Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 13:37:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, part 14

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 14

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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All afternoon I worried, though.  I assumed Matt was
going to fuck Bill again that night, and suppose the
lad winced, or cried out in pain, and Matt demanded to
know why he was sore?

But when we got back to the house, Matt said "Get
showered, Bill - we're going to dinner on the doctor's
boat.  I did some work for him this afternoon, and
told him you were here and he wants to meet you.   You
can come along too, Steve, and row us there and back
so that Bill and I can enjoy a couple of beers with
the doc."

I seemed to have been given a reprieve for a bit, and
even though there was a cool breeze that evening the
row across the harbour soon got me warm.  I was going
to huddle outside on the deck of the doctor's boat,
but Matt told me to accompany them in but then to go
and sit quietly in a corner - I sat down and felt the
carpet of the luxurious saloon against my naked ass.

"Matt - good to see you again.  And Bill.  I expect he
doesn't remember, but I once looked at a small mole on
his back when his mother was worried about it when he
was a lad."

"No, sir, I don't remember."  Bill was very polite.

The doctor fussed around getting all three of them
cold beers, then said  "You know, just to be sure,
perhaps I'd better check you again for moles - in all
this strong sunshine, you need to keep an eye on them
in case they should start to turn malignant.  Why
don't you take your shirt off, and let me look?"

"No, sir, I'm sure it's OK..."

"Come on, lad!  I said take your shirt off!  I am a
doctor, you know, and one of the best cosmetic
surgeons anywhere around here.  Let me examine you!"

"No.. I'd rather...."

"Matt - tell this son of yours not to be so stupid!"

I could see Matt looking a bit uneasy, but knew he
valued the doctor's business, and the influence he had
over the other boat owners.

"Come on, Bill!  It's only sensible....", Matt said.

I though Bill looked very uneasy as he slipped the
shirt over his head, and stood there in front of the
two men.  And he began to look really worried as the
doctor's "examination" began - it didn't look very
"professional" to me, as his hands ran all over Bill's
shoulders and down his back, then down his chest,
probing his flat belly, to move back up so that the
doctor's palms rested on Bill's nipples.  It looked
more as if the doctor was revelling in  the feel of
firm young flesh, rather than carrying out a
professional examination.

"Well, that seems OK.  But, just to be sure, perhaps
you'd better slip your shorts down..."

"No, sir!"

"Why ever not?"

"Well.... Well...  I didn't put any underwear on
tonight..."

"So what?  Look, I'm a doctor.  The only other man
here is your father, and I'm sure he's seen you naked
before.  The slave doesn't count.  Now, why should you
be concerned with a couple of men seeing you naked
anyway?  You're not ashamed of your tackle, are you -
if you are, perhaps I can help anyway..."

"No, sir!  I've got nothing to be ashamed of..."

"So stop being a stupid cunt, Bill, and strip off"
Matt cut in.

I really felt for Bill as he lowered his shorts for
the doctor.  I remembered how I'd felt just a short
time ago as I had to strip that first time after my
enslavement.

He stood there in front of the two of them, and the
doctor carried out a most unprofessional examination
of Bill, rubbing his hands up and down the lad's
thighs, probing his ass crack, making him bend over so
he could touch his pucker, and finally telling him to
stand in front of the doctor whilst the man probed and
examined his dick and balls.

Then, to my astonishment, he started to jerk Bill off,
looking into his face and almost daring Bill to
complain.

"Please, sir, don't do that...."

"Don't be stupid, boy.  I'm just testing that you're
in good working order.  You don't mind, do you, Matt?
I've already told you off for not treating your slave
responsibly - I'd hate to have to tell people that you
weren't a good father, as you wouldn't let a doctor
examine your son properly..."

The bastard!  He was using the same veiled threat of
taking away Matt's business to let him jerk off his
son, just as he had to get Matt to allow him to
circumcise me.  I could see Matt thinking, weighing up
the situation.  It was obviously a struggle, but he
finally said  "Don't be silly, Bill.  Let the doctor
see your cum if he wants to - we're all guys here, and
there's nothing wrong with shooting a load in front of
men who know you, is there?"

