Fulfilling the Fantasy

By Anonymous4371

Published on Aug 30, 2023

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FULFILLING THE FANTASY VIII

By Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)

[Please let me know your reactions to this continuing story or if you are even reading it]

Mark got up late the next morning to see John at the desk compiling a list while the Italian steward was busily cleaning the bathroom.

"What are you up to so early in the morning?" Mark asked sleepily.

"It's a long haul from here to Nicaragua, Mark. Clear down the Patagonian coast, around Cape Horn, through the Straits of Magellan, and then all the way up the entire west cost of South America before we even hit Central America, let alone Nicaragua. We're going to be at sea now for a good 25 days, so I'm devising a plan."

"Yes, don't leave me hanging, John. Not this early in the morning," Mark laughed.

"Well, we can't just fuck the steward every night for 25 days in a row. According to my records, I've bought up 39 slaves to date and you have purchased 5. That's 44 slaves down in that hold just waiting to offer us their bodies. I'm working out a timetable so we can have fresh meat brought up here each and every day," John reported with some satisfaction. "I'm almost done with the schedule, but you'll need to look it over if you plan to participate in this cornucopia of highly selected slave meat."

Mark laughed as he proceeded into the bathroom to have the steward assist him in his morning shower, including a good back scrub followed by a deep massage. "Count me in," he shouted from the bath. "We'll need a little variety in that long a stretch at sea."

"Scrub harder, slave," Mark ordered the Italian as he began washing Mark's back. Then, somewhat irritated, he asked the slave, "I'm sick of just calling you slave. What was your name before you were enslaved? Surely you had one."

"Yes, master," the Italian slave laughed. "My name was Antonio, but everyone called me Tony. Of course, master, you can name me anything you want as it pleases you," the slave quickly added before his answer was interpreted as incredibly arrogant for a mere slave.

"Tony will do," Mark grumbled as he turned around so the slave could scrub his frontside.

Emerging from the bathroom fully dressed and freshly shaved, Mark said, "The steward's name was Tony before he was a slave. Is it all right with you if we used that name rather than just 'slave' - it gets so confusing when we have some slaves from the hold up here - they never know which one and I can't figure out which one you're giving commands to either."

"Tony's OK with me, Mark, but you know most dealers recommend renaming a slave whose been free before. Using their pre-slave name can lead to them taking liberties they say, and forgetting they belong to someone else now."

"Hell, I'm willing to risk it - if he starts reverting or whatever, we still hold the whip. Besides, he's not our slave anyway - it's the cruise line's problem, not ours. They're the ones that own him. Let's see your list, John," Mark said as he picked the paper up off the desk and began going over it.

Day 1 First two Haitians purchased by John.

Day 2 First two purchased by John in Surinam

Day 3 First two purchased by John in Brazil

Day 4 Mark's purchase in Haiti and Mark's purchase in Columbia

Day 5 Second two Haitians purchased by John

Day 6 First two purchased by John in Columbia

Day 7 The two purchased by John in Guyana

Day 8 Second two purchased by John in Columbia

Day 9 Mark's purchase in Surinam and John's third purchase in Brazil

Day 10 Mark's two purchases in Brazil

Day 11 John's fourth and fifth purchases in Brazil

Day 12 John's third and fourth purchases in Surinam

Day 13 Pick out several deck boys, leash them and bring to room

Day 14 Pick out some waiters at meal time, leash them, and bring to room.

Day 15 Repeat entire 14 day cycle.

"Will two pieces of fresh meat a day be enough for both of us?" Mark asked, putting down the sheet.

"Well, if not, we can always go on a six-day cycle and have four of our slaves up here at once. I'm sure the slaves won't mind. But, for variety's sake, we shouldn't deprive ourselves of what the ship has to offer: all those waiters that could be leashed and brought to the room as well as that whole corps of deck hands that practically beg you to leash them. Some of the dealers are into the baggage slaves - I see them being led by their leashes up and down the halls all hours of the day and night and I'm sure it's not to pick up some luggage or deliver it. But, Mark, I do think we should fuck our own new slaves at least once in a while to establish our ownership if nothing else. Besides, what slave doesn't expect a new owner to show some interest in his new purchase and check it out? It's good for their morale - assures them someone owns them after the chaos of the auction barns."

