Art by HE THONG

  Can you guess what this important occasion is?

 

 As every evening at this same time, the famous Nigerian beast tamer Akon and his son Oki are ready to enter the circus ring in a few seconds. It was exactly one year ago that Akon saw his occupation jeopardized by the new worldwide prohibition of using wild animals in circus acts. Fortunately, his close contacts with slave traders brought a solution faster than he imagined...  

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...

 

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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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    A wonderful day for moving! While Demian waits for the moving truck, which should be there in some ten minutes, the slaves of the moving company bring outside all his possessions: his clothes in suitcases, his domestic slaves inside their cages, and all the other things in the big moving boxes provided by the company themselves. Furniture, on the other hand, is left behind. Demian plans to buy brand-new equipment, combining with the art-nouveau style of his new residence.      

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  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 ...