Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2003 13:26:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 19

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 19

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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WARNING TO READERS:  SOME READERS MAY FIND THE FORCED
MATING SCENE REPULSIVE. Readers are reminded, though,
that these unpleasant acts between males and females
are sometimes necessary for the survival of the
species.  The ASPCS does allow these acts, as they
know that some masters enjoy watching them, even
though their guidelines suggest that slaves should
normally be bred using artificial insemination
techniques.
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I didn't want to drive all that far that day -
frankly, after all the excitement and stress, I was as
tired as a dog.  So I pulled off the Interstate at a
convenient small town just after noon, and checked in
at a small, but clean-looking, motel.

"We don't have special facilities for slaves, sir",
the young desk clerk told me.

"Is it OK for him to stay in my room, or do I have to
leave him chained in the truck overnight?"

"Oh no, sir.  Provided the slave's well behaved, he's
allowed in his owner's room. It's just that we don't
have special facilities for restraint, or whipping,
and the only slave excretion facilities are a hole out
the back."

It was quite good, actually - I think the young guy
fancied me, and he gave me a big room with two double
beds, although he told me that if the slave used the
other bed I would be expected to pay a couple of
dollars extra.  "We have to have the sheets a slave
has used specially laundered, sir", he explained, "As
some of our guests don't like using facilities that
have been used by slaves."

It shows that I was still not accustomed to thinking
of myself as a slave owner, as I didn't like to tell
the guy that Matt would of course be sleeping in the
same bed as me to service my requirements overnight!
Funny how these little social inhibitions can strike
you, isn't it?

I also got from the clerk the address of the local
slave dealer, and before I went to the room I drove
there and pulled up outside.  I saw Matt visibly start
to shiver as I did this - surely he couldn't think I
was going to sell him - if he'd any sense at all he'd
know that I wouldn't dare risk having him speak, and
having his story checked!  Anything but the most
cursory check of his tracker chip would show that he
was not a 24 year old - it was only because the cops'
scanner was  "stand alone" that I'd managed earlier,
and I certainly couldn't risk going somewhere more
sophisticated where the scanner might be online to the
national slave database.

Actually, though, it was amusing to see Matt so
worried about his future, and I made him get out of
the truck and come in with me.  I honestly think he
thought he was going to be sold, as when I met the
owner I saw him giving Matt admiring glances, and he
even ran his hands lightly over Matt's body as I
watched.

"Nicely presented older slave you've got here", the
dealer told me.  "Not much call for older guys, so the
price is not all that great.  But if you're looking
for a trade-in....."

It was almost like trying to sell a used car, I
decided!  "No, actually I want to buy some restraint
materials - he's been giving me a lot of trouble, and
I need a prod, some fetters, some new cuffs, and a few
restraint chains.... Do you sell accessories, as well
as slaves?"

"Oh yes, sir.  We've got a small accessories boutique,
as many of our owners, especially the new owners, find
they need to have those little add-ons that make all
the difference to the ownership and control of the
slave.... Right this way....."

The guy was chatting on to me as I made my choices,
and telling me how bad business was.  "It's not that
the demand isn't there", he told me, "But that we just
can't get supply. The criminals have mostly given up,
so there's just not the stock coming through the
system."

"But I thought you said a few minutes ago that you
couldn't give me much for this one ,as he's older....
Surely ANY slave's price is going up?"

I saw that I'd caught him out, and he just smiled at
me.  "Ah well, that's the second-hand slave business,
sir!"

As I was paying for my stuff, the dealer stopped in
mid transaction and asked if I wanted a deal.  "What
sort of a deal?"

"Look, before I put this stuff through the till and
have to add the sales tax, how about we deal - you get
all this stuff free, and I use the slave for stud and
don't pay you."

"No, I haven't got time..."

"Aw, come on.  It will only take a big buck like yours
a few minutes to cover one of my mares - he does know
how to stud women, doesn't he?"

"Yes - he had a kid before he was enslaved.  It was
only recently..."

"Well then, a few minutes, and you could be on your
way.... All this stuff free."

"What's in it for you, though?"

