Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2003 23:44:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 16

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 16

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Reluctantly I untied Matt.  I wasn't afraid of
violence - he knew that I was stronger and physically
more powerful than him.  And, as he moved around, I
could see that he was hurting, too - but his ass was
only spanked with a sneaker, not branded like mine.
But I knew all the tender membranes of his hole would
be crying for relief from the hard, brutal fucking
he'd had.

He went to a drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs
- he'd never used these before, as he was so certain
of himself, so I knew that he must be doubting his own
powers now - and pushed me roughly over to the wall
where he cuffed me to a radiator.

"You'll sleep there tonight, and I'll decide in the
morning what to do with you.  We both know you can't
escape with that chip in you, but you might decide to
do a runner, and I don't want the police bothered with
all the work in tracking you down:  folks might think
I can't control my own slave, too!"

The bastard hadn't even let me wash after our sex, and
in addition to shivering with the cold all night (the
radiator wasn't on), I had to endure the stench of
Matt's ass juices that dried onto my dick.

In the morning I still wasn't allowed to wash - I had
a three day growth of beard now, and, with the cum,
ass juice and sweat dried on my body, I must have been
looking a rather sorry sight.

Matt ate his breakfast in silence, without giving me
any.

"I'm going to loan you out to Grant until the
weekend", he said.  "There's not much work during the
week now, and I'll deal with it.  Grant can keep you
out of my sight until it's time for your little trip
to the doctors!  The next week, we'll see who's in
charge - I'm going to ream that ass of yours every
single night, and there won't be any lube at all -
without your balls, there'll be no cum to slick you
with, will there?"

He was deliberately taunting me.  I should have just
let it go, but, no I just said "But you'll know for
ever more, Matt, that when it really counts, when it's
just man against man, with none of this master and
slave stuff, I'm the winner!  Every time you take my
ass in future, and look at my smooth crotch where
you've had my dick and balls removed, you'll know it's
because you weren't enough of a man to tame me
properly just by the force of your personality and the
power of your dick.  You'll know you're fucking me,
but it won't give you any pleasure, as where's the
excitement of fucking a man who can't respond
properly?  You're always saying you're such a top, but
let me tell you, as someone who's proved it with you,
and your son, that you don't know the first thing
about it - you have to have tracer chips, the police,
all the force of slavery, to get yourself up my ass.
And all I needed was my body, to get up yours.  So
fuck you, Matt - you can do what you like with me, but
I'll always be your superior, and we'll both know it."

Matt went upstairs, and returned holding the gag that
I'd had at the salve dealers.

"I can't get you to shut up any other way", he
sneered, "So you're going to wear this until the
weekend.  We'll take it off then, though, so we can
hear you scream as you're sliced."

He pushed the ball of the gag towards my mouth, and I
just stood there.

"Open your mouth, you piece of shit, or do you want me
to knee you in the balls so that you scream and open
it that way?  I will, you know - and you may think
that being sliced is the worst that could happen to
you, but I'll remind you that there are always the
organ banks waiting - I'd not make all that much
money, but it would be very satisfying to see you
carved up and sold off piece by piece..."

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and Matt roughly pushed
the ball in, positioning the hole in it so that it
faced out, through my teeth.  The steel attachment
went around my head, and Matt pushed the two ends
together tightly into the ratchet at the back, and
locked it in place with the little key.

"That'll stop you blabbing to Grant!  And, if he
chooses to feed you, you'll have to have it squirted
in.  Now, follow me...."

Grant looked a bit surprised that Matt was giving me
to him until the weekend, especially as Matt didn't
demand a hire charge - Grant had started to say that
he didn't need help, as his cousin Craig was back at
work, but Matt just shut him up, saying "Well, you'd
be doing me a favour - something's come up and I
really need the slave  house-sat - I can't leave him
alone, can I?  You wouldn't leave your dog by himself
for days, and I don't want the slave left.  So work
him hard - he's all yours.  Just keep him overnight,
too, as you did before."

"Where's the key to his gag, Matt?"

"Oh, just keep it in - I'm punishing him for speaking
out of turn.  It'll do him good to be silent for a few
days."

"But what about feeding him?  And giving him water?"

