THE BEZISTAN CHRONICLES
Chapter 1: Prince Rashid

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over
the age of eighteen years.

Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): November, 2008 - Re-edited
2012
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Chapter 1: Prince Rashid

Prince Rashid is lunching alone in the small private dining-room,
adjacent to his office. The office is located in the business
wing of the sprawling palace complex he calls home and it is from
here that he controls the many business interests of his family's
vast, economic empire.

Apart from the young, fair-haired Norwegian slave serving him his
food, the only other occupants are two muscular, young, pleasure
slaves; one a tawny-brown African and the other an olive-skinned
Italian.

They are standing in the `display position' with their heads
bowed in submission, bodies held rigidly erect and hands clasped
behind their necks. Their pelvises are provocatively thrust out
thus giving their Master an unobstructed view of their impressive
sex organs as he eats. Both their bodies are devoid of hair below
the eyebrows and are coated in slave-oil to better display their
strong, young bodies to full advantage. Their necks are enclosed
in gold collars and their genitalia are encircled by matching
gold cinches that force their cocks and large balls, to stand out
obscenely from their ribbed bellies. Rashid notes with
satisfaction that both slaves are `showing hard and eager' with
little pearls of pre-cum glistening at their piss slits.

Wordlessly, he snaps his fingers and both slaves break position
and hurry to kneel before him. Pointing to the African slave, he
again snaps his fingers. Instantly, the slave buries his head in
his master's crotch. Using his mouth to open the master's robe,
the slave frees Rashid's cock and sucks it in to its very root.
The slave works hard at using his throat muscles to massage the
hardening penis and then slowly works his tongue up and down the
length of the intruding cock. The Master shudders and moans with
pleasure as the slave's eager tongue flickers across the piss
opening of his cock. Rashid is overwhelmed with pleasure as the
slave continues his suctioning of his organ. The master's body
stiffens as the slave's throat muscles massage his prick to a
full erection.  Rashid moans as he surrenders his body to the
pleasures of the moment.

Rashid, his body trembling from the intense pleasure of the
slave's sucking, turns his attention to the Italian slave
kneeling before him. His eyes roam over the slave's massive chest
and, reaching out; he lovingly caresses the ornate `House of
al-Bahr' brand burned into the right pectoral just above the
nipple. This brand, one of two on the slave's body, is only six
months old and is still vivid against the deep tan of the slave's
hide. He recalls the branding of this slave with amusement.

He remembers how the slave futilely struggled in the firm grip of
the overseers as they dragged him to the branding table and how,
like his fellow slaves before him, he pleaded for mercy as he was
tied down, ass up, for his first branding. He remembers the
delicious sight of the slave's muscles bulging and flexing as he
struggled vainly against the ropes holding him down firmly on the
table. At the sight of the slave's beautiful ass futilely heaving
as he fought to delay the branding iron, Rashid decided this
slave would serve time in his palace as a pleasure slave.

With the approach of the red-hot, branding iron, the slave began
to cry and begged not to be branded. As the glowing end of the
iron touched the tender young skin of the slave's left buttock,
there was a momentary silence broken only by the sizzling of
burning flesh. This was followed by an animal-like scream from
deep within the slave's body as he emptied his bowels and
bladder.

Rashid had walked over to the branding table and noted with
satisfaction the `S' for slave now burned permanently onto the
slave's body. This `S' brand was a universal and generally
accepted requirement for all slaves. Most slave dealers used the
basic capital letter `S' to brand their slaves. Rashid, however,
viewed this as ugly and had personally chosen to use a more
ornate letter `S' based on a medieval, Christian manuscript. He
felt this complimented the more elaborate al-Bahr brand that all
his slaves wore on their chests.

As he examined the new brand he ran his hands over the sweaty
back of the sobbing slave. Once his examination was over the
overseers swiftly untied the ropes binding the slave to the
table, flipped him onto his back and quickly re-tied him down for
his second branding.

The slave sensing what was to happen, again began to plead and
beg for mercy. One of the overseers viciously cuffed the slave's
head with the admonishment to.

"Shut the fuck up or I will use a whip to quieten you down".

Trembling with fear, the slave did as instructed and began to
weep silently as he waited for this second branding. The slave
didn't have long to wait. Turning his head, the slave watched as
an overseer withdrew the branding iron from the red-hot coals and
walked to the branding table. The slave struggled in his bonds as
the branding iron was positioned over his chest. In the split
second before he again felt the brand searing into his flesh, he
realised, with horror, that this second iron was bigger and of a
more complex design to the simple `S' now seared permanently into
his left buttock.

