Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 23:41:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: St: A Slave's Life, Part 10

A SLAVE'S LIFE, Part 10

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Fortunately the visit where Rob had been so cruelly
used seemed to finish, and we were "back to normal"
slaving away at our projects but no longer wired
tougher by our snout rings.  Actually for huge periods
of time you're not really aware of the big ring
through your septum - it doesn't really get in the way
as you munch your slave biscuit, and it's quite
tightly fitted so it doesn't bob up and down much as
you're working.  The time you really notice it is when
you're being shaved, or when you want to kiss
passionately.

In the next couple of weeks Craig and I worked out how
we were going to manage our needs to 'top' with our
desire to be together. It was simple, really - most
nights each of us fucked one of the other guys in the
group, which satisfied us, and made them happy.  Then
we came back together again to kiss and cuddle, always
falling asleep wrapped up in each others arms.
Occasionally we'd have sex together, and then it was
more difficult  - I didn't mind taking Craig up my ass
all that much as I knew he needed to do this
occasionally in order to 'control' me (but when I
allowed him to do this, it was of course me who was
still in charge).  He really didn't like being fucked,
though, and I absolutely had to insist - sometimes
with a little force - that he took his turn and let me
fuck him.  But, all in all, it was a great time, and I
don't think I've ever been happier.

I was supremely fit, using my body in the way that a
man's muscles are designed to be used, for hard work.
I had plenty of sex, with no need to plan for it or
beg for it from ungrateful women, I was surrounded by
guys who I really liked and we were all bonded
together as a proper team, and I had no worries at all
- I slept deeply every night, completely untroubled by
thoughts about work, promotion, how I could pay my
bills, and all the other stuff that eats into a young
guy's happiness.  Sometimes, of course, I did think a
bit about the future- would I end up down the mines,
or in the organ banks? But as there was nothing I
could do about this, there wasn't much point in
worrying about it, was there?  If I was going to be
entombed, or sold off for spare parts, it would be the
owner who decided and there was no influence that I
could bring to bear on his decision.

My world contracted down to the estate, and, most of
all, to the slave pen and my nightly frolics.  Without
books, newspapers, TV, radio or anything all I had to
think about was my work assignment and which guy I was
going to fuck that evening.  Thinking about and
performing sex was the only "free" activity I had, as
every other aspect of my life was controlled by others
- they decided when I should eat, when I should crap,
and what work I should do.  All the little things that
obsess you as a young guy had been taken away - I
didn't have to decide what clothes to wear to help
pull the women,  I didn't have to worry about whether
I'd made the right impression on someone at work, or
in a club, I didn't have to scheme to get the money to
run a fancy car... All I had to do was obey orders and
work, and fuck.

My owner did decide to breed from me, and in the
middle of one morning he came to collect me to take me
to the stud - part of the estate we were never usually
allowed to enter.  Karl was pulling his rickshaw as
usual, and, as before, I was chained to the back of it
by my snout ring and had to run at a cracking pace to
keep up.

None of the other guys had been put to stud before,
and there had been no stories of what was involved so
I had no idea what to expect.   I suspected that it
would all be done by artificial insemination - they'd
wank me, and use my fresh cum to impregnate the women,
and that I was only being taken to the stud so that my
semen would be as fresh as possible.

We went through a pair of gates into the stud
compound, and I was surprised to see a lot of kids
playing - well, I guess if you're breeding slaves,
you do have to let them grow up somewhere, don't you?
 As I was watching, fascinated, a guard came out and
unchained me and motioned for me to follow him into
the building.  He led me along a corridor and into an
office, and there was the familiar veterinarian.

"Just a quick check up, Jon", he said.  "We don't want
to spread any nasty diseases into the herd, do we?".
He quickly took a blood sample, and popped it into an
automatic analyser, then turned his attention back to
me.

"You do know what to do, don't you?"

"Sir, what do you mean, sir?"

"You have fucked women, haven't you?  You know what's
expected?  You're one of the ones who was heterosexual
before enslavement, weren't you, so you know how to
impregnate a woman?"

