Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2005 00:37:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dad And Me, Part 31

Dad And Me by Pete Brown    petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 31

The board meeting was a fiasco.  Although there were
men there in the pay of the big investors and
institutions, there were one or two who understood
that if they supported me, their future would be
really rosy.  They'd almost defected when I wasn't
there, but once they saw me, and Tony, and Miles, and
did some calculations in their heads, their votes went
my way.

I didn't even bother to discuss it with the traitors,
but they knew their days were numbered - no more
promotions, no more salary rises, their departments
"reorganised" away from underneath them, their
secretaries reassigned and replaced by near
illiterates...  I suspected I'd have their
resignations within a couple of months at the most.

We went into my executive suite and I broke open the
Bollinger.  It was somehow eerily silent in there
without my secretaries and executive assistants, and
as we sat looking out at the city, I toasted the two
men.  "I owe you both, big time", I told them.  "We
know each other well enough not to be shy about asking
for a reward."

It was Tony who leapt in - he was never shy.  "Money,
boss.  Just more money.  Double my salary or
something, or an exceptional bonus - I've been hit
badly by the trading results as you've gone for that
long term strategy - I kind of rely on those two
hundred percent bonuses..."

"If only I could, Tony, but it's the Compensation
Committee that sets executive salaries..."

"Bullshit!", he laughed.  "Of course it does,
formally.... But everyone knows you control it, even
though you're not allowed to sit on it yourself.  So
I'll expect a two hundred percent bonus, irrespective
of the bank's results."

I nodded, smiling.   Tony was so loyal, but so
interested in money.  "And you, Miles?"

"Oh, nothing, Steve.  I was just doing my job."

"Miles, stop this false modesty.  Everyone wants
something in life, and I enjoy making my friends
happy..."

"No, honestly...."

Tony cut in "That's the problem with Miles, Steve.
Those parents of his on that huge estate in the
Hamptons... And that massive apartment on Fifth....
He's got more than enough money as it is."

Miles gave a slow smile as, unlike Tony and me, he did
come from a wealthy background.  "Oh no, Steve, you
can't reward me just for doing my job.  But I have
been thinking that some of the bank's policies are
wrong - currently, for example, we don't support
political parties.  And I've been wondering whether
that's not a rather 'last century' view.  It occurs to
me that there might be many advantages in swinging the
bank behind one or two key politicians...."

"Advantages for the politicians, or the bank?", Tony
cut in, laughing.

Miles sounded hurt.  "The bank, of course.  And the
politicians too, though - campaigns these days are so
expensive.  My cousin, who's planning to run for the
Senate, tells me...."

Both Tony and I burst out laughing.  "So the bank
should throw itself into your cousin's campaign?", I
asked, "Isn't that illegal, or something?"

"Oh, there are ways around it - we are a family of
lawyers, after all, Steve... You know that!"

We opened another bottle in celebration, then decided
we'd make a night of it and I ordered the limo to take
us all back to the apartment for dinner - and maybe
another game of poker!

The champagne had had it's usual effect of lightening
our mood, so we were laughing uproariously when we got
home.  Tony and Miles then almost fell over with
laughter as they saw Jeff - true to our bet he'd put
on is loincloth, but he hadn't been expecting Tony and
Miles to return with me!  At first he tried to cover
himself with his hands, then stammered that he was
going to change, but I told him to stay as he was
"...and I promise we won't pay strip poker", I added.

All evening as we ate, Miles and Tony getting drunker
and drunker, Jeff looked more and more miserable as
the two men kept making remarks about his body, and
about how lucky I was to have this piece of manflesh
around the place.  "Can I change my mind, and have
Jeff, instead of that bonus, Steve", Tony even asked
at one point, and then he and Miles roared with
laughter.

