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The last step in Zulima's preparation for its visit to the Sheik's chambers is to get it hard, since Master demands that his favorite always presents itself in full erection. It's the dwarf slave which takes care of vigorously stroking the oily meat pole, while Zalima's hair receives the final touch in accordance with Master's likings.     There goes the splendid African slave, amid the satisfied gaze of its assistants, to spend the rest of the day attending its owner. From time to time, Zulima takes the dwarf slave with it, as it knows Master likes to amuse himself watching his favorite use the little animal as a sex toy, between his repeated penetrations of that muscular black ass of his possession.

  Well before the Sheik's limousine crosses the monumental gates of his magnificent estate, bringing Master from his business meetings downtown, the slaves begin preparing Zulima for today's visit to Master's chambers. They control that its armpits, pubic hair and anus are impeccably shaved. They polish the golden rings that adorn the outstandingly beautiful body at several points. Finally, they anoint the smooth, velvety dark skin with oils aromatized with the finest spices and perfumes, brought to the Sheik from all over the globe.   It is customary that, as the lesser white slaves work on its body, Zulima kills that idle time having fun with the dwarf slave, which has become a kind of pet for the African. 

As the favorite of Sheik Khwarismi, young Zulima enjoys many privileges that the other slaves cannot even dream of. First of all, amidst hundreds of nameless slaves, Zulima is the only one that bears a proper name -a typical Arab female name, quite appropriate for a man's sex toy. Second, because of the use it is given by its owner, Zulima has not been chastitized, its massive dark penis and balls hanging between its muscular legs much to the admiration and envy of its fellow slaves. Third, a corner of the vasts apartments of the Sheik's harem is especially reserved to Zulima, and a crew of four or five white slaves is exclusively destined to its service. The slaves attend Zulima in all its daily needs, including its sexual satisfaction -a special gift from its generous Master.  Among them, Zulima prefers to fuck a dwarf slave which, because of its mature age, knows many secrets to deliver maximal pleasure, while impaled in the rock-hard burning mast of African meat.

    Thanks to his fixation with workout and the Japanese genes from the side of his mother, my young neighbor and good friend Tsundere is getting really big. His already enormous frame is now covered by a plethoric muscularity, and I think that he has overcome 120 kg. The problem is that his testosterone levels are so high that the least hint to sensuality is  enough to arouse him sexually! Fortunately, the decorated slaves that I keep in my home's sauna are not there just to adorn the room, and they know very well what to do when they see an erection...

 

Spartan generals know that they can always secure a victory on the most ferocious enemies, but at a very high price: they must sacrifice their best warrior to Ares, the God of War. In today's battle against the Athenians, they cannot risk a defeat. The sacrificial victim is a Philistine mercenary -a huge man, stronger than three Greek soldiers- who has served Sparta for two years now. Last night, he has been narcotized and his eyes  torn out, and today at sunrise he has been brought to the ceremonial pier of Kalamata. Ares himself crosses the Messenian Gulf to collect the tribute. By the time victory is announced in Sparta, the towering Philistine will have been given as food to Kerberos, the hound of Hades.  

  Having just turned sixteen, Hattusili is the youngest, biggest, and strongest warrior of the Hittite infantry. As soon as he became enrolled in the army, he chose two of his fellow soldiers -two older, but very hot, very muscular men- as his boyfriends. The two fortunate warriors, Kurunta and Mursili, could hardly believe how lucky they were when Hattusili approached them to let them know his decision.   Now, Hattusili and his boyfriends spend most of their free time by the sea, at the shore resorts reserved to the Hittite army, swimming and sunbathing at leisure. Their always playful mood frequently lead them to sexual games. Kurunta and Mursili can't help being permanently erect when they are near their boyfriend's huge muscularity. Hattusili, on the other hand, needs their full aid to get his massive penis hard. He penetrates the two men several times, but never allows them to fuck him. Once he is satisfied and his boyfriends have licked clean his still pulsating meat ...

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Three young brothers, former slaves to a late colonel of the Pannotian army, were abandoned  to their fate when their owner died in a recent battle against the Barbarian invaders. They are now begging a warrior of the conquering hosts to take them as his property. Used to the relatively benign life conditions of Pannotian slaves, they can hardly imagine how harsh it is to serve a  brutal Barbarian in the gelid climates of his Northern dwelling...

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Recent progress in slave selection and training methods have produced a whole new generation of almost perfectly conditioned male slaves in excellent shape. This, however, has brought about one unforeseen side effect. When confronted with this type of perfectly shaped and trained slave, old-school slave keepers frequently feel offended, disadvantaged, or plainly envious. For generations, the normal public appearance of a slave has been their metal neck collar and chastity frame as the only pieces of  body armor. Traditionally, the slaves were branded or tattooed their owners mark  on their stripped body for everyone to detect and recognize. Some owners preferred part of their stock to wear extra rings through their noses or genitals, sometimes even in precious metals to demonstrate wealth or cultural traditions. Conservative forces have now prompted restrictive measures banning slave nakedness in public places. Slave owners are forced to take measures to  co...

  Yesterday, looking at some old pictures, I have recalled that one of the visitors here once asked whether my family owned slaves when I was a child. So, I have chosen this image to publish in my blog today. In the picture, taken when I was six or seven years old, I am playing at the beach near home with two of my parent's slaves.  By those good old days, it was fashionable that slaves were fully shaved (sometimes, even their eyebrows and eyelashes!) and that they weared heavy bronze collars. Note that their brands are not tattooed, as nowadays, but acid-burned on their skin. I recall very well the slave which I am riding in the picture. It was a very young, very large specimen, whose incredible musculature often had me mesmerized even as a child. As I became of age, it was one of the first  that I mounted -this time, sexually speaking, of course. When my father and mother died -by that time, I already had my own slave stock- it was donated to the government and sent to ...

Did I tell you that my other three roommates are straight? Now, listen to what happened the day after I jerked Ezekiel off. It was late in the afternoon, when the giant Anwalan bounced into the bedroom covered in sweat -probably coming from the gym- and announced that he couldn't stand his horniness anymore, and that he would have to fuck the four of us straight away. My roommates' complaints and laments were useless: Ezekiel locked the door and forced us on our fours, asses well in the air, on his bed. In less than half an hour, we had been harshly fucked and our bowels were full of his scalding cum. I wonder how Ming Yang's shrill howls were not heard by anybody outside the room... That same evening, Ezekiel recognized that he had been too rude with us, but that -after such a long sexual abstinence- his horniness had grown beyond his control. However, he had found a solution: from then on, he would choose and fuck only two of us every day and, as a...

Some ten days ago, Ezekiel and I were alone in our bedroom. The Anwalan giant looked somehow gloomy, when he suddenly asked: “ I am gay, you know? Are you gay too? “ The question took me by surprise, and I only was able to stutter: “ Wha…? No… I… well, yes, I am ”. The answer seemed to cheer him up a lot and, taking me up to his eye level, he asked if I would mind jerking him off. As I was trying to recover from this new surprise, he explained that self-masturbation was strictly forbidden by his religion. In his country, at least within wealthy families, it was normally slaves which masturbated their owners. None of his many servants had survived the Anwalan nuclear catastrophe, though.  It was with mixed feelings that I agreed to jerk him off. The ejaculation was portentous, and impacted right on my face. And guess what? Ezekiel’s religion prescribes that human semen cannot be thrown away, but must always remain inside someone’s body… anybody, except its maker...