"Well, the State has imposed a new tax on stud fees -
on top of what I'd have to pay you, I'd have an
additional 50 bucks 'slave breeding levy' if it all
went through the books."

"You breed many?"

"Well no, I'm not sure the numbers stack up.  If your
buck covers my mare today, assuming it's successful,
we don't get the pup for nine months.  Then I've got
sixteen years of feeding and stuff to pay for before
he can go into a sale - OK, some of that I get back as
from about seven or eight the slave can do light work
around the place.  But it's a long term investment I'm
looking at - if prices hold up, it will make me a lot
of money.  But suppose there's a crash in the slave
marked in say ten years time - I could be left with a
lot of young kids eating their heads off and with no
real prospect of selling them."

"But you think it's worth while, taking the risk?"

"Well, actually, I think there's a huge unsatisfied
demand for slaves.  And I can't see that demand going
away.  The supply has effectively dried up, so we've
either got to breed them, or import them from other
countries.  And no other place in the world is going
to send us their criminals and unemployed to be used
as slaves, are they?  Once they see how well slavery
works, they'll introduce it for themselves.  So no, I
think breeding is the solution, and I'm going to get
in ahead of the game."

"Your slave", he went on, "Obviously has good genes -
nice muscles, big strong body generally.  And I guess
he might even be handsome, if you let him do his hair
differently.  A pup bred from him would be bound to
have some of those characteristics, and good-looking
stock always fetches premium prices.   So do we have a
deal?"

Even though I had most of the 16K left, I was
concerned about conserving my cash, and these slave
"accessories" didn't come cheap - I suppose that by
the time you've spent big bucks on the slave, you're
prepared to lash out a bit on the extras - just like
guys who buy fancy sports cars are prepared to pay
stupid prices for matching luggage, or for really
expensive radios.

"OK, then - but I am in a bit of a hurry...."

He led us out the back, and in the holding area he
really had very little stock - and I could see why he
didn't want to breed from most of them!  However there
was a female slave, mid twenties, I guess, who I
suppose I would have fucked if she'd offered herself
to me at a party in my former life.  The dealer opened
her cage, and led her out, and we followed into the
next room where there was a kind of leather-covered
couch in the middle.

"Strip!", he commanded the girl, and she shrugged off
the one-piece tunic she'd been wearing, to stand naked
in front of us.  As I said, if she'd offered herself
to me.... And actually I was quite turned on:  my dick
stirred in my shorts.

"Would you rather fuck her, sir?  Same deal - you get
all the stuff free, and you won't have to pay for the
sex."

"You mean you normally hire this girl out?  Why do you
need to bother with this stud stuff?"

"Simple, really.  The kinds of guy who have to pay for
sex with a woman are not the ones you'd necessarily
want to breed from - fat, thin, weedy, tiny dicks,
ugly, stupid.... What kind of man do you think we
usually get in here to pay for an hour with a slave?
No - I want to breed from big, handsome, virile stock,
so that the pups will get a good price.  So I have to
find a stud slave - or, sir, the exceptional guy who
comes in here and wants a bit of enjoyment for
free..."

At one time I suppose I'd have leaped at the idea of a
free fuck with a tolerably good looking woman, but I
really wasn't interested now.  But it did seem to be a
good opportunity to continue with the humiliation and
training of Matt, to emphasise his slave status.

"Well, thanks for the offer.  But, you know, well...
well... well I don't really go with women. I'm more of
a guy's guy, and that's why I've got this big buck."

I was surprised at how difficult this actually was to
say - it was the first time, I suppose, I'd ever
openly expressed a preference for men.

"But your slave can fuck her?"

"Oh sure, as I said, he's fully experienced, and has
proven ability - he's sired a son, and a pretty good
looking one, too.  It adds to the excitement, you
know, to have a straight guy as a personal slave.  I'm
breaking him and training him myself, and he's almost
at the point where he enjoys a dick now as much as the
next guy. But I'm sure he hasn't forgotten the basics
- I've been with a woman myself, and it's easy enough,
after all, but it's just that I don't see the point,
when there are so many guys around."

All of this rushed out of me, as if, once started, I
didn't want to stop.