"Sir, yes, sir!"

"Good.  Then I don't have to give you a little lecture
and demonstration, as I do for some of the slaves the
owner selects to breed from - those coming straight
from a breeding farm have sometimes never even seen a
woman before they're brought here, so it's best to
check and make sure.   Anyway, just do as you normally
would - just the fucking, that is - all the
preparatory work has been done.  A full hard erection,
then fuck until you shoot.  Stay in there for a couple
of minutes to give your swimmers a start up her tubes,
then pull out, and it's all over and you can go back
to work."

At that moment the analyser pinged, and he looked at
the results rather cursorily.

"All in order, as I expected.  You were clean when you
came here, and we're careful not to let any infection
get in - it would spread like wildfire if it did, with
all you studs fucking away every night.   So let's do
the business."

He led me out and into a room marked "stud hall" on
the door.  One side of it was lined with tiny cells,
each one containing a naked man - I'd heard that the
owner was 'lightening the herd', and these men looked
as if they'd been chosen to do just that - all of them
had blond hair, and were in that classic
'Scandinavian' mould - tall, broad shouldered, small
waists, flaring ass, long legs, and. I suppose,
handsome features.

"Don't worry about the house studs", the vet said.
"They kind of resent the owner electing to breed from
his other slaves, and they might try to put you off -
they like to call out at critical moments, in the hope
of putting you off your stroke.  Still, it amuses them
- they've got not much else to do, poor bastards -
they're kept in their cages almost all the time, as
the owner wants them totally focussed on fucking.
They aren't even allowed to play with themselves, or
with their fellows."

There was a table in the open area in the middle of
the room, and a big black woman was brought in by a
guard.  She lay on her back and spread her legs, and
remained there quiet and calm.

"This is one of our most experienced brood mares", the
vet said.  He seemed to have a penchant for these
unnecessary remarks to explain things when no
explanation was really necessary.  "She's had twelve
pups so far, so she knows what to do.  Now... I've got
to prepare you...."

Gently he pulled my arms behind my back and slipped a
pair of handcuffs around my wrists to hold them there.
 "We've had problems with slaves being a little over
eager, and actually damaging some of the mares", he
went on, "So the owner had decreed that all the studs
should be cuffed.  Now.... Yes... The owner is in the
viewing gallery, so we can get on with it."

He put an arm around my shoulder and led me to stand
between the woman's legs.  Then, to my amazement, he
started to wank me.  I was on the edge of an erection
anyway, and it only took a couple of strokes to make
me hard.  He used my cock as a handle to guide me over
to the woman, and then, even more astonishingly,
actually inserted me into her slit!

"The owner likes everything to be properly
supervised", he told me, "and it's easier if I get you
started like this when your hands are cuffed.  Now...
Get fucking!"

Well, have you ever tried it?  Having the owner
watching, the vet standing within a foot of me, and
with my cock inside a big black woman I didn't know
and didn't fancy, was too much.  I just froze, as if I
was rooted to the spot.

"Come on, Jon.... You can do it... fuck her....", the
vet was saying.  And then he moved around behind me,
put his hands on my hips, and started to guide me
backwards and forwards, in and out!

That's all I needed, really - the spell was broken,
and my reflexes took over.  In spite of the catcalls
from the caged studs and the completely unnatural way
in which I was having to perform, I started to thrust
vigorously and soon - very soon - I pumped a huge load
into her.
I went to pull out, but the vet was behind me,
preventing it  "No, stay inside for a couple of
minutes as I told you to", he said "Research has shown
that when the sire stays inside the dam after
impregnation the chances of conception are as much as
15% higher."

So I had to stand there, buried inside this black
woman, being watched by the owner, vet and the studs.
I hated it, I hated being used in this way, and I
hated the thought that I might have just fathered a
child who would grow up only knowing life as a slave.

But then it was over, and the vet led me away, back to
his surgery, where he uncuffed me and then allowed me
to wash the woman's juices off my cock.  At one time I
couldn't have even thought about doing something as
intimate as this in front of another man, but now it
seemed almost natural, so used had I become o thinking
of my body as something that was always on display.

