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forwarded for author Luc Milne

Copyright 2008 by Luc Milne.   <lucmilne@telus.net>.    All rights reserved. 
One copy may be downloaded for personal use

MEAT SCOUT 1

"From Routine to Rare"

I am a "Meat Scout"  for various branches of The Pleasure Corporation.  It 
is the job of the scout division to find and procure the endless supply of 
man flesh that the Corporation's increasingly successful enterprises 
require.  Some of the Divisions need fresh and virgin meat only, while 
others can use experienced and even aging meat.  For example, the Cocksuck 
Academies like to have virgin suckers so they don't have to suppress a lot 
of bad suck habits in the course of the two-year training.  On the other 
hand, the Cocks, the guys who are primarily used for training the mouths and 
throats of the suckers, can be experienced trade boys, used to getting their 
meat eaten on a regular and continuous basis.

Milk Farms and the Milk Boys Factories also need a constant resupply of 
fresh milkcocks, usually teen boys or college-age men who have the stamina 
and the plentiful cum reserves to feed the hungry milkers in the barns at 
the Milk Farm Resorts and the customers for the Special Stock from The Milk 
Boys labs.    The Big Game Preserves often ask for game-meat animals who 
have never been hunted or used, as the wildness of "virgin" meat is an 
attraction for the Hunters.  The Cock and Ball Restaurants also like to 
feature "wild" or virgin meat on their menus from time to time.  Of course, 
once a virgin cock has been eaten several times by different diners at the 
Restaurants, it becomes "experienced meat" useful for more elaborate 
preparations by the chefs: e.g. Pressed Dick with Orange Piss Sauce, or Man 
Oysters on the Half Shell.  In the final years of a server's usefulness to 
the Cock and Ball Restaurants, he is likely to undergo the reaming process 
which widens his cum canal so it can be stuffed with mouth-watering sauces 
and fiillings, from pate de foie gras to chocolate fudge.  The Restaurant 
managers also clamour incessantly for bigger and juicier "steaks" and 
"hambones"--the sort of monster meat that is hard to find and even harder to 
recruit or hire. And the "Boys to Go" division of the Restaurants requires 
an endless supply of juicy meat for the "Double TeenBurgers" that are so 
popular with their customers.

The Gentlemen's Clubs and the brothels must have a few virgin or unused boys 
on hand for special clients, and the S/M Ranch Resorts have special needs 
for smooth, rosy flesh ready to be whipped, teased and abused by avid 
sado-tourists.

I am sometimes asked what category of meat is the hardest to find and 
procure.  That is easy:  a young, handsome, hugely hung virgin is the 
ultimate prize.  There are lots of young guys ready for purchase, hire, or 
abduction, but few are massively hung, and there are lots of big dicks 
swinging around out there, but not usually between the thighs of fresh, 
virgin guys.  The hugest meat often comes attached to a very plain looking, 
if not downright ugly, stud.

For example, I was recently offered a giant cock by a slaver who bought the 
stud from a loan shark--the guy had defaulted on a loan--and I went to check 
out the product.  The slaver, whom I have brought products from often, had 
the guy stretched out on a bed, his wrists tied together over his head, and 
his thighs spread wide with his ankles cuffed to a separator bar.  He was 
blindfolded but I could see that he was no beauty.  His body was hairy, 
chunky, and bell-chested with pasty looking skin.  The slaver had "dressed 
him up" with a two-inch gold ball stretcher studded with diamonds (probably 
rhinestones) which pulled his egg-sized nuts down into a tempting fistful of 
pink flesh.  The cock was, as promised, spectacular: two and one half fists 
long, with a bullsnake head:  the corona was not very pronounced, making the 
whole piece a heavy, throbbing bludgeon of cockmeat.  He was hard, but not 
steely hard--there was a pliancy to the shaft and a pleasing looseness to 
the skin that seemed to invite rough handling and mauling.  A steady stream 
of precum kept the whole package wet and shiny.

