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Since slavery has been reintroduced, slave dealerships have been trying everything they can to attract the wealthiest customers.

From creating luxurious showrooms to amazing services such as free body modifications, free limousine pick-up, free slaves to use while shopping to even a secret “tell us who you want and we will capture him for you” services.

But nothing really attracted the wealthy buyers. Until a new place was opened. They don’t advertise, they don’t have signage, you can only enter with a password (that changes often). It’s very secretive and treats slave trading as an underground, illegal experience.

They have a fine selection of muscular young male slaves, clearly targeting only wealthy men looking for houseboys and sex slaves, no hard labor.

Getting a password is hard, making it an exclusive experience. The dresscode is formal, black tie.

They set up shop in abandoned factories and warehouses, using rusty objects as pedestals for the slaves to be displayed on. Masked guards pat down the clients as they enter and mobile phones are not allowed in.

Sure, none of this is necessary, but the wealthy seem to love it. Leaving their safe, heavily protected bubble. Even the shop attendants are masked muscular men, making it feel like a criminal enterprise.

To the slaves it doesn’t matter. They have been sentenced to a lifetime of slavery and must serve their sentence. They should be happy to be sold at a highend facility, as expensive investments are usually treated better than the cheap cattle slaves bought by farms, mines and factories.

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Obediently awaiting its new owner after it has been delivered

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What was supposed to be a fun gig for one night, turned into forced servitude as the elite party guests had the bunny servants kidnapped and delivered to their mansions.

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A fag accompanying his master to a ball

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Two slaves washing themselves in the river

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Art is a very subjective experience, but the elite youth are currently all chasing a very particular experience. No Van Gogh, no Picasso. Nothing money can ‘simply buy’.

These young elites are actually investing heavily in human art. Young men, signing over their lives to escape poverty or a toxic background. These young man are treated like investments, like property.

To be traded freely, displayed or modified. This is mostly hidden deep within the walls of their vast estates. Only known to them and a select number of their staff. Staff who often gets threatened: keep this silent or suffer the fate of those exhibited.

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A good houseboy enjoys domestic service as much as any other type of service

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Feel the power… of submitting to your true master and become his houseboy

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Story below!

While the black population of Europe is publicly claiming their new position as rulers (see my previous post), the Arabs are doing so more quietly.

Those who became extremely wealthy from the oil are buying up mansions and estates, reproducing the very sought-after aristocratic lifestyle. They take classes in etiquette, have private tailors on their payroll and even build up relationships with actual the aristocracy (who do it only to profit from the extreme generosity in Arab culture).

But they also keep their own rituals, hidden behind closed doors. Slavery is a practice as old as time in many Arab countries. Especially targeting the non-believers. Those standing in the way of a caliphate.

Many consider themselves superior to the common people. Their wealth making them unreasonable. Their forefathers held slaves, so did the aristocracy. And so should they.

And so, during invite-only gatherings, underground traders come to display their goods. Young white men, often picked up from the streets where they ended up after the Black New Order cut their social welfare. Some are kidnapped sons of Aristocrats who refuse to bond with their new Arab peers.

The traders know that their clients are wealthy, have money to spend and want the best of the best. Those enslaved are already handsome, as their appearance is the most important selection criterium. They are put through a harsh training regimen before being put up for sale. From physical improvements to mental conditioning, and sometimes, sexual training.

Take Edward from the first picture. Nephew to the former King of England, before the Royal Family was taken down by the Black Revolutionaries. Most of them escaped, but Edward was taken prisoner by a pirate in exchange for their safe passage.

He used to live a public life, famous on social media and a regular visit to various Royal Palaces throughout the continent. Every King hoped that he’d marry their daughter. But what was really going to hurt him, was how vocal he had been in the protests against the Black Revulsion and the rise of the Arab Aristocrat.

But now, he stood exposed completely but for his loincloth. A collar and chain around his neck. His hands obediently folded behind his head as a small crowd of Arabs heavily discussed his features and a fair price.

He used to be worth billions in his family’s fortune alone, now men are haggling over a couple hundred pounds. As the bidding slows down, he looks around. A kind looking young man seems to be the highest bidder.