"Do you want to know what you've sired, assuming it
takes, although it should as she's at the peak of her
season and your sperm is young and virile?"

"Sir, what, sir?"

"Well, assuming that you have successfully impregnated
her, do you want to know if you've sired a daughter,
or a son?  If it's a son, you'd be a father, although
it's unlikely you'd ever meet the slave.  But we
routinely abort females, as there's not much call for
female slaves - they don't work as hard as men do, and
most owners don't want the worry of pregnancies and so
on so they choose males as sex toys.  Male slaves
fetch, on average, five times the price of females, so
there's not much point in breeding females, is there?"

I didn't know what to say - did I want to know, or
not?  I couldn't really think of a reply to the vet's
question.  But he seemed to sense this, as he went on
"You're like a lot of young men faced with fatherhood
- you don't really want to know.  It's OK to fuck, but
when the woman is pregnant, you lose interest.  Most
of the studs in here aren't concerned about it, so
you're not unusual.  However you will know to some
extent - if you're called back to stud again within
two months it will be because it was a female.  If you
don't stud again for a year or so, it will because the
owner has decided to see what the progeny actually
looked like before using you again."

As he'd been so talkative, I thought I could risk a
question.

"Sir, please, sir....."

"You may speak, slave."

"Sir, why does the owner actually make us fuck the
women like this?  Surely he could just take my semen
and use artificial insemination.  It would be less
humiliating for me, and the woman.... And, as you say,
some guys don't know how to fuck women at all, and
don't want to...."

The vet just laughed for a moment, then gave me a
little lecture.  "You've been a slave here for some
time now, and you still don't get it, do you?  How on
earth can it be 'humiliating', either for you or the
woman, to have intercourse?  Your owner has decided
that you should, and that's it.  Whether he watches,
or invites audiences of thousands to watch, is not
relevant.  You're a slave, your master decides what
you should do, and you should be proud to be obeying
his orders.  There's no humiliation in this - a proper
slave would be standing there now rejoicing that he
had served his owner as his owner commanded.  It's the
same for the men who have never, or don't like,
fucking a woman - it's completely irrelevant, if they
are slaves."

"On your second point, about AI, I think you'll find
it's absolutely normal to require live 'covering'
where expensive animals are concerned.  Sure, if
you're a farmer with a herd of hundreds of cattle, you
buy in bull semen and squirt it up them.  But if you
breed race horses, or pedigree dogs, it's always done
'live' - the rules of horse racing, and the kennel
club, absolutely forbid AI.  The stallion or dog
usually travels to the mare or bitch, and the owners
watch whilst they 'cover' them, with vets in
attendance to make sure all goes well.  The owner has
a big string of race horses at Newmarket in England,
and he knows how the system works, so he simply
'imported' it here - that's why I guided you in to her
like that, as the owner knows that that's what vets do
in breeding sessions."

I listened to all of this, and my mind was reeling.  I
kind of went along with the first point - if you were
a slave, I suppose yo have to obey all your owner's
commands, but I still felt a bit embarrassed.  But
when I saw how the owner really thought of us - as
being just like his string of race horses - I almost
rebelled.  I wasn't an animal, I was a man.  I went to
argue with the vet, but he had moved on.

He slapped me playfully on my ass, and said "Now,
we're all finished here, so it's back to work for
you."

The owner had left by this time in his rickshaw, so I
was just sent back to the site we were working on - I
could walk back, at my own pace, and look around me
for a change!  As I went I thought about escape, but I
knew it was impossible because of the security
necklace I still wore, and the effects on my mates.
It made me realise that being chained behind the
rickshaw, and being marched in and out by the guards
in the morning and evening, were just ploys to make
slaves seem to be under tight control - in practice, I
could walk around my myself with no fear of escape and
I was just as much "under control" as if I was tightly
bound and guarded.  They also didn't need to lock us
in our pens at night, either - where else would we go,
or what else could we do?  No, this whole slave thing,
as practised here at the estate, was about
manipulation and control of a man's will.  We accepted
that we were slaves, there were a number of ways that
that acceptance was reinforced in our every day lives,
and so we were slaves.

