Date: Mon, 22 Sep 2003 03:19:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 24 - concludes (MM NC BDSM FANT)

AN AUTHOR'S NOTE - CONTINUED  (HARBOUR MASTER, Part 24)

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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That night he was in a better mood, and I ordered the
slaves to go into the slave quarters early, so it was
just Steve and me alone in the bedroom.

He went to call for one of the slaves to turn down the
bed, but I snapped "No, Steve, it's just you and me
tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"We need to work things out, and I don't want those
slaves of yours disturbing us.  I can't ignore their
presence.  You think you can, but all the time you're
watching them - and not because you fancy their
bodies, great though they are:  I didn't know there
were so many unbelievably sexy slaves around - but
because you're looking to make sure they don't make
mistakes.  You're so desperately trying to exercise
your control that it makes you less able to focus on
the important things."

"Fucking amateur psychologist!"

"Shut the fuck up, Steve.... SLAVE!"

I raised my voice deliberately, and he went rigid with
surprise.  "Don't dare criticise a free man, SLAVE!
Now, strip, as I want to fuck you.  Get out of those
clothes, kneel in front of me, and wank yourself
whilst I watch you:  you'd better try to produce a
good load of spunk, as I'm going to fuck you hard, and
that ass of yours isn't used to taking a free man's
cock.  If there's not enough lube, it will hurt you,
not me."

He just stood there, and looked shocked.  "On your
knees, SLAVE!  I want to see you naked in front of me.
 Now, DO IT!  Slaves obey free men, or had you
forgotten?"

I don't think it was just the force of my personality,
and Steve must at some level have wanted to go along
with me.  I expect he rationalised it by saying he was
"playing along", but maybe I touched a chord somewhere
deep down, because he took his clothes off, and knelt.

I went and sat in one of the armchairs, and snapped
"Crawl over here, SLAVE, and kneel in front of me.  I
want to see you wank yourself.  And remember how
slaves do it when a free man is watching - knees
spread, back straight, feet together, ass resting on
your heels, and head bowed respectfully. You haven't
forgotten how, have you, SLAVE?"

He crawled over as I sat there, fully clothed.  It was
exciting to see such a beautiful man wanking at my
command, and I could understand why those who can
afford it like having men so totally in their power.
As I sensed he was about to cum, I snapped "Catch
every drop in your hand!  If an goes on the carpet,
you'll be punished."

There's something even more exciting about a man
supplicating himself in front of you with a hand full
of his own semen.  He knows you're in control, and  I
could see why Steve had found control so powerfully
erotic in his own life.

I slowly got out of my clothes, and walked around
naked, in silence, studiously ignoring Steve.  I went
into the bathroom and showered, then came out and
stripped the covers and the pillows off  the bed so
there was just the plain mattress and the under-sheet.

"Up here, SLAVE. On your back - I like to fuck a SLAVE
so I can see it's face."

As if in a trance Steve did as I said, and I went over
and knelt beside his muscular body and began to
massage his hole.

Look, you all know what it's like to fuck a really
nice ass - well muscled and almost "virgin", as  I
doubted that Steve had been fucked since Matt last did
it.  So I don't need to go into the details.  But I
was gentle, because I cared about Steve, and fucked
him slowly and languorously, taking time to
occasionally bend forward and tease his nipples to add
to his pleasure.  When I sensed that I was about to
cum I pulled out, and shot so that my semen lay in a
great trail all up across his belly and into the
thatch of his chest hair.

I went and washed my cock clean of his ass juice, and
came back and lay beside him, pulling the covers over
both of us.  He was strangely immobile, and I had to
use all my strength to get him to turn to face me.  I
rubbed my body against his, and pushed my thigh up
between his legs.  My cum stuck us together, almost.

"Was that OK, Steve?  Can you smell the scent of me
all over you?  You're mine now, you know, as I claim
you!  I've fucked you, and I've scented you with the
essence of my maleness."

To my amazement I saw a tear trickle out of Steve's
eye, and I gently bent over his face and licked it
away with my tongue, enjoying its saltiness.

"Pete... I'm not yours.. I've spent all this time
avoiding slavery...."

"Hush!  That's not what I meant.  I want you to be
mine, and me to be yours.  You fucked me and possessed
me, and now I've fucked you and I am claiming you as
mine... Are you OK?"

"Oh, yes.  It was great just to lie there for a
change, not to have to make all the running, not to
have to control the slave's dick..."