At some point Tony's cell went off, and he muttered a
few words into it, and about ten minutes later a slave
announced that  "Mr Billy" was here.  Tony and Miles
rushed over to him as he stood by the door, slapping
him on the back and congratulating him on the fine job
he'd done.  I hadn't seen Billy for some time, and in
those few months he'd certainly "matured", as young
men often do at eighteen or nineteen - he'd lost the
look of a "boy" and was now decidedly a "man" - a fit,
active, alert young man whose clothes suggested the
excitement of his body even though there was no overt
display of his muscle. I found myself wishing that he
had been enslaved, and that I'd come across him in the
slave market - Tony was a really lucky guy to have
that in bed every night.

He sat there, sipping a beer, and looking vaguely
uneasy at the sight of the two half-drunks, and nearly
naked Jeff.  I went over to him, and handed him a
cheque.

"Billy, I can't thank you enough.  This ought to
help..."

"Mr Masters, it's fifty thousand dollars!"   I saw
Jeff look completely startled, as this was the
equivalent of five years wages, before taxes and
stuff, for him.

"Yes, Billy.  A young man ought to have some money not
controlled by his dad.  I know Tony's a good guy, but
if you ever want to quit, at least there's no danger
of you being on the streets, destitute... and then
enslaved."

"Hey, Steve - quit interfering!"  Tony sounded
belligerent now.

"I'm not interfering, Tony.  But think about it -
would you rather have Billy with you because he wants
to be, or because the alternative is enslavement?"

Billy got up and went and sat on the couch beside
Tony.  The contrast between the blond, slim young guy
in the prime of youth and dark, swarthy, well-built
Tony was startling.  But Billy put his arm around
Tony's neck, drew him down and kissed him deeply on
the lips.  "Dad - I'm never going to leave you, you
know that....  I don't want Mr Masters' money.  I'd
rather be a slave to you, dad, than free anywhere
else..."

He kissed Tony again, and Tony's big arm went around
the kid to hug him, and his other hand rested on
Billy's crotch.  I saw Jeff watching all this, not
only the overt way that the two men were so
affectionate with each other, but seeming to replay
the words they'd used about slavery, and being
together.

"Hey, Billy, lighten up!  Any you, Tony!  Miles and I
are getting a hard on, watching you two start
foreplay.  And poor Jeff's embarrassed - he's not into
guys loving each other", I called out.  And then I
went on "Look, Billy, I'm sorry - I thought  I was
doing the right thing...."

"Oh you are, Steve!  Fifty K is fifty K, and free of
tax!", Tony burst out, and we all laughed, but I went
on "But I'd really like to do something for you - what
you did for me was  fantastic, and one good turn
deserves another."

"Well, sir, there is one thing...", Billy began
hesitatingly, and when he saw my nod of assent, went
on "I'm struggling a bit at Columbia, sir.  I've made
the football team, but most of the other guys played
at their fancy high schools, and I need coaching, and
building up.... I was wondering if I might use your
slave, sir - dad's told me about how you've been
getting back into shape, and it certainly seems to be
working...."

That was the second time he'd called Tony "dad", even
though there was no blood relationship between them,
and somewhere, deep inside me, it struck a chord of
loneliness:  I'd never have a kid cll me "dad", I
knew.  I missed Joe, and almost thought about ordering
the jet to take me down to Manderleigh there and then,
but stopped, as I thought of all the chaos there would
be to clear up at the bank the next day as the
resignations started to  come in - I just had to be
there, to cement my position absolutely in place, and
ensure all my protégés and supporters were promoted.
But as these thoughts were going through my mind, I
saw Jeff looking really angry, and about to say
something foolish.

"Jeff isn't a slave, Billy.  He's a free man.  I just
hire him as my personal trainer."

Billy looked confused and embarrassed, and stammered
"I'm sorry... When I saw him like that, dressed as a
slave..."  He turned to Jeff, and went on "Sorry, sir.
 But could I hire you, as Mr Masters does?  I've got
some money now?"

I think Jeff was so pissed off at having been mistaken
for a slave as I'd made him wear the loincloth  that
he'd have gone and worked for Billy, even though the
kid was only nineteen.  But I didn't give him the
opportunity, and cut in "Sorry, Billy, but he's got no
time.  I have exclusive call on Jeff's working day -
when we're not working out together, he's 'on call' in
case I need him.  He'd have to work out a long notice
period before he could work for you..."