"Yes, sir.  There are a lot of owners like you -
that's why male slaves always fetch so much better
prices than females.  Not only can they work harder,
but they're better for their master to relax with.
Now...."

He ordered the girl to lie down on her back on the
table, then turned to me and said "Are you going to
uncuff him, or shall I assist?"

"I don't want to uncuff him, or to lose the gag - he's
still not properly trained.  So I guess it's
'assist'."

The dealer went over to Matt, who'd been standing
there quietly whilst all this had been going on.  Like
me, he'd been excited by the sight of the naked woman,
but unlike me he hadn't been able to hide his erect
dick.

"OK, boy", the dealer said.  "I know she's a good
looking filly, and I can see you're excited.  But easy
does it, OK?  There's plenty of time - I know your
master's in a hurry, but a couple of extra minutes
while you fuck properly isn't going to make all that
much difference, and we don't want the girl damaged by
a big thrusting stud like you on full heat, do we?  So
take it slowly,  but fuck deep."

He took Steve's erect dick and led Matt over to the
girl, just as I had used Matt's dick as a handle the
day before.  I could tell Matt hated it, not only
because of the indignity of the dealer using his dick
in this way, but because he was repulsed at the whole
idea that he was going to be used as part of the
dealer's breeding programme!  He didn't hate it so
much that he wasn't erect, though, and I could see a
tiny ball of pre-cum hanging on the edge of his piss
slit.

Matt tried to pull away, but with his hands cuffed and
the dealer gripping his dick tightly he had no option
but to follow the man across the room.  I could see
the dealer must have done this before, as he knew
exactly what to do.  He deftly guided Matt in-between
the woman's legs, then with one hand reached down to
open her slightly, and with the hand that was still on
Steve' dick, he basically inserted Matt into her.  I'd
one been to an ornamental goat farm on a tour, and in
the breeding shed the owner had done just the same
thing to a billy who didn't start in straight away -
the man had just got hold of its penis and inserted
it, just as the dealer had with Steve's dick.

"Right, boy, get going!", he said.

Matt just stood there, and for a moment, I felt a bit
sorry for him.  But, hey, where was the problem
really?  He was, after all, a breeder, and here he was
being given the ability to demonstrate his
capabilities.  I suppose his previous experience had
always been in private, but he'd got to get used to
the idea that he was now a slave, and if his owner
wanted to watch him, that was my privilege.

The dealer seemed to have the measure of him, though,
as he stood behind Matt, put his hand between Steve's
legs and grasped his balls.

"Right, boy.... They said you knew what to do, but
obviously you don't!  Just pretend it's proper
fucking, and go in and out.... And even if you don't
want to, you're going to, as you'd better be guided by
me..."

He started to pull and push Matt in and out, using his
control over his balls to ensure compliance.  He only
had to do it for four of five strokes, though, before
he let go and came and stood by me - we both watched
as Matt was now fucking away properly.

"It often takes them like this the first time", the
dealer explained. "I can tell he's seasoned at
fucking, but some slaves don't take well to their
first few stud experiences.  But once you've got them
started, their reflexes take over and, as we can see,
this one's doing well!"

Indeed he was - it was a pleasure to watch Matt's big
powerful thighs, his muscular ass, and his strong body
as he pounded away.  There's something really erotic,
isn't there, about watching a really good looking guy
fuck? Somehow it seems to use all the muscles, all the
energy he has - somewhere deep in the brain there's
something that makes a man really work when he's
fucking, and something else in men's brains that makes
the sight of it a real turn-on.

We could have stood there all day, but suddenly Matt's
legs straightened, he almost stood completely upright,
and his back arched backwards.  I could hear him
making a long, low inarticulate sound through his gag,
and I knew he must have cum.

He stood there like that for a moment of so, then
stepped back - his dick was still half-hard, and was
shining in the lights, as it was covered in her juices
and his own cum.

"I'll get a cloth and clean him up a bit", the dealer
said, as he was taking the girl by the arm and leading
her towards the door.  "Just wait there."

He came back with a cloth, but I told him only to
clean Matt superficially as I wanted him to have the
smell of the woman around him for the rest of the day,
to remind him what he'd lost when he lost his freedom.

