Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 00:03:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad And Me, Part 24

Dad And Me   by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part  24

You probably think I had it all.  I was still young.
I still had a good body, in spite of beginning to put
on some weight because of all the formal dinners and
stuff I had to go to and having too little time for
exercise. And of course I was rich and powerful - very
rich and very powerful.  In my business life I could
make decisions that affected millions, and in private
I had a large army of slaves who were under my
absolute control.

But, to tell you the truth, all of this was becoming
boring.  Perhaps it was because I hadn't had to work
for most of it - I don't know:  we often can't
pinpoint the factors that are giving us vague feelings
of unhappiness and dissatisfaction with life
generally, can we?

Probably the only things that were consistently
enjoyable in my life were the times I spent with Tony,
and Miles - both now important executives at the bank.
 It was becoming harder and harder to find time for
all three of us to get together, though, and it took a
great deal of juggling of diaries by our respective
secretaries to make sure that we were all in the same
bed occasionally for an evening's fun!  I'd just
finished fucking Tony, and was lying there feeling our
hearts race as  we cooled down, and stroking Miles'
thighs as he lay alongside us having been sucked off
by Tony as my dick had been reaming Tony's ass, when
into that companionable silence Miles dropped a
bombshell "I'd like you two guys to be my groomsmen
when I get married in two months time", he said
quietly and calmly.

Tony and I both sat bold upright, we were so
surprised.  "Married?  To who?", Tony asked, as I
demanded "Married?  You don't even like women!  You've
never mentioned a girlfriend , even...."

Miles looked at us, and said airily, in that vaguely
upper-class way he has "Oh, well, no, I haven't
mentioned a girl friend.  Well, I hardly know her,
really. And you're right, I don't particularly like
women  - well, not for sex, at least.  But you know
how it is...."

"No we don't!", Tony and I said almost simultaneously.

"I suppose it's different for you, but in our place in
society, men get married.  My parents want a grandson,
to carry on the family name.  My father's getting
ready to pay the fees at school and Harvard.... "

"But don't they know you like men?"

"Yes, of course.  But what's that got to do with the
price of fish?".  Miles smiled, as he used one of
these peculiar colloquialisms that he was prone to.
"I don't have to like her, particularly - we're only
going to be married, after all.  And once I've
fathered 'the heir and the spare', so to speak, we can
live our separate lives.  And you'll know, Steve,
better than most, that even guys who don't like women
can, well... can... well... impregnate them.  That's
all I've got to do, really - a nice big ceremony so
that all the family and friends can come, some rather
clinical sex, to get her pregnant, and then we'll have
a nice big apartment so we don't have to see each
other much and will generally weekend at different
places.... "

I lay back and listened almost incredulously.  This
all sounded wrong.  But Miles was going on "So I'd
like you two, as my absolutely best friends, and my
closest fuck buddies, to be in Newport and be my
groomsmen at the ceremony, and the reception.... My
parents' cottage is just made for a big party, you
know, especially when we have all the marquees across
the lawns..."

"Miles, you can't be serious about doing this....",
Tony joined in, in his own tone of mild disapproval.

"And give me one or two good reasons why not?  I can
list all the advantages:  our place in society is
assured, my parents happiness guaranteed when they
have a grandson, the continuance of the family name,
and, I suppose, the fact that I quite look forward to
having sons to bring up.... It will be fun showing
them life, taking them on vacations, all that sort of
stuff.  And then introducing them to sex...  Yes, a
man needs sons."

"But what about this woman, this woman you're just
going to use to breed from?", I spluttered.

"Oh, her?  Well, she's from the same class in society
as us, and her parents have presumably pointed out the
advantages of marrying me:  you two may not realise
it, but I'm a bit of a catch, you know!  I've got a
very good job, lots of investments, I went to the best
schools, I've got status.... And I'll inherit the
cottage and stuff, too, of course.... Who wouldn't
want to marry me?"