Bill didn't answer, but I could tell from the way he
held his body that he was very unhappy as the doctor
continued to jerk him.  Then, suddenly, the doctor
stopped.

"No, I've got a better idea.  I don't want to get my
hands covered in cum as I've got to make the dinner
and I've run out of surgical gloves.  Let's get the
slave to do it, and I can just examine the semen."

He gestured for me to approach, so I got up out of the
corner and stood in front of Bill.

The doctor looked at me, and snapped "Down on your
knees, then stimulate this master.  Catch his cum so
that I can examine it - don't allow any to spill on my
carpets!"

I was so humiliated.  Being ordered to jerk off
another man!  I felt for Bill, too, being made to cum
in front of his father like that.   And, what was
worse, it was only a few hours before that I'd shown
Bill that I was a true master, it was I who was in
charge, and now here I was, kneeling naked in front of
him, and stroking his dick to make him cum.  I hadn't
chosen to do this - I was doing it because another man
had ordered me to.

Poor Bill was blushing, and wasn't very hard, so I put
one hand around his ass to steady myself then gently
licked the tip of his dick with my tongue whilst
scratching softly at the soft, sensitive skin between
his balls and his ass hole.  Almost at once he started
to go erect, and I was soon able to spit a big gob of
my spit on my hand and begin wanking him in earnest.

"See", the doctor told Matt, "Your slave's got hidden
talents.  Look how he brought your son up to attention
when the lad wasn't really interested!  You're a lucky
man, Matt, to have a slave like that - magnificent
body, and a keen interest in sex."

I kept stroking Bill, and moved my other hand from his
ass to caress his balls as I worked on his dick. As I
fondled them, I felt them start to contract, and
quickly moved my grip so that I could catch the cum
that now shot out from his dick.  Bill then stood
there, and I continued to kneel in front of him, as
the doctor came over and reached into my palm to take
the semen between his thumb and forefinger.  He pulled
a little slime of it up into the air,  rubbed it
between his fingers, and said "Excellent!  Proper
young man semen.  Lots of body to it, excellent
texture, and a good, rich smell.  Well done, Bill."

"Is that it, sir?  Is that all the 'examination'?  Can
I get dressed, now?"

"Yes, boy.  I've finished.  But don't bother to get
dressed - we don't stand on ceremony here.  It's warm
I here, and you needn't bother with that shirt and
those shorts."

"No, I'd rather..."

"And I'd rather you didn't, and I'm the host.  You've
already told me you're not ashamed of your tackle, and
now I can see it, I agree.  There's only me and your
father here - nothing to be embarrassed about in being
naked in front of either of us, is there?  Look at the
slave - he's naked, and he's not embarrassed!"

As he spoke, the doctor was looking at Matt and
glances were passing between them.  I could see that
the doctor was bringing silent pressure to bear on
Matt.

"Oh, come on, Bill", Matt said, trying to sound
cheerful.  "Leave your kit on the floor, and come and
sit over here by me."

Faced with Matt's order, Bill kind of shrugged, and
all three men sat on the sofa, with Bill in between
his father and the doctor.  The doctor had one arm
around Bill, and they all chatted away, until the
doctor broke off to go into the galley to prepare
dinner.  Matt carried on drinking beer, and kept
pressing them onto Bill, too - I don't think the lad
really wanted to drink that much, but Matt kind of
insisted that Bill match him, bottle for bottle.

The doctor didn't drink much at all, and after dinner
suddenly broke off the conversation they were all
having to say "Matt, we have some unfinished business
, you know."

"What's that?"

"You told me that the slave's virgin ass was young
Bill's birthday present.  Well, hasn't he had it?"

"Yes... Last night."  Both men laughed at each other.

"I'm sorry I missed it.  I don't get invited to many
birthday parties.  I suppose we could have another
birthday this evening, though.  Hey, Bill, why don't
you play with your birthday present again?"

