than it has ever been - it's basically no different than when the Romans were going strong except the world's a lot bigger now. The show didn't really cover thoroughly one of the largest potential sources of slaves - I guess it's just too obvious."

"What's that, Juan?" I asked, somewhat overwhelmed as this point.

"Breeding them," Juan responded. "The law is the same now as it was in 3000 B.C. and ever since - the product of a slave womb is a slave for life. In your country, Christian, they're just now getting into serious production, but some other countries are very advanced in this area - I understand here in Brazil we are breeding a good 80% of our slave stock now and Poland isn't far behind. I imagine in 20 to 30 years you'll have a good 60% of the slaves you see marketed coming from specialized breeding farms. I'm buying the first off of a farm in Mississippi specializing in production of big, handsome blacks. So far, they're everything they're hyping - big and muscular, a pretty brown color, handsome and well hung. Most importantly, they're fully acclimated to their slave status and don't need additional training like captive stock. You tell them to bend over and take a fuck - that's just what they do - instantly with no questions and with a big smile on their face because they're happy they can be of service. They cost a little more than the formerly free, but you save a lot of breaking and training costs. I'd recommend them when they become more available. The Romans had it down to an art once the war captives dried up so they never suffered supply problems and there is no reason we can't do the same, especially in the U.S. where demand will be so high."

"Of course, training is a lot more sophisticated now for the newly enslaved than in olden times. We don't have to beat them half to death to get them to accept their new lives without question. We've got a lot of drugs useful in breaking and training, much more effective training procedures, and a lot of control gadgets that make the whip almost, but not quite, obsolete - you know, electric prods for real memorable pain, detection implants to prevent any hope of running away, electrified dildos that can be worn everyday if necessary (like they use with almost all the slaves in the manufacturing plants nowadays), and anti- depressants to help the fragile ones through the first difficult days of adjustment. A good trainer can take the most rebellious wild slave you can think of and have him begging you to fuck him in no less than 60 to 90 days with the modern methods. More importantly, that training sticks through a lifetime - no need anymore to send them back for retraining or reminder sessions. Out of our last 1000 sales of slaves once free, we've only had two returned for retraining - that's why we can guarantee our stock with little risk."

"I haven't heard of any trouble with the slaves being introduced into New York and I know they're all former prisoners and such, at least to date. But I've read they get a lot of conditioning, as they call it, before they are put up for sale," Christian confirmed.

"The only slaves testing the limits, or beginning to backtalk, or hesitating in obeying an order - that sort of thing - are those who are captured, stripped down to the buff, branded, given a good whipping, and then put right up for auction. No serious training, no time to settle in to their new circumstances, nothing. Those are the ones you hear about acting up and where you have to take them back to the dealer or call the Slave Police, if you have them in your country. But pay a decent price at a reputable dealer and you don't have any of that - I don't care what your new properties were before they were enslaved - an Army general, a senator, a lawyer, a doctor - anything. Proper training leads a slave to know that their old life is over once and for all and their new life is all that matters - serving whoever owns them with everything they've got - body and soul."

"I've had Eduardo, my main bed slave, for over six years now," Juan continued, "and never had anything but total compliance and he used to be the CEO of a major manufacturing company here in Brazil before he got caught embezzling funds and found himself enslaved."

"Frankly, Juan, I don't like any bed partner much over 25 or so, no matter how good he is," Christian said. "I didn't realize you liked older men. I guess I should be flattered you took up my invitation to visit my town house back in New York."

"What in the hell are you talking about, Christian? Oh!" Juan laughed, "I see where you're coming from. Eduardo's not old. He's still just 29. He was considered a boy wonder back in the business world. Of course, his career didn't last too long in that area - not nearly as long as it has as a sex slave. He was just 23 when I bought him."

"Well, in that case, I may ask to use him before I leave," Christian laughed. "For a moment there, I thought all you had hidden back in your bedroom was stock well past their prime and Niger and those attendants we just had servicing us were the exceptions arranged just for me."

"Christian, I do have some customers that like the older slaves for sex - they claim they feel more comfortable with a slave their own age."

"Well, each to their own. But I bet those slaves are still in great shape, can still get it up readily, and are still at least half-way decent to look at," I chuckled.

"Of course, Christian. I didn't say my customers were stupid."

"If they can afford the prices you charge for a piece of meat, no one is going to say they're stupid," Christian laughed. "By the way, I drive a dark brown Lexus. You don't happen to have a handsome slave in stock that is dark brown, do you? If so, he could drive my car and warm my bed. That way, I would making a real statement: great design, the best features, perfection in action, and the combo just reeks class and good taste."

"I've got one that just came in with a coffee brown hide that's trained to perfection and is really something to look at. He'd fill the bill exactly," Juan said in a tone that was pure salesmanship.

"How much?"

"For you, I'll discount it a little as long as you promise not to tell anyone I knocked a little off the price - hurts the dealership's image, you know if word got out you could wheel and deal with the stock's set prices. Five percent off and that's the absolute best I can do without losing on the slave. He cost me quite a bit."

"It's a deal," Christian said. "I assume we can get a slave property back to New York without too much hassle these days," I asked, unsure what the U.S. law was at this point on imported slaves.

"Well, there's an import fee charged by your government, greedy as it is. But you can ship them UPS these days without much trouble. If you take him with you, you'll have to figure in the airline tickets. If we ship him, it's on us," Juan said professionally. "We can arrange everything for you if you want - he'll be delivered to your townhouse whenever you want with all the appropriate ownership papers, bills of sale, and custom receipts. We even insure them to make sure they arrive in good shape. To the U.S., that adds about $2000 delivery costs, so, with the five percent off, the stock you'd be buying would come to about $122,000, Christian. Somehow," he snickered, "I have a feeling that's pocket change to you."