"Mind you", I went on, "I'm going to be really busy in
the next month or so... And Jeff doesn't really have
enough to do anyway.  I tell you what - you can hire a
couple of hours a day of his time from me, provided yo
use them here in the gym at this apartment, or down at
the bank in the gym there, and the pool - I don't want
him coming up to Columbia in case I need him."  I
changed my tone and said "That's no problem for you,
is it, Jeff?  You can keep up with a fit young guy
like Billy here?"

Jeff just glared at me and mumbled "If you say so,
sir."

"Yes, Jeff, I do say so.  So that's all fixed, then -
you two can work out the arrangements together."

_________________________


Well, as it happened, the huge reorganisations in the
bank triggered by the "resignations" of the traitors
kept me really busy for a month, and I just didn't
have the weekends spare to get down to Manderleigh.
Business Week had me on the cover, though, saying
"Masters masters the bank", which I thought was quite
good.  Whatever happened at the office, though, I
always made time for my regular runs and workouts with
Jeff, as I was determined to keep improving my
fitness.

Jeff was quite often even more silent than usual  over
dinner at the apartment, and there seemed to be a lot
of calls and so on from Billy, which I put down to the
way that college kids keep changing their arrangements
and so on.  One day, though, as we finished a swim in
the pool late in the evening we sat on the side,
dangling our legs in the water, and waiting for our
breathing to recover, I reached out and touched Jeff's
left ribs, just above the belly.

"Hey, what's this?  This bruise?"

"Oh, nothing, sir.  Just an unfortunate fall, with
Billy.  He wanted me to teach him more about wrestling
- I'm so worried about forgetting myself and really
hurting him - I am a trained killer, you know, even
though you sometimes forget it, sir - that I sometimes
pull the holds too much and then he can really lay one
on me.  He's very tough and strong."

I took a closer look at him, and then broke into a
smile.  "And those bruises on your neck, and
shoulders?  You must do some unusual wrestling... They
look more like teeth marks to me..."

Jeff sat there and looked really miserable.  "Hey,
Jeff ,what's the problem?  You can tell me, you
know..."

He remained silent for so long I thought he was not
going to speak at all, and then he began, murmuring
and stuttering at first, but then getting faster and
louder, as if some dam had burst inside him.

"Look, I didn't start it.  But you know how it is,
when you're wrestling - close bodily contact. And then
Billy started to want to practice after we'd swum, so
we were both in Speedos... And he started to touch me,
rather than get me in conventional wrestling holds.
And I found I didn't mind, after a  bit - he's a nice
kid.  Then one day he tried to kiss me, and I pushed
him away, but he's a persistent little bugger and the
more we wrestled, the more he tried to get his hands
in my Speedos and his tongue down my throat.  I knew
it was wrong, sir, as he's Tony's boy... But one day
he grabbed my dick and started to jerk me off, and I
liked it... And I didn't stop him, sir.  And after
that, well, every day he wanted to jerk me off, and
then he wanted me to jerk him off, and he began
kissing me, and playing with my nips... I knew it was
wrong, sir - I don't like sex with other guys.  And he
was Tony's boy, I know.  Every day, in the showers,
it's worse than those niggas down at Manderleigh, sir
- he's all over me... And I find myself responding.
Then one day, when we were all slick with shampoo, he
suddenly bent over in front of me and grabbed my dick
and rubbed it up and down his ass.... And it was the
sexiest thing that had ever happened to me, and I shot
all over his back.  We laughed and laughed, but the
next day he picked up where we'd left off, and he
pushed me back against the wall of the shower, and
pushed himself back onto my dick.... So I fucked him -
I couldn't help it, as the way his ass gripped my dick
felt so good.  Then that night when I went to fuck one
of the nigga bitches here, sir, I couldn't get it up.
It's all wrong, sir - I don't like sex with men, and
anyway, he's Tony's boy..."