But then the auctioneer looks into the crowd. “Are you ready for the big reveal?” The crowd cheered as the auctioneer ripped away the loincloth, exposing Edward’s most precious possession. His cock and balls.

The auctioneer gives him a few strokes to display his hard cock. “This slave is perfect for breeding royal slave babies.” The crowded was silent as they stared at the exposed body. “Or as a fucktoy!” Someone exclaimed. “Yes sir, a Royal hole to welcome you home! This property is maybe the most wanted specimen in all of Europe right now.”

And Edward? He was quite excited. He had always felt that power wasn’t for him. Yes, it was fun to get everyone to do your work and get any girl you want. But it wasn’t fulfilling.

The one time he felt fulfilled, was when visiting his cousin the Crown Prince. Bowing his head in respect, addressing him correctly and respectfully. Follow his lead. Not something a high-born like Edward was used to. But it felt strangely good. Natural even.

Now he knew. He was meant for this. He is very excited to see what his new owner have planned for him!

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A new dynasty

After centuries of western domination led by the white man, times are now changing.

Now Europe’s white population has become a minority after decades of immigration and rapid reproduction of said immigrants, a new political party has taken control.

Old family dynasties are being overthrown in favor of high-achieving black youth. Their centuries old family mansions seized and handed over to the new players. They themselves captured for reparations.

Since the majority of old money aristocrats have earned their family fortunes with slavery, or ways that relate to it, it is only fair to subject them to the horrors of it.

Many of the new, young blacks in power take some slaves to maintain their massive new properties, and to take care of their own needs.

The slaves are trained, provided new uniforms and are often tattooed with the family crest of their new owner. A real embarrassment, as they have worshipped their own family crests for their whole lives.

As you can see Asians are also enslaved often. They were the most complicit of all races, and as a not unimportant bonus, they have a very subservient nature.

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He's got a list of betas on hold, waiting for a chance to be his slaves. However, he's already got plenty of them living in his mansion, taking care of every chore and pleasing him.

The solution for that is: every couple of months, the slaves with the worst performance would either be released or sold to other masters, so he'd have available positions for new ones. This makes the betas interested and the slaves scared of losing their master, so they work even harder to satisfy him.

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While Italy’s elite youth is reviving Ancient Roman classicism (see my previous post!), America’s wealthiest are similarly recreating their golden age.

Returning Gilded Age mansions to private property and educating young and poor men as footmen, servants trained so well they no longer think of themselves as men.

The young privileged men frequently gather at dinner parties, where their obedient servants go to extreme lengths to please their newfound masters.

The events start out classy and chique, the guests enjoying an elaborate meal with expensive wines server by the servants. However, as the evening continues, they get more intense (story continues below the next few pictures)

Usually after dessert, the host and his guests become less and less inhibited as the wine has been doing its job.

The servants, well trained as they are, know what is expected of them.

Their overseer calls them back into the servants’ quarters, and orders them to strip to their thongs. After putting back on their jacket with coattails, they fasten steel collars around their own necks and steel belts on their hips.

The overseers then continue by placing a cage on the servants’ heads, locked to the collar. Last is a cage around their waist, locker to the steel belt.

The keys are collected and put into a small chest. The servants are ordered back out to serve the last dishes and even more wine.

The guests, no longer pretending to be classy, now freely touch the servants and play with their bodies. After all, they are privileged upperclassmen and the servants are just there for their pleasure.

As the party nears its end, the overseer goes around with the small chest. Each guest who wishes to, can pick a random set of keys from it and take the servant to his bedroom.

The unlocking of the waist cage is often done at the party, with loud cheering from the group.

The facecage often stays put, unless the keyholder wishes to be very intimate.

Do the servants enjoy this? Not particularly. But they are happy to serve.

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He asked me if I was thirsty one day and I said sure I’d have some water. He smiled, placed a dog bowl in front of me and started to urinate in it. I knew what was expected to me, of course, and while I was trying to decide whether or not I was going to do it I realized I was straining in my cage. I lapped it up and just like we both knew I would.

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