"So that's it, is it?", I asked.

"Well, for you, yes.  Thanks for doing business.  I
hope your training of that slave with the new stuff
goes well - he's a powerful buck, and I'm not sure I'd
trust him uncuffed or unrestrained, without a lot more
basic education."

"Oh, I can handle that.  No, I meant that's it as far
as covering the woman went - my slave can believe he's
going to have fathered a pup in nine months?"

"If only it were as simple as that, sir.  Human
breeding just isn't like that, unfortunately.  I
believe she's in the fertile period, so with a big
load of sperm pumped by your slave, and if he's
fertile - although that falls off with age, as you
know - there's a good chance.  But I'll try to get her
covered two or three more times today and tomorrow -
that not only increases my chances of getting a pup,
but it means that if I use a local slave, he can't go
around believing that the pups he sees are his:  they
might be, and they might not be.  We find it's best
always to use multiple sires, for that reason alone."

"But it's all so risky", he went on.  "Even if your
slave's swimmers all do make it and fertilise her, I
can have bad luck and a girl gets implanted, rather
than a boy.  Then we have to start all over again."

"Uh?"

"Well, I've told you that it's men who are needed most
as slaves - they can work harder, and they're better
for sex:  they have all the advantages, really.
Prices of good bucks are at least 50% higher than
fillies of the same age.  So as soon as a mare is
showing signs of pregnancy we have her tested, and if
it's a girl, we have her aborted so we can start
breeding again."


We left the dealer then, and again I let Matt ride up
front with me as it was a hot day.  I caught that
special smell of a woman coming from him as his body
got hotter in the heat of the day - indeed, I kept the
air conditioning off so that Matt really started to
sweat - as I said, I wanted him to be constantly
reminded of his experience, and to know that it was
now me who was in control of how he used his dick.

Back at the motel we went into the room - I only had
the small bag with a few changes of T shirts and
shorts, as you know, so unpacking took almost no time.
 "Right, Matt, we can do this two ways - either you
can agree to be reasonable, in which case I'll undo
your cuffs, take out your gag, and just chain you
lightly to the bed to make sure you don't run away.
Or you can be obstinate, and I'll leave you as you
are.  But I remember that when I was your slave,
having my arms held up like that for a long time
ultimately made me very cramped.  So the choice is
yours - what do you want to do?  Shall I give you a
bit more freedom, in exchange for your promise of good
behaviour?"

Matt nodded, so I got a two metre restraint chain that
I'd bought from the dealer, clipped one end to the eye
that had been conveniently provided by the side of the
bed, set firmly into the underlying concrete, and
cuffed the other end around his ankle.  I undid his
gag and took it out, and at once I saw Matt starting
to work his jaw in the way that I had when I was first
released - you just can't imagine how tired it makes
your jaw muscles when you can't move them at all for
long periods.  Then I undid the cuffs holding his
hands to his collar, but I decided to leave the collar
itself in place - not only would it be easier to
re-cuff him if I needed to, but making him wear a
slave collar was another sign to him of his servitude.
 And, actually, I thought the steel collar around his
thick, muscular neck added a certain something - but
as I am a careful owner, I did reach up and feel
around it to make sure it wasn't chafing unnecessarily
- I didn't want the skin damaged.  The contrast
between the warm flesh and the cold steel was
interesting to my fingers - I suppose you don't often
feel around a man's collar, and there's a lot of
interesting textures - the big muscles at the back,
the softer skin at the sides, and then the Adam's
apple - it was almost erotic, the way this bobbed up
and down as Matt swallowed in nervous anticipation of
what I might be planning to do.

"Right, Matt - you heard what they said at check-in:
I don't want to pay extra for this room, so we're in
the same bed - just like old times, except for a
couple of changes of status!  But I think we both
stink a bit, and I'm dead tired - I'm going to sleep
for a couple of hours, but first I'm going to shower.

Actually, I took a bath.  I prefer showering,  but I
had Matt stand and watch me as I bathed - his
restraint chain reached as the bathroom door was close
to the bed -  and  half way through he saw me lift my
dick and piss into the water.  You often want to piss
in the bath, and in swimming pools, don't you?  Well,
there's no reason not to, as piss is perfectly
sterile, but I saw Matt looking concerned:  he could
probably guess what was going to happen next!