I might have carried on this speculation for longer,
but I'd got back to the site and as soon as I arrived
there was the "encouragement" of the Overseer's whip
on my naked ass, as he'd seen me walking up, rather
than running.

That night the other guys all wanted to know what it
was like to "stud", and so I told them.  None of us
could understand why the Owner had selected me, rather
than any of the others, as none of them could remember
this having happened before., and it's still a mystery
to me.  Perhaps it was just a whim, to try out using
ordinary slaves rather than one of the herd studs, who
knows!

I just didn't feel like fucking that night, and I
suppose that was just as well as none of the guys
would really ant a cock up them that had been inside a
woman earlier that day, would they?  So I lay with
Craig immediately, and we nuzzled and caressed, and he
held me tight.

Craig's a sensitive guy, and he didn't even take
advantage of me by trying to fuck me that night.  And
when he started to wank me,  I even pushed his hand
away.

"You're upset, Jon....  Hey, don't worry... Whatever
it is it isn't the end of the world...."

"No, I'm OK."

"No you're not!  I've never known you to turn down an
opportunity for sex.  Now, what's the problem?  Tell
Craig all about it... We're best mates, aren't we?
We're real fuck buddies, and we ought to have no
secrets...."

"Well, it's just that... Well... Well firstly I didn't
enjoy fucking that woman.  And secondly, I'm worried
about the kid."

"So, you didn't enjoy it.  So what?"

"But I used to. I used to spend all my time trying to
get a fuck, and then planning the evening, and doing
it.... It was a big thrill....  And now.... The vet
had to make me hard before I could even go up her..."

"Don't be stupid, Jon, it's perfectly normal!  You've
got all the sex you want now, with a bunch of good
mates.  Why should you want to chase after women when
all these guys are ready and willing?  And haven't you
found that sex with men is much, much better than sex
with women? I think a lot of guys are conditioned by
society to the women and marriage thing, and don't
realise what they're missing by fucking their mates.
You're just one of the lucky ones - being here has
shown you what proper sex is all about."

"Yes, but if I've fathered a son, he'll grow up as a
slave...."

"Is that such a terrible thing?  It's not a bad life
here, actually, is it?  Even for us, who've known
something different, it's quite agreeable.  We're
healthy, fit, stress-free, and we have great sex all
the time. How many guys did you know before who could
say that?  And a guy who grows up as a slave would
have all of that from day one.... So I shouldn't worry
about it.  Just be glad that you've done your bit for
the human race, passing on your genes so they're not
lost to the gene pool - after all, with a body like
yours, the human race deserves to have it passed
on...."

Craig was laughing as he said this, and hugged me
tighter to him, and I had to smile! Well, his views
were a bit reassuring, and, perhaps more importantly,
I couldn't think of any arguments to really refute
them.  And as he been talking, he'd been playing with
my cock and I was now hard.  With a little sigh I
turned around to face him more closely, and reached
down for his cock so that we could mutually wank.

_____________________


Time seemed to have little meaning for us, as every
day was so much like the other.  Of course we worked
on different projects, but some of these were
"repeats" - things we'd laboured to build some time
before were torn down, or re-built slightly
differently.  There was "new work", of course, but it
was apparent that we were kept not just for this but
as display objects, to demonstrate the owner's power
over men, and so it was important that we were always
occupied.

Occasionally we enjoyed Stu, and he was growing up and
developing - when I first came to the estate he'd been
a well developed sixteen year old, but as time went on
he put on more muscle in response to the normal
growing and maturing process that all young men go
through.  He really liked me to fuck him, but in order
to avoid problems with Craig I also ensured that when
he was with us Craig fucked him too.

One morning as we worked away I looked up to see the
water spout poking towards me and went to take a
drink, then stopped in shock - it wasn't Stu holding
the skin filled with water, but a new kid:  like Stu
when I'd first seen him, he looked to be sixteen, had
a lithe but undeveloped body, and an arrogant
sixteen-year old cock that was jutting out rock hard
from his low-hanging balls.