So, you can see the problem: a highly desireable and suckable cock on a 
troll with no attractions other than the equipment between his thighs. 
Naturally the slaver thought that he could get top dollar for this "beauty" 
and he kept jacking the shaft and rubbing his thumb over the ripe cumlips to 
keep the thing swollen and wet.  He invited me to take a taste and even to 
milk the cum out of the dick:  he offered the nuts for me to squeeze or chew 
on.  He had a chart detailing the cum production of the guy over a 24 hour 
period of more-or-less continuous milking.  He offered to bring in a boy to 
serve as a breeder-cow for the cock, demonstrating  how long the guy could 
fuck a hole before cumming.

Still, I just couldn't get around the body and the face and the hairiness 
and the pasty flesh:  some of these faults could be corrected, but I knew 
that no amount of work could make this man into a thing of sexual beauty. 
At best he could go straight to a mid-range brothel for use as a 
power-fucker, or he could be sent to one of the S/M Ranches for the use of 
clients who like a gigantic cock to torture--regardless of what the rest of 
the guy looks like.  Hunters at the Big Game Preserves don't want to track 
down warthogs, no matter how well hung they are:  when a hunter takes his 
fresh "kill" back to the Pleasure Tents he wants to feel that he has a 
trophy--a fine looking animal--to play with.

So we dickered for a while over the price, and I allowed the slaver to pull 
a load of the guy's milk into a shot glass for me to sample (a rather strong 
flavour, but the glass was full to overflowing).  I watched as another of 
the seller's slaveboys struggled to deep throat the meat, just to prove to 
me that it could be done, and I noted that the guy's second shoot was as 
copious as the first, spilling out of the suck-kid's mouth and streaming 
down onto the heaving balls  After the second climax, I slapped the big meat 
back and forth with my open hand and was pleased to see that it quickly 
swelled up for further use.  The slaver even turned the man over and showed 
me his rock-hard ass cheeks, suggesting that he would  be ideal for fucking, 
but I know enough about our clients to realize that most fuckers want more 
than a solid butt to plug--they want a little "illusion" as well.  The guy 
they are fucking has to be young, or inexperienced, or built like a god, or 
movie-star handsome.  Generally, even in a low-end brothel, a customer 
doesn't spend good money to fuck a hairy beast, no matter how hung he is.

Finally, when I convinced the slaver that I was ready to turn and walk away 
from the deal, he agreed to a price I knew I could justify to my bosses and 
we closed the deal.  Within two weeks, after some conditioning and cum 
enhancement, the guy ended up with his dick and balls hanging through a 
glory hole in one of our brothels catering to cum-addicts and suck-queens. 
I hear he's very popular and a good money-maker.  Suckers will pay a premium 
for a three or four hour session with a guarantee that they will get a least 
four loads of cream from a cock that stays hard and suckable the whole time.

You can see that the life of a Meat Scout is not as glamourous as it might 
seem.  As in all scouting, whether for books, antiques, basefall players or 
hockey jocks, finding that special item is rare.  Mostly I just inspect the 
meat, give it a taste and a pull, then buy it by the pound!

I don't want to imply that The Pleasure Corporation is not really interested 
in mature cocks.  In some areas we find that well-used experienced meat is 
preferable to young flesh.  This is particularly true of "Breeder" stock. 
By that I mean guys who are trained and employed primarily as ass-fuckers 
for clients who want a long, deep pounding.  The Breeder Barns at the S/M 
Ranches, for example, require a plentiful supply of stallions to breed the 
assholes of customers who are locked into the fucking stocks and raped for 
hours at a time.  And, of course the brothels need study fuckers who can get 
hard on cue and perform whatever feats of cornholing the client requests. 
For this kind of service, size, stamina, and energy are important:  the age 
of the fucker is immaterial usually,  Indeed many guys like the idea of 
being reamed out by an older, authoritative man who takes charge and rough 
fucks a quivering man-cunt.

I was recently sent to the luxurious estate of a wealthy client who had a 
breeder for sale.  After being vetted at the electronically controlled gate, 
I entered the house and was met at the door by a well-built good-looking man 
who might have been 60 years old, but was more probably nearing 70: the 
super-rich are often better preserved than the rest of us.  He was 
accompanied by a young, rather effeminate man whom I sincerely hoped was not 
the "breeder" I was there to examine.  I was relieved when the boy was 
introduced as the man's nephew and companion.  No other servants were 
visible although the size of the place must have required several staff. 
After some casual conversation, we proceeded to a large sex playroom, 
well-equipped with fuck benches, slings, leather-padded crosses,  bondage 
poles, and other toys and tools of a sophisticated sex addict.

