Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 23:58:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 10

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 10

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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The men finished, and their attention seemed to turn
towards me.

"Come over here, boy", the doctor ordered, and I went
and stood in front of the two naked men.  The smell of
cum was almost overpowering, and although I was used
to seeing Matt nude, I'd really only seen the doctor
before in his immaculate clothes.  Now he was naked,
he didn't look nearly as impressive - I began to
realise that it wasn't clothes and stuff that made
men, but who they really are, and it's easier to see
that when it's all exposed.

As it had been a chill night Matt had give me a sweat
to wear, and I'd put my shorts on.

"It doesn't seem right, having the slave like that and
us ball-assed bare, does it", the doctor asked.
"Strip off, boy!"

I pulled my sweat off, and dropped the shorts.  After
all, they were naked, what did it matter?

The doctor told me to turn around, and he came and ran
his hands all over my back  - again testing the
musculature as my back tapered in my classic "V" shape
down to my butt.  As he moved, I felt his cock swing
and gently touch my thigh - I'm not sure this is how
doctors are meant to examine men.

"Nice job you had done on the tattoos, Matt."

"Yes.  Thanks for suggesting it.  Sam and Jase, two of
the fishermen, think that it allows people to look at
his body for longer - they have 'permission' to stare
at it, a they're reading the words!"

"Yes, they're right.  And that's why I know it was
also right to have him work entirely naked - a
handsome buck like this should be exposed for men to
admire:  I bet you pick up a lot of business as a
result.  And, as I said, it's good for him to swim
naked - more fun for the slave, and less risk of
chafing from a costume, when he's in and out of the
water all day.  It's not so much of a problem if a man
goes and exercises once a day in a sports club - but
constantly getting wet.... It wasn't good for him."

" I'm sorry you haven't taken my other advice, though.
 Now you've seen sense about having him naked, why is
he still not 'skinned?"

"Oh, well, you know, when I'm using him for sex, I
like the feel of it."

"That's not the point, Matt.  Progressive slave owners
all have their males 'skinned.  At the ASPCS we're
pretty hot on it - it's not fair to make young male
slaves keep their dick heads hidden.  Too many free
men are tempted to keep 'skinning them back to get a
look at it - it can make the slave sore, eventually,
you know.  And there's the hygiene factor to be
considered..."

"Oh, come on, doc, I thought there were studies that
said it made no difference one way or the other to
that...."

"No, Matt, what I meant was that with the 'skin on,
the slave can accumulate smeg, and even if you're very
careful to make sure he washes properly, you can
sometimes get an unpleasant surprise if you start to
suck him.  And then you'll get cross, and punish him.
So the ASPCS strongly recommends 'skinning for all
male slaves, to avoid these sorts of problems - it's
kinder to the slave in the long run."

"Well, I think Steve's going to just have to take his
chances!  He's pretty good at cleaning himself, and I
don't punish him much anyway.  So I guess I'll leave
him 'au naturel' for the time being."

"Matt... Look, it's difficult I know... How can I put
this.... I nearly lost the services of Matt James
Marine as you were so wrong thinking over the nudity
issue.  I explained that it wasn't ASPCS policy, that
I'm on the Committee, and that I couldn't be seen
condoning your action in letting him swim in those
shorts.  And that fisherman Jase wasn't nearly as good
as you at doing the work I need on the boat.  But
you've seen sense, and I was able to use you again
yesterday.  But.... As I said, it's a strong
recommendation from the ASPCS that all male slaves are
'skinned..."

Matt looked at the doctor, and I knew what was going
on!  The doctor was forcing Matt to obey him.  Even
though Matt had fucked the doctor, it was the doctor
who was in charge.  It had never occurred tome before
that anyone other than the person doing the fucking
might be in control - perhaps that's because I'd only
fucked women.

"And I suppose a lot of other boat owners might feel
the same way, doctor?"

"Well, they would, if I explained it to them, Matt.
I'm sorry.... You slave owners just have got to learn
that the welfare of the slave is paramount, and that
you have to do the right thing..."

Matt seemed to crumple.  He knew he was being
manipulated and controlled.

