Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2003 00:28:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 17

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 17

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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We had to make plans, though, and Grant was in favour
of me going back with him that evening, then simply
"disappearing" - he'd give me some clothes, and some
cash, and I'd hitch out of town and never return.
That was obviously the right thing to do, but I wasn't
satisfied: I wanted revenge on Matt, and the doctor,
for what they had been planning.

Somehow parading through the streets that night, still
naked, was difficult for me.  I hadn't bothered much
about nudity at all recently, but now I knew I was
"free", it started to worry me.  As I strode along
behind Grant, my dick swinging freely and the gag
stretching my jaws, I felt a burning resentment that I
had to do this.  I almost hated the evening strollers
who turned to stare at my magnificent body, and even
pass remarks to each other about my dick and balls.

Grant undid my gag as soon as we got back to his
house, and tonight I did not kneel in front of him -
he had to stand.  And I was so glad of the shorts - as
a free man now, I don't think I could have borne being
naked in front of Karen.

We had a really great time that night.  Grant and
Karen were so happy for me, and the little "chip" sat
in the middle of the table as we ate.

"So what are you going to do, Steve?" Karen asked me.
"We don't have a lot of money in the bank, as Grant's
paying off the mortgage on the boat.  But you can take
all we have - I know you'll repay us one day.  I'll
drive you to Town tomorrow, and you can get a bus
out.... Disappear into the city for a while, and
they'll never find you.  Grant will tell Matt you went
off on the boat tomorrow morning as usual, so by the
time Grant gets back tomorrow night without you,
you'll have had a whole day to make good your escape."

"No, Karen" - I'd dropped the "mam" now that I was a
free man again, well, at least I felt like one,
whatever the law said.  "I'm going fishing tomorrow as
usual, and then Grant is going to deliver me back to
Matt, gagged.  I have a few things to work out..."

They tried to persuade me, of course, but it was no
good.  I lay there that night, listening to Grant and
Karen fucking in their bedroom above, and planned and
plotted.

When Karen gave me a goodbye peck on the cheek the
next morning, as a free man I felt I could respond,
and kissed her back.  My dick really did jump now at
the feel of a woman's skin against my lips, and I
added to my list of things to be done once I was away:
having a "proper" fuck again with a woman.  We had a
great day on the boat - we really were equals now, and
I organised the "play" at lunch time - I chose how I
was going to fuck Craig, and it was I who told Grant
how he could fuck me that day.  I really felt my old
self returning. We lay there like brothers in the sun
after our sex, but there was sadness in the air - we
all knew I had to be out of there in the next day or
so, and this was probably the last time we'd enjoy
each others bodies, therefore.   Just before we
docked, Grant and Craig both hugged me, and I felt
close to tears at the thought that I'd be losing these
guys who had been prepared to risk so much to help me.

As we were walking back to Grant's house, his cell
went off.  I could tell it was Matt on the phone from
the way the conversation went.  When he'd finished,
Grant turned to me, and he looked worried.

"Look, Steve, I don't know what plans you had.  But
Matt has said that he wants me to take you around
there in cuffs, as well as with your gag.  He said
that he was concerned that you might do something
stupid, as he'd told you about what was to happen
later tonight, and that I should cuff you as you
wouldn't be expecting it.  I'm going to have to do it,
else Matt will smell a rat - but won't that fuck up
whatever plans you had?"

Well, it did, and royally!  I'd planned to overpower
Matt as soon as we were alone, and if I was cuffed, I
couldn't do it.

When we got back to Grant's, there, waiting for us,
was a pair of modern slave cuffs - tough stainless
steel that fit all sizes.  Lightweight, so that slaves
can wear them for protracted periods, but strong so
that there's no way a slave can break free.  Karen
said that they'd been dropped off my Matt earlier, and
repeated that Matt had told her that Grant was to cuff
me.

"Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry..", Karen said.  But Grant
was thinking, went out to the shed, and came back with
his tool kit.  He worked away on the cuffs for several
minutes, then said "OK, Steve, this is it!  Hands
behind your back, mate..."