"Well, if you want to, you can use the special squeeze
tubes of slave chow - the applicator goes through the
hole in the ball, and you just squeeze it down his
throat.   And as for water, well, just have a bucket
available - he can push his head in and suck it up."

"Well, it sounds a bit cruel to me..."

"Look, Grant,  you don't own a slave, and you can't
know all the ins and outs of managing and training
them properly.  Slaves need to be disciplined
sometimes, and this is one of those times.  So don't
worry - as I said, if you don't want to, don't feed
him - it's only a few days, and he won't starve to
death."

"Of course", he went on, "You won't be able to get him
to suck you off.... But then, with that girlfriend of
yours I don't suppose you're interested in sex with
slaves."

Grant made a sort of noncommittal grunt in reply -
could he be ashamed of fucking with me, I wondered?
Surely not - all the other men around here seemed to
have sex with other men, married or not.

"Come on", Grant said to me, "We need to catch the
tide."

I leapt off the quay onto Grant's boat, and there was
another guy there.  "This is my cousin Craig", Grant
told me.  "Craig, meet Steve.  Steve... Craig."

Craig instinctively reached out his hand and shook
mine - the first gesture anyone had made to me in a
long time to show that they thought of me as an equal!
 I looked at him, and it was difficult to think that
he and Grant were cousins - he was tall and kind of
"wiry", I guess you'd say - very thin, but with
muscles that looked like steel tendons:  power without
bulk.  He was wearing just shorts, as was Grant, and
his body was covered in black hair that wasn't wiry
but kind of laid close to his skin.  You could only
just see his nipples, and as he turned around, I I
could see his back had the same dense carpet of hair
as his front.

Grant saw me looking, and joked "We used to call him
'monkey' at school!  Come on, guys, let's get to
sea...."

As soon as we were out of the harbour, Grant stripped
off his shorts as usual.  "Come on, Craig - don't be
shy in front of Steve!  He's seen it all before, you
know, and he's a guy just like us.  You don't want
those shorts all covered in sea water and fish crap,
do you?  Work naked, as we always do."

Craig dropped his shorts, too, and I saw the "fur"
extended all over him - his nicely sized dick sprang
out of a veritable forest of pubes, and you could
hardly see his balls at all they were so thickly
coated.

We worked away, and it was obvious Grant and Craig
were a perfect team - they hardly had to speak, and
each knew exactly what had to be done to get al the
pots and lines set.  I hardly had to work at all, and
mostly enjoyed the sunshine, although I was worried
sick now about the weekend.

Grant dropped anchor, and we sat waiting for the
lobsters to crawl into the pots so we could start to
fish them out later ,as we'd done before.  Grant had
seen my scarred ass, of course, and now he and Craig
came to look at it more closely.

"Fucking hell, Steve... It looks as if someone held
something very hot against you....", Grant said.

I mumbled a kind of "yes", and nodded vigorously.

"No, not something, Grant - that's Matt's logo isn't
it?", Craig added. "Someone's permanently burned
Matt's mark into Steve's ass - he's been branded, just
as if he's one of Matt's boats.  Who would do that?"

"It was Matt ,wasn't it?" Grant asked me, and again I
mumbled "yes", and nodded vigorously.

"What a bastard!  I know you're only a slave, but he's
got no right to do that to you!  I bet it hurt like
hell."

I nodded vigorously again.

"And it still hurts...?  When Matt offered you, I was
looking forward to fucking again - it was good last
time, wasn't it?"

I nodded very vigorously.

"Well, I don't want to hurt you, so I guess we'll have
to give it a miss".  I shook my head now, and took his
wrist in my hand and pulled him towards me gently,
moving so that his hand rested on my dick.

"Hey, Craig, Steve wants me to fuck him anyway, I
think.  Sorry, cousin, but I can fuck you every day,
and a nice piece of ass like Steve very rarely comes
along.  I told you didn't I, what a fantastic time we
had last time..."

"Sure, Grant, no problem.  I'm getting bored with your
dick up me anyway - every day the same!".  Craig was
smiling as he said this, and his dark brown eyes had
an engaging twinkle in them.  "But why do you have to
have all the fun?  If you're dicking Steve, why can't
he dick me?  Unless, of course, you're man enough to
shoot twice in one day..."