"Well, of course, the ASPCS does valuable work.  I'd
be foolish not to listen to sound advice. I'll get him
done..."

"Good, Matt.  Be sure to have a full 'high and tight',
though."

"Sorry?  What's that?"

"When a slave is 'skinned you can have the whole 'skin
taken, so that when the slave's flaccid he's totally
exposed, and when he's erect, the skin all along his
shaft is taught.  That's a 'high and tight' as we call
it in the trade. Some owners - mostly younger guys in
the city - have been having their slaves just
'trimmed' - you just take enough of the 'skin so that
about half the dick head is always exposed and the
remainder of the 'skin kind of forms a ring around it
when the slave is flaccid.  When he's erect, there's
less of a tightness around the shaft, of course.  The
ASPCS doesn't wholly approve of this practice - the
slave is, after all, being worked on, but the result
is not wholly beneficial for him."

"Right.  I understand.  It's a 'high and tight' for
him, then!  But you say 'in the trade' - I guess you
do it at your office - I wasn't really thinking about
driving to and from the city... It's my busy time..."

The doctor laughed, and leaned over and kissed Matt,
and fondled his dick and balls.  "Don't be so foolish,
Matt - of course you couldn't bring him to me - I
doubt you could afford the fee!  This is just an
ordinary slave, after all - take him to your local
veterinarian, or even to the local doctor's office -
they'll trim him for you very quickly, and it won't
cost a whole lot.  I am at the top end of the market,
you know, and the money I charge... Well...  Look
around you!."

He indicated the luxurious surroundings of the boat we
were in.  Matt nodded, and carried on the
conversation.

"But you do do it?"

"Of course.  I'm into modifying bodies in any way
their owners want, if they can pay!  I don't do a lot
of slaves, of course, as most of my patients are rich,
free men and women who want themselves to be made more
beautiful, more handsome, younger looking, slimmer...
But some owners who have had good service from me
bring their slaves in, especially for the more complex
operations when they need to rely on my understanding
of what's possible."

"You mean owners pay your prices for having their
slaves made more beautiful...?"

"Well, not exactly!   Take your slave, for example.
He's a really handsome man, isn't he?  Just like
you!".   The doctor kissed Matt again, and was now
tweaking his nipples as well as casually stroking his
balls.

"Well, suppose you thought that when you had a bed
companion for the night the man kept looking at the
slave and wasn't paying enough attention to you....
Then you might have the slave altered, so that your
companions' attentions were always on you.  You
wouldn't want to sell the slave, as he's probably
useful to you, and suits you when there's no other ass
available. And you wouldn't want to exclude him from
the bedroom, as it's so useful to have a slave to lick
you clean, or to act as a 'fluffer' if one of you's a
bit less enthusiastic occasionally.  So you have him
altered."

"How?"

"Oh, it's very subtle.  Nothing drastic - you wouldn't
want an arm cut off, or his nose slit, or anything
like that... You'd be completely spoiling his value.
No - handsomeness is a very difficult thing to define,
but we know it when we see it.  And by subtle
modifications, I can change a slave from being
handsome, to being 'ordinary'.  Just simple changes -
break the nose, and re-set it slightly off-centre. Cut
behind the ears, so they're not held back so much and
are set slightly more forward.  Thicken the lips of a
white slave, or thin those of a black.  As I said,
nothing drastic, just small changes that move him from
being 'stunning' to being 'plain'."

"The ASPCS doesn't have a problem with that?"

"Of course not!  There's no permanent damage to the
slave. And the operations must always be done by a
properly qualified plastic surgeon - amateurs aren't
allowed to do that type of thing."

The topic was clearly closed, and the two men lay
together caressing each other and recovering from
their sex.  The were unconcerned that I was standing
there, watching them.  Actually it was a bit erotic -
or, rather, it would have been if Matt had been with a
younger guy.  But I didn't like seeing the doctor's
milky-white ass, and, although he was in quite good
shape, it was clear he was older than Matt, and I just
don't think I liked the thought of sex with old men -
the doctor was probably twice as old as me, after all.

"Get me that bourbon, and the glasses", the doctor
ordered me after some time.