Again there was the sizzling sound as the iron, glowing red-hot,
was applied to his chest just above the right nipple. There was
that smell of burning flesh that reminded the slave of cooking
meat and again he heard his agonized scream as his bowels and
bladder once more emptied the remainder of their contents onto
the table.

Mercifully, for the slave, his branding was over. However, the
memory of the branding will stay with him throughout the
remainder of his life and it will daily re-enforce his
self-perception of being a slave and owned property.

Prince Rashid however viewed this brand very differently to the
slave. He was proud of the fact that this brand had been used by
generations of the al-Bahr family for over three centuries.

When the first of the al-Bahr had established themselves as
dealers in human flesh they designed this brand to distinguish
their prime livestock from the run-of -the-mill stock offered by
lesser slave-dealers. Over the centuries, slaves bearing the
al-Bahr brand gained a reputation of being second to none. They
were - and still are - the thoroughbreds of the slave world and,
as such, command high prices at auction. As Rashid gazed down on
the newly branded slave he reflected on how fortunate the slave
is to wear his brand. It would add thousands of euros to his
purchase price and his new master, conscious of the money just
spent, would ensure that the slave was respected for his value.

Returning to the present, Rashid, sensing an impending orgasm,
grabs the African slave by the ears and presses his face down
into his groin. The slave continues his suckling until his master
reaches climax. Suddenly, Rashid's body tenses as he ejaculates
into the slave's mouth. The slave demonstrates his superb
training by effortlessly swallowing the waves of cum pumping into
his mouth.

Finally spent, Rashid waits until his cock shrinks before
withdrawing. Once free, Rashid orders the Italian slave to clean
his cock. The slave takes his Master's cock into his mouth and
gently sucks it clean. Once satisfied, Rashid replaces his penis
and lowers his robe.

"Thank you Master for allowing this slave to pleasure you" the
African slave humbly thanks Rashid.

"Thank you Master for allowing this slave to clean your cock"
echoes the Italian slave.

As Rashid looks at the two beautiful slaves kneeling before him
he reflects on their futures. They had arrived together, in a
shipment, six months ago. After their initial processing, they
had been sent to the slave training facility centred at the
nearby Bezistan. There, they had been trained in all facets of
their new lives as pleasure slaves.

Beaten into submission by his overseers, they were then
introduced to the duties of a pleasure slave. And like all the
slaves consigned to the Bezistan they learned quickly or paid a
high price in punishment and pain.

There, they had both adapted to their slavery and were now
well-trained in serving a master's cock. After their training
they were transferred to Rashid's palace where he personally
introduced them to what a master expected of his slaves.

Enchanted by their magnificent asses he had fucked them so many
times he had lost count. Both slaves soon learned to submit to
him and, willingly, offered up their mouths and holes to his ever
eager cock. Whilst fucking the African slave, Rashid always
detected an underlying resentment on the slave's part at this use
of his body. No doubt the slave's natural inclination is that of
an aggressive `top'. For Rashid, this together with the slave's
resentment, only re-enforced his sense of ownership and power
over the slave and drove him to fuck the slave longer and harder.
The slave had no recourse but to submit, without complaint, to
Rashid. This only heightened Rashid's enjoyment of his slave's
body.

Rashid particularly enjoyed the slave's humble "thank you,
Master" at the end of each fucking.

Now, however, he is ready for a change and looks forward to
finding replacements for them among the new shipment due later
that afternoon. As always, he looks forward to receiving and
examining this new stock of recently enslaved young men. Once
chosen and trained, two of these new slaves will replace the
African and Italian who will be sent back to the Bezistan.

There they will be prepared for the next scheduled slave auction.
Here their bodies will be honed to the peak of physical
perfection and they will again be submitted to rigid medical
examinations to ensure they are disease free and without any
physical defects. They will also undergo a sperm count in case
their future owners wish to breed with them.

Rashid prides himself on the high standard of his stock and
spares no efforts to ensure that only the highest quality
pleasure slaves are offered at auction. This is a longstanding
family tradition and buyers wishing to buy only the best know
that there are no better slaves to be had than those bearing the
al-Bahr brand. Here also, they will be measured, weighed and
photographed for inclusion in the high quality, glossy sales
catalogue that is sent out to all of Rashid's highly valued
customers.

But now, he wishes to gaze upon their exposed holes - something
he always enjoys doing.  Rashid has long regarded the pucker as
one of the most attractive of a slave's features - and barks the
order.