In the centre of the room, standing at ease with his hands behind his back 
and his crotch thrust forward. was the stud cock I had come to evaluate for 
possible purchase.  He was muscular with strong pecs, heavy thighs, and 
tight abs.    His dark hair was cut very short and his face had an almost 
brutish look to it, with a nose that might have been broken at some time in 
the past.  His cock was at half-mast but was even in its semi-hard state 
about 8 inches long and a good handful thick.  The balls hung loose and 
heavy, promising a plentiful milk flow.  He looked to be about 35 years 
old--so it was clear that he knew how to fuck and had plenty of experience 
in perfecting his skills.

The owner began rather pompously. "This is the merchandise.  Please feel 
free to examine him as fully and as carefully as you wish.  I can assure you 
that he is a splendid performer and I hope you will let him demonstrate his 
talents, using my nephew or even yourself as the vessel for his tireless 
virility."  He gestured toward the breeder as if inviting me to look over a 
fine piece of ancient statuary.

I don't usually let prospective slave meat fuck me, but in this case I was 
tempted to see first hand (or first hole) what this guy could do.  I 
approached him, keeping close watch on his vivid green eyes which coolly 
stared me down as I reached out and took a firm fistful of his shaft.  It 
was velvety and yielding at the same time as it swelled and throbbed to its 
full length--about 10 inches, or perhaps a little more with tight squeezing 
and manipulation.  The balls stayed loose, which is always a desireable 
feature in a breeder.  Many men like the feel of big nuts swinging heavily 
against their thighs and even against their own balls while they're being 
plowed.  "What's his name?" I asked.

The owner blushed slightly as he answered.  "Um, I call him Flynn."

That stood to reason.  A man of his generation would naturally call his pet 
fucker by the name of one of the most famous cocksmen of Hollywood's golden 
age.  "In like Flynn" was a dated slang tribute to Errol Flynn's legendary 
cocksize and fucking skill.  I later learned that the nephew was name Ty, 
which was appropriate since one of Errol Flynn's favourite cocksuckers was 
an equally famous star named Tyrone Power.  I'm sure the owner enjoyed the 
coincidence.

"And how did you come to acquire him?" I said.

"Well, um, I got him from a former friend of mine who had met him at a party 
and was giving him a place to stay.  I more or less hired him away from the 
man, who didn't like that very much.  But I felt it was for Flynn's own 
good--to have some money of his own, you know."

It was not an unusual tale: a well-hung guy gets picked up by an aging 
queen, and soon realizes that his services are worth more than room and 
board.  He sells himself into fuck slavery to the first bidder and doesn't 
live happily ever after unless I come along to sweep him into the Pleasure 
Corporation's loving family.  Meanwhile I continued my manhandling of the 
breeder's meat.   The fucker was uncut and responded well to rough 
treatment.   I squeezed his nuts suddenly and barked, "Where are you from, 
stud?"

The pause was almost insolent.  "Don't remember."

So, he was surly, but surliness isn't necessarily a bad thing in a fucker if 
it translates into aggressiveness while he's on the job.  Let's face it: 
when a man hires a stud to plow his butt, he's not usually looking for one 
of those gentlemanly probing fucks they describe in gay romance novels.  He 
wants big hot meat, hard and deep, with plenty of staying power and a 
feeling of being totally dominated by Cock.  As I continued to pull on his 
shaft and palm the fat helmet head I noticed that he stayed dry.  I 
commented on his lack of natural lube to his owner,

"I know." he said.  "When I first hired him about five years ago he was a 
very prolific self-lubricator, but with constant daily use some his product 
has dried up I'm afraid.  That's one of the reasons I always keep my nephew 
around when he's pleasuring me.  I don't like artificial oils and jellies. 
The boy is a natural lubricant machine with lots of saliva and a plentiful 
supply of pre-ejaculate which can be used to moisten that big instrument.  I 
realize that his dryness may reduce his value."