"Where's....", I started, but stopped just in time
before the Overseer heard.

It was almost beyond endurance that day: I was
desperate to know what had happened to Stu, but there
was no way of finding out. Once we were penned that
night I asked all the others, but they were as
mystified as me.  I found myself feeling desperately
sad, as I thought  I might never meet Stu again, and I
even considered earning a punishment for us all by
daring to ask one of the guards.

As it had on so many occasions, the gate to our pen
was opened a little later, and Stu came in!  But a
different Stu - he now sported a snout ring like the
rest of us, and his cock, instead of hanging  loose,
was jutting out in front of him as he had been
cinched.   I think all of us were relieved that he was
still here, but he came straight over to me and
embraced me - it was odd to feel his cinched cock
jutting into mine, and I asked him what happened.

"I'm one of you now, Jon.  I'm one of the work crew.
I'm no longer a water boy, but a proper hard-working
slave, and I shall be living with you all
permanently."  He seemed to be so happy, that I
wondered if he really knew what hard work was.  But he
explained that after being a water boy for two years -
he had been "taken" when he was sixteen from the
streets of London after he'd run away from home - the
owner now judged him to be fully mature and read for a
proper work assignment.  Actually, looking at him, I
could see that this was a good choice for him as
during those two years he'd certainly filled out and
was now a big, strapping lad with well formed muscles
and the sort of biceps and calves that only young guys
who look after their bodies can really acquire.

"It was difficult", Stu went on, "Because I heard Karl
asking the owner one day if I could be made into a
pony, like him.  He was trying to get the owner to
consider having a young 'racing' pony for short,
high-speed journeys, and was always pointing out how
my long legs would fit me for such a role.  He just
wanted to keep me living in the stables, of course, as
he doesn't want to lose his fuck boy - but I'm a man
and I want to choose who fucks me:  I want to be with
you, Craig and the other guys, not with that arrogant
bastard."

"I thought that Karl was the owner's favourite slave",
I cut in, "and that the owner  sometimes spoke to him
and let him take liberties denied the rest of us.  If
he asked the owner, why aren't you now in training on
a running machine?"

"Who knows?  Anyway, here I am.  Now...."

He reached down for my cock, and playfully stroked me
from a semi-erection to a full hard-on.
"Please fuck me, Jon.  You used to when I was
visiting, and I know you fuck all the other guys. But
I've always wanted to belong here properly, to be
close to you, to have you fuck me so gently, not like
that bastard Karl did every night....  With you it
will be different - having you fuck me every night
will be fantastic...."

"Look, Stu, it's not like that here.  Craig and I ...
Well.... We're kind of special friends, and the only
guys we fuck regularly are each other.  The rest of
the guys have to take pot luck, and we fuck them if we
feel like it.  I'm sorry, Stu.... I will fuck you, and
so will Craig. But not every night."

He looked so dejected. "But  I thought.... The way you
treated me when I came here occasionally..."

"Look, grow up!  Of course we fucked you when you were
here occasionally - variety is the spice of life, and
a nice well-reamed young ass is a nice change from all
the others.  And I'll fuck you again, and so will
Craig.  But only because we want to, when we feel like
it.  You said you wanted to be a real member of this
group, well, that's how it is here."

I had to be hard on the lad like this, as he did need
to understand the rules of the game from the outset -
he couldn't expect exclusive use of my cock, could he?
 I've told you that my philosophy is that it's my
pleasure that counts, and I enjoyed "playing the
field" too much to want to agree to fuck just one guy
- well, except Craig, and that's different.  So for
the rest of that night both Craig and I ignored him,
and had one of those rare nights when we fucked each
other.  The other guys made a lot of him, though, and
he had a lot of cocks to suck, and was brought to
climax several times by the eager attentions of the
other men.