Well, we argued and discussed it, but the more Tony
and I thought the whole idea sounded mad, the more
Miles became adamant that it was the correct thing to
do.  "After all", he said finally, "Look at my parents
- it worked for them, perfectly.  And you, Steve,
you're always going on about what a great time you had
with your father before that unfortunate enslavement:
would you want to deny me the pleasure of having that
kind of relationship with sons, too?  And I'd advise
you two to think on:  time's passing you by, you know
- you ought to be planning to have sons, too.
Although I suppose, Steve, that you already have a
fair number...."

We laughed, but I could see Tony was thinking, as was
I, about what we might be missing.  Or was there
something else in his expression?  A slightly impish
grin on his face?  Still, we finally gave up, and Tony
and I rather ganged up on poor Miles:  we said that if
he was setting himself up as a stud, he'd better save
his cum and so he wasn't allowed to fuck;  and then we
fucked him, hard, both of us, all the time laughing
and telling him that he needed lessons from us in how
to do it, if he was going to be a good teacher and pas
it on to his sons in the future!  All in all, it was
one of those really memorable evenings when buddies
really bond, and we had a truly great time.

I won't bore you with the wedding - it was the society
event of the year when "Handsome banker wed famous
clothes designer after a surprise, whirlwind
courtship...."    It was all over all the papers, and
on TV, and the magazines had articles about their
ceremony, the honeymoon, their new apartment, and
stuff, for months and months.  I must say I looked
suavely handsome in most of the pictures as Tony and I
"supported" Miles at the ceremony.

All this publicity made it harder for us to get
together, and so it wasn't for another three or four
months before we were all lying together again, and
Tony, ever one to want to make the running, took his
mouth off Miles' dick and said "So, lover boy, how's
your sex life going with the wife?"

"Oh Tony, you can't ask a man things like that..."

Tony plunged his head down and sucked Miles' balls
into his mouth, causing Miles to throw back his head
and moan in ecstasy, then Tony stopped and asked again
"Does she give it as good as I do, Miles?  Come on...
Steve and I want to know... You've nothing to be
embarrassed about:  we're all friends here.  And maybe
Steve could give you a few tips about how to stud....
Maybe you could even tell me what it's like - is it as
good as a nice firm ass?"

"You guys are disgusting!".  Miles was almost
laughing.  "I'm not going to give you sex lessons,
Tony - go and hire a woman for the night, or buy a
nigga bitch, if you want to know how the heterosexuals
do it!  Let's just leave it that married life is all I
thought it would be - we're in our new apartment,
she's decorating it and buying new slaves, and life is
pretty easy, actually.  All the stuff I used to have
to do for myself gets done by her - supervising the
slaves, all those tedious things like paying the
bills.... It all runs like clockwork.  And yes, we
have fucked - but we timed it all right, and she's in
the club, and so I've done my duty until it's time for
the next one."

We were going to ask more, but just then we heard the
outer door of  Tony's apartment open, and then bang
shut, and the TV went on in the next room.

Miles tweaked Tony's nip, and said "So, what's this?
A secret lover?  Someone you haven't told us about?
Or is business so bad and your bonus so down that
you've had to take a roomie?  Come on, tell us, or it
will be painful for you... I have ways of making you
talk, Tony..."

"Oh no, just forget it..."

Miles squeezed his nip, hard, and Tony squirmed
around.  "Hold him Steve", Miles said laughingly.
Don't let him escape!  We want all the details.  Come
on, Tony, I'm a lawyer, you know I know how to get the
truth out of people..."

We struggled a bit, having huge fun, tweaking Tony's
nips, squeezing his balls, running a thumb nail over
his piss slit, until we were almost helpless with
laughter.  And then the door opened, and this kid
walked in!