I stood there, and there was the feeling of the cold
metal against my wrists and the snap as the cuffs
closed.

"Don't worry, Grant, Karen.... I'll make it
somehow..."

"Well, I've given you a bit of a hand", Grant cut in.
"I've sawn through one of the links half way.  The
problem is, there's no way of testing whether you can
break free - it has to look firm enough and be strong
enough so that if Steve tests it, it will hold.   But
it has to be weak enough so that you can break free if
you need to - you're a strong guy, we know, but your
arms are at a huge mechanical disadvantage when
they're cuffed behind your back.  I just hope I've got
it right.  You can't test it, as if you do break them,
we can't fix them."

"Grant, don't worry - you've already done so much for
me.  I'll always be grateful, whatever happens..."

We said proper goodbyes then, but just as Grant was
gagging me for the last time I remembered something.
"Hey - the 'chip' - I need that in case I'm tested in
a slave barrier or scanner."

There it was, still on the table.  "But where are you
going to carry it?", Grant asked.  "Not in your mouth,
as Matt will be removing the gag.  You could hold it,
I suppose, but suppose your fingers open if you're hit
or something, and it drops out..."

"It's got to go up my ass", I said.  "That's the only
way.  And I can't put it there as I'm now cuffed and
we don't have the key.  Can you just slide it up my
ass for me so that it's concealed - but not so far
that I can't get it out if I need t? And tie up those
barbs on the end of it with tape or something, so it
can't dig into me and lodge there permanently again."

Grant looked really unhappy about doing this, and I
then realised why - he didn't like to be seen to be
very familiar with a man's ass hole and the way it
worked in front of Karen!  I began to wonder if she
even knew about Grant's enjoyment of men!

But I bent over and lay my chest and belly on the
table, and watched by Karen (which made me feel so
humiliated!), Grant first stretched my ass gently,
then popped the tiny cylinder up it.

There was no further reason to delay then, and we set
out for Matt's, and as we walked along my heart was
racing - could I break free when I needed to?  And, if
I did, would my plan work anyway?

Matt was waiting when we arrived, and I thought he was
really rather gruff with Grant, getting rid of him as
soon as he'd bent down and tested the cuffs.

"So, Steve, here you are, a whole man for the last
time.  Come on...."

He grabbed my dick, and used it as a handle to pull me
through the house and up to the bedroom - I've never
been so humiliated:   I knew the way, after all, and
he could just have told me to follow him.  In the
bedroom he took out my gag, and we stood there looking
at each other.

"I'm going to be the last man to fuck you when you're
still a man", Matt told me.  "I've got you cuffed, as
I remember what happened last time we met:  I'm your
owner and I'm doing the fucking this time."

He pushed me backwards onto the bed, and I fell
heavily onto my cuffed arms, and gave a little grunt
of surprise and pain.  Matt stood looking at me,
slowly stripping his clothes off, then
came and straddled my belly as he'd done before and
squatted down so that I felt his moist ass on my hot
body.  I was in a lot of discomfort, as his whole
weight was now pushing me back onto my cuffed arms,
and I tried to move to get more easy.  Matt stroked
his dick as he squatted there, looking at me.

"You know, Steve, it's a pity it's turned out this
way.  I think we could have got on rather well, if
you'd just made up our mind to submit and had not
tried to take charge.  If you'd let Bill fuck you, and
stayed an obedient fuck toy for me, we might have had
quite a good life here.  I hope you realise that it's
all your own fault, and that taking your balls and
dick off is the only way I can get you to see that
you're just a slave."

He waddled forward on his knees and ended up with them
pressing into my shoulders so that I was pinned down.
He raised himself up so that his dick was hovering
over my face, then used his hand to swing his dick
backwards and forwards so that it slapped my face hard
- first on one side, then the other.

"See how my dick is punishing you, Steve?  It's going
to be punishing your ass in a moment.  I'd have liked
to fuck your throat, like Sam did, but I don't want to
risk you biting me.  But you can at least kiss my dick
tip to show you now properly accept your servile
status.