"Jesus, Juan, when it comes to selling slaves your mind works like a computer. How can you remember each slave's price, anyway?" Christian asked jokingly.

"That's my business, Christian," Juan said with a wink. "What's the matter? Interested in a scrub slave for $16,000. I've probably got a few down in the back barns that have been traded in and I'd be glad to get rid of at least one of them before selling them off for body parts. One of them is a mulatto hung like a horse and you can tell he was a real looker back in his day. Traded in on some new stock by that plant producing Michelin tires over at San Paulo. Means he's had a plug up his ass from the tire factory for a number of years, but before that I understood he was once owned by a brothel in downtown Rio, so you know he was a real looker at one time and probably knows every trick in the book."

"Save it, Juan," Christian laughed. "I'm not in the market for a 50-year-old worn-out whore no matter how cheap the goods are. You forget I may be as rich as you are, my friend, and can do better than old clunkers."

"Well, I'll get a good $20,000 or so just selling his parts off," Juan said. "But you know me, a salesman at heart. Don't blame me for trying."

"I'm not criticizing anyone serving as my gracious host in Brazil," Christian laughed, "especially with a five percent discount."

"I'll have that beautiful brown boy ready for shipment anytime you want him when you get back to New York. And, if you want, you can try him out tonight in your own bed," Juan stated.

"I sort of had Niger in mind for tonight if your hospitality still holds," I sheepishly answered. "I sure enjoyed him last night."

"You can have both, you know, Christian," Juan laughed. "That is, if you're up to fucking both of them."

"You're going to wear me down to a nub, Juan," I laughed, "but I would like to see if the new slave is as well trained as you claim before shipping him all the way to New York."

"I'll have him delivered to your room about midnight. Surely by then, Niger will be ready for a little rest," Juan laughed. "He'll be delivered completely cleansed inside and out and fully greased up for a good fucking."

"How about later in the week, Juan? I think Niger will be enough for tonight."

"Oh, alright, Christian. I'll use him one last time tonight. He's a long way from being a virgin anyway,' Juan laughed. "In the interim, let's go back to the manor house for a good lunch and then I can show you some of my house staff. We need to do that before we begin a tour of the main facilities here."

Christian gave a quizzical look at Juan, glancing at the two slaves in the room.

"Oh, all right. You can fuck my attendant while I fuck yours," Juan said. "Seems fair enough, but I must warn you, Christian. I'm about fucked out for today. You Americans never seem to wear out, despite all the talk about machismo here in Brazil."

Soon, Juan had exhausted my attendant slave to his complete satisfaction and I had explored all aspects of Juan's attendant. After that, the two slaves were ordered to douche and then shower and we proceeded to the main house.

When we got back to the manor house, Juan showed me three of the best pieces of male flesh I had ever seen, part of his house staff. The first slave's skin was a very smooth cream color with no blemishes whatsoever. His body was well defined, but not overly muscular like a weight-lifter's might be. His face was almost feminine it was so beautiful with fine black ringlets framing the face highlighted by a jet black pencil line beard outlining his jaw-line. He had flashing jet black eyes, prominent ringed brown nipples, beautifully sculpted pecs and abs, and a long, thick, circumcised penis at good 10" long atop balls the size of a couple of peaches. His body was totally hairless below his neck, which made his gold collar, tit rings, and thick genital band display beautifully.

"This slave is even better in bed than he looks like he might be," Juan explained as he stroked the slave to a full erection until the boy was dripping heavily.

The second slave presented was a pure black trimmed with a gold collar, gold genital band, and gold tit rings.

"This is the slave I mentioned before - he's one of the first out of the Mississippi breeding farm I was talking about before," Juan explained as he rubbed the black's slave muscular butt appreciatively.

The slave was so sexy that I got all hot again and could barely pay attention to Juan's third presentation, a muscular boy with sandy brown hair, a light dusting of body hair he was allowed to keep, a cute face, and a phenomenal prick fully erect between his two widely-parted legs.

"Another American boy," Juan explained as he hefted the slave's balls and bounced them around in the palm of his hand possessively. "Part of a large lot of slaves sold by the Texas prison system to a big dealer in Rio. When I saw him, I just had to have him for some reason or another."

"I think I can understand your need to buy him," Christian said as he ran his hands over the slave's sculptured pecs and twisted his tit rings a little.

"You know when I bought him, I took him with me, right out of his holding pen, to my hotel room in Rio and spent the next two hours fucking him slowly and thoroughly even though it wasn't even noon yet," Juan chuckled. "And you know what he said to me when I was through plowing his ass, Christian?"

"I'm surprised he could say anything after that, Juan," I laughed.

"The slave here said, 'Thank you, master,' when I dismissed him from my bed at long last. And then, Christian," Juan continued, "with a worried look on his handsome face, he ventured, 'Was I as pleasing as Master's other bed slaves?'"

"Christian, I told him: 'Why, you horny bastard. What's the matter? Getting jealous of your competition? But then I told him he was fine - I just thought he was a little too tight in the ass, but I'd take care of that over time.'"

"You know, Christian, this slave looked relieved and a smile crept across his face. I guess he thought he wouldn't be traded in right away, at least. And you're still here, aren't you, slave?" Juan asked the handsome American boy.

"Yes, master," the beautiful piece of man-flesh responded with a big smile on his face. "Would master or his friend like to use me now, master?" he ventured.

"Hold your horses, boy. All in due time," Juan laughed as he continued kneading the boy's balls.