It was tough for Stu - I don't think he was at all
prepared for just how hard we all worked, and even
though he was young and enthusiastic, his body still
didn't yet have all the power that the rest of us had.
 So he got lots of "encouragement" from the Overseer,
and I could see that he hated this - as the water boy
he'd hardly ever been whipped, I suspected.  I also
found it odd when the new boy came around with his
sack to water us, he couldn't resist hefting the boy's
cock whilst he sucked down his water, just as he'd
told me some of the other slaves always did to him.
Was he interested in the boy, or was he just acting
out the role he thought slaves had?

That night he looked to be in real trouble, as his
muscles were all stiff and tired, and as the gate of
our pen closed I told Craig that I was going to help
him out, but that I'd be back to sleep together later.
 Craig shrugged, and decided to join in with three of
the other guys who were having a circle jerk.

"Lie down", I told Stu, and at first he just sat
huddled against the wall, looking a picture of misery.


"Lie down", I said again, thinking he hadn't heard me.
 "On your belly.  There's just space here."

He still ignored me, and it wasn't because he hadn't
heard me - he was sulking!  Well, I wasn't going to
have that - none of the guys treats me that way, and I
certainly wasn't going to stand it from an eighteen
year old.  So I slapped him - hard - across the face,
and a slap from me with all the power of my body
behind it is something you won't lightly forget.  Stu
fell over with the force of it, and lay there looking
up at me, amazed at what I'd done.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it!", I
snapped. "Now, unless you want more of that, lie down
on your fucking belly."

Still looking at me almost in disbelief - he'd only
seen me being nice on his visits before, I suppose -
he rolled so that he was lying on his front, and I
could see his body quivering and his chest heaving as
if he was trying to stifle a sob.

I straddled him, and lowered my ass onto the base of
his spine, taking some of my weight myself but letting
my moist ass hole make contact with him.   I leaned
forward and put my big hands on his shoulders.

"This is what I was going to do if you hadn't been so
pig ignorant", I told him as I drew my hands in big
strokes down his back, towards me.  "You looked all
beat, and I remember from when I first came here how
much I hurt after my first day's labour.  I can't
massage you properly as there's no oil or anything,
but I'm going to dig my hands into all your muscles
and try to work some of the tension out of them for
you. Now...."

I did his shoulders several times, then moved down so
that I was squatting over his calves in order that I
could knead his ass muscles to bring life back into
them.  There was nothing sexual about it - I
deliberately didn't let my fingers go into his crack,
and just concentrated on squeezing and relaxing his
buttocks, before doing the same thing to each of his
thighs.

Then I rolled him over, and massaged his pecs, but  I
couldn't resist tweaking his tits just a bit to add a
little amusement to it - and Stu reacted by arching
his body and moaning at me gently.  By the time I'd
worked his belly, he was erect - his cinched cock was
straight up, and pre-cum was flowing liberally all
down it.  I stroked it once or twice, and the flow
speeded up, and the lad was moaning and whispering
"Yes, please, Jon, please...."

I knew how the lad must be sore, and although I quite
fancied fucking him thought that it probably wasn't
right that night, so instead I did something I'd never
done before - I squatted down over him  and guided his
cock up into my ass, then raised myself up and down,
just as he had on mine the first time we met.

Fortunately it only took a few strokes before he came,
as I didn't find it very pleasant - well, his cock was
OK, and I was used to having a cock up me.  But I
didn't like the strain it put on my thighs as I had to
raise and lower myself on him.

I leaned forward over him then, still taking most of
my weight on my hands and knees, and he was smiling.

"So, felling better?"

"No - I still ache everywhere.  But I feel a lot more
alive now - thanks, that was fantastic.  But the other
guys told me you were a 'top' and you didn't take
it...."

"I don't, usually.  But this 'top' and 'bottom' thing
is not absolute.  Most tops take it occasionally, and
most bottoms can fuck an ass if they want to.  You
shouldn't attach labels to guys just like that.  I
thought your cock needed an ass, and you're in no fit
state to give a man a proper fucking, so I gave you a
little treat.  But don't expect that will happen
often!"