"You know I do that anyway, Craig!  You out here on
the boat, and Karen every night when I get home!  I
could easily do it three times, though.... But perhaps
you deserve a treat - I bet a big guy like Steve can
really ram it home, and I think sometimes I'm a bit
too gentle for you."

Turning to me, Grant wet on "If you'd like to fuck
Craig.... You'd better go first.  After I've fucked
you, you might not be able to fuck..."

Grant was a genuinely nice guy, I thought.  He wasn't
ordering me to fuck Craig, but was letting me do it if
I wanted to.  I looked at Craig, at his slim, wiry
body covered in its thatch of curly black hair, and
wondered what it would be like.   All the guys I'd
fucked before were "meaty" - big guys with strong
muscles (even the doctor was well build, if old).  How
would it feel to have a tiny, bony ass to push in to?
Was Craig's asshole small, too?  Would I have a
problem in getting in?

Well, there was only one way to find out!

I moved Craig back so that he lay on his back on top
of the flat surface of the hatch cover, and stood over
him, looking down.  His body was kind of interesting -
his nipples were only just visible through his fur,
and, as I've told you, his dick was almost buried in
the forest of hair around it.  I reached into this
dark forest, and as I touched his dick it sprang into
life - he was as
ready for it as I was, evidently.  Although it was
smaller than the dicks I was used to, it was warm and
sensual in my hand, and I soon jerked him off to give
me a nice load of his cum.

Of course, as I soon found out, even though Craig's
hole was smaller than usual, with proper massaging and
manipulation it was easily able to open up - it just
shows you, I think, that the ass hole must have been
made to take dicks:   why else would something so
small be able to stretch to so perfectly accommodate a
big thick dick like mine?

I decided to fuck Craig with him lying on his belly on
the hatch cover, with his feet on the ground.  I stood
behind him, and pushed my dick into him, and he gave a
contented sigh - it was amazing how easy it was after
the massaging, as Grant had taught me, and the proper
preparation.  I fucked the little guy long and slowly
at first, and I rather enjoyed feeling his bony ass as
it hit my pubic area.  But, of course, I couldn't
control my mounting excitement properly, and soon I
was thrusting away with all the vigour I'm capable of,
my big muscular ass and thighs forcing my dick in and
out of him.  That incredible sensation flooded through
me - the physical feeling of his ass around my dick,
the sensations from my blood-engorged dick as it did
the work it was designed to do, and my own brain
adding its feelings of power as I controlled and
dominated this man, skewered on my dick.

Craig's moans and cries of pleasure turned into shouts
- were they of pleasure, or of pain?  I didn't care!
But they turned me on even more, and my only response
was to fuck him harder - to his shouts was added the
sound of my body slamming into  his.  I desperately
wanted to add my own shouts of triumph, but the gag
prevented me, and I could only make low, deep,
sustained grunts from deep inside me.  I must have
sounded like a huge animal in rut, as indeed I was!

When 'I finally shot, I went to fall forward on to him
and cover him with my sweaty body, but realised just
in time that I might crush him with my weight.  But I
didn't want to deprive myself of the sensation of
surrounding him, of having his sweat soaked body
pressed into mine, so I was careful to take most of my
weight on my elbows.  I wanted to kiss him, to finish
my domination of him by thrusting my tongue deep into
his mouth and making him know that both his openings
were available to me should I choose to use them, but
again I was stopped by the vile gag.  I had to content
myself with nuzzling at his neck, and scraping my two
day' growth of beard over his face - his body stirred
excitingly under mine as he wriggled and jerked and
tried to get away, and in spite of having cum so
recently, I felt my dick beginning to stir again at
the thought of this man so totally in my power.

After fucking Craig so satisfyingly, I didn't really
want Grant fucking me - in the ideal world, I'd have
waited a bit to recover, then I would have fucked him.
 But even dominant guys like me have to compromise
sometimes, and Grant was a really nice guy and a
satisfying lover as I knew from before.  So I allowed
him to position me on my back, and held my ankles to
give him free access to me.