Mark laughed. "Nothing like a good fucking to calm a slave down, John?"

"There's more truth to that than you know. Ask any dealer," John said soberly.

"Here I thought you just wanted a variety of fresh willing slave meat in your bed each and every day," Mark laughed. "But you're claiming its an obligatory right of ownership, a confirmation of a slave's eager expectations, and even a training exercise for the slave. Next thing, you'll be claiming it's a religious experience of some type."

"If it isn't, it's damn close," John laughed.

"You never asked me if it was alright for you to fuck the crap out of my slaves," Mark teased.

"And you never thanked me for providing four of my bedbucks to every one of yours for our combined pleasure, you bastard," John laughed. "Maybe I should charge you rent."

"You got me there," Mark laughed.

"Slave....er.. Tony," John said addressing the Italian steward. "Here's a list of our slave holdings on board to date. Go down to the hold and fill in each slave's cage number according to this list. Then, following that list, go down to the hold each morning when we're through using you, and get the two slaves listed for that day, cleanse them inside and out, body shave them, trim their head hair if necessary, and then lubricate them heavily. Then leash them and bring them up to the room and leash them to the foot of our beds where they can kneel until we're ready to use them. They'll probably be here all day so make sure they have their morning feed in them before you bring them up."

"Yes, master," the steward replied, looking a little concerned. "You want me to start the list today or tomorrow?" the slave asked anxiously.

"Today, slave, but what's your problem, slave....er....Tony?" John snapped.

"You're still going to use me in bed, aren't you master?" Tony asked anxiously.

"Yes, yes.... These other boys are just to introduce some fresh meat. I don't know what you were frowning about anyway. If we just fucked you for 25 days in a row, your ass would be so raw you couldn't walk for a month and your hole would be so opened, no exercising in the world would make you tighten up after that. Besides, when we get tired fucking this fresh meat, guess who's going to get the honors, slave boy?"

"Thank you, master. Thank you," Tony said, obviously relieved that he hadn't displeased his masters in any way. "I always enjoy being fucked by my masters," Tony added so that the masters had no misunderstanding about his constant willingness to please them in every way.

"Tony," Mark said. "Just to prove our intentions, I'm going to give you a quick fuck before I go down to breakfast."

"Followed by me," John added.

"Thank you, masters," Tony replied, beaming in smiles as he quickly got onto the bed with his legs over his head so his hole was fully exposed. "This the way you want me, Master Mark?" he asked .as Mark jumped onto the bed and began fucking him without comment while John stroked his long, thick tool, waiting his turn, knowing Mark shot off fast when he was hungry for breakfast..


After breakfast, Mark and John took the sun around the pool with a bunch of other dealers. Most of them were planning to attend the ship's seminar today on Nicaraguan slaves and all were looking forward to seeing the famed Cape Horn as well as taking in the sights of the Straits of Magellan.

"I've always wanted to get at least a glimpse of Antarctica," one dealer said. "They said the cruise will take us close enough to at least see some of the ice caps surrounding the place - that's close enough for me."

"Beagle's Channel is suppose to have some of the best scenery in the world," another dealer said enthusiastically. We're going right up it, you know, as soon as we get by the Horn."

"The cargo master told me they turn the fans off down in the hold once we get past Patagonia and the temperature starts going down," still another dealer commented. "By the time, we're at the Cape, he said, they batten down the hatches to keep the stock from freezing to death. He's aware most of the stock down there are from the tropics and can get pneumonia mighty easily in the freezing temperatures ahead of us. But, get this, he said they never have to use any heat down there if the hold is full of slaves due to all the body heat radiating out of those crowded cages. But, right now, only about 15% of the cages are full so they're planning to open up some heat ducts to keep our boys tropical warm."