"Yes.  Even strong men have to relax, Steve.  You have
to give up control sometimes, and providing you trust
the guy you're with, it can be even better to receive
than to take."  I was conscious that this was getting
a bit deep, so I decided to lighten the mood.

"You should have read your bible when you were a kid,
Steve!  I says it all there, you know - Jesus told men
how to behave together.  Didn't he say 'Be done by
others as you would do unto them', and 'It is better
to receive than to give', or some such?"

Steve roared with laughter, as he knew from our
previous conversations that  I thought all religion
was silly superstition.  And then it was fine between
us.

We're still together today.  Taking advantage of the
equal rights legislation in the EU we married a month
later, so that Steve had the right to come and live in
London.  He couldn't continue with his work, of
course, so he mostly sold up in the US (but he still
has the little house by the lake, and we occasionally
vacation there).  He decided he'd had enough of "desk"
work and of organising every detail of a complex
operation and he understands that he doesn't need to
be a master, always totally in control, any longer:
he's happy to work as a labourer on the new
construction sites here in the East of the city - I
often tease him that after all this time he's back
where he started!  He doesn't  need to, of course, as
when he sold his business and his personal slaves,
he's actually very rich - but he tells me he wants to
keep in shape, and they're a great bunch of guys on
the site.  I suspect he fucks some of them every now
and then - when I  pick him up some nights I can see
why, too, as many of them look very fuckable.

He still likes to order me about, though, and he
always decides where we're going on vacation, where
we're going out to eat, what kind of car we're going
to buy, and all that stuff.  Mostly he fucks me, and,
although he tries hard, I can still see him slipping
away into that inner place he goes to where he's
master of the universe as he starts to cum.   If he
gets too bad, though, I humiliate him a bit by making
him wank in front of me, or have him stand naked with
his erect cock on the dining table whilst I eat a
solitary meal, and then I fuck him.  It's a good life,
for both of us.

I've gradually pieced together his life between
"acquiring" Matt and Bill and our life now.  One day
I'll write it up in full, as Steve would tell it, but
here's what happened.

Steve was in a real dilemma about what to do with the
two slaves he now "owned".  He wanted to fuck Matt,
both to continue punishing him by subjecting him to
the humiliation of being dominated, and because Steve
prefers a big, muscular guy to fuck.  But Bill - who
had entered slavery voluntarily to help Steve - wanted
Steve to fuck him.  Bill was only young, and saw Steve
not only as "wronged" but also as a role model.  A
further complication was that Bill still loved his
father deeply, as a son should, and wanted to be
fucked by Matt.

Whilst Steve always maintains that he didn't care for
the feelings of either Matt or Bill, as they were both
"just slaves", I think he did worry that he could not
fully resolve all of these issues (or was it just that
he couldn't see how to completely control the
situation?).  That's the primary cause for all his
uneasiness about what happened, I believe:  what he
did to Bill and Matt affected him more deeply than he
really knows.

They left Flagstaff, and now had a reasonable amount
of money.  After a few weeks wandering backwards and
forwards across the West, they stopped one night in
one of the inland resorts built for sailors and
boating enthusiasts on the shores of one of the big
hydroelectric lakes.  Chatting to a local over dinner,
Steve discovered that there was a run-down dock for
sale, and the next day, he bought it.

Steve was no longer worried about being "denounced" by
Matt, because of Steve's ownership of Bill.  But Matt
really did not "pull his weight" in all the very hard
work necessary to get the dock back into working
order.   That's when Steve discovered the real secret
of his subsequent success - his means of ensuring
slaves really did work to their utmost ability.

Bill and he had been working hard all day, scraping
and preparing the dock for painting, and Matt had been
"pretending" to help, but generally idle.  So after
feeding them, Steve lectured them about the need to
work hard for him, and told Matt that he was to be
punished for failing to give his all that day.  To the
astonishment of both, he chained Matt to the wall of
their house so that he could not interfere, then put
Bill across his lap and spanked him very hard with his
trainer.

Matt tried to break free and rescue Bill as the lad
screamed as the harsh punishment went on, and
afterwards Steve explained that in future punishments
for Bill would be meted out on Matt, and if Matt
deserved further punishment, it would be Bill who
would receive it.  Both father and son became almost
model slaves thereafter, as neither wanted the other
punished for his wrong doings!