It was just as good as it had been the first time -
gentle, and mild, and I got a lot of satisfaction from
feeling Grant's dick in me as he thrust away - not
like my own wild thrusting, but measured and sensual.
It took for ever for him to cum, though, and
afterwards he whispered in my ear "Are you OK, Steve?
I tried not to touch that horrible brand scar of
yours, as I don't want to hurt you - it took me so
long as I went very gently.   It was OK, wasn't it?"

I nodded in assent, but I thought that he was an idiot
- look, I know he's a nice guy and all of that, but
when it comes to fucking, as man needs to do what he
has to, in order to satisfy himself.  If I'd been
Grant, I'd have banged away at my ass to satisfy
myself, even if it resulted in pain from the brand
scar for me!  When it comes to sex, a man's own needs
come first, don't they?

We sat there in the sunshine then, three guys all
happily relaxing in that after glow you get after a
good fuck, and Grant and Craig were chatting away,
trying to involve me, even though I was gagged.  They
went on and on about what a lot of fun this three-way
had been, and how we were all satisfied - Craig likes
to take it, Grant likes to give it, and I was
considered to be versatile - I probably wouldn't have
told them otherwise even if I could have, but I
laughed inwardly:  versatile?  No, I only took it from
Grant because I had to!

"Grant, why don't you get Matt to lend us Steve more
often?  Or perhaps we could hire him every now and
then - it would be worth losing a bit of money on the
catch that day in exchange for fun like this!"

"Sure... I suppose we could."

They looked at me, but all I could do was shake my
head, kind of in sorrow.

"Steve, surely you want to do this again?   I nodded
vigorously.

"But you don't think you can?  Again, I nodded.

"Why not?  Won't Matt let you?"  I nodded again, but
now I was feeling so depressed I just kind of sat
here, looking the very picture of misery.  They'd
never guess that I'd no longer be a man, no longer
able to have any kind of sex at all.

Grant and Craig carried on talking about why on earth
Matt wouldn't lend me out, but then it was time to get
the pots back in and we all three worked away, until
we made our way back to the town.

Grant had called his wife on the cell to tell her that
I was staying with them that night, and as we went
into the house I saw a pair of freshly laundered crisp
white shorts laid out for me.  There wad the most
amazing smell of a delicious stew pervading the house,
and I almost started to drool from my gagged mouth at
the very thought of being given some of it.

Karen,  Grant's girl friend, called out "Grant - I'll
be down soon.  Get  Steve into those shorts - it would
make me too horny to have to look at his dick all
night!  You must both be starving, and I'll serve you
both dinner in just a moment - it's all done!"

She appeared just as I'd pulled the shorts on, and
kissed Grant deeply - I thought it was so odd to see
her kissing him lie this, when just such a short time
ago it had been Craig's tongue down his throat.

We sat down, and Karen had not noticed my gag, as she
placed a big steaming bowl of the fragrant stew in
front of me.  It was only then that Grant said "Honey,
Steve's been gagged by Matt.  If we want him to eat
this, put it in the blender and I'll feed him."

Karen came and looked at my gag in horror, but tipped
the food into the blender and turned it into a fine
sludge.  Grant meanwhile rummaged in the kitchen
drawers, and found a small funnel.

"OK, Steve, we don't want you to miss Karen's cooking!
 Lie back on the table."

It was odd, lying on my back on the table, knowing I
was going to be fed, rather than fucked - normally I
only lay on my back when a dick was going to be pushed
up my ass!  But Grant pushed the funnel through the
hole in my ball gag, then took a spoon and put
spoonsful of the stew sludge into it so that they
dropped through into my mouth.  It was delicious, but
of course part of the pleasure of real food is being
able to chew it, and the texture, and neither of these
was available to me.

Karen was watching, then said, suddenly, "Grant, stop
that!  It's not right to treat a human being like
that!  It's just as if Steve's some sort of animal
that you're force feeding!  We've got to take that gag
off him, and let him eat properly."

"Karen, let me deal with this, will you?  Matt loaned
him to me, and he's my responsibility.  You're right -
it wouldn't be right to treat a human being like this.
 But Steve isn't a human being any more, he is an
animal, he's just a slave.  If Matt chose to have him
permanently gagged, we have no right to take it off.
So either we feed Steve like this, or I just squeeze a
tube of slave mush in to him."