Both Miles and I stopped still in amazement, and Tony
looked vaguely embarrassed as he almost unconsciously
pulled the bed cover up a little, as if to try to hide
our nakedness from the kid.  I stared at him, and he
reminded me a bit of myself at that age - he must have
been a late sixteen, right on the cusp of real
manhood.  He was tall, slim, somehow colt-like, with a
shock of unruly black hair.  He was dressed in the
"uniform" of youth, with low-slung jeans looking as if
they'd  fall of his snake-thin hips at any moment
revealing the waistband of his designer underwear, and
a short sleeved loose T on top of a baggy long sleeved
white one.

We all looked at each other.  Then Tony said "Steve,
Miles, this it Billy..."

The kid just continued to stare at us.  I knew
something must be going on as he hadn't knocked before
entering the room, and he didn't seem to be surprised
at seeing Tony's naked body.  But what?

"So is Billy your new slave?", I finally asked.

The kid had spirit, I'll say that.  Gesturing at my
tattoo and brand, as I was lying sprawled on my side,
he snapped "Watch who you're calling a slave!  You
look more like a slave to me, and if you belong to the
other dude, I want you beaten...."

"No", Tony cut in.  "Billy's not a slave.  He's as
free as any of us here."

"But who...?", Miles began.

"Billy, stop standing there like that, staring.  It's
rude!", Tony said.  "Either go and watch TV, or else
strip off an come and join us!"

Miles and I remained almost open mouthed in
astonishment as without hesitating the kid pulled in
turn each of the Ts off to reveal a slim, pale body,
then hopped around from foot to foot as he pulled off
his sneakers and socks, and slid his jeans down.  He
stood there in those dark grey boxers some men find
sexy, stroking the front, as if "settling" his dick
and balls in them, then turned around to pick up his
clothes and take them over to drop them over onto a
chair.  We all looked at his long back with the
backbone prominent in it, and the high, rounded butt
that was straining the fabric of the boxers.  He had a
lot of dark hair on his legs - like Tony - and they
were long, as he was tall for his age.

He turned around, and then, almost as if he was
conscious of the excitement he was causing, reached
inside his boxers to play with his dick for a moment.
AS he approached the bed, Tony whispered "No, Billy -
I've told you that it's not good for you to keep tight
underwear on in bed, as it causes your balls to
overheat!  You know that - I've told you often enough
before."

The kid shrugged, hesitated a moment, then put his
thumbs under the waistband of his boxers before
pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them.
The boy came to the bed, and without stopping slipped
down beside Tony, who pushed his own body across,
forcing Miles and me and him closer together, to make
room.

Like a lot of tall guys with slender bodies as youths
- me included - his dick was long, too.  And he was
uncut.  And we'd seen enough of him to know that he
wasn't tattooed or branded, and rather than a slave
collar, he wore a string of cheap-looking beads on a
leather thong around his neck.  I felt my dick
twitching in excitement, and Miles' did too - I could
feel it, as he was pressed against me.  Tony pulled
the kid close to him, his strong, hairy arms standing
out starkly from the kid's white skin, and his hand
began to stroke the kid's long, lean flank sensuously
as they lay there.  The kid kind of snuggled up close
to Tony, lying his head on Tony's hairy chest, and
curled his arm around Tony's ribs.

"Where did he come from, Tony?".  Miles was the first
of us to speak.  "And how old is he?"

Tony sounded a bit defensive.  "Look, he's over
sixteen, right?  So he can make up his own mind....
And he comes from Iowa."

"Iowa?"

"Oh, I'm not going to get any peace until I tell you
guys the whole story, am I?"  Tony settled the kid,
who seemed to be perfectly relaxed now that Tony was
almost cradling him close, and began "Billy's dad was
a small farmer, who died when he was twelve.  His mom
remarried - a labourer on the farm - and the guy took
over.  He didn't like Billy, and they rowed
constantly.  Billy begged and pleaded with his mom to
get rid of the stepfather, who used to drink heavily,
and who had begun to beat up Billy, but she wouldn't.
So as soon as he was old enough he determined to
leave, and used his meagre savings to but a bus ticket
to New York - like a lot of kids, he thought it would
be easier to get a job here than in Hicksville, Iowa!"