I didn't bother to tell the man that the Corporation Labs have several 
methods for reviving and increasing precum production, even in older cocks. 
Better to use the "fault" as a bargaining chip when we began to talk about 
price.
I asked, "When you say you 'hired' him, does that mean he is essentially a 
free agent?"

The breeder was starting to breathe heavily and to thrust his cock forward 
into my fists, although I could see that he was following our conversation 
closely.  I like a fucker who can listen and get hot at the same time! 
That's usually the sign of a cocksman who can pay attention to his victim's 
responses and needs while he's stuffing his pussy, and make whatever 
adjustments are needed to prolong and increase the pleasure.

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call him a free agent." the owner replied. "There 
are still five years to go on his contract.  His pay is put into a trust 
account and he knows that he cannot collect it until the contract is over. 
So you would in effect be buying his contract for a fee: you can arrange 
with him however you want to pay out the sum that is owed him on the balance 
of the agreement."

I looked into the breeder's eyes again.  "Do you understand that, stud?  Are 
you willing to continue your career as a professional fucker under contract 
to the Corporation I represent?"  I grabbed his massive balls and squeezed 
them again hard as I asked him these questions.

Through clenched teeth he growled "I live to fuck, Sir."

Well, that was good enough for me.  Of course, I had no intention of telling 
him that once he was in the Corporation's clutches there was no way he was 
going to get out until he'd emptied every ounce of his sperm into the 
clutching ass-puckers of his hundreds, or even thousands, of customers.  And 
then, when he was a drained wreck, his big meat would still be useful in the 
whipping barns, for those sadist clients who like to flog mancocks and balls 
while they are being serviced by kneeling cocksuck boys.

I let the breeder prick go, liking the way it bucked and throbbed, ready for 
its work.   I began to undress as I turned to the owner and said, "I'm ready 
to see just what this horse dick is capable of.  I like to see a fucker's 
face when he plugs me, so let's use that leather platform for the test.  I 
presume he's strong enough to spread and hold my legs while he uses me."

"Oh, yes, I think you'll find that his arm strength is amazing.  He can push 
your legs back over your head while he enters you:  he can toss you around 
like a rag doll if you like that.  We often play a ravishment scene where he 
exercises me so hard I almost pass out."  The owner licked his lips, clearly 
liking the idea of seeing me pulverized by his fuckslave's jackhammer.

As I pulled the breeder over to the leather platform using his pole as a 
leash, I said "Let's see how it goes.  I'll let you know if I want him to 
ease off."  I laid down on my back with my legs hanging off the edge.  The 
guy bent down and grabbed my ankles, spreading them into a wishbone, pushing 
my thighs up into a vertical position that opened up my asshole for maximum 
penetration.  I said "I think we'd better have some of that special lube 
your nephew provides, though.  I'm not a fan of dry humping."

Without even being told, the boy, who had been hovering in the background 
through the whole conversation, came forward and got onto his knees between 
the breeder's body and my asshole.  He plunged his pussy face into my ass 
crack and began to lubricate my pucker with a wet, dripping tongue, pushing 
it through the hole into the satiny tube of my fuck channel.  My cock sprang 
to life and flipped back against my stomach, already leaking enough precum 
to make the meat stick to my skin.  The kid grabbed the head of my dick 
coating his palm with the oily cumlube.  I lifted my head up enough to see 
that he was transferring the oil to the head of the breeder's cock.  This 
seemed to make the man even hornier and he began to nudge boy out of the 
way, ready to make a massive plunge into me.  But the nephew was 
well-trained: he knew that more grease was needed to make that 10X6 piece of 
fuckmeat manageable.  He opened his mouth wide and lunged down on the whole 
length of cock, gagging wetly, bringing up a flood of saliva that welled out 
of his stuffed lips and coated the entire ten inches of manmeat as he drew 
back and off the bucking shaft.  Now, the fucker refused to wait any longer. 
He kneed the kid away, took aim at my pucker, pressed my legs another two 
inches wider, and sank into my ass as hard and as true as a missile going 
home on its target.