He inched his dick towards me, and scraped the head
along my lips.  He was running with pre-cum, and I
could feel it moist and slimy against me.  I moved my
head upwards, and went to bite it!  But the ball gag
stopped me closing my teeth together, and I did him no
damage.

"So, you haven't accepted it, have you?  Trying to
bite your owner's dick - that's not very nice!  If
your behaviour doesn't improve after you've been
sliced and nutted, I'll have to have your teeth pulled
out - I can't risk you biting the dick of one of my
customers, can I?  You won't be quite as handsome
after that, but who cares - most guys you'll meet from
now on will be looking at your ass, or your mouth,
only and won't care that you used to be one of the
best looking guys around."

"Now, though - there is just one thing.  I need to
piss, and the only place around here is in your mouth
as I don't want to get up from this bed..."

His dick hovered over my mouth again, and I was
appalled at what he was going to do - I turned my head
to one side, to get away from it.

"Stop that, Steve!  Get on my dick, boy, as your
master wants to give you a drink!"

He reached down to turn my head forward, but I went
all the way and turned it right over so I ended up
facing the other way.

"Boy, get on your owner's dick...."  His hand was now
gripping my chin, and he wrenched my head up to face
forwards.  As I looked up at him, I could see the
gleam of power in his eyes and he was relishing this
utter domination of me - I couldn't move my body as he
had me pinned, he was holding my chin and jaw so
tightly it hurt, and once again his dick was hovering
over my mouth.

He used his other hand to position his dick tip at he
hole passing through my ball gag, and then my mouth
filled with the acrid taste of piss, and my nose was
assailed by the smell.  My mouth filled up, but I
refused to swallow.  It was bad enough having it
filling my mouth, but there was no way I was going to
take it down.  Piss started to run out of the sides of
my mouth, and I felt it running hotly down my jaw then
down my neck.

"Get on it, boy!  Take your master's piss!".  Steve
was angry now, and reached down and simply clamped my
nose closed between his thumb and forefinger.  I now
couldn't breathe.  I held it as long as I could, but
with my lungs screaming for air I simply had to
swallow what was in my mouth so that I could breathe
in.  It stung my throat as it went down, and I coughed
and choked a bit as I struggled for breath as the piss
went down me.

"Good boy", Matt crooned.  "A good boy takes his
master's piss as a precious gift, just as you are now,
Steve."

He had managed to turn off the flow, but now he
started again, and my mouth was again full of his vile
urine.  I wasn't going to give in, and I still refused
to swallow until he had again totally forced me to by
cutting off the air through my nose.

He'd finished then, though, but he wiped his wet dick
head around my face, concentrating on my upper lip so
that his piss smell was unavoidable in my nose.

"That' s better!", he told me.  "Now I've emptied my
bladder, it's time for that final fuck.  Now, shall I
do you 'missionary' - no, I've been looking at your
face enough today.  So it's 'doggy' for you,
Steve...."

He got off me, and roughly pulled at me so that I
rolled over on to my belly.

"Yes, that's good... .that fantastic ass of yours,
waiting to be ploughed by your owner.  I'm not going
to lube you at all - you're going to feel my big hard
dick tearing and bruising the membranes of your hole.
You're going to remember this final fucking, as it
will not only be your last one as a man, but it will
be memorably painful.  You know, I might even have
more brands put on you - the MJM logo might look good
burned into your pecs, or into that lovely washboard
belly of yours... Or perhaps into your real
cheeks...."

As he was speaking, I could feel the tip of his finger
tracing out the furrows of my brand.

"Yes, I think I will have you branded again.  Feeling
this mark on you makes me realise how satisfactory it
is to give a slave something completely indelible.
But time presses on - we're due at the doctor's.  So
now for the final fuck....   Get your ass in the air!"

I lay there flat out, determined not to obey him.
Matt forced his hand down between my legs and roughly
grabbed my balls.  He gave them a 'yank', and I
screamed through my gag.

"You little fucker!  Still defying me!  I said get
your ass in the air.  Now, do it - else I'll tear your
balls off, and we won't wait for the proper surgery!"