I was truly astonished, that all this could have been
going on around me and I hadn't noticed;  but then, I
had been exceptionally busy.  I was in two minds about
it, though:  I wanted Jeff's ass, and it was going to
be a whole lot easier now.  On the other hand, I was
pissed off that Billy had got there first - I'd been
looking foreword to that.  Still there's no point
being upset about things that have already happened,
is there?  Move on, that's my motto.

"Jeff, you're wrong:  Listen to yourself... You keep
telling me you don't like men, and yet you enjoy
Billy's hands on your dick, and fucking his ass...  It
sounds to me as if you do like men, you like men very
much!  Look, don't feel badly about it - it's just
that you never recognised it before.  A lot of guys go
into the forces as you did, because you like guys,
like being with them, working with them, sharing their
lives in the way that only soldiers who are risking
their lives together can - but you don't recognise
that that's the reason, or don't like to admit it to
yourself..  I'd say that anyone who becomes a soldier
really does like men, but because of all the rubbish
that they read in the papers and see on TV, they think
it' somehow 'wrong'.  So you get a lot of guys
marrying and so on, and it becomes the kind of 'macho'
thing to do, to fuck women, even though, and you can't
even admit it to yourself, you'd rather be with your
buddies."

"Billy's a nice kid, and he's fortunate to have found
out what he really likes so early on, so he doesn't
waste his life.  I can quite see why a fit, young,
cute-looking guy like him would be a real turn on! And
I suppose he's got that persistence and exuberance
that only the young have, where he keeps trying until
he succeeds - a lot of guys give up, the first time
someone says 'no' to them.  As you've discovered, a
lot of men can't help but say 'no' because of their
conditioning, but with patience they get to realise
what a whole lot of fun sex really is - proper sex,
that is, with none of that 'breeding' nonsense."

"And I shouldn't worry about him being  with Tony -
the night after the boardroom putsch, Tony seemed to
be pretty relaxed about Billy going with other guys at
Columbia.  If you ask me, I bet he enjoys Billy
telling him about the guys he's been with as they're
cuddled up together in bed. It's probably a huge turn
on for Tony to know that Billy, with his looks and
body,  could have the pick of the crop at Columbia -
or a real stud like you - but likes to go back to Tony
every night."

"But I was always taught it was wrong, sir... The
bible says that sex is between two people, one man,
and one woman...."

"For fuck's sake, Jeff, you really are thick
sometimes!  You're a nice guy, and I know you're not
stupid, from the conversations we've had in the past.
So how can you believe all that twaddle in the bible?"

"Well, it's the word of God...."

"Says who?"

"The bible says, sir..."

"Jeff, you're pointing out that classic philosophical
thing, a self-referential rule set!  The bible says
something, so it must be true, as the bible says that
everything in the bible is true....  Come on, man,
think for yourself!  Do you really believe people walk
on water, do the alchemist's trick of transmuting one
thing to another - it's hard enough to do this even
today with vast amounts of energy and tiny amounts of
pure elements changing to another, let alone enough
water and wine for a whole set of drunken wedding
guests -  rise from the dead, get judged by mythical
creatures with wings fluttering around in somewhere
they call heaven - where exactly is that, anyway?
Inside or outside the orbit of the moon, as it's meant
to be in the sky somewhere....?"

"No, of course not... A lot of that stuff was made up
to suit the times..."

"Like the idea of sex with men, proper sex, being
wrong, suited the times?  And have the times changed?
Come on, Jeff, you can't say the bible is right and
use it to worry about one thing, when you're happy to
ditch a whole lot of the other stuff."

I was getting agitated now, and went on "Anyway, how
can something that gives so much pleasure possibly be
wrong?  And even if you do buy all the god stuff, why
would a god make it so much fun to jerk off with
another guy?  If your dick's only for breeding, why
would jerking off be the fun it is?  And why would
guys like their nips played with?  And why is an ass
so perfectly designed to take a dick, and why is it
that fucking ass is so much better than fucking a
bitch?   Come on, Jeff - think!  Either there is no
god, in which case your concerns are rubbish.  Or
there is, and he's designed you to have sex with men.
Either way, you've been missing out, big time, up
until now."