Generally Steve fucked Matt, but two or three times a
week he fucked Bill. Steve also ordered Bill to fuck
Matt once a week, as he thought it would be good to
continue to ensure that Bill didn't become a total
bottom, and because he also knew that Matt found this
particularly humiliating.

Steve had thought of making Matt be celibate, so that
he would tend to be erect and leak pre-cum most of the
time, but found a more novel approach to using Matt's
sexuality to further humiliate him whilst amusing
Steve.  As you know, Steve likes seeing big, strong
asses and thighs thrusting away whilst fucking.  He
didn't want to allow Matt to fuck Bill, or anyone else
for that matter, but he told Matt that in future he
could only cum if he fucked a man's hand:  Matt was
not allowed to masturbate, or have another man
masturbate him.  Instead he had to persuade "someone"
to lie on the floor and cup their two hands together,
and Matt had then to lie over them and fuck their
hands!  All the thrusting of normal sex was visible as
Steve watched, but there was none of the excitement of
a real ass - the process was rather like the use of an
artificial vagina that a bull mounts when its semen is
being collected for artificial insemination!

I have the notes I took as Steve recounted how Matt
tried to avoid doing anything for a few days, then was
found illicitly masturbating himself - so Bill was
punished.  Matt then tried celibacy  again, but after
four days had to beg and plead with Bill to lie there
and have his hands fucked.  Steve says it was so
erotic - the father pleading with the son, then seeing
the big man thrusting up and down over the body of his
son, without penetrating him.   And, of course, when
Matt did cum, his son's hands were covered in his cum
and it dripped on to Bill's body, too.  If and when I
ever write this scene up in full, I believe I will
have another best seller!

Matt bought a small fleet of "pedallos" - you know,
the small floating platforms with a paddle wheel that
is turned by the user pedalling away.  They proved
immensely popular with the tourists, who didn't own
sailboats or motor cruisers, as they could get out and
see more of the lake.  And, guess what, it was Matt
and Bill, working totally naked, who had to "manage"
the fleet to and from its moorings in the lake.  Steve
was doing very nicely, making a good living,
especially as he could frequently hire out Matt and
Bill to the very old, the very fat, or the very unfit
to pedal the pedallo for them.

Steve had an idyllic life, really - little stress, a
good income, two slaves - both very fuckable, healthy
outdoor living in a beautiful place, and as much sex
as he wanted: he could either fuck Matt, or Bill, or
both. Or could watch them, if he chose, as Bill fucked
his dad, or Matt "fucked" Bill's hands.  He stuck it
for two years!

Steve told me - and here I have slready transcribed
some of my notes so I will use them in full -  "Look,
I was 26 years old, and a real stud.  Sure, I'd got
two great asses to fuck, but that's not enough, is it?
 A man needs variety.  Man is made to be promiscuous,
and for two years it was the same old asses every
time.  I didn't know what to do, really - I thought of
advertising on one of the bulletin boards, and, to my
surprise, found a guy in the next town along the lake.
 We swapped photos, and he was really turned on when
he saw my body, and I thought his was OK."

"We arranged to meet, and I was to go to his place.
As I drove there I was terrified:  sure, I was great
at fucking and knew I'd leave the guy very satisfied.
But I didn't know how to react to sex with a free man
- I'd only had sex as a slave, or with slaves.  I know
the physical process is the same - but what about
everything else?  A drink first?  Chat?  What if you
don't like the guy when you meet him?   I was so
nervous when I pulled up outside this lake side house
that I almost didn't go in at all."

"Blake was really nice.  Older than me - early
thirties.  Lots of money, and the confidence that goes
with it.  I was sweating so much and kind of
stammering, and I think he thought he'd got a virgin!
But he knew what to do, and we were soon naked - and
then of course he found he'd very much not got a
virgin.  Afterwards we wandered around the house,
still naked, and sat on the balcony admiring the view.
 It was a pretty small house, actually - I'd only seen
one bedroom - but even so it must have been millions
of dollars because of its position."

