A slave owners' conversation with you
I am fucking rich beyond your wildest dreams. I own a large estate that has two farms, one's a pony farm, and the other's a fruit and vegetable farm.
All the slaves on both farms are kept naked and work hard or feel the whip. They have a choice of work or pain.
Never been married, or been in love, but I get my share of sex. I fuck all the slave boys I can. However, I want. Whenever I want. I don't even know how many I own now. I don't care. I basically see two things in a slave boy. Sex, and money. I have sex with them and sell them or put them to use in ways that make me money. The pony farm makes a lot of money with various means. Locals pay to fuck them, I rent out or sell pony buses, and the power station also helps make a generous profit.
Yes, I'm overweight. I'm disgusting now. I'm in my sixties. Not very attractive at all, but that doesn't matter. All a slave boy can say is "more sir". It's true we have some of the finest ponies in the stables that wiggle their asses and hum as I walk by. Desperate for my cock fucking them. They lust after me due to their sexual frustration and the shape and size of my cock being a perfect one-size-fits-all holes. If I fuck them once a month or so, the ass wiggling continues and amuses all the locals who come in for fun.
We have a fine arena down there too. I show ponies in there getting their asses kicked around by our stable hands, and sometimes members of the public. They're mostly young college lads with good bodies. I have one come down regularly, he has a particular interest in a new pony we have. I think they were friends. There isn't anything better than a change to keep people coming back. He is going to make a fine trainer one day, after his business studies, or if he becomes unruly outside of the arena, a fine slave. These days you don't know where future stock comes from.
As an example, I've now acquired a bed slave who was a junior stable hand, but he slipped up too many times. I warned him several times that he would have a collar around his neck and be bouncing up and down on my cock quicker than he could say "the slave police are here!". He fucked up. Two new ponies escaped, and it took two days to catch them, all because he left them in the yard alone as he went for training locks. Bizarre really.
I created the scene. I got him to meet me in the stable office along with the stable manager and I handed him his slave papers. His face went white as a sheet as he read them. I warned him so many times. The slave manager clipped the collar round his neck and began to use slave clippers on his clothes. I was sat on the desk, and I told him to turn around and sit backwards on my precum oozing cock that I had unzipped from my business trousers. My hard cock was dripping with precum as he looked down at it in awe. I slimed it up with some slave spunk I had close by to fuck slaves with.