Reluctantly I raised my ass and moved my knees
backward, and Matt at once started to slap me, hard,
with all the power of his arms and hands.

"I'm tenderising your rump, slave, so that when I take
you it will be another memorable experience.  There's
going to be no lube, nothing - just my dick in your
ass.  You won't know what's worse - the rasping of my
raw dick in you, or the pain in your ass as  I slam
into it!  Now, get ready...."

I felt Matt's hot dick probing along my ass then
touching my hole.  Surely, I thought, he couldn't be
serious - no lube at all, not even a lick of spit!
But he was:  I felt his dick pushing at me, and then
the pressure increased and increased as Matt forced
himself forward.  I wanted to shout and scream as it
was really hurting - my delicate membranes were being
torn apart, I thought, by this forced entry - but the
gag stopped me.  There was nothing else for it - I
flexed my shoulder muscles and biceps and started to
try to pull my wrists apart.  I grunted and strained,
but nothing seemed to be happening other than that the
cuffs bit into the flesh of my wrists, adding a new
flood of pain to that I was already experiencing.

I tried harder, but still nothing happened - Christ,
Grant must have not filed through that link enough.

Matt sensed my wriggling straining, and hissed at me
"That's right, slave boy - struggle all you like, but
my dick's going up your ass!  Is it hurting enough
yet?  Are those cries of despair I'm hearing?  Now
hold on - I think I'm through, and I'm going t o ram
home in one go - you'll never have experienced
anything like this...."

He thrust himself violently into me, and I would have
been screaming  the top of my head off  if I could
have as the shock was so great as his dick simply tore
in to me.  That was all I needed, though - as my body
spasmd, the additional exertion caused the link to
snap and my hands were free.

Matt had pulled back, ready for another savage thrust,
and was so surprised at seeing my arms fly free that
he almost pulled out of me completely - so it was easy
for me to twist around, push him backwards, and attack
him.

You know we've fought before, and you know the outcome
- my hard, work-toned body ultimately triumphed over
Matt, even though he was perhaps a little more solid.
It took several minutes, but soon I was squatting
astride his chest, my cock hovering over his face.

"Get off, Steve", Matt said.  "You're only making it
worse for yourself!  You can't kill me, and so you're
going to have to let me up sooner or later - and the
later it is, the more severe your punishment will be.
I've already decided on a public whipping after your
slicing and castrating - it will amuse the crowds to
see a big muscular stud like you to be tied to the
whipping frame with a smooth crotch!  But there's
worse we can do, you know - I don't have to sell you
to the organ banks, but I could sell one eye, perhaps!
 Now, you stupid young fucker, get off me, before I
really lose my temper!"

I got off Matt, and he was so confident in his power
over me that he sat on the edge of the bed, not
bothering to look at me.  I had no intention of giving
in, though, and used this opportunity to get out of
the drawer in the chest where Matt had kept it the
collar and cuff combination I had been wearing at the
slave dealers.

As Matt sat there, I crept up on him from behind,
hauled him back on to the bed, grabbed his balls, and
made him flip over on to his belly.  I sat astride
him, and then it was relatively easy to
get the collar around him and pull each arm in turn up
to fasten it to the cuffs built in to the back off the
collar.  Of course Matt struggled like a wild man, but
it did him no good - he was already tired, and I was
on top of his back.  And so he was soon neatly cuffed.

I got off him, and he got up and rushed at the door,
but I tripped him up and he crashed to the floor
heavily, unable to save himself by putting his arms
out.  I rummaged around in the bedside drawer and
found the key to my gag, and reached around and
released myself.

Matt had started to recover, and began to shout
"Help... Help.....", so I quickly leapt on him,
straddled his back again and yanked his head up and
back.

"Shut up, you fucker, if you don't want your neck
snapped...   Now, open your mouth...."

Matt didn't obey me, and I had to give his neck a
powerful wrench again before I was able to get the
ball gag into his mouth.  Then I was safe - with the
catch snapped tight behind his head he couldn't remove
it, and he was muted, so he couldn't call for help.
And with his hands cuffed behind his neck, he was at
my mercy.