The bottle, glasses, and an ice bucket were at the
other side of the room, and I went and brought them
over to the two men.  I just stood there, holding it,
and the doctor snapped "Make a table, slave!"

I looked around, wondering what he meant.

"Oh God, I'd forgotten we were out in the boonies!
Matt - you really must read the later chapters of 'The
Ownership and Management Of Slaves'!  You need to make
sure your slave boy understands the rudiments of
polite slave behaviour in a man's house.  I don't
suppose he ever goes anywhere with you where you see
how fashionable people use slaves now, so he hasn't
been able to learn by seeing an example - so you have
a responsibility to teach him - it's all in the book,
you know!"

"Well, I'm not into 'fashion'... I don't really care
what they do in the city!"

"But you should, Matt.  Suppose I wanted to hire him
from you for the weekend, when I was having a few
friends down. It wouldn't be very good if he didn't
know how to act, would it?"

"Would you want to hire him?"

"Well, yes.  He's got a stunning body, and he'd be a
good fuck toy for the guests, once you let us fuck
him, that is.  And he'd amuse them during the
afternoon - we could drop coins into the harbour, and
he could dive for them.  Or we could throw balls for
him to swim and retrieve - the afternoons can drag,
you know, and a nice, active, virile slave boy to
watch certainly makes the time pass.   But he's got to
be properly domesticated - for example, you clearly
don't use him as a table!"

"No."

"Well, there are two ways - either have him bend own
on his hands and knees, and use his back to put all
these glasses and stuff on.  That's not really
appropriate, as I don't have a little 'saddle', and
with his pronounced backbone and muscles, there's not
a lot of flat surface."

"A 'saddle'?"

"Yes - a lot of owners have muscled boys like this
one, and they want to use their backs as tables.  So
you can buy 'saddles' -  a flat piece of plastic or
wood, with spring-loaded clips on he side.  The flat
piece rests on his back, and the spring-loaded sides
grip into his ribs to hold it steady, so you've got a
secure table provided the slave stays bent over -
which is easy, as you order him not to move!"

"But, as we don't have one, but we do need a table,
we'll do the other thing."

"Slave", he said to me.  "Kneel down, facing us."

"No! Hold onto the tray and the stuff.  That's
right.... Now take up the proper slave position -
knees apart so we can appreciate your dick, back
absolutely straight, and rest down so that your heels
are pressing into your ass."

"See how attractive this makes his body", the doctor
added, speaking to Matt.  "With the straight back and
his heel pressing his butt, his thighs are in tension
and you can really see the musculature.  And he's
'open' at the front, so the dick and balls swing
free."

"Now, slave, reach your arms forward holding the
tray... I want to see those arms absolutely
horizontal, and stretched fully out at arms'
length..."

I did as he said, and the tray, the ice bucket and
ice, the chunky crystal glasses and the bourbon bottle
all felt really heavy as I knelt there - although I
could carry them easily, having my arms stretched out
put me at a mechanical disadvantage.  I bent my arms
slightly, to make it easier.

"No!", the doctor almost screamed.  "Absolutely not!
You're a big tough guy, and we want to see your
muscles work.  The arms must be fully stretched, right
out, and horizontal!"

As I knelt there, the strain was terrible.  My
shoulders and all the muscles in my arms were telling
me to let go, to pull back, to give them some relief.
Sweat was pouring off me as I overrode their
complaints and locked myself rigid.  I wasn't going to
show these men that I was weak.  I  COULD do it - I
was strong, I was powerful, and their little
amusements were not going to break me.

Matt and the doctor continued to caress and kiss each
other, only stopping every now and then to take a
further drink of the old bourbon.  I could see that
they knew I was in trouble, and this made them somehow
more passionate for each other - having a naked slave,
a big naked slave, capable of doing violent damage to
them, but bent to their will, was obviously a huge
turn on.

I couldn't hold it.  I had to put the tray down.  I
needed to be able to bend my arms, to give relief to
my muscles.... But NO!  I wouldn't.