"No - he is a man, and even though he's a slave, he
should be treated with some shred of human decency.
Now, get that gag off him."

"I've told you to leave men's work to men, honey.  You
can't be expected to understand how a man should treat
a male slave.  And, as I said, Matt chose to have him
gagged, and I'm not going against Matt's wishes."

Karen didn't say another word, but flounced off into
the kitchen and I heard a lot of rattling and banging
that sounded like drawers and cupboards being
ransacked.  She came in a few moments later and dumped
a whole lot of stuff on the table - odd knives,
corkscrews, screwdrivers,  metal skewers - all the odd
stuff that makes its way to live in the kitchen.

"Sit up, Steve", she commanded, and, when I did so,
she started to attack the catch at the back of my gag
with all the odd bits of metal she'd found.

"Karen, stop that!"

"No, Grant.  If you won't treat Steve with a bit of
human decency, well I will, and I'm taking that gag
off him."

Grant went to put his hand on her arm to stop her, but
she shook him away.  "Don't you try to stop me!  And
if you're not going to help, don't think you can make
it all up to me in bed tonight!  If you're not with me
on this, Grant, you're against me... And you can sleep
on the couch down here tonight."

"But Karen, it's Matt's slave...."

"And Matt won't know.  We can put the gag back on
tomorrow.  And I'm sure Steve won't tell."

She continued to attack the latch, and Grant now
asserted his manhood by taking over the job from her,
knowing that men were better with tools.  Ten minutes
later he had made no progress, and he was getting
frustrated.  Getting the latch open had turned into a
personal challenge, and he stormed out to the shed and
came back with his tool chest.

It took another fifteen minutes of work until the
catch sprang with a little snick, and I was able to
take the saliva-soaked ball out of my mouth.

"Thanks, Karen, thanks Grant.... You don't know good
this feels!"  I was working my jaws up and down as I
spoke, as they were so sore after being held forced
open by the gag.

Karen served me another bowl of the delicious stew,
and I sat hunched over it, spooning down fragrant
mouthfuls, and filling my empty belly.

"You look as if you haven't eaten for days....", Karen
said.

I stopped eating, looked at her, and murmured "Well,
about a day and a half, actually."

"Steve didn't feed you?"

"No, mam.  He's punishing me.  Like the gag."

"Why?  What did you do?"

I blushed.  I could hardly tell her he was so pissed
off at me because I fucked him, could I.  So I
stammered  "Well... Well... We had a disagreement."

Karen turned to Grant and remarked "That Matt's the
one who should be gagged!  Starving Steve and gagging
him like this just over an argument.  The poor guy -
how would you like it, Grant?"

She picked up the saliva-soaked gag and held it in
front of Grant's face.

"Karen, don't!  I don't want Steve's soiled gag near
my mouth!"  Why not, I thought bitterly, he was glad
enough of my saliva-soaked tongue in it!

"Well you see, Grant, how horrible this gag is!
You'll have to put it back on Steve tomorrow, as I
want nothing more to do with it."

Karen went off to make us big mugs of coffee, and
Grant and I sat in front of the fire just like two
buddies might.

"So what's all the big row about? And why is Matt so
pissed off with you that he's not going to let me hire
you?"

"Well, it's not that... He might hire me out.... No,
he's going to hire me out, but as a fuck toy.  He's
going to start a new sideline hiring me to the
week-enders to fuck, if they want to."

"Well, in the week, Craig and I can hire you to work
on the boat, and I can fuck you! And you can fuck
Craig - he's a real bottom!"

"No... I guess you can hire me.... But I won't be able
to fuck."

"Why not?"

At that moment, Karen came back in with the coffee,
and I went on. Knowing I didn't have to say anything
about fucking on the boat  "Well, next weekend, Matt's
having my dick and my balls cut off.  I won't be a man
any longer - no dick, no balls."   As I said this, the
horror of my situation struck home again and I almost
sobbed.  It seemed so hopeless.

"What?" Karen cried.