"Now, Matt, what was good enough for me is going to be
what you get.... Get off the floor, get up on the bed,
and prepare for the fucking of your life.  You didn't
want to give me at least the dignity of lubing me, and
I'm not going to lube you.  You don't like being
fucked, as I know, but I can tell you you'll like it
even less without even a little spit!"

Actually, I hated it - it's a great idea to fuck a man
without lube, it seems so macho.  And, in truth, I
didn't fuck Matt - I raped him!  I was so pissed off
by everything that had happened, especially the way he
was most recently going to treat me that I just lost
it - I didn't even start slowly then lose it as I
usually do - from the very first moment my dick
approached his ass, I was violently, passionately
thrusting at him with all my power.  Even with his gag
he was making so much noise I had to push his head
down onto the bed to shut him up.  I shot very
quickly, and was glad to pull out of his hole.  People
just don't know that without lube it's your dick, as
well as his ass, that has it rough!  I was really
sore, and I knew Matt must be, too - but a lot more
so, as your dick is really quite tough, but the ass
hole is soft and tender to start with.

He lay there looking at me, and I thought he would
either blow a blood vessel with anger, or start
sobbing with the humiliation and pain!  But  I wasn't
finished for the evening yet - I went to the closet
and got out a silk tie that Bill had left behind, and
looped it through the restraint ring on Matt's collar
and around the bed post.  I tied it really tight,
hauling Matt's neck as close as possible to the
bedpost as I didn't want him to get any leverage - I
was fairly certain that he couldn't break the tough
fibres of a silk tie from that position.

"See you later, Matt", I told him.  "Lie there and
think about what you're going to get when I return.  I
might be off to get a few guys in to go up that ass of
yours - you're a pretty good fuck, you know.  Or, of
course, I might be off to borrow the slicing machine
from the good doctor.... Would you like that, Matt -
if a little nub left nestling in my pubic hair would
look good, what would it look like on you?   Anyway,
think on - but don't piss on the bed - if you need to
go, hold it!"

I rummaged around again to find the key to the cuffs
Matt had used on me, and once clear of them, now
magnificently and totally naked I walked out and ran
very quickly down to the harbour.  I did a running
dive off the quay and struck out for the doctor's boat
- I didn't even notice the chill of the water, I was
so excited.

As I got closer to the boat I deliberately slowed
down, as I wanted to surprise the doctor, and I was
barely breaking water when my hand at last touched the
side.  I climbed very carefully up the companionway
ladder, then looked in - the doctor was there,
immaculately dressed as usual, fiddling around with
his slicing machine - it was laid out on a snowy white
towel, together with a selection of steel surgical
instruments.

I opened the door, and he looked around in total
shock.

"Slave... Where's Matt?"

"He's not coming, doctor."

"So are you here for the slicing all by yourself.... I
thought..."

"Yes I'm here for a slicing, doctor.  But first, I'm
going to fuck you.  Now, strip!"

"Look, slave.... Steve....  I think you've forgotten
our positions.  You're a slave, and masters don't
strip at a slave's command..."

"No, doctor, I've not forgotten.  But there's
something you don't know - I'm operating as a free man
now.  And if a big, tough, strong free man tells a
weaker one to strip, he'd better be obeyed!"

"No... Steve... I don't understand what's going on
here, but I don't want to take my clothes off in front
of you..."

"I told you to get naked - are you going to do it?"

"Steve, let's be reasonable...."

I hit him, hard - just my open hand on the side of his
head.  It was enough to send him staggering and he
collapsed onto a couch, but not enough to do any
permanent damage to him.

"Do you want to argue, doctor, or are you going to do
as you are told?  Get naked!"

He got up, and reluctantly started to remove his
shirt.  He had a T on underneath, and as he went to
pull that over his head, he turned his back to me.

"Face me!", I snapped.  "I want to see your body as it
emerges.  I didn't get a chance to look at it when you
were forcibly fucking me, so now I want to take a
good, long look..."

He seemed embarrassed by his chest , although there
was no reason why he should be - he didn't have proper
pecs, but neither had his tits gone all flabby and
hanging down as some older men do if they're
overweight.