"I'm sorry, sir.. What do you mean?"

"Well, you got the slave's ass for your birthday,
didn't you?  Well, why don't you play with your
present?  Give your dad and me something to entertain
us after dinner - play with the slave again, fuck him
for us."

"No, sir!"

"Oh, come on.   You're not being very grateful to your
father for that magnificent present.".  The doctor
turned to Matt and continued "That's the trouble with
kids today - they just aren't properly grateful for
presents.  I don't think you've been a very good
father, Matt, as you don't seem to have taught Bill to
be appreciative.  I'm not sure folks around here will
want to do business with a guy who can't teach his son
proper manners..."

Poor Matt!  He could see where this was going!  I
suppose there was only one thing he could do....

"Bill, come on, son, don't be stupid!  The doctor and
I want to see you fuck the slave.  Now, get down to
it!"

"No, dad... Please..."

"Are you a wimp, Bill?  Why wouldn't you want to fuck
Steve?  You did last night, and you said you enjoyed
it.  So why not do it again, now?"

I knew, of course.  Now Bill had seen how a real top
did it, he felt embarrassed and ashamed at his own
performance.  How could he fuck me, especially in
front of the doctor and his dad, when I had earlier
done such a magnificent job of fucking him?

"Bill, although I said you were a man last night and
dropped the 'Billy', I'm not so sure now!  No real man
would turn up the prospect of fucking a desirable
piece of ass like Steve.  But you are still my son,
and you're in my charge during the vacation.  So get
fucking the slave! Now!"

I felt really sorry for Bill, so I made it easy for
him - without him having to order me to, I lay down on
the floor, raised my legs in the air, and grasped my
ankles with my hands so that my hole was exposed to
him.  I thought that having been fucked on his back by
both Matt and me, it would be easier for Bill to fuck
me that way:  he was probably still a bit unsure of
what to do, and having me like that would help.


He looked decidedly unhappy as he came up to me, knelt
down beside me and started to jerk me off.  I reached
out and gripped his wrist, moving his hand away me and
starting to jerk myself.  I'd already started to take
control by lying down, now I was going to milk myself
to give Bill the lube he was after:  it's not much, I
know, to wank yourself rather than having another guy
do it, when you're going to be forcibly fucked, but at
least I was making as effort to assert my own will.
Closing my eyes and thinking about the way I'd fucked
Bill that afternoon, I soon shot and lay there with my
cum in my hand.

Bill reached down and took some, bent over me, reached
between my legs and started to poke at my hole rather
half-heartedly.  I stopped him there, too, and reached
down and lubed myself.  Then, using the rest of my cum
still in my palm, I reached over and massaged it into
Bill's dick.  Some might say that this was what only
the most abject slave would do for a master, but I was
again making the running.  There was no way I could
avoid being fucked, but by making all these
preparations myself I was clearly signalling to Bill
that it was me in charge.

Then I had another thought - I'd seen pictures of this
on the Internet, so what did I have to lose? I got to
my knees and hugged Bill, then kissed him, and  not
using force, but just guiding him with my body and my
sheer physical presence, I laid him out on the floor.
I knelt beside him and massaged his dick, still sticky
with my cum, until it was rock hard and I felt he was
on the point of shooting.

Before he could lose his erection, I straddled him,
facing his face, raised myself slightly, then began to
lower myself onto his dick.  I had to reach under
myself to guide the tip so that it pointed at my hole,
and then it required a real effort of will on my part
to lower myself slowly and calmly on to him.  He
groaned as my weight forced his dick through my
sphincter, and then, relying on my superb muscles, I
rode up and down on him, all the time looking at his
face.

As the sensation flooded through me and I began to
speed up a little, I reached down and took Bill's
nipples between my thumbs  and first fingers, and
started to tweak them hard.  Bill moaned and began to
bang his flat palms on the floor beside him, but it
also had the effect of making his body arch upward and
thrust into me as I crouched over him.  I soon found
that I could almost time his thrusts upward by
suitable attention to his nipples, and my own work at
riding up and down was much reduced.