I stood up, and roughly dried myself on one of the big
towels.  "You next, Matt:  hop in, and don't keep me
waiting around."

"Please, Steve, please.... Might I shower?"

"No! You stink of woman.  You need a proper bath to
soak it out of you.  I don't want that stink around me
in bed.  Now, get in.  And I'm your owner now,
remember?  How do slaves refer to their owner?"

"Please, boss... Please let me shower."

"No, Matt.  I know you like baths - remember those
mornings when you always made me use your water?
Surely there's not a problem with sharing another
guy's bath water?"

"But boss, you've pissed in it...."

"So?  What's wrong with your owner's piss, slave?"  I
deliberately emphasised the words "owner" and "slave",
to make sure Matt got the idea.  "Now, get in - you
remember that amongst the things I bought at the
dealers was a slave prod - shall I fetch it, and
encourage you?  Or are you going to obey me, and
understand that it's me who now calls the shots around
here?"

With a sort of resigned look, Matt stepped gingerly
into the water, as if he was expecting it to be so
acid that it would burn his foot off!  The restraint
chain trailed over the edge of the bath, but otherwise
it was just as if two regular buddies were sharing a
bathroom - there's something special, isn't there,
about having wet, rather than sweaty, bodies in the
close confinement and relatively sparse surroundings
of a bathroom?  Your body shows up so well against the
tiles, and there's usually a big mirror so you get to
see reflections of the two sets of asses, backs,
chests, thighs...  I find it's a real turn on, and
having Matt there in front of me, but lower down as he
was in the bath, just emphasised how much I now had:
this body was mine, and I could do with it what I
liked.  I felt my dick starting to go hard, and the
more I thought about it, the harder it got.   It's a
pity, actually, as I'd thought of pissing over Matt as
he sat there - I'd got enough piss left in me, I
think, but with the hard on, there was no way I could
manage it

I was about to toss him the towel, when I realised his
hair was still dry!

"Matt, stop fucking around.  I want to get some sleep.
 Wash your hair and your face quickly, and get out of
there."

"Please, boss... Please, don't make me...."

I was completely pissed off now.  He just didn't get
it, did he?  I strode out of the bathroom, feeling my
hard dick bob up and down in front of me, and got the
slave prod.  It was the latest model, so it could be
adjusted from "mild" to "stun", and I quickly twisted
it to the mildest setting and strode back into the
bathroom.

I only just touched the prod to Matt's wet, naked
shoulder as he sat there, but it was enough to make
his body convulse and he gave a great cry.

"Now, you fucking slave, when I give you an order, you
obey it!  I told you to wash your hair and your
face.... Now, do it!"

I watched him as he took a sachet of shampoo, broke it
open, and massaged it into his hair - he clearly
hadn't adjusted to having his hair in a proper slave
cut, as with it so short you don't need shampoo, and
soap is perfectly OK.  He reached down, cupped his
hands, and sluiced water over his hair.  Then he went
to stand up.

"Look, Matt, I don't like hurting you!  But are you
deliberately intent on disobeying me?  I told you to
wash your face - it's all sweaty and I want you
squeaky clean.  Why is it so difficult to do as you're
told?"

"Please, boss... Not on my face.... You pissed in the
water...."

"And you should know, Matt, that there's nothing wrong
with your owner's piss.  Even if it wasn't totally
diluted by the volume of bath water, if I chose to
give it to you, you should take it gladly and
willingly if I tell you to.  Now, wash your fucking
face!  I won't tell you again, and I don't want to
have to show you the effect of using this prod on a
setting other than 'mildest', do I?"

Matt took the soap, and gingerly scrubbed it around
his hands before rubbing them vigorously over his
face.  He tried to do his neck, too, but was a little
impeded by the collar.  Then he sluiced water over him
again - perhaps he was learning!

"OK, Matt, stand up and dry yourself."