"Blake told me he didn't live there, but came down
most weekends from the city as he and his father owned
a sailboat.  I suggested we got together the next
weekend, but Blake kind of flushed, then changed the
subject.  I thought I'd done something wrong sexually,
so didn't press it, finished my drink, dressed, and
left.  Two weeks later I was surprised to get a call
from Blake inviting me over, and we had another night
of what I thought was great sex.  Blake had been
talking about sailing the next weekend, so I asked if
we were going to meet, and again he just deflected the
question. So I lost my temper a bit... I remember
saying things like 'Look, you arrogant rich fucker, if
I'm not doing it right, just say'.  It turned out that
he couldn't meet me as his father was coming down with
him that weekend.  'So you'll be sleeping on the
couch?', I said, jokingly.  Blake flushed all over, as
he knew I knew there was only one bed, and sort of
muttered something about he and his dad being very
close,  and sharing the bedroom..."

"''Oh, so you and your dad fuck, do you?  Who's the
top?' I asked, almost as if I was joking.  And the
Blake told me they did - his father liked fucking
younger guys, and Blake was the only one around.
Blake personally preferred older guys, and his dad was
usually the only one available (they both worked very
long hours and didn't have much time to socialise).
Blake was only being fucked by me, who was younger
than him, as he'd failed to find any other partners in
the area.  It hadn't occurred to me that anyone would
be ashamed of fucking with his dad, and I think Blake
was pleased to find a guy who was not judgmental about
it."

"Once the truth was out and Blake could see I wasn't
shocked by it, we laughed and he said he'd invite me
over to meet his dad the next weekend.  The old guy,
George, couldn't take his eyes off me, and Blake
whispered, when we both went out to take a piss, that
his father really fancied me.  I was younger than
Blake, had a great body.. and just fitted his dad's
requirements!  Blake wanted me to let his dad fuck me,
but there was no way that was going to happen, was
there?  I told Blake I would happily fuck his dad -
one ass was much like another, after all, but his dad
didn't take it, apparently."

"George seemed a nice kind of guy, so I picked up the
phone and called home and told Bill to get in one of
the pedallos and paddle across - it was about five
miles by road, but the two towns were separated by a
relatively narrow strip of water. He tied up at
Blake's private mooring, and stood in front of the
three of us - he was breathing hard from his exertion,
and his muscular body -which was filling out nicely
now as he was eighteen and had had two years of good
hard work - was covered in an agreeable sheen of
sweat."

"I asked George if this was the kind of guy he liked
fucking, and I thought he was going to bite my hand
off - he'd never seen anything quite as desirable as
Bill.  So I called Bill over and told him to go to the
bedroom with George, and to make sure George had a
good time!  Poor Bill - he almost burst into tears,
even at his age!  'Please, Steve... What have I done?
I try to please you... ".  I comforted him, and
explained that this wasn't punishment - I wanted him
to learn about being fucked by other men as part of
his education, and that the best way he had of
pleasing me was to go with George and take his dick
enthusiastically!"

"Blake and I made out on the sofa, but I kept one ear
open for what was going on in the bedroom:  George did
seem to be a nice guy, as he talked to Bill for quite
a time, then I heard the sounds of them starting, and,
soon, Bill's cries of passion!  I knew him well enough
 to know that he couldn't be faking it, as I had to
work really hard to get him to make those kinds of
sounds.  Then it went quiet, and I heard the murmur of
voices, and the occasional laugh."

"George and Bill came back in to the room, and George
hadn't bothered to dress.  He saw me still inside
Blake, and sat down to watch, taking Bill onto his lap
and holding the young guy very tenderly.  I decided to
leave Bill there with them that night, and went back
home to Matt."

"He was frantic, of course, but I wouldn't tell him
what I'd done with Bill.  I kind of suggested that
this is how it would be if I'd just chosen to take
Bill off to a slave dealer, and I thought Matt would
go frantic - it really gave him a taste of how worried
I'd been, when slicing had been considered.  I thought
he was going to refuse to let me fuck him at all that
night, and was almost looking forward to a real fight,
so I could rape him again, but at the last moment he
gave in, and fell to his knees, imploring me to get
Bill back.  God, it felt good - the bastard was really
suffering now, and  I felt completely triumphant at
the way I was dealing with him."

"The next morning I still wouldn't say where Bill was,
but instructed him to deal with the pedallo business
properly, as I 'might', and I emphasised the 'might',
to keep him worrying, be going to get Bill back.
Instead, I went to see Blake and George, and found all
three of them still in bed - Bill didn't look at all
worried, and I felt certain that if I sold him to
George, he'd be going to a good home.  I offered Bill
to George for a week's free trial, and they agreed to
take him back to the city with them later that day."

