Date: Sun, 2 Mar 2008 12:11:20 -0700
From: Luc Milne <lucmilne@telus.net>
Subject: Meat Scout 1

Copyright 2008 by Luc Milne.  <lucmilne@telus.net>.  All rights reserved.
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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.

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