"Mam, he's not only going to have me castrated, but
he's getting my dick sliced off where it comes out of
my body..."

"Grant, you've got to stop this!"

"Look, what do you expect me to do, honey?  He's
Matt's slave, and if he wants to do it, he can.  The
only way we could stop it is if we bought him from
Matt, and we simply can't afford the price, even if
Matt were willing to sell.  And  I think this is some
sort of 'grudge' thing - Matt is doing this for a
reason, so he won't change his mind."

"So we must help Steve escape.  Let's find him proper
clothes, give him a few hundred dollars..."

"Sorry, Karen", I cut in, "It won't work.  There's no
escape for me because of the tracker chip.  However
far I go, they can track me down, and escaped slaves
are always hunted down and killed.  Only if I lived
the rest of my life down a mine or something would I
be safe."

Karen and Grant had never really understood the
tracker chip concept, so I described to them how it
had been fitted to me.

"So let's have it taken out... I'm sure we could
afford the hospital...."

"Mam, no - no hospital or doctor will dare do the
operation, as if they're found out, it's automatic
enslavement for them.

We talked on, but there seemed to be no solution.  I
heard Karen and Grant continuing to talk s they went
to bed, until Grant's usual nightly fucking of Karen
silenced them both.

I ate a good breakfast the next morning, then Grant
said "Steve, mate, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to
put the gag in again - Matt might see us walking to
the boat, you know.  But I'll bring the tool I found
with me, so that as soon as we're out of the harbour I
can let you free."

There's something about putting a gag into a man, even
when he's submitting to it willingly, as I did.  I'd
knelt in front of Grant to make his job easy, and as
he fiddled with the catch, I could see his erection
stretching the front of his shorts - even mild, gentle
Grant could be turned on by this simple act of making
a man more submissive to you.

As I stood up, I dropped my shorts and picked them up,
folded them neatly, and handed them to Karen - I knew
I had to be naked in the street.  She looked at me,
naked in front of her, but said kindly "Good luck,
Steve - I'm sure Grant and Craig will think of
something whilst you're on the boat today.".  Then she
leaned forward, and gently kissed me on my cheek.
This is the first time I'd had physical contact with a
woman since my enslavement, and an attractive woman,
too.  I flushed with embarrassment as my dick gave a
little lurch and I went half erect - I knew Karen,
and, worse, Grant, must be able to see my state.  I
was glad when Grant opened the door and we went out
into the street.

Grant undid my gag as soon as we were at sea, and soon
all three of us were working away, all naked.  Other
than my brand, we were all the same once we were all
naked, and anyone looking at us would have thought
that we were just three ordinary workmen toiling
there, not two free men and one slave.  I felt so
close to Grant and Craig, and when we repeated our
mutual fucking, it cemented the bonds between us - I
lay there afterwards with Craig's hairy body lying
across mine, and with my head resting on Grant's belly
as he lay sprawled on a pile of nets.

Grant then told Craig about what was to happen to me,
and he was as appalled at Grant had been.   As we
continued to lie there in the hot sun, Craig said

"Look, the real problem is that tracker chip.  Without
it, Steve could escape and Matt's scheme would fail.
So why don't we get it out of him?"

I explained what we'd been told at the enslavement
centre, about how an operation would be needed, and
that no doctor would risk doing it.

"But you say they inserted it via your ass, with some
sort of probe. And it was less than about three feet
long?"

"Yes, Craig.  It felt enormous, but it wasn't that
long really, I suppose."

"Well then, let's see if we can't find that chip and
get it out - you say it wasn't actually a 'chip', but
more a small cylinder?"

"Yes - it had a kind of clip at one end, spring
loaded, and it fitted on the end of the probe.  When
it was right in me, they released something on the
probe and they told me that the spring clip would then
hold the little cylinder firmly in place."

"Go and fetch me some of the grease we use on the
cables, Grant", Craig went on, then said to me "Look,
Steve, you know I like being fucked? Well, I like a
few other things too - have you heard about fisting?"

"Yes - I couldn't believe a man's hand could go up an
ass..."