"On all fours".

Instantly, both slaves kneel on all fours; spread their legs as
wide as possible to present their asses for their master's
viewing. Rashid is rewarded with the tantalising sight of the
slaves' muscular backsides with their cinched balls hanging low
between their thighs.

After savouring this for several moments, Rashid raps out the
command to.

"Display".

The slaves scramble to obey their Master by leaning forward and
pressing their chests to the floor with hands, palms down, on
either side of their heads. This opens wide their ass-cracks and
exposes their anuses to full view. Rashid licks his lips at the
sight of the two puckered holes `winking `at him. He is always
fascinated at the way a slave's hole involuntarily opens and
closes once the slave is in this position. It seems to him that
they have minds of their own and are sending out an invitation
for a cock to fuck them. Rashid reflects on the difference
between the two anuses.

The Italian slave's hole is a delicate shade of rose-pink that
complements the olive-tan colour of the surrounding skin whereas
the African slave's hole is a dark chocolate that fades and
blends into the rich, coffee colour of the slave's buttocks.
Rashid knows, from experience, that both holes are tight and
moist and offer magnificent sex.

They will indeed make excellent pleasure slaves for some
discerning master. Glancing at his watch, he decides he has time
to spare before the arrival of the shipment of new slaves at his
private air-strip. He has time for the two slaves to provide him
with some more lunchtime entertainment

"Assume the fuck position," Rashid directs the African slave,
"and you, prepare to fuck him", he instructs the Italian slave.

Both slaves leap to their feet and assume the required positions.
Rashid notes the African slave's quickly concealed look of
resentment as he immediately drops onto all fours and spreads his
legs.

"You," Rashid raps at the Norwegian slave, "lubricate them."

Immediately, the Norwegian slave begins to masturbate himself and
soon delivers a sizeable quantity of cum into his waiting, cupped
hand. Then he quickly uses this to slick the Italian slave's cock
before working the remainder into the African slave's exposed
hole.

With the African now fully open and exposed, the Italian slave
positions himself behind him and begins an entry into the waiting
hole. Both slaves grunt as the Italian slave's cock slowly works
its way up the resisting anus.

"Thrust in and slow fuck", Rashid tells the Italian slave, "and
you, work that ass as though you're enjoying it", he instructs
the African slave.

"Yes Master, thank you Master" both slaves answer as one as they
obey their Master's instruction.

Indicating to the Norwegian slave to pour him another cup of
coffee, Rashid settles back to enjoy the spectacle of the two
slaves fucking. The Italian slave slowly drives the entire length
of his enormous prick up the straining hole then begins a slow
partial withdrawal before once more plunging back deep within the
African's body. Soon both slaves are moaning and their bodies are
covered in sex sweat.

Wanting more from his slaves, Rashid walks to a wall cupboard,
opens the door and looks at the selection of canes and whips
neatly arranged inside. Rashid has similar cupboards placed
strategically throughout his palace.

For him they are a necessary part of slave control. All his
household slaves are fearfully aware of these cupboards and know
that their Master will, at a whim, retrieve a whip or a cane for
use on their naked bodies.

Rashid, slowly and deliberately examines each of the whips,
loudly cracking them in the air. Next he tries out the
flexibility of the various canes before choosing. He smiles with
satisfaction as he sees the three slaves flinch at the sounds.
They visibly shudder at the inevitability of feeling the caress
of either a leather whip or a flexible cane on their backs and
buttocks.

Finally satisfied with his choice of a long, flexible, rattan
cane, Rashid walks towards the rutting slaves swishing the cane
through the air.

"Faster, faster!"

Rashid shouts at the Italian slave as, at the same time, he
viciously lays the cane across the slave's bare ass. The slave
screams in pain and is rewarded with another cruel cut. Re-acting
the Italian thrusts into the African slave and begins a furious
pumping.

"Fuck, you lazy bastard, use your ass muscles to milk his cock."

Rashid instructs the African slave as he lays the cane twice
across the slave's shoulders and upper back.

Hoping to avoid any further punishment, both slaves begin fucking
as though their lives depend on it. For his part, the Italian
thrusts even harder as the African clinches his hole to firmly
grip the invading cock. Using his strong muscles, the African
begins to work the prick buried deep within him. Soon, both
slaves are dripping sweat and panting from their exertions.

Satisfied, Rashid stands back and looks lustfully at the two
slaves. The only sounds to be heard are the grunting and panting,
the slurping of the Italian's cock as it works the African's
ass-hole and of naked flesh slapping against naked flesh.