Bill came, with a great cry, and I raised myself up
off his dick, which was still dribbling his cum, and
knelt beside him.

"Thanks, Steve", Bill said.  "Thanks...."

"Matt, I think there's a real problem with your
slave!", the doctor interjected.  "I don't like the
way he took control there!  Even before he started to
ride Bill, he was trying to steal the scene - jerking
himself off, lying down before he was ordered.... I
think he needs to be taught a lesson."

Matt was  looking very worried.   "Bill - Bill are you
OK?"

"Sure, dad, it was great...."

"No it was not, you little pervert!  You let the slave
make all the running!  Technically you fucked him as
it was your dick up his ass, but practically speaking
it was the slave who was the fucker, not you!"

Turning to the doctor, he went on "What would you
recommend that we do?"

"Look, Matt, that slave needs to be taught a lesson -
several lessons."

"The first thing is to give him a good, hard fucking,
now, to remind him that he is a slave, and we are
masters.  Then, tomorrow morning, you must reinforce
his slavery, make him understand that you own him
totally.  You've already had him tattooed and
'skinned, but now you must do something else dramatic
to his body to emphasise to him that you own and
control him.  I suppose the most obvious thing to do
is to brand him - searing a mark in his flesh is often
a better symbol of a slave's servitude than mere
tattooing.  And finally, you've got to consider
castration again - these big, strong young bucks
sometimes need their balls, or perhaps just one ball,
off to calm them down."

Matt sat here considering.  "Yes, doctor, I think you
may be right.  But before I have him nutted, I'll try
the other things.  Let's start with the fucking...."

He stood up, and started to unbuckle his jeans.

"No, Matt".  The doctor stood up and put out a hand to
restrain Matt. "You promised his ass to me once he was
no longer a virgin.  This would seem to be as good a
time as any."

The doctor didn't wait for Matt to respond, but
snapped at me "Lie over the arm of that couch, boy!"

He pointed at a big, leather couch, and I knew I had
no alternative.  What could I do?  Run away?
Impossible, with the tracker chip in me.

The leather was cold against my body, and  as I lay
there, I saw the doctor stripping.  He didn't have a
bad body for a guy in his 50s - I guess doctors look
after themselves - but he was a slug-like white over
most of his body, and his thick body hair was a
mixture of grey and white.  He did have an impressive
dick, though, and he came and stood in front of me,
stroking it, to make it hard.

"Look at this, slave!", he told me "It's going up your
ass, all the way, down to the root.  You're going to
feel my body slapping into your ass, and you're really
going to feel it, as before I begin, I'm going to
sensitise you a little!

He moved behind me and picked up one of his yacht
shoes that he'd just discarded.  The next moment he'd
hit my ass with it, and a loud slap echoes around the
room.  I shouted in shock, and then again, as a second
blow hit me.  On and on he went - he must have hit me
at least fifteen times, moving around so that all my
ass was struck by the savage blows.  The only
consolation was that after the first few my ass got so
numb that I almost ceased to notice.

The doctor called Matt and Bill over, and got them to
rub their hands over my ass.  "See how hot it is now
that we've damaged the outer layers of tissue a little
- all the blood is rushing there to try to repair the
damage.  And it makes him extraordinarily
sensitive..."  His bare hand slapped down on my left
ass cheek, and I actually squealed, the sensation was
so intense.

"I think he'll try and stop me", the doctor said to
Matt, "Even though he's a slave.  You'd better sit on
his back and prevent him from moving.  Why don't you
take your jeans off, so you can enjoy his sweaty back
against your ass?"

I saw Matt nod in agreement, and he slid his jeans to
the floor and stepped out of them, although he left
his T shirt on.  His massive dick and balls hung down
below the fabric, making him somehow look very
sensual.

He climbed on to the couch, straddled me, then
squatted down.  His ass was hot against my back, and,
as he spread his legs, it felt kind of damp.  I almost
got an erection at the thought of his moist pucker
pressing itself into my backbone.