"I really didn't want to go back to work that day, as
I preferred to leave Matt suffering, so I drove around
for a bit, then remembering something I'd seen in the
local paper, drove about fifty miles to where a
travelling slave dealer had said he'd be holding a
sale.  It was pretty well organised - all the slaves
were displayed, as I had been, totally naked, and
conveniently arranged by age and body type so you
could look at just the men (or women) that you were
interested in.  I went to see the owner, and asked if
there were any slaves that he was interested in
selling cheaply, in order to turn the stock, and he
told me that there was a big-built 19-year old farm
boy from Iowa who'd been enslaved after he'd knocked
up his girl friend and refused to marry her - he
hadn't then been able to make the maintenance payments
the state demanded for the kid.  It seems that he was
working on some sort of 'principle' that she should
have aborted, and by the time he realised she was
working on a 'principle' too, the costs had escalated
so high that he had no chance of paying them.  The
dealer had no idea why he hadn't sold as he was
obviously strong and a potentially hard worker, except
that big, rangy body types were definitely out of
fashion!  He was destined for the organ banks after
today, but I could have him at 30 percent off list."

"He looked a bit like a dumb farmer, I suppose - wide
eyed, big nose, dark blond hair (in the regulation
short slave trim), over six foot, large muscles, big
hands, and a long, fat dick.  He'd been tattooed with
his SIN as I now knew was standard, and of course was
pre-'skinned.  I went up to him and did a pretty
thorough inspection, feeling his muscles all over,
then erecting him to see how he looked at attention.
All the time I could sense that whilst he hated my
hands on him he really wanted me to buy him, and I
remembered how I'd felt that day more than two years
ago when I'd seen my last hopes of life fading away as
the afternoon crowds diminished and the chances of a
sale were low."

"The dealer was standing watching, and I asked if I
could try the boy's ass out - he agreed, of course,
and was expecting me to just finger it.  But when I
went to unbuckle my belt and he saw I meant to try
fucking the lad, he  asked me if I wouldn't prefer to
go into one of the travelling caravans.  'No', I told
him. 'I can fuck him here. If anyone wants to watch,
they can, as far as I am concerned.  I am a free man
with a good body and I have nothing to be ashamed
of'."

"Incredibly, it seemed he was a virgin in spite of
having been in the slave system for a few months, as
he had no idea how to take a dick up him.  The dealer
and I had to almost place him in position on his knees
so that I could doggy him, and he was making little
groaning noises of embarrassment and terror as the
dealer first jerked him off, then gave me his cum to
lube him with.  Well it wasn't a very good fuck, as he
didn't yet know how to react, but there was a lot of
bucking around as I mounted him and thrust into him.
He'd have been screaming his head off if he hadn't
been gagged, as he didn't seem to understand that he
should relax and let it happen, not try to fight me.
I wasn't sure about buying him: these big, strong guys
could be unpredictable I thought, and in a year or so,
with proper diet and hard work, he'd be so strong that
he might resist me.  But it seemed a pity to let the
organ banks have him, so I agreed to buy him at that
very advantageous price, contracting to send the money
within one month.  One of the advantages of the slave
system is that bad debt is a thing of the past, and
men are now far more likely to agree to settlement
terms like this, as defaulting is likely to lead to
enslavement."

"Just as I was leaving with the boy, still cuffed and
gagged, I heard a terrific noise coming from one of
the caravans.  The dealer ignored it, but when I asked
what it was he told me it was a completely
ungovernable slave - a slave so indisciplined, so
impossible to train, that they'd had no choice but to
withdraw him from public sale.  He was just being kept
locked up until the collection van form the organ
banks met them the following day, and he knew it!  In
spite of being gagged and chained, he was throwing
himself around in his cage in sheer uncontrolled
physical rage."

"Somehow this excited me, and I asked to see him.  The
dealer was reluctant, as the slave was so violent, but
I insisted.  His sale sheet told me that he was
formerly a marine, a sergeant, aged 28, who'd
basically been sentenced by a court martial to
enslavement for having sexual relations with the wife
of his colonel.  He was a good looking slave, with a
hard, wiry body - only about 5'11" tall, but not an
ounce of fat on him.  'We did all we could', the
dealer told me, 'but he just wouldn't go on display.
Any potential buyer that tried to handle him, and he
lashed out.  So it's off to the banks for him
tomorrow'.  'Leave me with him for a few minutes,  and
take my slave to my truck and tie him in the back', I
told the dealer."