Still another dealer added, "My steward said it stinks like hell down there what with the sweat, piss, semen and everything else. That's with the fans going day and night. Can you imagine what that place will smell like with closed hatches and the heat on. We'll probably have to double shower our boys brought up from the hold before we use them if we don't want them stinking up our whole suite. "

"They always cleanse them inside and out before they deliver them up to us anyway. But the air in their lungs might have to be ventilated. Might have your steward run them around the deck a few times regardless of the weather to clear out their lungs before bringing them to your room.," a dealer from Australia suggested.

"Well," John added. "One's thing for sure - those slaves in the hold will sure appreciate their time in our rooms breathing all that fresh, clean air even if, most likely, something big and hot is jabbing up their rear or down their throats."

Everyone laughed uproariously at that remark and the conversation turned to why the ship wasn't stopping anywhere in Argentina and Chile, let alone Equador, Panama, and Costa Rica.

A man with a Germany accept tackled that one. "It's simple economics. We have to go where slaves are the biggest export item to have a good choice at the lowest prices - places like Haiti and Guyana where there is little else to sell but prime slave flesh, much of it bred to market demand. You've seen for yourselves the high quality available and the incredibly cheap prices - it's obvious most of us took advantage of those markets or the hole wouldn't be 15% full already."

"But let's take Argentina we're sailing by right now. Argentina has long had a vibrant middle- class that could afford to own at least a slave or two, while the big ranches have them in the thousands. Despite their current inflationary problems, most Argentinians can still afford to hang onto their slaves and not dump them on the open marketplace, although I saw a few, as I suppose you did, available in Porte Alegre. My guess is they were sold off by some family really feeling the pinch of inflation and they could probably get more for them in the big market at Porte Alegre than they could at home where they are few buyers right now. But the bottom line right now in Argentina is: the slave markets don't have much to offer and what they do have they want too much for them. That's why this ship is sailing right by."

"Chile is even worse as far as we dealers wanting to buy are concerned. Chilians are enjoying a great economy. The middle class there is just beginning to be able to enjoy the institution of slavery and they're buying up slaves as fast as they can get them now that they have the money to pay for them. Therefore, Chile is importing slaves from numerous sources and prices are high. Eventually it will hurt their balance of payments internationally, but by then, they should be able to get their first crop off the new breeding farms they're wisely setting up. As soon as that happens, slave prices will stabilize and the economy will really take off as the middle class is able to buy up more and more slaves for their own comfort and convenience. Again, the high prices and currently scarcity of slaves, plus the lack of a good supply of locally bred slaves yet, makes Chile a pass-by for us. This cruise is about prime goods and great bargains - they're smart to limit our stops to where that's possible and not waste our time just sightseeing. After all," he smiled, "this IS supposed to be a business trip."

"Hey!" one of the dealers exclaimed. "This guy really knows what he's talking about."

"He should, stupid. He's one of the ship's lecturers - the guest economist," someone in the crowd answered. Everyone laughed, including the dealer that had just been called stupid.

"As to Equador," the man continued unabated, "that's another whole story. There's no middle class there to create a new market for slaves. Most of the people there are simple peons in semi- bondage already to the rich landlords who control a good 90% of all the land. There's really no need for slaves - the poor are, for all practical purposes, slaves already without the cost of buying them or being responsible for feeding them. True, some of the landed aristocracy there own true collared slaves, but most of those are imported exotics of one type or another mainly purchased to warm their owner's beds with something new and different. But there are no such things as labor slaves or even domestic slaves that clean the house, etc. Most true slaves in Equador are simply exotic whores when you get right down to it. But they are few and far between. The same is true of Panama for the main part. That's why the ship isn't stopping in either country. Frankly, there's nothing to buy, unless they start selling off the peons and I doubt that because they'd be cutting off their own feet in that those are the people doing all the work for very little in return."

"Costa Rica is even more middle class than Chile. People that want slaves for their personal use already have one or two. Plantations that have labor needs are well stocked. The whole country can produce new slaves by breeding them as fast as they use them up. They is no need to import slaves currently - fortunate for the government and their balance of payments - but, for the time being at least - there is no excess either in that breeding for export simply hasn't been developed yet to any extent. Consequently, for us dealers, Costa Rica offers neither a rich choice of available slaves for sale or cheap prices. The International Slave Dealers Association knew exactly what they were doing when they set up this world cruise. Stop where its most profitable and the choice is good; sail right by those places where few bargains are to be had and the choice is limited. It's an ideal itinerary."