As usual, it was of course me who'd decided what was
to be done, and I'd managed the thing. But now I had
to think about Craig, so I said to Stu "Now go and
find some of the other guys to sleep with you tonight
- you need a couple of nice warm bodies around you  to
keep those muscles warm and subtle and get you ready
for the morning."

"But won't you..."

"For fuck's sake, Stu.... Don't you understand:  I'm
with Craig.  We almost always sleep together.  Go and
find your own fuck buddy."

I judged it best to be honest with the guy - although
I liked him and I enjoyed his body, there was no way I
could manage having him as a regular buddy and at the
same time keep Craig.  Stu had to learn that he was
just like the other guys in our group, there to be
used when Craig and I wanted an ass to fuck.

Stu did look pretty pissed off, though, or was he just
sad to find out that life as a slave in our group was
not all that he expected?  But he soon recovered - as
Craig and I were nuzzling and playing with each other
later that night I could see that he and some of the
other guys were all happily intertwined with each
other, and there was a lot of those noises that only
men in heat make.

The following morning, as it happens, we were all
allowed to shower, and we knew that that usually meant
trouble - the owner must e having a party of guests,
and wanted us to be shown to our best advantage.  We
had learned to hate these parties, as it always
involved working "snouted" together, and, quite often,
terrible sexual humiliation at the hands of the guests
who did, of course, have complete freedom to use any
of the owner's slaves for their pleasure.  We were not
often chosen, fortunately, as our great strength and
heavily muscled bodies, our snout rings and cinching
tended to put off all but the most intrepid guests.  I
understood that it was the waiters in the house who
came off worse as they were all very accessible and
were specially chosen to have nice bodies and handsome
faces.

We were surprised that this time we weren't "snouted",
even though we were moved to one of the special "make
work" tasks near the house.  This time we were
breaking up a slab of thick cement into small pieces,
and wheeling them away in barrows - we'd only poured
that slab about six months ago when another party of
guests was staying.  It's really hard - raising and
slamming down the big hammer to break up the concrete
really jars all your muscles, although it provides a
good spectacle for the guests, I suppose:  there's
something about the way that every part of you is
working when you have to raise the hammer high, then
drive it down, that really exposes you.  Your arms,
chest, belly and thighs are all straining, and whether
viewed from the front or back, naked men doing this
kind of work are, unmistakably, slaving away!

Although we were never allowed to stop working, of
course,  we always tried to catch a glimpse of the
guests.  For one thing, it made for a bit of variety
in your life.  And for another, if there was a
possibility that they might select you for sex later,
it was good to see them first, clothed.  The owner
usually invited groups of about ten to twelve,
containing a few women, but this time it was different
- sitting in the shade, sipping the drinks that the
house slaves took to them, were just a couple of guys.
 They didn't seem to be very old, and I thought they
looked about the same age as Stu.

They were watching us for some time, but eventually
Karl appeared and both guys got into the tiny rickshaw
- Karl must have really sweat that day to pull two
passengers, and they didn't seem to be sparing the
whip on his hard ass, either, as they evidently
fancied themselves as drivers and wanted a fast pace.
I suppose all young guys like to drive fast, and they
were just doing the same thing in a rickshaw as they'd
do in a car.

The men were there again in the afternoon on the shady
terrace, and they seemed to be very good friends - as
we surreptitiously watched, they each fucked a waiter,
making it into a kind of race to see who could cum
first!  It was funny to see their naked asses pounding
up and down - they were nicely muscled (although not
powerfully so) and from my own youth I remembered how
it felt to be that age and having sex:  you're fit
from games and the gym, and always horny, and always
ready for it when you can get it. In my case I fucked
girls, and I couldn't get it very often,  but these
men seemed to be really enjoying the waiters, and it
wasn't so very different from how I'd been.  No - the
funny thing was that their asses were white - we were
all so used to seeing other slaves who were, like us,
deeply tanned, that it came as a bit of a shock to
remember that some men could not expose themselves to
the sun.

They fucked away unconcerned, then dressed, and
sauntered over to where we were all working and
watched us intently for some time - it was almost as
if they were making notes on us.

End Of Part 10