He stood up in front of me, water running over his
muscled form, and I decided to reinforce his
humiliation by again reaching out and rubbing my
fingers over his waistline.  "Still some work to do
here, as I said", I told him.

He reached out for the clean towel on the rack above
the bath, but I stopped him.

"No! That's for me, tomorrow morning.  A slave uses
his master's wet towel, remember, Matt, all those
times when you threw me a sopping rag to 'dry' myself
with - especially when Bill had used it, too?"

Just as I had had to, Matt stood there trying to dry
himself with my already wet towel.  You can of course
remove the majority of the water, but there's just no
way the skin gets "dry" - you end up feeling as if you
still have a sweat on.  Whilst Matt was doing this I
stood there casually shaving - I could keep an eye on
him in the mirror as I did so.  After I'd finished my
face, I was about to start on my balls when I thought
"Why?"

I'd discovered I liked having shaved balls, as
although it was annoying to have to keep them stubble
free, they felt so much better when I fondled myself.
But, on the other hand, I'd seen from the two cops
that free men tended to have their balls hairy - who
knows, I might have need of a further 'proof' of my
free man status in the near future, so I thought I'd
better let the hair grow back.

Even though I knew he wouldn't need it, as I'd only
shaved his ass and balls the day before, I never the
less reached out and felt Matt's scrotum carefully:  I
wanted him to know that I was considering whether to
make him shave, or not, as it would be a further
reinforcement of our respective roles.

"Just shave your face for now, Matt", I said.  Even
giving him this order gave me a tiny thrill - Matt no
longer had the power to choose for himself whether to
run a razor over his face.  "I'm thinking about a bit
of pleasure with you this afternoon, and I don't want
to get stubble burn all over my ass - when your tongue
goes up into my hole,  I want to feel a nice smooth
chin against my ass."

Actually, I didn't plan to get Matt to tongue me -
yet.  I remembered how devastating that had been when
I was first made to do it, and I didn't think Matt was
there in his training yet.  But saying those words
would get him worried, wouldn't they?

I realised at once I'd gone too far - Matt swivelled
around and reached for the slave prod that I'd
foolishly left on the bathroom shelf.  I saw him start
to move, but was too late to stop him.  He stood
there, pointing it at me.

"Right, Steve.  Your little game is up!  Get down on
your knees."

"Now, Matt, don't be silly - I don't want to have you
punished...."

"It's you who's going to be punished, Steve.  Now I
can speak, I'm going to call the slave police and tell
them my story.  Then when they get here ,they can
verify the statistics associated with the tracker
chip.... And then you're done for!  It's straight off
to the organ banks for you, you young fucker!  Now,
get down on your knees... You're a dangerous guy, and
until I can find the keys for this cuff, I want you
where I can see you."

I was desperate!  What a fucking idiot I'd been to
leave that thing lying around.  I wondered what to do,
but Matt looked menacing, and was moving towards me
with the prod.  I went to kneel, and saw Matt's body
unconsciously relax slightly.  But he was wrong - I'm
fit and athletic, and even from a half-crouch I can
throw myself around.  I launched myself at Matt, and
we both crashed to the floor - it hurt like hell, on
the tiles, and there was a "crack" as Matt's body
collided with the edge of the bath.  It must have
stunned him, as the slave prod shot out of his hand.

We fought then!  We both knew that whoever managed to
get the prod and use it would be the "owner", and the
other would be the "slave", so this was almost like
one of those ancient gladiator fights where both men
in the arena are fighting for their lives.  And, like
the more depraved gladiator contests, we were both
totally naked!

Don't try it, guys - it's really erotic to think about
fighting another man in the nude for something that
really matters, but the reality is that, whatever else
happens to you, your dick and your balls get hurt!
Either your opponent gets them, or they bang onto the
floor as you wrestle, or both.

I think Matt was so desperate that he'd have done
anything to win, and unlike the last time we fought I
knew I was losing - he'd found new reserves of power
or strength from somewhere, and gradually, slowly and
inexorably, he was overpowering me:  it got harder and
harder to break out of his holds, and I never really
succeeded in getting a good one on him.

He'd almost conquered me, and had even gasped "Soon,
you little cunt!  Soon!  It's almost over for you.
I'm going to really rape your ass one more time, then
it's off to the organ banks."