"Sounds like Costa Rica might be a good place to invest in an export breeding operation," one of the dealers commented.

"Not necessarily. Food and land costs are surprisingly high there although the climate would be idea since you wouldn't have to worry much about shelter and clothing. Rearing slave stock can eat up all the profits if you aren't located near a cheap supply of basic slave food. They can make more off of tourism than slave breeding right now," the economist answered.

"Which gets up so Nicaragua," the speaker continued. "But I see it's time for the ship's seminar to start. Today Nicaragua's markets are the topic, so anything I had to say will no doubt be covered in the seminar."

All the dealers expressed their appreciation to the economist for sharing his professional insights as they strolled, drinks in hand, to the seminar.


"Thanks for your attendance at this first session of a series of seminars on Nicaragua," the lecturer began. "This first session today will be on the slave markets of Nicaragua. Following lectures, spaced throughout our time at sea before we arrive in Nicaragua will cover the beautiful sights you will visit, the history of Nicaragua, and the cultural influences permeating Nicaraguan society today. If you're surprised there isn't a separate lecture on the economics of Nicaragua, I think after today's lecture, you will see why. The economics of contemporary Nicaragua determine almost entirely the slave sales in Nicaragua as I hope you will understand. With that said, and with the encouragement to attend all of the subsequent lectures, let us begin.

"The Nicaraguan slave markets are going to be different than anything you have visited to date. If you've never been here before, you are going to be surprised. I'm sure few, if any of you, have visited markets where large numbers of the local populace beg to be enslaved and placed up on the block for sale. In fact, fights often break out as people clamor to be first in line to be stripped, shackled, branded, collared, and then placed on the auction block - all the time thanking the slavers who are processing them. To the slavers, the goods are free for the taking and anything that can get for that body on the block is pure profit minus the steep 25% government tax on each sale, about the only source of government revenue.

"Why are people clamoring to give up all freedom for life and, in effect, sell their own bodies at an open market? The answer is simple, my friends. It's their only hope of survival. If the dealers refuse to market them, they're dead and they know it. Starvation will get them within a month at best, usually; if not, their weakened immune systems can't stave off contemporary diseases. Their only hope for survival is to be sold to a master or mistress who will feed them.

"This isn't a case of a person nobly selling themselves to raise funds for the survival of his family - like you see in Asia so frequently. Or parents selling their oldest children sacrificially to buy food for the youngest children still at home like you see in Afghanistan or Pakistan. Or orphanages and prisons making the tough call of selling some of their inmates off to get money to feed the remaining inmates like in Russia or lately, Argentina and Indonesia. No, nothing that altruistic.

Slavery in Nicaragua is all about self-preservation - a simple, but permanent, exchange of a body and all that body can do for food and shelter to survive. Neither their family of any institution gets a farthing for this exchange. The only historical analogy I know of are the starving Russian serfs in the 18th century who frequently begged to become the slaves to the landed aristocracy absolutely free simply so they would be fed. Millions of Russians did it then and millions of Nicaraguans are doing it now. But in this case the dealer profits from whatever he can get for the new slave and the government gets 25% of slave sales - about its only source of income anymore in their collapsed economy.

"Your going to see men and women begging to be sold, clamoring to be shackled, and fighting to get up on that sales podium to display themselves. But, of course, this means we're a long way from the beauties sold by the breeding farms from carefully highly selected breeding stock. Remember that Brazilian ranch we visited yesterday that had developed a unique breed of handsome, light brown slaves with brown hair, dark black eyes, and all heavy hung - hundreds and hundreds of them - all with the same characteristics? And we're a long way from dealers only handling prime goods - for example, those huge muscular, well hung blacks like you saw in Haiti. And we're a long way from specialized markets dealing only in draft slaves, sex slaves, domestic slaves, construction slaves, mine slaves, etc., like you saw in Surinam. Nicaraguan slave markets generally have it all: diseased children; starving youths, emaciated adults, and practically worthless old people who have nothing to offer a buyer.