As I watched, they started jerking each other off, and
Matt used all the same subtlety with the doctor that
he did to me, playing with his nipples, kissing him,
and stroking at his dick.  The doctor responded in the
same way, and they seemed to be totally wrapped up in
each other, except that they would both keep casting
glances at me.  I know I was supposed to be an
inanimate piece of furniture, a holder for their
drinks, but they also knew that I had a powerful dick,
and that I was a sexual being, just like them.  It was
only after they had both cum - shooting their load
over the rich leather of the couch without bothering
about it, that they started talking about it again.

"So, Matt, you're going to have him 'skinned....
Tomorrow?"

"I guess so.  I don't want to risk upsetting the
members of the ASPCS who use my services..."

Both men smiled, and I could tell that the doctor knew
that Matt was only considering this as the doctor had
him in his power.

"But", Matt went on, "It's a busy day.  I hate losing
business, and I'll have to take him... Well, inland, I
guess.  We'll be away three hours at least, even if
there's no queue."

"There is another solution, I suppose", the doctor cut
in.  "I could do it."

"But I can't afford it, as you pointed out.  And
bringing him to the city would take even longer."

"Matt, you've rendered me certain services tonight....
I  think I owe you.  I'll do it, and waive the fee.
And, of course, I am concerned for the welfare of your
slave... It would be terrible if you found a speck of
smeg under his 'skin and had him punished.... I'd feel
that I hadn't done my duty as a member of the ASPCS!
No - let me do it for you:  and, of course, you'll be
getting the best.  Some of these rural doctors or
veterinarians don't have the experience, and you can
end up with a botched job - the slave's dick can look
terrible if there's an ugly scar on it, or if the cut
is done lop-sided and it induces a bend.... That slave
of yours is such a stunning looker that it would be a
pity to spoil him."

"And as for the time - well, I could do it now!"

I almost dropped the tray in shock.  Surely he
couldn't be serious!

"Now?"

"Yes.  All my regular kit is in my office in the city.
 But I was awarded the coveted golden scalpel award
last year for my work in slave modification, and it's
over there on the dresser.  It's not as sharp as the
modern surgical steel ones, but the Egyptians used to
use honed gold for their operations, so it's perfectly
serviceable.  It will hurt the slave just a little
more, but we can easily fix that."

"How?"

"Well, I'd usually use an anaesthetic, but it's not
safe to do that without a trained anaesthetist.  I
won't even use a local anaesthetic now without skilled
assistance - there's too much risk of losing my
licence if something goes wrong.   So we'll do it with
the slave restrained - you can hold him down, and we
can find some stuff to tie him up with, too."

"Well, perhaps I'd better wait until tomorrow..."

"NO, Matt!  I'd hate to think the slave was not
getting the best, just because you're concerned that
there might be a little pain for him.  He looks tough
enough - I imagine he thinks he's a real tough guy,
well, he's his chance to prove it."

I was trembling all over now.  Added to the almost
indescribable pain in my shoulders and arms was the
thought of having my dick cut without anaesthetic!
And I hated the idea of being cut anyway - I'd had my
'skin for 24 years, and I was kind of attached to it!
The glasses and bottle on the try began to clink
together, and I almost lost control, and Matt looked
and saw my distress.

"Let's give him a big slug of this bourbon", Matt
suggested.  "That'll dull the pain a bit for him.  It
certainly is for me - I'm glowing all over.  And you
are.... Are you OK to operate?"

"Are you mad, Matt!  Waste this special bourbon on a
slave?  And, anyway, we don't encourage masters to
give their slaves alcohol in the ASPCS - it's not good
for them!  And of course I can operate - I wouldn't do
so on a proper patient, but this is just 'skinning a
slave.  Quick and easy, and on a slave."

The doctor disappeared into the bedroom area, and came
back carrying some silk ties.

"OK, let's get started.  Slave - lie here, and spread
your legs."  'Here' was in front of the big, heavy
couch.  I had to lie in front of it with my legs
spread, and the doctor quickly secured each ankle to
one of its legs.  There was no way I could move them
upwards, the sofa was so heavy.

He tugged a heavy coffee  able over to behind my head,
and roughly pulled each of my wrists in turn to tie
them with his ties to the corners.

