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Thursday, 30 December 2021


 The Argan Tree

The New Slave (continued): 

I am a prosperous businessman who has been blessed with several sons, the eldest of whom is Abbas my pride and joy. I can’t spare him anything his heart desires and when he viewed my latest purchase of the newly enslaved white, infidel dog, I could see he was enamoured by the slave’s body. As I said, I can’t deny Abbas anything and so I gave him the gift of the new slave to show my love and gratitude to him.

Needless to say, he was delighted with my gift and wasted no time in discovering the slave’s many attractions while I watched as an indulgent father knowing that soon it will be my turn to lustfully sample the slave’s sexual charms.

Naturally, the slave was shocked by his new circumstances and the reversal of his fortunes had yet to register. However, Abbas who as my eldest son has control of the many slaves I own, wasted no time in introducing the slave to the most important aspect of his new duties. The slave was in total disbelief as Abbas minutely appraised the slave's body - no nook nor cranny was spared - and when ordered to "bend and spread" to allow Abbas a closer examination, the slave balked at his new Master's lawful command. 

Abbas didn't hesitate; he uncoiled his whip and beat the slave to his knees before he finally assumed the position for his first ever fucking. As my son inspected the slave's virgin arse, he gave me a description of its tightness and its promise of lustful pleasure. His assessment was that the slave would be a "worthy fuck "and he wasted no time in proving his point. But firstly, because the slave's arse-hole was so tight and not wishing to damage our new property, Abbas liberally greased the slave's anus with goat fat. As the slave felt the grease being worked deep into his anus, he gasped in shocked horror as he finally realised what was happening. He wriggled his arse and tried to evade Abbas' probing finger but to no avail. He cried out in protest but soon understood that no pity would be shown to him.

I watched with a father's pride as my son's rampant erection thrust through the slave's resistant sphincter into the innermost and most private part of the slave's body. Truly, Abbas' deep plunging found a worthy scabbard for his mighty sword of our supremacy over the unworthy infidel.

Obviously, the slave felt pain and distress as he cried out pitifully and begged for mercy. Of course, none was shown to him and he was receiving a valuable lesson of the  grim nature of what the future now held for him.  

Such are the vagaries of a slave's life!

Of special interest to me was the size of the slave's mouth as he vehemently protested. Obviously, he has a deep throat and he has the promise of being a worthy cocksucker; something I am especially partial to and I look forward to discovering this for myself.

Later, I discussed the slave's future role as Abbas' personal slave. He told me of his plans for the infidel's transformation from a free man into an abject slave. Tomorrow, the slave will be taken to the forge for branding after which he will be fitted with the accoutrements of slavery; the neck collar and the wrist and ankle bracelets before his balls are banded and he is infibulated. Naturally, the slave will be kept in a permanent state of near nakedness and will wear only the briefest loincloth that decency allows. All who observe the slave will thus know his true identity as the slave of my beloved son. Abbas.

In time, no doubt Abbas will become jaded with his new slave and look for a newer one to excite his passions and satisfy his healthy lust. When that happens, the slave will be consigned to work on my plantation - a grim fate indeed! But more of that later.

Finally, I asked Abbas if he will name his new slave and he told me the infidel is to be named himar meaning a jackass. A fitting name indeed as himar will be "well-ridden".
 
Artwork by Madahv; the words are mine.







The Argan Tree.

The New Slave.

 I am always interested in purchasing a new slave; especially if he is a white, infidel unbeliever! Such creatures are destined to be the slaves of the True Believer! 

I believe females are for procreation and I have several wives and concubines who are confined to my female harem and are never seen in public. 

However, for my personal sexual pleasure and that of my sons, I also have a harem of young, male slaves who exist to satisfy my creature comforts and my considerable sexual lust. What greater joy can a man enjoy more than a tight, white, infidel arse or a warm, moist, sensual tongue and a deep throat. Therefore, I am always receptive to be shown a newly enslaved infidel by the local slave-traders.

One of the city’s most reputable dealer’s has brought the newest addition to his slave-pens for my inspection, approval and possible purchase.

I asked about the infidel’s capture and enslavement ant it would seem he was a member of a hiking party from a European university who were hiking in the Atlas Mountains and through good fortune became separated from his companions and roamed lost, thirsty and exhaustive until found by a group of wandering Bedouins. The foolish infidel sincerely believed he’d been “rescued” by the tribesman and thanked them profusely for their help. 

It wasn’t until later, after the Bedouin had delivered him into the hands of the slave-dealer - for a considerable price naturally - and he had been stripped naked, collared and appraised that he awoke to the realisation that he is now slave,

I must say, the young infidel shows great potential and has the promise as a pleasure slave with his muscular body and handsome body. Added to this is is general pleasing cock and balls and a tight, virgin arse worthy to serve as the vessel for the lust of my son and myself.

After much haggling, I agree on a price for the slave subject to a “test trial” by my esteemed and much loved son, Abbas.


Artwork by Madahv text by slave himar.