This fucker was not a gentleman: he drilled full bore into me, grinding and 
reaming as he went, pulling back half way and drilling home again, and 
again.  After several minutes of this corkscrewing assault, he sensed that I 
was tiring, and he eased back a bit, taking some of the pressure off my 
legs, withdrawing so that just the edge of his fat glans was caught by my 
sphincter muscle which spasmed uncontrollably around it.  The nephew took 
this opportunity to provide some more lube, drooling another mouthful of his 
creamy spit onto the shaft, readying it for the next round of relentless 
pumping.   This section of the breeder's performance featured full length 
penetration followed by complete withdrawal, his cock creating a sucking 
sound as my hole released the invader.  This was followed by a repeated 
vicious stabbing through the hole again and deep into my gut, where he 
shuddered like a machine gun spitting bullets.  I don't know how long this 
ecstasy lasted but I began to lose my senses: my legs gave up their 
resistance and he was able to press them back so far that my ass became the 
centre of my being, the only contact between me and a world of plunging 
cockflesh.

Then, suddenly, the fullness was gone.  I heard him say "Eat, bitch."  Again 
I looked down through my legs and saw the boy put his full sucklips to the 
swollen cumlips of the breeder cock.  He moistened them with his constant 
flow of spit, then took the cock in his hand and rubbed the dripping head 
around the edge of my pucker hole.  This little game was repeated many times 
I began to moan, wanting the meat back inside me, but the boy once again 
applied his mouth to the breeder's cumlips.   He began to nip and bite at 
them, teasing down into the man's cum canal with the tip of his pink tongue. 
The breeder groaned.  "Harder, slut, chew my cock, you cunt."  The boy 
applied his mouth even more roughly to the slit in the heavy cock head, 
hollowing his cheeks with suction, like a human vacu-pump, swelling the 
half-moon cumlips up until they pouted and gaped.

I felt a face next to mine, and realized the owner was whispering in my ear. 
"This is what he wants when he's getting ready to shoot.  He wants the boy 
to work the tip of his meatus hard:  the harder the better--he'll shoot a 
magnificant load if he gets enough suction on end of his penis ."

One last time the stallion took hold of the nephew's head and skull fucked 
the kid several times, bringing up a pint of milky saliva which coated the 
cock and my ass crack with a thick slime of lube.  The boy was eager and 
open-mouthed for more throat rape, but the fucker was now ready for the main 
event.  He pushed the boy down so that he was face up between those heavy 
thighs, positioned so that the fucker's swaying balls would brush back and 
forth against the slut's tongue while he fucked me.  He pressed through my 
pucker and pushed slowly into my ass canal until his crotch was spit-glued 
to my ass cheeks.  Then he began a rhythmic fucking, moving in and out in 
some mysterious pattern of fast and slow, deep and shallow, straight and 
angled,  which only his sex hunger understood.  Somewhere in the middle 
section of this last act of the drama my cock shot its load in a spurting 
arc of semen.  Dimly, in my cum trance, I realized that the owner had pulled 
his nephew by his hair up onto the platform beside me.  "Suck" he ordered. 
And I felt the boy's eager mouth on the head of my still leaking cock, 
followed by a full tongue bath of my torso, greedily licking up my juice.

Finally, as I was floating on a cum cloud of sensation, I felt a violent 
throbbing of the pile driver that was rearranging my insides, and I sensed 
the release of a warm flood of semen in my deepest being.  It was an inner 
heat unlike any I had experienced in a long career of being fucked by pro 
breeders.  Later the owner told me that this man's sperm was almost hot, 
like a creamy custard fresh from the oven, lining your fuck canal.  This 
feeling of warmth and fullness lasted for almost an hour afterwards,

When the stallion slowly pulled out of my ass, I experienced an emptiness 
and disappointment, which was soon replaced by the different ecstasy of a 
young mouth avidly felching the flood of cum that oozed from my quivering 
hole.  The boy's tongue probed up into my ass, digging out the cream, then 
lapping at it like a hungry cat.  The owner pressed the kid's head roughly 
against my ass crack, making him get in deep, ensuring that none of the 
breeder's rich cream would go to waste.