Rashid relishes the sight of this frantic activity by the two
young, muscular bodies performing for his entertainment. The
muscles in the Italian slave's back ripple under their coating of
sweat and slave oil whilst his buttocks with their two livid red
stripes, supported atop his rigid thighs, flex with each thrust
of his cock. At the sight of the slave's thrusting ass, Rashid
feels a tingling in his groin and slowly his own prick begins to
harden and lengthen. He is overwhelmed with the urge to join the
slaves in their fucking.

"Master, Master! UGH! UGH! Your slave is ...close to coming".
The desperate Italian slave informs his Master.

"STOP!" shouts Rashid as he once more lays the cane across the
slave's buttocks. "STOP, YOU DON"T HAVE MY PERMISSION TO COME!"

Turning to the African slave, he viciously swings the cane down
onto his upper back. The slave yelps with pain and is rewarded
with another cut of the cane. This is enough to silence both
slaves and to stop them fucking. They passively await further
instructions.

"You may withdraw your cock." Rashid finally instructs the
Italian slave.

"Thank you, Master." Both slaves reply.

Rashid smiles at this reply. He senses their frustration at not
being allowed to conclude their fucking. However, he won't allow
a pleasure slave to ejaculate unless it is for his entertainment
and NEVER for the slave's own pleasure. This denial of sexual
release serves to re-enforce his control of their bodies and
does, of course, hold them in a state of constant preparedness to
serve his own sexual needs.

The exception to this rule are the adult, work slaves and the
pony-slaves who, when stabled for the night, are able to use each
other's bodies. Long practise has shown that denial of sexual
relief for these categories of slaves present problems in that
they become sullen and moody and have to be driven harder by
their overseers. The fact that they can mate with one another
during the night seems to `sweeten' their dispositions and they
are less liable to display any pent-up resentment or aggression.

Rashid is aware that some owners - rather foolishly in his
opinion - do in fact spoil their slaves. These misguided masters
treat their pleasure slaves almost as equal sex partners when in
bed and even feed them tasty morsels of food from their own
dinner plates as the slaves sit at their feet in the dining room.
He is appalled at this type of behaviour on the part of an owner
and would never countenance any such familiarity among his own
slaves.

Even worse is the deplorable habit of some owners in allowing
their slaves to wear loincloths to conceal their nakedness. This
sets a dangerous precedent as the natural state for a slave is
complete nakedness; a slave's nakedness adds to his sense of
being worthless. He views clothing of any sort on a slave's body
as grotesque; as ridiculous as trying to clothe a stallion or
bull. Only recently, he requested his father, Prince Youssef, as
a senior member of the ruling royal family, to use his influence
with his cousin, the ruler, to outlaw this reprehensible
practise.

Indulgent treatment of any kind by an owner only confuses the
mind of a slave and distracts him from focusing all his
attentions on his master's pleasure and needs. These kindnesses
serve to upset the thought processes of a slave who, once
rewarded, is then forever thinking of gaining further rewards.
The slave loses that sense of total and complete commitment to
his master's will.

Re-establishing control over such a spoiled slave becomes that
much more difficult and always results in harsh treatment of the
slave to re-educate him into his former subservient state. Rashid
believes it is kinder for a slave to be subject to a harsh regime
that keeps him totally focused on his role as a loyal and
obedient servant. A slave, fearful of incurring his master's
displeasure and punishment, is infinitely preferable to an
indulged one who interprets his owner's kindness as a weakness.

Prince Rashid would NEVER be kind to a slave! As a Master, it
would go against the grain for him to ever show any benevolence
to his slaves.

Rather than reward a slave, it is far better to punish him even
if he hasn't transgressed. This fear of punishment keeps a slave
on his toes and causes him to devote all his efforts to pleasing
his master.
In fact, Rashid decides that the African and Italian slaves will
be punished for no other reason than that it is what he desires.
He will instruct one of his household stewards to deliver them to
the whipping-yard where each will receive ten strokes of the
lash; enough to punish them without causing any lasting damage to
their flawless hides.

As he ponders this his cock grows even harder under his robes and
he wishes he could be present at their whippings. However, time
won't permit this as he needs to be present for the arrival of
the shipment of new slaves. No doubt there will be some
interesting diversions among these new arrivals.

As he rises to leave the dining-room, the three slaves instantly
fall to their hands and knees and make obeisance to their
departing Master.


To be continued..........