Along with that trash, the buyer can find a few strapping youths who are smart enough to place themselves on the auction block before starvation has taken all appeal out of their bodies; some able-bodied adults who are intelligent enough to realize selling themselves is the only way to avoid the horrors of slow starvation; and even some offerings that, with a lot of slave chow under their belt and some therapeutic vitamins, could be built up to become good breeding stock.

"But Nicaragua, full of unbelievable buys for the serious slave dealer, is also a market, as you doubt have figured out by now, where it is easy to end up with a bunch of hungry mouths in bodies too far gone to ever be of any real worth. The minute you set foot in Leon, our port stop there, you're going to be beseeched by people begging to be bought. They're not even slaves yet, but that doesn't matter - it's almost a technicality to them by this point. If you're willing to buy them, they're eager to put the collars and shackles on as fast as possible, line up for the branding iron, and put themselves on the block for you to buy them. But beware! Don't buy anything until you get to the markets and see what's already available. The dealers have done some serious sorting out in terms of market value and have generally refused to enslave those that they can't sell. Stick with the dealer's stock and you're already a lot better off than dealing on the streets where you can buy a starving child for as lttle as $5, but what have you got once you've bought them? Remember, for $25 or $30 dollars, you can buy a full grown male, who, with a decent diet for a month or so and a bottle of vitamin pills, could be turned into real saleable stock back home. Your goal in Leon is to buy up the stock that's worth transporting all the way back to your home dealership and will bring a decent price on your own auction block when the time comes."

"Since we're only half way through our trip by the time we get to Nicaragua, there's plenty of time to fatten up the stock once you've got your new slaves in the ship's hold. The slave chow fed the slaves here on the ship will insure a wholesome protein-rich diet for the Nicaraguan stock. But those noted to be underfed when they are first caged on the ship are generally given three feedings a day instead of two, our schedule for most slaves. That is determined, usually, by the ship's vet who looks over the stock every day, who will make a recommendation for extra feedings if he deems it medically sound and if the owner is willing to pay the small extra charge involved - around 50 cents a day usually since slave chow is so cheap nowadays. Although the slave chow is vitamin enriched, some of the Nicaraguan slaves will most likely benefit from B-12 shots. If so, these again will be recommended if deemed appropriate by the ship's vet and will also incur a slight additional charge - usually just a dollar a shot. Our experience has been that Nicaraguan slaves, if carefully chosen to start with at Leon's major slave houses, respond very well to these therapeutic interventions and by the time the ship gets back to New York, you can still tell that stock from your other stock, but at least they're filled out, some solid muscle is coming back on their frames with the enforced exercises, and their complexions and hair look healthy again, but you can't overcome years of malnourishment. They will always be smaller in stature; they will never sport the huge muscular builds like you've seen in Surinam or Haiti, and many of them will have to be fitted with full dentures if appearance is a factor in subsequent sales. It is doubtful if their life span will be as long as other slaves placed in similar work assignments. But, for what you paid for them, you can still make huge profits even selling them off at the lowest prices your own buyers have ever heard of. In other words, Nicaraguans sell like hotcakes in most foreign markets, especially to those who could never afford a bigger, sturdier slave. Nicaraguans are the price leaders in most world markets these days. You pay $30 for a full grown but half starved man; you fatten him up and sell him for $1000 at home and the buyer there thinks he's getting a great bargain. He is, relatively. But think of the profits involved for you.