"And that's it?", I asked, as Tony had stopped.

"Well, no, of course not.  Needless to say, he
couldn't find any work - I mean, what is there for a
16 year old without any qualifications?  All the
burger hashing and stuff is done by slaves now.  So
after only three days he was hungry, had nowhere to
stay, and began to have to walk the streets..."

"Oh, so he sold himself, did he?  One of those gay
boys you see around....  Honestly, Tony, I'm surprised
at you!" - Miles actually managed to sound shocked,
but I think he was teasing Tony really.

"NO!  It wasn't like that!  He didn't want to sell
himself for sex.  He wasn't going to turn into a gay
bum-boy!    But what could the kid do?  You know how
it is - the police are always searching the bus
terminal and the streets at night looking for
'vagrants' - if he'd gone to sleep and they found him,
he'd not have been able to show them an address, or
any money.... So he'd have been fined.  Then, seven
days later, when the fine wasn't paid, he'd have been
hauled up before the courts as a vagrant, who was
destitute.... And then, slavery, of course."

I could see the kid looking at Tony as he said this,
and he was obviously in agreement.

"Anyway, to cut a long story short", Tony went on, "On
the third day, when he was totally exhausted, he
started to beg to try to get a few dollars.... Very
risky in this city now, as the cops come down really
hard on that sort of thing.  But fortunately I
happened to be one of the guys he stopped.... It was
late, it was raining and I was on my way home from the
Club when he stopped me, and the poor kid looked so
dammed pathetic, all bedraggled and shivering.  So I
brought him home and said he could stay the night."

Tony gave a long, slow smile and repositioned his arms
and hands almost proprietorially around the kid's
slender body before continuing "Of course once I saw
him stripped, as I insisted he took a hot shower
before I fed him, I was excited.  So I got into the
shower with him, and although it was a bit of a shock
for him when I opened the door and he saw my dick
sticking straight out.... he soon realised how much fn
it can be with two guys together in there.  And after
he'd eaten, I thought he looked scared and lost, and
thought it would be better for him to know there was
someone to look out for him, so I let him share my bed
that night."

"And you thought he needed to know what a big thick
dick feels like up his ass, too!",  Miles cut in,
laughing now.

"NO, Miles.  I didn't want to take advantage of him.
I let him sleep that night, then told him he could
stay in the apartment the next day when I went to
work... I couldn't leave him alone, of course, as I
couldn't trust him fully then , so I cuffed him to the
bed - only one wrist, mind, so he could use the TV
remote and stuff.  And I didn't fuck him until the
second night!"

"He's been here just over two weeks now, and, as you
can see, he's learned to trust me.  And I guess I
trust him - he goes out to school, as I want him to
have a good education, and I let him go around to
other kids' apartments to study afterwards.... As long
as he's home by nine, as he's still growing, and he
needs his sleep."

As Tony had been speaking, the kid's left hand had
slowly moved down Tony's body to begin fondling his
dick, and Tony was now rock hard as the kid's fingers
carried on teasing and stroking him.

"So he's going to be your slave...?  Or what?" Miles
asked.

"Well, Miles, I think he's going to be my heir!  Of
course he's not going to be a slave:  that's too easy
- all I'd have to do is order him to come and get
fucked.  No, I want a free spirit, someone who wants
me to fuck them, not who does it because he's ordered
to;  and I like the idea of seeing Billy mature fully,
of giving him a proper education,  of going out to
watch him on the college football team - I'm sure
he'll be a great athlete once he's put a bit of meat
on his bones as he gets older.  I look forward to
seeing him get a job... I might even take him on as a
trader at the bank.  I've told Billy he's like a son
to me, and I'm going to be like his dad...."

"Oh, come off it, Tony...  You can't just take a kid
in off the street and start playing happy families!",
Miles broke in.