He took his shoes off - he was bare footed inside them
- then slid his immaculate pants down, to stand there
in crisp white cotton boxers.

He just stood there, and I had to say "I'm waiting,
doctor.... I said 'naked' - are you ashamed of that
dick of yours?  It was big enough to hurt me, so you
can't have too much to be ashamed of..."

He slid the boxers down, and stood in front of me as
bare as I was.  I remembered the grey and white pubic
hair as I looked at him, and could see the start of
the "creping" of his old body, particularly around his
upper thighs.

"Right - kneel down in front of me, and masturbate.  I
want to see that dick in action - last time, you had
me on my knees and I didn't get a good look."

"No... Please... I can't.... It's undignified...."

"You don't know the meaning of undignified, doctor!
Not until you've been a slave!  Now, get on your knees
- here, in front of me."

He knelt down, and his head was bent in shame.

"I told you to masturbate.  And be sure to catch the
semen...."

"No, please... Don't make me...."

"All right, then."  He looked up at me, as if he
couldn't believe what I'd said.  I continued "You
don't have to masturbate if you don't want to.  But
I'm going to fuck you, and your spunk's the only lube
that's going to be used.  If you don't want to jerk
yourself off, that's fine by me - but then I'll have
to fuck you dry!  And as Matt has already found out
tonight, that will hurt you a whole lot more than it
hurts me."

"No... Please.. Don't fuck me.... I don't take it..."

"You know, that's exactly what Matt said!  Well, I
don't like taking it either, but when a man has no
choice, he has to.  I had no choice as a slave, and
you have no choice as we're alone here, and I'm
stronger and tougher than you are.  You're going to
have my dick up your ass, and the only choice you have
is whether it's going up there dry, or nicely lubed
with your own cum.  Now... What's it to be? Being
fucked is inevitable, the rest is up to you...."

I thought he as going to die with the humiliation of
it, as he knelt there in front of me, a man he thought
of as a slave, trying to get his dick erect and then
to beat it enough to make himself cum!  He went bright
red as he flushed, then broke out with sweat as his
exertions continued, and finally the amount of cum he
produced was not very great - the penalties of getting
old, I suppose!"

"Good, doctor.  Now, why don't you lie on your back
and slide some of that cum up your ass?  I'd like to
watch you as you finger your hole.  Be sure to lie so
that I can get a good view - I don't often see a hairy
ass, especially not a hairy ass with white hairs....
Perhaps I should order you to shave yourself
first...."

The doctor clearly hated having to expose himself to
me in this way, and having to do so many things in
front of me that he would normally do in private, if
at all.  And, of course, he had the added humiliation
of knowing that he was old, out of condition, and with
poor muscle tone.  He was having to expose himself and
do all these private things in front of a man who was
at the height of his masculinity:  I was a tough,
heavily muscled young guy, with a huge dick that was
rigidly at attention as the doctor abased himself in
front of me.

Finally, he just lay there, breathing heavily, and so
I said "Now come and use the rest of that pathetic
shot of cum to slick my dick.  I'm going to allow you
to handle the big, fat, hot dick that will soon be up
your ass - you can come and feel its power, feel its
male nature, and worship it as you cover it with your
cum."

The doctor crawled across the floor, and reached up
and gently touched my dick.  I laughed at him, asking
if he was afraid of touching a real man's dick.  "Do
you remember when your own dick was so hard, so
rampant?  Do you remember what it felt like to be able
to really fuck a man without him being ordered to take
you, as you got Matt to order me to do?"

"Now, get across the arm of that couch.  I'm going to
forcibly fuck you, just as you forcibly fucked me."

"Oh no, please... Don't... Show some pity...."

"Just as you did to me?  No - get across there, and
just be grateful I'm not going to thrash that ass of
yours with a trainer, as you did mine, to 'tenderise'
me!"