"No doubt you're wondering how Nicaragua got to this state of affairs. After generations of exploitative foreign intervention and a long, devastating civil war, the country was left with absolutely nothing in terms of capital: their currency was worthless, all production facilities were destroyed, and all natural resources needed capital to develop to marketability. As a result, unemployment was, and is, around 90%; people have nothing to sell to exchange for food (most of which must be imported) and no salaries; and the country has no income from export of goods or taxes that can be collected (outside of the steep tax on slave sales already mentioned. People have nothing to sell but themselves, and so it's just a question of when. The slave market is self-selective to a degree. The smart ones get themselves enslaved while they're still vendable; the dumb ones wait until starvation has made them totally unsalable and no dealer will bother with them. So what you see at the dealers' pens are really the brightest and best of the Nicaraguan people. It's too bad they're all being shipped out at a rapid rate. What's left in the country makes the nation's future even more bleak. But you're going to be in Nicaragua at an optimal time. The country is selling off its people as fast as they can to raise cash; this oversupply situation means slaves are selling at historically low levels; and the sheer numbers involved means you have some decent choices still available. Ten years from now I doubt if this situation will still be there. All those salable will be long gone; the slave markets will dry up for lack of available stock; and there will be few around able to supply a new generation of slave stock. Goodbye, Nicaragua, as far as world markets, especially slave markets, are concerned."

"In closing, let me list a few do's and don'ts once we land in Leon:

"Don't let people sell themselves to you, even if it's free. All you're getting is a hungry mouth to feed with no long-term payoff.

"Don't buy up the first slaves you see - there are so many available, look them over carefully before you buy anything. Good slaves are available, but you must select carefully to find the still healthy ones that can be restored back to good body condition.

"Do buy up 18-25 years old who look like a good diet will bring them around. Anything else involves too much risk, no matter how low the offering price.

"With the stock you buy there, do plan to pay out the moderate on-board fees for the extra feedings and the B-12 therapeutic shots we mentioned that are available on board in the hold.

"Do plan to replace their teeth with cheap dentures. Almost all slaves you will see at Leon will have bad teeth already or soon will have. A $100 invested in dentures can up their selling price back home at least $1000. The ship's slave dentist can pull all the slave's teeth and fit new dentures for around $100 dollars so it's all done by the time we get back home. I think you'll find that the no- profit cost here on the ship is fully competitive with veterinary dental fees at home, if not considerably cheaper. An added bonus to denture fitting is that toothless slaves make very good cock suckers - a fact I'm sure I don't need to tell a bunch of slave dealers. Therefore, I'm sure you'll more than get your $100 back on that fact alone, let along their improved appearance. If you decide to do this, be sure you school the purchase well in orally servicing a master so this feature can be exploited and make them more appealing on your own sales podium.

"Don't buy up anyone over 25 or children, no matter what the price - even if the dealer tries to throw them in free with your other purchases. They're not worth the cost of feeding them in the long haul.

"Don't plan to breed your Nicaraguan stock. If you're going to breed slaves, pick big muscular well developed slaves that have had good diets since they were birthed themselves and who have always enjoyed good health care. Anything else has puny genes and isn't worth your effort. Since all of us are committed to improving the breed of slaves all over the world, most buyers don't want Nicaraguan stock reproducing in any way, so males are often castrated shortly after they're bought or at least have a large ring fastened through the end of their penis so they can't have intercourse. It is wise to have the tubes tied on any Nicaraguan women you buy. If you ring your males like I described (which we can do right here on the ship if you want), the slaves can't masturbate either without extreme pain, so most ringed slaves really don't have any sexual outlets at all. Some owners prefer that in that they feel all the slave's sexual energies are then sublimated into their other assigned tasks, making a better slave in the process. If you don't buy into that, simply have them castrated which only costs $50 here on the ship which, with modern techniques and antibiotics, now has a guaranteed survival following that fairly simple and quick surgery which leaves the penis intact and simply removes the balls with only a small, practically invisible scar. I might add here that Nicaraguan males generally are anything but heavily endowed, making the operation even simpler on that stock.

"Finally, let me conclude with this advice about Leon's markets. Don't expect to buy the highest quality; do expect to pay the lowest prices. Restrict your purchases to slaves sold through the major dealers and only buy prime-age slaves - no others. Plan to pay a little extra to build them up once their in the ship's hold, get their teeth replaced, castrate or ring your males, and teach them good cock sucking skills to increase their value. Follow that advice and you'll end up a rich man."