"Hey, Miles, it's no stranger than you deciding to
marry some bitch, getting her knocked up, and then
ignoring her in favour of your buddies, just so you
can have a son...  And taking a sixteen year old, I
cut  out a whole lot of waiting, and risk...  As you
can see, he's got a nice body..."

"Tony, it's not the same...."

They sounded as if they might have a serious argument,
but Billy, having got Tony's erection to the point
where, to me, it actually looked as if it might be
almost painful it was so hard, slid his body over
Tony's, then leaned backwards, half squatting, and
lowered himself onto Tony's dick!

As Miles and I watched in fascination, he began to
rock himself up and down, the muscles in his long legs
making agreeable flexing motions as he did so.  Tony
groaned with pleasure, and reached up and began to
tease the kid's nips, which made him throw his head
back, his long neck and prominent Adam's apple looking
totally sensual and erotic.

I remembered how Mr Hawthorne had made me ride his
dick as a slave, and then had expected me to continue
even when I was a free man, and now here was Tony,
getting the same treatment from another free man.  It
was too much - I had to stop watching, and flip Miles
over on to his back so I could start to fuck him to
relieve the tension in me.

Tony and I shot almost simultaneously, then Tony
pushed the kid off him, but this time so that he lay
on the other side of Tony, next to me.  I felt his
soft skin, damp with sweat, as was mine, and wondered
what he was thinking:  When I'd first had proper sex
it was with dad, and I'd felt safe and secure, knowing
he'd loved me.  I almost felt sorry for Billy, whose
dad had died, whose step-dad had beaten him up, and
who was now having to have sex with Miles and me
watching him -  it's not easy, even when you're used
to it, to have to perform in front of other guys, is
it?  The kid obviously had a lot of pluck to leave
home, and now to be able to behave so normally with
four guys who were at least twice his age.

In the elevator going down, when we left, Miles turned
to me and said "Jesus, Steve, Tony's taking on
something there.... A young guy like that, it's almost
certainly going to end badly."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it:  a kid with a body like that,
on the loose in this town!  He'll take Tony for money,
clothes, stuff like that, then will probably screw
around with every guy he meets..."

"Surely Tony knows that."

"Yes, Steve, but he probably thinks Billy loves him,
or something:  you can see that Tony's besotted with
him.  But then, who wouldn't like a nice piece of ass
like that in his bed every night?"

We arrived at the lobby then, and so we didn't pursue
the conversation, but as I was driven home in the limo
I began to wonder what was going on here:  Miles had
contracted this bizarre marriage and was screwing a
woman, even though he probably detested it, as he
wanted a son.  And Tony was risking money and
unhappiness, and probably his reputation, too,  if
things went badly wrong - a man who couldn't control a
young lover, after all, probably couldn't control a
big division of the bank, they'd say.  And that looked
as if it was because he wanted a young guy he could
groom and train:  he'd got himself a ready-made "son".
 It made me think of dad and me - where had it really
gone wrong?  Why weren't we as close as we used to be?
 I began to feel vaguely guilty about the way I was
treating him - sure, I'd made his job a whole lot
easier by having three slaves work on the pleasure
grounds now, and I'd made sure he could go on
studding, as he liked fucking women so much.  But was
that enough?  Thinking about what Miles and Tony were
prepared to do for sons, it seemed to me that I was
undervaluing the relationship between dad and me.  By
the time I'd got back to the apartment I'd decided
that the following weekend I'd go down to Manderleigh
and  make things better between us.

____________________________

The decision that was easy to make on a cold evening
in Manhattan looked less and less good as the
executive jet sped me southwards that Friday, and in
the limo to Manderleigh I almost began to regret it.
I mean, it's one thing to say that you're going to
have a full and frank talk with your dad, and quite
another to actually do it, isn't it?  I mean, where do
you start?  What should I say when Stryker brought him
in?  And how far should I go in spelling out how
things had changed - one thing was certain: I'd better
not tell him he'd been vasectomised, as that would
certainly piss him off, and may even destroy his
feelings of self worth, of being a "man".