I felt the doctor pull my ass cheeks apart - his hands
really hurt my tenderised flesh as he pulled at them,
and I flinched involuntarily.  Then something hot and
moist hit me - I realised the doctor had shot a big
gob of his spit directly at my pucker - and this was
followed instantly by the doctor's warm finger probing
at my hole.

"That's all you're going to get as a lube, slave!".
The doctor was almost laughing as he said this.
"You'll remember this fuck for a long time.  Now, I'll
give you a chance to make it easy on yourself.
Here....."

He'd come round to my head, and his dick, jutting out
from its nest of grey and white pubic hair, was near
my face.  "You can lube it properly... Here... Take it
down you, and cover it with your spit."

I shook my head - I wasn't going to be ordered around
by this guy like that.

"It's in your own interest, you know.... Make it
really wet, or you'll suffer hen it rasps against the
delicate membranes of your hole..."

I knew he was right, and, very reluctantly, I turned
and licked at his dick, trying my best to cover it in
as much slobber as I could.  It tasted disgusting - I
think he'd had it inside his underwear all day, and in
the heat, it had gone almost rancid as his sweat and a
few little dribbles of dried piss had adhered to it.

But I didn't have long to worry about that, as he
snatched his dick away from my mouth, and then I had
an intense, searing pain:  he'd gone around behind me,
and simply thrust himself at me.  I screamed, but it
went on and on.  I tried to move, but the solid weight
of Matt on my back prevented me.  I tried to kick out
at the doctor, but my legs were at the wrong angle,
facing the sofa, so it was a feeble thing.  He simply
laughed at my efforts, then I heard him say "Now...
I'm in.  Enjoying, it, slave?  Now I'm going to fuck
you and there's going to be no stopping - I'm like a
bull in rut, having thought about your lovely ass for
so long...."

It was awful.  His dick almost tore the sides of my
hole apart, and every time he slammed in to me with
his pubic area, my tenderised ass sent new waves of
pain through me.  I couldn't help it - I shouted and
cried out as he continued to thrust in and out of me.
Somewhere I heard Bill say "Dad - I think the doctor's
really hurting Steve....", but Matt just did nothing
other than to press his knees harder into my ribs to
hold me even more tightly.

Mercifully the doctor must have been thinking about my
ass for so long as he'd omitted to jerk himself off,
as he shot his load very quickly - I really don't
think I could have borne more than the five or so
minutes of brutal fucking he did.  When he pulled out,
he came to where I could see him again and stood in
front of my face, his flaccid dick dripping with cum
and my ass juice.

"That's what Matt should do to you every time you are
wilfully disobedient, or start to take decisions
yourself.  Slaves just react, they just do as their
masters say, and they do not take the initiative.  Let
that be a lesson to you, boy!"

Matt climbed off me now, and I noticed that the doctor
cupped his balls and fondled his dick as he stood
there - how could Matt let this happen to him?

"I see where Bill gets it from now, Matt", the doctor
said.  "I really think, you know, that there are other
services you could give... Next week, when you're
delivering the groceries, stop and have a fuck."

"Sorry, doc!  After I've seen you in action, I don't
think I fancy it.  But, as you know, I don't take it
in the ass anyway.  Happy to come by and ream your
ass, though, and there'll be no charge - I'm not a
whore!"

Matt then looked over at me, and snapped "Go and clean
your ass, Steve - we don't want all your ass juices
dirtying the carpet!  And bring a wash cloth back for
the doctor."

I wiped myself down in the bathroom of the boat, then
knew what I had to do, humiliating and disgusting as
it was:  I wrung a wash cloth out in warm water ,and
went back into the saloon.  Kneeling in front of the
doctor, I used the warm cloth to wash my ass juice off
his dick - I'd never felt so used in all my life:  not
only had this guy basically raped me, but now I was
having to do homage to his dick, too!