"Well, it can.  If you're properly stretched and well
lubed, not only a hand, but the whole arm can go up a
guy - I have a couple of buddies who regularly stretch
me and go in to me up to the elbow. I'm going to do
that to you now, and feel around inside your gut and
see if I can't locate that 'chip'."

"There's some risk", he went on "I usually take it,
and I haven't actually been right up a guy's ass
before.  It's dangerous, you know, as it's easy to
damage the internal organs.  But I think I know what
I'm doing.  Do you want to give it a shot?"

"Look, Craig, as far as I'm concerned, if I lose my
dick and balls then I'm as good as dead - I won't be a
man.  So please do your best."

The thin, wiry man stood in front of me as he coated
his hand, forearm and arm right up to his shoulder
with the thick grease that Grant had found.  He was
massaging it in well, and his dark, black hair covered
arm was soon coated in the thick gunge.

"Right then.  We may as well get started.  Lie down,
Steve, on the hatch cover.  Make yourself a
comfortable as you can, as we may be a long time."

"Look, Craig, are you sure?", Grant asked.  "What if
it all goes wrong, and you do something inside him so
he starts bleeding out, or something?"

"Well, we'd have a problem!  If we took him back to
shore, Matt would know that we'd been up inside him,
and the authorities would know we were trying to
locate his chip.  So it would be automatic enslavement
for us.  We'd end up being paraded nude along the
quay, owned by Matt, I guess..."

"Look, guys, I can't ask you to take that risk...."

"He's right!", Craig said.  "Look, Steve, the risk has
to be all yours.  If I mess up your insides and you're
bleeding all over the place, I'm going to take this
fish filleting knife and cut your throat.  I'll be
quick, so you won't feel any pain....  Then we'll tie
weights to your body, and dump you overboard.  We can
tell Matt you slipped, or something... He'll be
furious, but there'll be no proof... And there's no
problem with a dead slave, it's not like killing a
free man."

"You couldn't, Craig", Grant cut in.  "You couldn't
kill Steve..."

"Look, cousin, if the choice is kill Steve - nice guy,
but a slave, or have you and me enslaved and parading
around nude, being used as every man's fuck toy....
Then yes, I could.  And I would."

"No", I now said.  "Craig's right.  I don't mind
taking the risk.  Please, Craig... Try.  I just can't
lose my dick."

It was Grant who did the first bit, gently and
soothingly massaging and stretching my hole so that he
was using all his five fingers, and then it was
Craig's turn.

I  looked at his arm as he approached, and Grant said,
to try to cheer me up, "Don't worry, Steve, mate -
he's only a little thin guy!  His arm's only about
twice as big as my dick when it's hard.  You never
thought you could stretch to take my dick that first
time, and you did.  Well, you can stretch to take his
arm, too!"

Well, it wasn't exactly pleasant - I did think I'd
approached the absolute limit of what I could bear as
Craig worked his way into me.  He took a long time,
and went very slowly, and every time he saw me
flinching or showing any sign of discomfort he stopped
and allowed me to rest and recover.  I can't see what
guys who are being fisted see in it - I can understand
that for Craig having me so in his power must be
awesome - as first his elbow, and then his upper arm
disappeared into my hole, I knew I was totally at his
mercy!  It would be easy for him to seriously injure
me internally, and there wouldn't be anything I could
do about it - the domination of me that he now had was
simply awesome.

It did look strange, of course, to see so much of
another man up my hole, and Craig took a long time - I
suppose he was "rummaging around", trying to find the
chip.  He suddenly grunted, thought, and his whole
body tensed as he fiddled around, then he slowly, oh
so slowly, started to withdraw.

The tension was palpable - we were all so tense, and
sweating, and none of us spoke.  Craig's hand came out
of me, and there, coated in my ass juice, was a tiny
metal cylinder.

"There it is, Steve!  You're a free man now!", Craig
said.  "Do a runner, and they'll never be able to
track you down."

I got up, and almost fell over as the soreness of my
ass hit me, threw my arms around Craig and hugged the
little guy.  Grant came and folded his arms around
both of us, and I felt closer to guys than I had ever
done before.  There was something beautiful in the way
that three men had all risked so much to help one guy,
and I wanted that moment to go on for ever.

End Of Part 16