I chickened out at first, and had dinner with Stryker
after I'd arrived, and sat there listening to his
reports on progress and so on.  I knew I was
postponing the inevitable, but perhaps I was clutching
at straws, hoping that some catastrophe would
intervene and "make" me postpone the interview.
Finally, after relatively good news about crop
shipments and slave purchases, I leaned forward to
Stryker and said as casually as I could "And what
about Joe, and Chas, and the new studding
arrangements, and so on....?"

"Oh it's all fine, sir.  As soon as it became known
that there was a new stud, a whole lot of the
neighbours came around with their bitches.  But
there's a bit of a potential problem - some of them
had been put with Joe before, and then with you, and
they now wanted the bitch covered by Chas so that the
bitch's third pup would be by a different father
again, and they weren't very pleased when I told them
about your 'Joe first' policy.  We fixed it, however -
Joe still studs them first, as he's 'top dog', but
where he's already bred with that bitch I slide a
condom over his dick before putting him to her.  He
gets the fun of studding - well, most of it, I
suppose, as the condom takes some of the pleasure away
for him - but the first real semen is pumped in by
Chas when he covers the bitch next.  The guests get to
see two studs in action, and everyone's happy....
Well, at least, sir, that is, if you're happy with it,
sir...."

I could see Stryker's point, and thought that seeing
him fitting a condom over dad's dick as part of the
preparations must be father funny, actually.  "So what
happens to Joe's cum....?"

"Oh, it depends on what the guests want.  Some of them
like the idea of a 'fall back' in case Chas fails, so
I have to stroke Joe into erection again and empty the
condom onto his dick, then put him back into the
bitch!   But mostly they just don't care, so I just
dump it in the trash."

"Very well, Stryker - you're on the spot here, and you
know best, I suppose.  But how is Joe otherwise?"

"I'd say he's really enjoying it, sir.  Although
there's more grounds to look after now, with three of
them at it, life's a bit easier.  And of course Joe is
the undisputed boss.... The Mexican has always
accepted him as the boss as he was so young when he
started, and even though he's now big and tough
himself, he defers to Joe in everything from habit.
When Chas first started he tried to order Joe around,
and Joe had to exert his authority - it took rather a
lot of bloody noses and painful bruises before Chas
recognised that Joe is tougher and stronger than he
is!  So now Joe bosses them both around, he spreads
the work between them as he chooses - although, to be
fair, he never shirks his own portion of it... And
that's only during the day.  At night, of course, he
fucks whichever one he wants, and most nights he takes
both of them.  I'd say he's having a pretty good time,
all in all."

It sounded like dad, I must say.  He always wanted to
run things.  And he really did like fucking!  "But how
is he as a slave, Stryker?  Surely, letting him run
things like that...."

"Oh no problem, sir.  He's a good enough slave to
recognise that he only has very limited power in this
one tiny corner of his life, and that all other times
he's a true slave, as we've talked about before, sir.
In fact he's 'training' Chas, just as he trained the
Mexican:  if there's the slightest sign of disrespect
from Chas, or if he starts to talk when they're
working, or anything like that, it's Joe who slaps him
down and I have to use the tawse a lot less.  I think
he's proud of being a good slave, sir, and he wants
the slaves who are with him to be 'good', too."

I took Stryker into the study for coffee and brandy -
not that I drank much of it myself, as, frankly, I was
feeling nervous.  But as the hour grew later, I knew I
had to act then, or spend a sleepless night worrying
about how I would do it tomorrow.  And, I suppose, I'd
learned by now that postponing difficult interviews,
or difficult decisions, doesn't make them any easier.
So I told Stryker  to have dad brought over from the
mower shed, and settled down on the couch to wait.

End Of Part Twenty Four