"There:, he told Matt.  "Mostly secure.  But I hope he
doesn't struggle too much - those are 200 dollar ties,
and I don't want them ruined!  Now - you sit astride
his thighs, to keep them really secure."

Matt came over, straddled me as I lay there, then sat
down.  He had one leg on either side of my thighs, and
his cock hung down in-between my spread legs.

The doctor then came and sat down on my belly - all I
could now see was his broad back, lightly covered in
his greying hair.  His ass felt hot on my belly, and
he didn't shave down there, so his pubic hair felt all
scratchy.

"Right, Matt, I'm going to cut him now.  Whatever you
do, don't move!  If his legs start to thrash, I might
injure him.  You don't mind looking at a bit of blood,
do you?  It tends to be a bit of a messy operation as
I have to cut twice - the 'skin is like a little
envelope, you know, and I cut the outside layer first,
then the inside."

"Incidentally, how sensitive do you want him
afterwards?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're cut, like me.  What gives you most
pleasure?  I bet it's stroking that little triangular
piece of flesh just underneath, where the bottom of
the flange joins the shaft.  If you want to cum
quickly, you stroke that, don't you?"

"Yes!  You know, I never thought about it, but now you
mention it, you're right."

"Well, whilst I'm cutting, I can leave that in, or
take it out so that the flange is a bit more
pronounced in that area.  If I leave it in, the slave
feels the same sort of pleasure as we do.  If I take
it out, his dick is altogether much less sensitive -
it allows him to fuck, or be masturbated, for much
longer before he cums.  A lot of masters like their
slaves like that, as they can sustain for longer
without shooting.  In fact, at the ASPCS we recommend
that slaves working in the sex industries should have
it cut out as they can then pleasure clients more, and
are less likely to give rise to complaints that lead
to their punishment."

Matt was laughing!  "I think I ought to ask the slave
about something momentous like that!  Steve, boy, do
you want to be left with a bit of your pleasure point,
or do you want to be able to fuck all night?"

"Please, boss... Please.... Do you have to do this at
all.  Please leave my 'skin.  I'll never complain
about cruelty.. And you know I always wash... "

"Shut it, Steve.  I've decided you're going to be
'skinned, so don't argue."

"It isn't a good idea to ask slaves about things like
that", the doctor told Matt. "It gives them ideas that
they are in control of their lives!  A slave needs to
know, unequivocally, that his master is in control.
And what better way of demonstrating that than by the
mater ordering his 'skinning, and then deciding on the
amount of pleasure he's to have for the rest of his
life?"

"You're right, doctor.  I was forgetting my
responsibilities as a master!  Leave it on, as I like
him to react under my hands when I play with him."
A pain shot through me almost immediately.  I tried to
jerk my body around , to thrash it up and down, to try
to get away.  But the two big men sitting on me meant
that I was completely ineffectual.  It went on and on,
and I was screaming - big, rasping screams from deep
inside me.  I felt I could feel the "less sharp"
scalpel sawing through me.  I can't describe it to you
- it was like when you cut yourself with a knife, but
it went on, and on, and there was no way that I could
withdraw from it, no way I could escape.  And it was
on my dick - that most sensitive part of you.


But it did stop, eventually, and I was left with a
terrible throbbing ache.  My screams turned to sobs,
deep, harsh gasps as I tried to recover my composure.

"Shut up, Steve!", Matt commanded.  "It's all over.
You're supposed to be a big, tough guy, not some kid.
Act like a man, even though you're a slave!"

He then spoke to the doctor, and went on "Isn't he
losing rather a lot of blood? It's spattered all over
me."

"No - don't worry about it - it's only oozing out, and
it looks much worse than it is.  There's no major
arteries there to pump it out  at high speed, just a
lot of little capillaries that will soon heal.  I
think we can get up now.

The two men got to their feet, and stood there astride
me, embracing and kissing.

"Hey, we can't stand here all night like this - help
me get him untied."

They untied the doctor's ties from my wrists and
ankles, and I got to my feet.  Looking down, I could
see blood oozing out of my dick - nothing much was
visible, just a bloody, red mess at the end.