He looked at me, that slow smile coming over his face.
 "Sir, even after all this time, I don't know if
you're bullshitting or not!  I've watched you
battering your opponents down so often when you've
been ending meetings and I've been waiting for you,
and I can never tell if your arguments are real, or
just put together on the spot to dazzle and amaze
them, so they can't think of a reply."

"Perhaps you need to get to know me better, Jeff...",
I murmured.  I put my face close to his, put one hand
behind his head to exert that subtle control to stop
him pulling away, and kissed him - at the same time
letting my other hand fall to begin worming its way
into his Speedos.

I cancelled an important formal dinner engagement that
night as once we'd started, I didn't want to stop.  We
sat close together in the limo as we drove back to the
apartment, and once there I waved all the slaves away
as I took Jeff's hand and led him up the stairs to the
bedroom floor.   It seemed to me to be less
threatening to Jeff if we went to his room, rather
than my suite, and as we went in there was that
sensual, tingling smell of "male" from Jeff's clothes
that were strewn about the place - I knew from
observing him via the security cameras that he was so
busy fucking the niggas usually that he didn't care if
they did their jobs properly, or not.

If you're like me, helping each other undress is part
of the pleasure of sex, and we were soon totally naked
together, arms wrapped around each other, legs
intertwined so that our dicks were pressed close, and
we were kissing passionately.    After some minutes
,when we'd ran our hands over each other, jerked at
each other's dicks a little, sucked and bit at our
nips, and generally worked ourselves up into a sexual
frenzy, we fell backwards onto the bed.  We lay there,
and Jeff started to play with my dick and me with his,
and I believe he thought we were just in for another
mutual jerk off session. But after all this time
waiting, I wanted him, wanted him totally.  I kissed
and stroked his dick over and over, so that Jeff just
lay there, eyes closed, moaning, and he quite forgot
about playing with me, until he shot his load and it
lay there in a creamy white pool on his belly.

He half sat up then, kind of laughing, and just saying
"Wow!" over and over, as he let his fingers play with
his cum.  I took some on my fingers and reached down
and began to push up between his legs, then, as it's
much more difficult the first time if the guy is on
his back, I tugged at him to turn over onto his belly.
 He lay there on the bed, the tan of his body
contrasting wonderfully with the pale green of the
bedcover, and rested his head luxuriantly in his
folded arms, as he'd done when sunbathing at
Manderleigh - he was like a beautiful animal, that
needs to rest after sex!

Look, I don't want to bore you with all the details.
Jeff liked my finger sliding in and out of him,
lubricated with his cum. And he seemed to like feeling
my body all against his as I lay on top of him and
nuzzled his ear and whispered to him about what a
great guy he was.  But when I pulled his butt up into
the air, and gently pressed his shoulders down onto
the bed to position him for fucking, he at first began
to say, quietly, "No, Steve, no, please...."

He obviously knew what the game was, and I really
never understand why so many men say no when they mean
yes!  I went slowly and carefully, though, at first
just separating his butt cheeks so that I could tickle
his asshole with the tip of my finger.  Then I knelt
between his legs so that I could run my dick up and
down his ass crease - always a difficult one, don't
you find?  It's hard not to cum there and then, if the
guy has a great ass, as Jeff does!  It took a whole
lot of patience, and a lot more "No....", from Jeff
before I was finally in, and that first time I didn't
fuck him hard - it was all slow and sensuous, as I
very, very slowly pulled out and then slid back in
equally carefully.  Still it didn't matter:  I was so
on edge at getting what I'd wanted for so long, that
it was all over much too quickly anyway.

Lying there on top of him afterwards, my dick still
buried in him and with Jeff's head once more resting
on his folded arms, I kissed his shoulders several
times (try it - not a lot of guys know that the
shoulders are a real erotic site), and whispered "Your
first time?"

"Yes, sir...."

"Jeff, I think that at least in the bedroom, you might
call me 'Steve',  OK?"