"Good, slave!" - the doctor used a soothing tone.  I
could imagine him using it to his fancy patients.
"Good.... I see you're learning the proper submissive
humility that a slave should display. Now you've
washed away the worst of it, finish off with your
tongue.  I didn't have quite enough of it before I
began fucking you, so show me what a mouth like yours
is capable of now!"

I was seething inside.  I wanted to leap up and smash
the guy in the face.  But what would it gain me?  They
held all the cards, didn't they?  I couldn't escape,
and Matt could always sell me to the organ banks - and
have the police deliver me there - if the doctor
goaded him enough to do it.  So, burying my pride, I
gently tongued the doctor's now completely flaccid
cock.

You could tell he was an old guy, as in addition to
all the white and grey pubic hair, his dick didn't
react at all!  Even when I've just cum, if someone had
been playing with my dick as my tongue was playing
with his, I'd have been rock hard almost immediately.


I went on and on, and I thought I'd finished.  Then
the doctor altered his stance slightly so that his
legs were further apart.  "Now I think you should give
the same attention to my balls", he told me.

It was vile!  His wiry grey hair was everywhere, and I
had to contort myself as I knelt in front of him to
get my tongue all over his sac.  And the flesh on the
inside of his thighs was kind of like crepe, too - not
the firm, solid covering over the underlying muscle
that I, Matt and Bill had.  Just touching it almost
made me retch.

"You know, that tongue of yours is so good.... I think
my ass needs a little attention.  I think I'm going to
lie on the couch, so that you can get that lovely
warm, moist instrument up there..."

"Hey, doc", Matt interrupted.  "It's getting late...
Bill and I have to work tomorrow, you know.  It's not
like it is for you weekenders....."

Thank God!  I was saved!  I couldn't imagine how
repulsive the guy's ass might be.  Al;  that grey
hair, loose skin... And, judging by the stench of his
cock, it would have a pretty disgusting taste and
smell, too.  And, in any case, could I make myself do
it?  Of course I'd read about tonguing, but it had
never occurred to me that I might have to do it to
someone's hole.

"Oh, Matt, it will only take a few minutes...."

"No, doc, we have to go.".  Matt was pulling his jeans
on, and had motioned to Bill to dress, too.

"OK, Matt.   But next weekend when you bring the slave
over, let's start there.  And don't forget what I told
you about having him marked again - I shall expect it
to have been done so I can inspect it."

Before you go, though... Just let me show you one of
my instruments that I think might be useful if your
slave continues to be wilful.  I picked it up and put
it in my bag before I left the office at lunch time.

He went away into the bedroom, and returned with a
thing that looked like a photograph frame, made in
stainless steel, with a hole in the middle.  It was
about the size of a sheet of letter paper, and stood
on its own base.

"Now, watch this.... Bill, get me a courgette from the
galley."

"A courgette, sir?"

"Sorry!  I did an internship in Europe and I still use
some of their words.  I mean a zucchini.  There's some
lying on the kitchen counter for tomorrow's lunch."

Bill went off, and the doctor inserted a little tool
into the base of the instrument, and there was the
sound that a clockwork mechanism makes as it's wound
up.  Bill came back with a long, quite fat green
zucchini, and the doctor put it through the hole in
the device.

"Watch....", he said, and pressed a button on top.
There was a "snick", and the zucchini fell neatly in
half.  There was no longer a hole visible in the
instrument, as the space was closed by an iris, rather
like in a camera lens.  Matt, Bill and I stood there,
looking, and wondering what this was all about.

"This is a special surgical slave slicer", the doctor
explained.  "A lot of masters like you, Matt, don't
like to have a slave's balls off as they are concerned
it will affect their health and strength.  But when a
slave is particularly troublesome, or when he's on
public display and there's a risk of offence, we can
now do a simple trimming:  where that zucchini went,
you put the slave's dick.  Then, when you release the
latch, the surgical iris neatly cuts off an
appropriate length of his dick.  It's so quick and
easy that almost no skill is required, and so it's a
cheap operation. I don't offer it myself, as I can't
make enough money at it, but I know how it's done."