He spread himself across the couch very reluctantly,
and I fucked him.  It was rather distasteful, taking
such an ass that was so out of condition - all the men
I'd had before had always had tight, muscled asses,
whereas the doctor was tending to be flabby.  But once
I'd got started, the feeling of totally dominating him
came to me so strongly that I didn't care - here I was
fucking a man who'd previously had such power over me.
 Now it was me in charge, me who was bending him to my
will.  I revelled in thinking of how my strength and
virility had succeeded in triumphing over this rich
man who thought he owned the world.

The doctor lay there, panting, and I went into the
bathroom to wash is foul ass juices off my dick.  I
came back, and he was sitting on the couch, his head
cradled in his hands.

"So, doctor, now you know what it is to be taken
forcibly, against your will.  You did that to me, and
perhaps you will now understand how utterly defiling
it is.  Tell me, though, what do you think about the
marking of slaves?"

"Well... I suppose it has to be done, to make sure a
slave understands that he is the property of his
master."

"Quite so.... Do you think it looks good?"

"Well, some kinds of marking can enhance some
slaves...."

"And is it sensible to brand a slave, or is it
acceptable to just tattoo them?"

"Well, it all depends - a brand can significantly
enhance some slaves.  Big, muscular slaves can look
good with a brand seared into them.  It can
enhance..."

"You persuaded Matt to have me branded, doctor.  Do
you think it enhanced me?"

"Well, actually, yes.  Matt wondered about it, but I
said that with a hard, muscled ass like yours, a brand
would look good, and...."

"Quite!  Come over here, and kneel again!"

"Please... Don't hurt me.... Please don't brand
me...."

"So, you admit it hurts!  I thought you were a leading
member of the ASPCS."

"The ASPCS doesn't believe in slaves being hurt.... Of
course, we acknowledge that a slave may have to endure
a little... discomfort.... In the interests of being
made more appealing to his master.  And that's all
that happened to you...  I advised Matt that a brand
would make your ass look more desirable ( and bring
home to you that he had complete power over you), and
he agreed with me that the two or three days of
suffering, as the ASPCS allows, was a price worth
paying...."

"So you think the brand makes my ass more desirable?"

"Yes."

"So come and show me how much you desire my ass.
Crawl forward, and kiss my brand.  I want to feel your
lips pressing into my ass."

The doctor looked dreadful - his hot flush of
embarrassment had turned to a grey pallor of dread.
But e could see that I was in no mood to argue, and he
knew I had already hit him once that evening.   He
shuffled around, and soon I felt him against me as he
made this humiliating obeisance to my ass.

"Good, doctor.  I won't make you press your nose right
up my ass crack and breathe in the heady scent of my
maleness, as I believe you now understand that I am a
real man, a man capable of dominating you.  Now, go
and sit on the edge of the table"

I went up to the doctor as he sat there, and showed
him my dick.  "Do you remember how this used to look?"

"No...."

"Before you persuaded Matt to have me circumcised, and
before you did it to me, here, in this very room?  Is
it right to cut a man's foreskin off?"

"Well, not for a man.  But a slave should not hide his
dick head from his master... If a master wants to have
a slave cut, he has that right.  And I am a skilled
surgeon... The job I did on you would have cost Matt a
great deal of money if he'd brought you to the
city...."

"But it hurt like hell!  What about the ASPCS?"

"Oh, come on!  It's not as if you hurt for more than a
couple of days!  The ASPCS believes a master has that
right over a slave's body..."

"But you didn't anaesthetise me....

"No.  A slave needs to remember when he's been
'skinned at his master's wish.  Using anaesthetic
takes away some of that memory.

"And it's all right to cut a slave's dick off, too,
and castrate him?"

"Look, Steve, why can't you just accept that a master
owns a slave.  If the master wants the slave to lose
his balls, where's the problem?  They belong to the
master, as he owns the slave's body totally.
Likewise, if a master wants a slave sliced....
Well...."

"But Matt didn't want these things for me!  You
persuaded him!"

"I'm not arguing with you!  Matt can do what he likes
with your body."

"But you were going to use that machine on me - the
slicer!  Surely the ASPCS thinks that's cruel?"

"No, actually the ASPCS specifically recommends the
patent slicer I have been proposing.  It's quick,
relatively painless (until afterwards) and does a good
job...."