"Oh, Steve... It was fantastic..."

"Hey, don't think it will be like this every time!
You know me - I'm really good at what I do, and this
was the sex for virgins experience. Next time it's got
to be more about what I like, so expect it to be  a
whole lot rougher.... But I think you'll like that,
too... Most men like a strong, controlling guy to take
charge of them and give them a real pounding."

"What makes you think there'll be a next time, Steve?
And I'm a strong, controlling guy, too..."

"Oh there'll be a next time, Jeff.  You've discovered
what it's all about now! And you're physically strong,
and you're pretty dominant when we're out
exercising.... But you'll find I don't take dick."

We might have gone on debating this, but the bedside
phone rang and the screen lit up and there was Billy,
in running kit.  "I'm in the lobby, Jeff...."

Jeff almost pushed me off - not a good idea when your
dick is up his ass - and said "I've got to run with
Billy tonight, I forgot..."

"I'm paying you, Jeff.  Forget Billy..."

"Steve, it's not fair - the kid's got a big match this
weekend... He needs to be at the peak of fitness..."

"Life isn't fair, Jeff.  But I tell you what - running
isn't the only exercise, you know."  I reached over to
the phone, flipped the house switch, and told a slave
to go down and fetch Billy up from the lobby and bring
him to Jeff's room.

He came in a couple of minutes later, and stood
looking in amazement at Jeff and me, sprawled on the
bed which was now slimed with cum and crap (one of the
advantages of having a house full of slaves is that
all this stuff can be cleaned away afterwards as you
have a drink, so the bed in nice and clean when you
want to retire that night).  He stood there in his
"free man" long running shorts, but I could see his
erection tenting the front, even so.

"Get that kit off, Billy", I told him.  "Jeff has some
other exercises for you this evening."

Billy didn't even hesitate, and what followed was a
revelation to Jeff, I'm sure.  Billy's young butt was
just so appealing, and I insisted that Jeff tried
fucking - it was almost like the old days again, as I
had to almost "introduce" Jeff into Billy as in the
stud barn, and kneel behind him with my hand on his
hips, guiding him in and out.  The whole thing was
such a turn on - especially having Jeff's butt
constantly thrusting back into me a I knelt there -
that as soon as he'd finished with Billy, I really had
to have him.

It turned out that Billy was a bit of a squealer - you
know, those guys who like to make a lot of noise when
your dick penetrates them?  He'd been quite silent
when Jeff was fucking him as Jeff was going so gently
as he was scared of hurting Billy in some way, but I
had a more urgent, more desperate need and fucked the
kid properly and hard.  Even though I pushed his face
down into the bed to muffle the noise, I could see
Jeff looking really worried as I thrust away and Billy
kept shouting "no... You're hurting... no, Steve,
please...."   Jeff needed to learn that some guys
always say no when you want to fuck them, even though,
secretly, they're longing for it.

Afterwards, as all three of us lay together, I could
see that Jeff was still worried about going with
Billy. So I thumbed the phone and when Tony's face
appeared, I widened the view to show him how we were.
"Stop watching those porn films, Tony", I called out,
"...and get your ass over here.  It's barely nine
o'clock and I'm sure even young Billy doesn't have to
go to sleep yet!"

I just don't think Jeff had ever realised how much fun
four men can have together, and when we finally kicked
Tony and Billy out, he and I sat there in the ruins of
his bed, looking at each other.

So, Jeff... Convinced?  I'd thought about buying you a
bible for Christmas, but perhaps that would be a waste
of money now?"

He smiled that lazy, sexy smile of his, and just
shrugged.  "Steve, so, OK, you usually win when we bet
and stuff.  Perhaps I ought to give up."

"Yes, but you win when we're out training, Jeff. So
what are we going to do now?"

"Uh?"

"Well, here we are, and it's bed time.  Are the slaves
going to come and change this bed for you, or are you
going to come and sleep in my suite?"

"I don't know about sleeping with guys, Steve..."

"Oh, come on - you must have spent most of your adult
life sleeping with guys in the barracks..."