"I'll just clean him up a bit, and use a
disinfectant", the doctor told Matt.  "Now, hold
steady, slave - it's probably better if you hold your
hands behind your head - we don't want you
accidentally touching me!"   He came up to me holding
his crystal glass of bourbon, then reached down and
neatly flipped the end of my dick into it!  I screamed
again, and my hips jerked backwards convulsively.

"Finest antiseptic there is - alcohol in good old
bourbon!  And it washes the dick clean."

He held the glass up, and I could see how the golden
liquid was discoloured with my blood.  The sharp,
stabbing wincing pain in my dick started to die down,
though, and I could see traces of blood starting to
ooze out again.  The doctor put the glass to his lips,
and drank half, then proffered it to Matt, who looked
a bit shocked, but drank the other half.

The doctor looked at Matt, then snapped at me "Your
master's thighs are spattered with your blood!  Get
down there and clean them up for him!"

I wanted to say no, to tell him to fuck off.  I'd had
enough!  I didn't care whether they punished me, there
are just some things even a slave shouldn't be asked
to do. But I could see that Matt wouldn't want to be
embarrassed by having an unruly salve disobey a
master, or have to go through the hassle of punishing
me (what might his doctor invent as a punishment
anyway, I wondered!).  So I dropped to my knees and
knelt in front of him, and put my arms up so that my
hands could cup his ass to steady myself.  Bending
forwards, I slowly ran my tongue up and down Matt's
thighs, licking off my own dried blood.  The salty
taste wasn't too bad as it was barely distinguishable
above the salty taste of Matt's sweat.  And as I
licked upwards, I allowed my tongue to stray over his
balls as they hung in front of me.  Matt sighed
deeply, and ruffled his fingers through my short hair,
in a gesture of contentment.

"You'd better go now", the doctor said.  "I'd like you
to stay the night, Matt, but my wife's coming in on
the 'copter first thing, and I need to tidy the place
up.  It's one thing to have a guy to dinner, it's
another if I have him stay the night!

"Now", he went on, "Don't let the slave jerk himself
off for two or three days.  The tissue will heal very
quickly and the scabs will fall off in about three
days - the natural flexing and erection of his dick
will see to that."

"Can he work?"

"Yes, of course - at his jobs around the harbour!  But
don't try to hire him out as a stud!  The salt water
will be good for the wound, anyway.  But watch the sun
- a lot of new skin is exposed, and it will be very
susceptible to sunburn so make sure he creams up.
Mind you, one of the reasons for 'skinning him was so
that he didn't alarm ladies - until he has healed,
that dick won't look very pleasant.  Can't you find
him something to do that means that he isn't exposed
to the general public?"

The two men kissed goodnight and we climbed back into
the skiff.  Matt offered to row but I said, harshly
"It's only my dick you've cut, you know, not my back
muscles!  You didn't succeed in wearing them and my
arms out tonight!"

"I've told you before, slave, not to adopt that
attitude with me!  And don' be so fucking ungrateful!"

"Ungrateful?   Ungrateful, for having an operation
performed by a drunk doctor using a blunt scalpel....
No, of course I'm not ungrateful.... Thank you,
master!"

"Oh Steve, you still don't get it, do you?  The doctor
is the most powerful man here.  He's the trend-setter
for all my customers.  If he doesn't give me work, or
if he tells people I'm no good, I lose my business.
And if I lose my business, I'll have to sell up - and
that includes you.  You may not like being my slave,
but how would you like to go back into a slave sale?
You didn't sell last time, and there's always the
organ banks waiting.  Or perhaps one of the fuck shops
will buy you - fancy having all those dicks up your
ass?  Or being made to stud fat old women?  So quit
griping - he's had his way, he's got you naked, and
he's got you 'skinned. But you are a slave, and you
actually have a pretty good life!"

"But he wants to fuck me - you heard him ask you if he
could."

"Sure. So, he'll fuck you, so what?  He's not going to
do it until I let him.  And there's no harm in it -
what's wrong with taking a man's dick up your ass?
You've taken it down the throat, after all!"

"But you don't do it!  So why should I?"