Still lost in a world of pleasure, I felt something thick and moist nudging 
my cheek.  I turned toward it, seeing the cock that had ravaged me now 
seducing another hole, wanting my mouth to suckle it as it came down from 
its rigid, thrusting high.  I opened my lips and nursed at it, tasting the 
last tangy juice, letting it trickle down my throat, like some heady 
after-dinner sex liqueur.  When I felt the first stirrings of a new 
heaviness in the meaty head, I turned away, knowing that I would never be 
able to take a rape of my throat like that given to the lube boy.  Besides 
it's always better to limit fuckers to their primary job, which is ass 
plugging, not throat fucking.  Mouth rape takes an entirely different set of 
skills.  As they say at the Corporation's training schools, " Fuckers Fuck: 
Suckers Suck."

The owner seemed to realize this, as he firmly pulled the breeder away from 
me and made him take his position once again, legs apart, arms behind his 
back, shiny tumescent cock arching out over pendulous balls.  Meanwhile I 
pushed the ass-sucking boy off me and sat up.   I was still groggy from the 
experience.  The owner stood in front of me with an expectant smirk on his 
face.  In order to get back some of my authority, I asked him if he had a 12 
inch penis whip in his collection.  He was puzzled by the request, but he 
brought one to me.  I walked to the breeder, told him to spread his legs 
wider, then zapped his meat with six sharp strokes of the small flogger.  He 
didn't move an inch, but I could see that he was surprised.  More 
importantly, his cock reared up, as if it had caught the scent of fresh ass 
for the raping.

I called the nephew over and told him to take the big cock shaft in his 
hand, squeezing it as tight as he good.  This made the stallion's cockhead 
swell up even fatter and redder.  Warning the boy not to move his hand away, 
I flicked the tumescent head with the whip another six times, paying 
particular attention to the gaping cocklips.  I watched the man's face 
carefully: his nostrils flared and his lips clenched, but he held my gaze, 
daring me to go further.  After another half dozen slashes on the meatus, 
the boy's hand was starting to get as red as the cockhead itself.  Then, I 
noticed something which I had been expecting, or rather, hoping for.  The 
cock lips began to ooze a clear precum oil:  it almost bubbled out, as if 
the whipping had somehow released a pent up reservoir.  A small dam of spicy 
cocklube had burst and the whipping had done it.  I got my mouth down on the 
cumlips and drank greedily at the nectar.  As a reward for getting his hand 
whipped, I also let the boy sip from the warm honeyed stream.   The owner 
looked on in astonishment: his "dry" fucker was not dry after all!  Even he 
got a mouthful of syrup from the spout.  By the time we had finished 
feasting, the fucker was quivering like a young stallion ready to mount the 
first mare he could find.   A sharp slap to his balls brought him down: 
there was no need to see further proof of his talent.  I was sure that this 
breeder was a piece of meat that Corporation had to have.

I won't bore you with the negotiation.  I wouldn't have had to pay so much 
if I hadn't foolishly proved that he wasn't a dry cock after all, but the 
Corporation didn't have to know about that.  I also made an offer for the 
lube boy, Ty:  a mouth that can swallow in one gulp a ten inch cock and 
produce an unending saliva flow is valuable for the throat fucking stalls 
and for those clients we call the Monsters, whose gargantuan meat needs all 
the lubricant it can get.  The Uncle was reluctant at first, but finally 
relented and gave the kid to me for a good price.  It turned out that the 
man was getting ready to retire to his own Caribbean island where there 
would be no shortage of massive black breeder cocks and native boys with 
juicy mouths to take care of his needs.  Both these acquisitions turned out 
well.  The boy was sold at auction to an Arab with a 12X8 inch throat 
stuffer and the breeder is the most desired stallion in the Fuck Corral at 
the Southwest S/M Ranch.  Whenever I visit the place I like to observe him 
at work, making his victim scream with fuckjoy as he remorselessly drives to 
the climax:  I have my own memory to savour as I watch,

Some buying trips are routine--utility cocks on fairly ordinary bodies--but 
some, like the one I have described above, are exceptional.   That's what 
makes Meat Scouting interesting:  once in a while you find that rare piece 
of flesh that satisfies you in every way.  Finding it is exciting, testing 
it is fun, and buying it helps to enhance your reputation as a Scout with an 
eye for the very best.

End

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