"I went and stood and looked at the guy, and his
efforts to kick the cage in were redoubled.  He was
covered in sweat form his exertions, and had broken
his skin in several places as he lashed out at the
bars.  I stood there, motionless, and gradually he
stopped and stood there glaring at me.  'I am your
last hope, boy', I told him. 'If I decide not to buy
you, the organ banks get you tomorrow.  Do you know
that?'  The slave nodded.  'So do you want that?'  He
shook his head, violently.  'Look, I know how you feel
- no, really I do.', and I related to him how I'd been
facing the same fate.  'Now, your very last chance.
Do you agree to be my slave, or shall I simply get out
of here?'

"He might have been violent up until now,  but he
wasn't stupid.  I could see that he had - temporarily
- accepted defeat. I think he had recognised that I
was a natural master, and probably something in his
marines training made him ready to accept a true
authority figure.  'If you want me to buy you, you
must accept that I will use you sexually.  Do you
agree?'  He shook his head violently, so I turned and
walked away.  At once the kicking and muffled roars
started again, and I turned around.  He at once
quietened.  'Changed your mind?  You do accept it?'
He nodded, slowly, and stood there with head bowed.
'Very well, kneel down with your ass right up against
the bars.  Press your shoulders into the ground.  I'm
going to fuck you through the bars, hard, and without
any preparation.  It will hurt you like hell
physically, but marines are supposed to be tough.  And
it will probably hurt you more mentally, as you seem
to be a breeder - although, as a marine, I guess you
might have had some fun times in the barracks'."

"Well, it's no fun trying to fuck a virgin, dry,
through bars, and I didn't enjoy it at all.  And I
know the marine hated it even more as he must have
been hurting when I'd finished.  He was almost
sobbing, as he lay on the floor of the tiny cage.  I
got 30% off him as well, and he was very subdued when
I had him chained in the back of the pickup, next to
the farm boy."

"Now I had to act, of course, and so I went home via
Blake and George's house, and negotiated a very good
price for Bill.  I let the lad listen to the
conversation, so he'd know how much I was concerned
for him - by forcing a very high price, I knew that
his new owner would be inclined to take very great
care of him.  Somehow, though, he didn't see it that
way, and he hardly spoke to me as I formally handed
him over to George. He even tried to plead with me -
'Steve, I only did this for you... And now you are
selling me!'.  He had to be set right for the future
though, so I was stern, replying 'You are a slave, and
never forget that.  You enslaved yourself - no one
asked you to.  You are my property, and after two
years I am bored with your ass and so I have decided
to replace you.  Learn the lesson that your owner can
do with you as he chooses - learn it now, or you may
have big problems in the future.  It really is for
your own good, as George will be a good owner'.  I
know Bill did not accept this, as he thought he was
something special to me, but I really was bored and I
did need to move on - a man has to think of his own
pleasure, doesn't he?"

"Actually, I did not completely sell Bill to George:
I had been thinking about this and had decided that I
would only give him a very long lease - technically,
Bill was still my property.  When I got back to Matt,
I could then still hold over him the fact that if I
was enslaved again, Bill would revert to the state and
might be sold to anyone.  Nevertheless, George would
pay all the lease fees 'up front', so I would get
capital out of Bill."

"I was talking to Blake in the kitchen, having a beer
before setting off home, and  George had taken Bill to
the bedroom to give him his inaugural fuck as the new
slave.  'Well my dad is OK now', Blake said, 'But
where does that leave me?  Dad likes to fuck younger
guys, so he will be obsessed with Bill and I will miss
out'.  'Well, you can come here every weekend and I
will fuck you...'.  'Steve, I love your dick, I love
the way you know how to use it. But you are not as old
as me, and for me, it's not the same - I want an older
guy.  You are OK as an occasional fuck, as a friend,
but not for a long term partner.  I would buy a slave,
but it is so difficult to find one who tops - the
slave training of all the slaves coming through the
system seems to turn them all into completely
compliant bottoms."

"Well, that was it!  Within minutes I had sold Matt to
Blake for a very good price, and drove home sitting on
a very handsome profit, even after I'd bought the farm
boy and the marine.  Incidentally, I don't remember
their names - after Matt and Bill I never kept a slave
longer than a year, and I never thought of them with
names so that I was not tempted to get too attached to
them."