"Because I get a choice.  I'm a top, and I choose not
to take it up my ass, although I like fucking a nice
ass very much indeed, as you'll soon find out!  But
you're a slave - however much you may not want to take
it, you have to; however much you may want to fuck an
ass, you can only do so if your master lets you.  Your
choice doesn't come in to it - you're here to be used
as your master wants."

"So you're going to fuck me..."

"Yes, of course I am.  You know I like sex, and very
soon you're going to experience the pleasure of having
me up deep inside you.  Apart from the fact that
you're my slave, we're buddies, aren't we, living
together and sharing a bed?  What could be more
natural than two buddies fucking?"

"But it's not natural!  It's wrong!  Men fuck women,
not other men..."

"Where's all this 'not natural' and 'wrong' come from?
 You're not one of those bible bigots are, you, who
think it's the word of God?"

"Well, it does say men shouldn't...."

"It also says that the penalty for adultery is death,
that usury is wrong... So don't go there!  And as for
it being not 'natural' - as you'll soon find out, an
ass hole is exactly the right size to accommodate a
dick, and give the most extreme pleasure to both men
as they're doing it.  What could possibly be unnatural
about that?"

"But men are meant to fuck women...."

"Until a few days ago you thought men weren't supposed
to jerk each other off.   You thought that only a
woman could give a man a blow job - didn't you learn
that it's only another man who can really please a man
when he's doing that?  You've been so wrong about so
many things relating to sex, I'm surprised you even
express an opinion!  How about, just for the time
being, going along with the idea of listening to
someone who's been there and done it.  I've been
married, and I've fucked both men and women - a lot of
both.  And I have to tell you that going with another
man beats a woman any day.  And it's not just me -
every married man I know who's been with another man,
and put aside his prejudice, thinks the same.  You
have to fuck women to breed, but for pleasure, it's
another man every time."

I could see there was no point in arguing with Matt,
but I still hated the idea of a dick up my ass. On the
other hand, what he said about blow jobs was true - it
was much better with him than with any of my girl
friends.

"Matt, where's your wife now?"

"In the city.  She's a hot shot lawyer, big in
corporate law, like I used to be."

"You - a lawyer?"

"Yes.  Harvard Law School, the works.  But I decided
to come fishing instead.  I got tired of it, and when
Billy was five, once the nanny had finished all the
messy stuff, I thought we should move to the country
to give him a proper upbringing.  My wife didn't
agree, though, as she'd rather do the career thing...
So we split, amicably, and I looked after Billy until
he was ten.

"What then?"

"I agreed with her that he should go back to the city.
 The country's no place for a lad once he gets to be a
teenager - he needs good schooling, lots of friends,
lots of things to do....   So he lives in his mom's
fancy apartment now and goes to a fancy school - we
both agree he needs a good start in life, as he's got
to follow us to Harvard.  But he comes here every
vacation."

"Does he like it?"

"Who cares?  He's our son.  He does as we tell him,
until he's a man.  He tried to rebel when he was 12,
and pointed out that I had dropped out, so why did he
have to go on working at school when he could come
here and go to the local High School and have an easy
time?  And I had to explain to him that there's a
difference about having the right education, having
all the chances, then choosing to do something
different, and HAVING to do something like being a
fisherman because you couldn't do something else.
He's pretty stubborn, though, and when reasoning
failed I had to beat the shit out of him."

"And he still wants to come here...?"

"Of course he does!  I'm his dad, aren't I?  Wasn't
there something special between your kids and you?"

"Well.. They were much younger... And my wife didn't
let me..."

"There you go again!  Excuses, excuses!  'My wife
didn't let me...'.  You're a man, Steve, or, rather,
you were!  You think you lost it when you were
enslaved, but it sounds to me like you'd already lost
it!  I pity you, as you're not going to know the bond
between a father and his son.  Watch us next week - I
think you'll be rather envious.  Billy's arriving next
week for the Summer, and he's now just 16.  He's a
proper man at last, and I've promised to show him what
real men do - he's been fucking his girl friends for a
couple of years, but he's only played around with
proper sex."

I wanted to ask more, but the skiff bumped the quay,
and we got out and went home.

End Of Part 10