As he became more triumphant, he became careless, and
I saw one last opportunity.  I managed to loop his
restraint chain up over the wash basin, and with one
leg half in the air, he suddenly was at a huge
disadvantage.  Unable to thrust properly with both
legs, he was unable to fight me off when I mustered
all my strength for one last throw at him.  I sat
astride him, knees pressing into his shoulders, and
knew that he couldn't try to "scissor" me off with his
legs, with one of them basically immobile.

As I knelt above him, I looked down at his face and
knew he was having to look up at me.  My dick was
hovering above his head, and I remembered the last
time when the two of us had been like this, only with
the positions reversed!

"You're a fucking slave now, Matt, and don't you
forget it!", I snarled at him.  "Now, with all this
excitement - my bladder's full again.  Open your
mouth, as I need to piss."

"Fuck you, Steve!  I'm not your fucking slave...
I....."

His words were cut off as my stream of piss hit him.
He abruptly shut his mouth and turned his face away,
but I didn't care.  I chose not to force his mouth
open, as he had mine, but contented myself with
covering his face, his hair, and his shoulders with my
golden stream.

"An owner can piss on his slave whenever he wants,
Matt!  Feel the hot warmth of your owner's piss
filling your ears,  pushing against your eyelids, and
soaking your hair.  Have you got the taste of my piss,
Matt?  Is it leaking in through those lips that you're
trying to keep closed?  Is it running up your nose, so
you have the scent of me?  Taste it, smell it, feel
it, and remember that I'm in charge now."

Unfortunately I ran out of piss at that point - I
think I would otherwise have grabbed his balls and
made him swallow, but that could always come later,
after all.

I knelt there, breathing hard, and feeling Matt's body
underneath me.  Somehow he seemed to be completely
deflated - it was as if he'd had one last fling, and
he knew he'd failed.  I didn't think I'd have any
other problems with him, but as I got to my feet I
snatched up the prod, just in case!

"Right, Matt - get on your fucking feet, and clean up
this mess!  You don't want the maid to have to clean
piss off the floor, do you?  Get some of that toilet
tissue and mop up most of it, then use the towel to
clean the floor properly... And be quick about it."

I knew that making him crawl around the bathroom floor
cleaning up my piss would be a further humiliation for
him - there's something about a naked man crawling in
front of you, isn't there? You can see the back and
ass muscles working nicely, and there's the added
interest in seeing his dick and balls swinging between
his thighs as he moves along.

When he'd done, I told him to wash his face again, and
I stood there watching him - some men don't like
having others watch them doing intimate things like
this, but it amused me to see how his dick swung from
side to side as he scrubbed away, trying to get my
piss scent off him.

"Right, Matt, now to bed!  Do you remember how you
wanted us to be buddies?  Do you remember how you
wanted us to be just like two ordinary guys together
when we were alone? Well, I quite enjoyed that, and
I'm prepared to give it another shot, if you are.  But
remember how you changed, from being 'buddies', to
having me 'skinned, tattooed, and branded? You're on
probation, shall we say:  act like a proper buddy, and
I'll treat you like one;  but the moment you try to do
something very unfriendly, like attempting to contact
the slave police, I'll know that you don't really want
to be buddies.  And if you're not my buddy, just an
ordinary slave... Well... I can't have you 'skinned,
as I'm forty years too late.  But I can have you
branded, or I could find someone like the good doctor,
to 'slice' you....   OK?"

Matt looked into my eyes, and I saw something like
defeat there.  "Yes.... Steve.... Boss."

I wasn't fooled, though.  I suspected it was just a
ploy, until he could make the truth known.  What the
hell was I going to do, long term?  Still, I'd
survived this long - and I was sure something would
turn up.

I reached out for his body, and started to play with
his dick as I thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.  I
decided not to fuck him, as I'd prefer his ass to
really heal so that when I next took him it could be
good and hard, without my having to be at all
concerned about possible damage to him.  Still, my
tongue thrusting into him, and my hand gripping his
dick tightly should at least remind him who was now in
charge, at least for the time being!

End Of Part 19