The lecture ended with thunderous applause. Not one dealer on the ship planned to deviate from the advice offered by the brilliant lecturer who obviously knew the market well. Every dealer there planned to do exactly what was recommended: buy up lots of 18-25 year olds who were salvageable at bargain prices from the big dealers in downtown Leon; get their teeth pulled and then replaced with dentures by the ship's vetinanary dentist, have them fed supplemental slave chow and be given B-12 shots once they were caged on board, have every male purchase to be sold as a labor slave at least ringed and every male slave to be sold for domestic assignments castrated and have the tubes tied on every female slave they bought. All these now toothless slaves would be given special instruction in oral servicing - a series of lessons easily taught by the slave handlers in the hold. Most planned to buy up as many as they could afford if the prices were as cheap as described, taking into account they wanted to leave some cage spaces open for later purchases. But, as they said, the hold was only 15% full now. Even some heavy buying in Leon would probably only get it to the 40% mark at most. After all, there were 5000 cages down there.

The talk continued throughout the long lunch in the dining hall. But all the talk about ringing male penises, castrating others, teaching toothless slaves oral servicing skills, etc., had its toll. The poor dining room barely had any staff left by the time the last diner left. All the waiters had been led away back to the guests room at the end of a leash!

Mark and John were no different from the others, although they left the dining room staff unleashed. But they hurried back to their room to find Tony, the Italian slave assigned as their steward, had done exactly as he had been told. Leashed by their collars to rings at the foot of their both beds were two huge muscular Haitian slaves, both with handsome black faces and throbbing organs, freshly shaved and showered. The two Haitian slaves knew exactly why they were there and looked eagerly at their masters. When they were unleashed and motioned to the beds, they knew exactly what was expected of them and, after all that time in the cages, looked forward to it. They were well used that afternoon and, after their masters went to dinner and the steward flushed them out thoroughly and gave them another shower, they were leashed to the other master's bed and put to full use the minute their masters returned, each with a new user. By morning, each of the Haitian slaves had been fucked raw and their insides felt like warm butter in that they had no much cum pumped into them. Their stomachs were also full of cum from all the sucking they had been ordered to perform at one time or another throughout the long sessions servicing their masters. Their masters were drained dry now, but the slaves marveled at their endurance. Even the steward, a beautiful white boy, had been told to fuck each of them for their master's amusement in the middle of the afternoon and in the middle of the night while they "recharged." At last, their masters awoke, and this time they were told to stand by the bed while their masters stroked them to a full and complete discharge - a act they deeply appreciated after weeks of not being allowed any relief. But when it came time to shoot off, they had to do it in a crystal glass. Their hot output was part of their master's breakfast it seemed. No matter, the slaves thought, it was wonderful to be allowed to discharge and they fell to their knees to kiss their master's feet in pure gratitude telling their masters over and over how much they appreciated being used and, especially, being allowed to discharge for their master's breakfast drink.

When the Italian slave was leading them back to the cargo hold by their leashes, the slaves were practically dancing in delight. They risked questioning the Italian slave holding their leashes.

"When can we service good masters again, sir?" one asked in his broken English.

"Yes, we do anything masters want or..." he paused.. "you might want to pleasure you, sir."

"If you boys behave yourself and promise to really deliver the next time, I'll make sure you get back in your master's room in 15 days probably. Your master's have made up a schedule for use of their slaves and your turn comes up again in 15 days. But that can be modified. You may be moved up on the schedule if some slaves aren't fully satisfactory in the master's bed, or if the master's want more slaves available in the room at one time. The masters will decide, of course."

"You get used a lot, sir?" one of the black's ventured.

"Yes," the steward replied. "I've worked my way up to this position through hard work and a good attitude. You think on that, slave."

"Yes, sir. I' try real hard to please my handsome new master, sir, and so my partner try hard too, sir.."

The conversation ended when the two Haitian slaves were placed back in their small cages, but the Italian steward did ruffle their hair a bit as he locked the cage door. "You do that, slave boys."

TO BE CONTINUED

Comments are always solicited and appreciated. Bill Smith (anonymous4371@juno.com)

Next: Chapter 9


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