"But... But.... Doesn't it hurt...?" Bill asked.

"Only for a moment - it's so quick, and the iris is so
sharp, that the slave loses his dick before he knows
it.  There are no bones in a dick, you know, just
flesh - even when you're hard, it's only the blood in
the arteries that's keeping you erect.  And, of
course, we give them painkillers afterwards - the
ASPCS insists on it."

"But what about peeing?  And the blood....?"  Matt cut
in.

"Peeing is fine - the muscles at the exit to the
bladder basically control urine flow, and the penis
has very little to do with it - that's why you need to
shake your dick, or 'express' the last few drops out
with your fingers.  So the slave can pee perfectly
well afterwards - although if we do it really
radically, so the remaining nub is only about half an
inch, he has to kind of squat over to pee, if you
don't want a terrible mess.  As to the blood - well,
yes, there is a lot.  But I usually use a small
electric cauteriser to close off most of the larger
vessels, then a good coagulant does the rest:  the
cauteriser leaves the end a bit scarred, though, so
you don't get a cleanly sliced end afterwards.  That's
why I usually recommend really radical removal, right
down almost as far as we can go - the unsightly stub
is then mostly hidden by the pubic hair."

"Well, I'm not sure.... I was kind of thinking that in
another 20 years time when I want to quit, the slave
will still be in his prime provided I keep on working
him hard, and he'll fetch a good price still... He's
kind of a retirement nest egg for me.  If he's lost
his dick, he won't be worth as much...."

"Well, Matt,  you never know.  Fashions change - whole
slaves are the thing at the moment, but the really
trend setting people in the city are increasingly
having their male slaves  sliced.  So it might be
commonplace in 20 years time, and you'll probably
never see a slave with a whole dick unless he's being
reserved for stud.  On the other hand, there are those
in the ASPCS who want to get it banned altogether - if
they win through, then one of the small numbers who
were sliced before the legislation is passed will be
worth serious money."

"There's another thing, too - I know you're not in
favour of taking the slave's balls, but except for the
ability to fuck, this leaves the salve's body
untouched!  He's still got his balls, so he's still
fit and strong and virile - in fact, now he can't jerk
off, the slave tends to be horny all the time and
there's a lot of pre-cum leaking out, and he has those
wet dreams - nocturnal emissions, to give them the
medical term.  So when you fuck him, he'll be
especially grateful as your dick might hit his
prostate and cause him to spontaneously ejaculate -
some owners have reported their sliced slaves as being
even more eager for sex than usual. And if the slave
can't fuck, he'll be all the more keen to suck and
tongue - I don't think we'd see the same reluctance to
get a tongue up a master's ass as I thought I detected
in this slave a few moments ago."

Matt cut in "Well, I'll think about it, as I said."

"You really do need to think about it", the doctor
went on "I'm sure that there are a lot of women
clients who are put off from hiring from you when they
see that slave's enormous dick as he tends the boats.
And, with the trendy people starting to have their
slaves sliced, you'd be at the height of fashion.  I
was able to persuade you about 'skinning, and I expect
you'll see sense about this, too, soon.  Anyway, I'll
bring all the other stuff from the city next weekend,
so you can choose to have him done if you wish."

My blood was literally running cold as all this was
going on!  I'd hated it when the couple who nearly
bought me from the first dealer were talking about
castration - but this was infinitely worse!   No
dick... Oh, fuck!  Surely Matt wouldn't do this to me?
 But the way that the doctor kept on about Matt
needing to take his advice had me scared shitless -
Matt had caved in before to all the doctor's
"requests", hadn't he?

As I rowed them back, Matt was till cross at Bill and
told him that he had to toughen up.  "I didn't father
a son so that some slave could take charge of him!
Make sure you control Steve properly in future, or
I'll tan your hide, the way the doctor did him!
You're not too old to go over my knee and be spanked,
you know!"

With the two of them angry and sullen at each other I
didn't think it wise to even plead with Matt to let me
keep my dick.

End Of Part 14