"But not in the same bed!  I keep telling you, we
didn't do things like that."

"And I don't believe you, Jeff.  A bunch of horny, fit
guys, all living together, and there was no jerking
off, no fucking?  Come on!  I think what you mean is
that you didn't do it.  What a wasted life you've had
- all those tough, horny soldiers to fuck, and you
missed out.  And you never even cuddled up to a buddy
when you were cold, on manoeuvres, in a tent, or
bivouac, or whatever you call it?"

"No.  Well, only in full combat gear...."

"Well then, I think I need to further your education.
Come on... And you'd better not snore!"

______________________________

I knew things must be going too well, and, as so often
happens, Jeff and I had only really been "together"
for two whole days when the disaster struck.  I find
it equally unconvincing to believe in the Greek and
Roman idea of multiple gods, waiting to punish
mortals, but it does sometimes seem, doesn't it, that
just when everything is going perfectly, there's a
major fuck up?

Jeff and I seemed to be made for each other.  He
actually was quite bright, and I thought that if he
took some part time classes, he might even one day get
a "proper" job.  But his body was superb, and "just
right" as far as I was concerned.  We seemed to
complement each other perfectly - in almost everything
I just made the decisions, except when we were
exercising, when he was firmly in control.  In bed, I
liked fucking, and it turned out that he just loved
the feel of a dick sliding in and out of his ass
(although he could be "persuaded" to give it
sometimes, too).  He was just that bit older than me,
and although no one could ever replace dad, Jeff was
an excellent "big brother" as far as I was concerned.
I loved his body, the feel of it, the smell, the
taste, the way he arranged his limbs so casually, the
way his dick burst into an erection almost at the
slightest provocation....

I was at a meeting in my office with extremely
important clients, and  knew that Jeff was waiting in
the anteroom so that as soon as I had finished we
could go off and run.  I noticed the red "critical
message" light start to blink on my screen, and
because of the nature of the negotiations we were
having, just ignored it.  I was amazed therefore when
my secretary came in a moment later, apologised for
the interruption - this had never happened before, as
I really do delegate, and there oughtn't to be things
the CEO needs to deal with urgently - and whispered
that a Mr Stryker was on the line from Manderleigh,
and was insisting he spoke to me.

I was inclined to let it wait, but remembered how he'd
tried to shield me from the board room thing a month
or so before:  he'd know that I didn't want
Manderleigh things in my New York life, and would only
be doing this in the most extreme emergency.  I
wondered what it could be - the house burning down,
all the coffled slaved escaping.....?  So I apologised
to my visitors, and pressed the "accept".

Stryker had never looked so agitated.  "Sir, I'm
sorry..."

"Quick, Stryker.  I'm in an important meeting."

"Sir, I don't know how to tell you this...."

"Quickly, Stryker!"

"Sir, Joe is dead."

It was as if the world stopped.  The room went into
long focus, as if it was at the end of a telescope the
wrong way around.  All I could see was the tiny image
of Stryker and my visitors blurred into the
background.

"How?"

"The veterinarian says it was an embolism sir, in the
brain.  Just as he was finishing a studding, some
blood vessel broke in his brain, and there was nothing
anyone could do."

I felt totally numb.  My whole body felt weak.  I
mumbled "Carry on as normal Stryker.  I'll be down
this evening", and pressed the disconnect.   But then,
amazingly, something happened - even though I felt
totally alone, desolate, lost, unable to focus, unable
to act - suddenly my self control kicked in.  It was
as if I could hear myself apologising to my guests for
the interruption, and then quite calmly picking up the
negotiation where I had left off a few moments before,
when the world was a totally different place.  It was
as if a different "me" was sitting there negotiating
about small percentages of billions of dollars,
whereas the "real" me was crying deep down inside,
desolated at my loss, and bitterly resenting that I'd
missed so many opportunities to tell dad that I really
did love him, and that I wanted him so much, whether
he was a slave or not.   The only thing that made it
bearable was the knowledge that Jeff was waiting for
me outside.


THE END