I sat down beside the doctor now, and put one arm
around his shoulders so he couldn't escape.  With the
other, I reached down and gently teased his foreskin
back.

"So, this dick head of yours shouldn't be hidden from
your 'master', the man who controls you?  And if the
'master' chooses to slice your dick off, that's
acceptable?  Well, I'm the master here, so let's see
how you really feel about it!"

I reached out for the slicing machine that was
standing on the side table, and slid it over the
doctor's dick.

:So, doctor.  You and the ASPCS believe a 'master' has
the right to use this little machine on a man he
controls.  So.... Perhaps I'll take just half the
length of your dick off."

As I was speaking, I moved my finger to the button on
top that released the stainless steel iris cutters.

"No, please!", the doctor shrieked at me.  He tried to
get away, but I held on to him.

I moved the cutter so that it was pressed into his
groin, and continued "But perhaps you'd look better
with the little 'nub' so small that it's hidden by
your pubic hair...  That's neat, isn't it?  That's
what you were suggesting to Matt for me?"

"No.... Please....."

I moved the cutter so that it was just behind his dick
head, with the blades touching his flange.  "Or
perhaps we'll just lose the dick head, and leave a
perfectly straight shaft.  Do you know, I was talking
to a slave who was at the harbour the other day with
his master and he showed me the latest 'fashion' in
the city - the flange is nibbled away, so that the
slave's dick is completely straight.  Are you one of
the doctors who performs that?  I can't do it, I
haven't the time, but cutting off from the flange
outwards would leave you looking much the same as if
we'd 'straightened' the flange....  Do you do that
operation, doctor?  The slave told me it takes several
hours and you clip at his meat with a pair of things
that look like giant nail clippers...."

"No.. .yes.... I do so that operation, but only when a
master wants a slave to be able to slip in and out of
an ass hole easier... It's good for the slave,
really...."

I was so pissed off with the doctor's attitude that I
almost pressed the button there and then to take his
dick head off!  But I'm not gratuitously cruel, and I
didn't want to descend to the doctor's level of
barbarity.  Instead, I pulled the doctor's foreskin
forward, beyond the end of his dick, and kept pulling
at it, gripping it firmly in between my thumb and
forefinger, until it was stretched to its maximum.  It
was about an inch beyond his dick head, which I could
see through the thin, stretched skin.  The doctor
squirmed and wriggled as I was doing this, and I had
to grip his shoulders tight to keep him still.

I moved the machine up to be beyond the doctor's dick
head, then pressed the button.  There was s snick and
a hiss as the iris scythed closed, and my hand jerked
away holding a small piece of the doctor's foreskin.
Blood started to pur out everywhere from the doctor's
dick.

"See, doctor - you're a lucky man!  You've been
enhanced, by being circumcised so that the next time
we meet you will not be hiding your dick head from me.
 And you've been able to experience how painless your
new patent cutter is!  I expect you'll b able to give
the next meeting of the ASPCS a first hand account."

"Anyway' I went on, "I've got to leave you now - Matt
is awaiting my further attention.  Just remember what
a real master can do!"

"No... Please.. Don't leave me... I'm bleeding."

I reached out and pushed a switch.  "And I've turned
on your electric cauteriser.  I seem to remember that
you told Matt that the process is 'relatively
painless', and only takes a few minutes.  I suggest
you use your next few minutes in experiencing it, as
I'm off!"

I went through the doctor's clothes that were lying
there on the floor and took out his mobile phone.
Then I went into the bridge and ripped the ship to
shore radio out, and, as the doctor watched, I dropped
both of them over the side, into the sea.

"You'd better treat yourself, doctor, as I'm taking
the tender back to the shore.  I expect it will be
sometime tomorrow before anyone realises you've not
been in contact with them..."

As I rowed back the cutter seemed to fly across the
water - I'd never felt so goo, so alive.  But could I
now make good my escape, before Matt got the police to
find me?  The doctor would be sure to have friends in
high places, and I didn't doubt that all the resources
of the State would be called in to play.

End Of Part 17