"At home, Matt was still fretting about Bill, and he
almost attacked me when I told him that Bill was sold.
 And when I told him how he still could not turn me
in, he was almost apoplectic.  Then I got serious.
'Matt, you did terrible things to me as an owner.  I
worked hard for you, but you were going to have my
dick and balls taken off for no real reason.  I
punished you by making you a slave, and now I have had
enough - I have sold you, too, but unlike you, I am a
kind, considerate guy - you are sold into the same
household as Bill!  Now, one last time, get down and
kiss my dick, as a sign of your gratitude and so that
I can see that you fully accept the position and your
slave status.  I can still back out, you know, and you
might then never see Bill again."

"Well, that was that - I still have a house at the
lake but I only go there occasionally.  The pedallo
business was sold long ago, and a young guy and his
brother run it - I don't think they do as well as I
did, as being free men they can only swim around in
tiny posing pouches, and I think a lot of my customers
came to look at Bill and Matt in the nude.  But during
my time there, I think I can rightfully say I was a
'Harbour Master'!  I started off being a slave to
Matt, the Harbour Master at Seatown, and now I was a
master in my own little harbour!"

"It's good, during my visits, though, to see that
Blake, George, Bill and Matt seem still to be happy
together, and in a way, all four of them have what
they want - younger/older, top/bottom, although I
advise Blake all the time to fuck Matt occasionally to
make sure he remembers he is a slave.  In fact, on my
last visit, I kind of insisted, and I took Matt
myself, quite forcibly, whilst Blake, Bill and George
all watched, just to remind him of old times!"

"That farm boy and the marine were the basis of my
fortune.  I really trained them for about six months,
using the 'buddy' principle - even the marine buckled
and took instruction properly when he saw it was the
innocent Iowa farm boy who got whipped if the marine
had displeased me.  After six months, I sold them as
properly trained slaves, in really good shape, and
totally used to obeying a master's every order.  My
profit on them was substantial, after my 30% discount
on buying them, especially as they were such perfect
specimens and fetched a premium price.  And so I did
it again, and again, and again."

My notes are not complete beyond this point, and one
day I must get Steve to tell me more detail.  But with
a very substantial capital from selling five pairs of
slaves at high profits, and a steady income from his
little business that he ran totally with naked slaves,
he had acquired a bit of a local reputation as
"someone who knew how to deal with slaves, especially
if they were not behaving".   Other men started to ask
his advice on the treatment of their slaves, and he
got interviewed on local TV once after he'd helped a
woman tame a pair of brothers she'd bought and who had
initially refused to service her in the ways she
liked.

One of the national news programmes had left New York
for the day and their anchorman heard this story, and
arranged to interview Steve for their breakfast show
the following morning, and it all went from there -
he's so handsome, so good looking, so intelligent, and
has such a ready wit that the switchboard jammed with
calls.

He diligently answered all the e-mails after the
progrmame, and one was from a publisher who was having
problems with a slave about Steve's age that he'd
bought, and who the publisher said was "arrogant".
Steve had the man for two weeks, and after that the
publisher had no more problems - Steve told the
publisher to threaten to send the slave back to Steve
if he didn't like his behaviour!  The publisher was so
impressed with Steve's manner (and enjoyed a good
weekend in bed with Steve, I believe) that he
suggested he write a book.  "The Care And Management
Of Slaves" was getting to be a bit old fashioned, and
Steve's book, "Yes, YOU can train your slave!" with
its emphasis on practical methods  that any man could
use swept to the top of the best sellers. It's never
been off the list since.  The royalties made Steve a
seriously rich man, and other than having to produce a
new edition every now and then, he didn't need to do
much.

It was pure chance that I met him in France - it was
risky for him to travel, as I've told you, but when he
vacationed in the US his face was so well recognised
that he couldn't really enjoy any free time because of
all the people who want his autograph, and free
advice!

In addition to writing his book, Steve kept a small
"farm" of slaves that Steve was "bringing on" more as
a hobby than anything else - Steve really didn't need
the money.  But it amused him to train the men, and he
could honestly say in his book that everything he
wrote was based on sound, practical experience.  He
was a good master, though, and many slaves have cause
to be grateful to him - whenever he went to an
auction, he'd always look at the "bargain rail" to
inspect the stock that's otherwise destined for the
organ banks, and somehow the "farm" got more than its
fair share of these slaves.  He saved them from an
early death, so they could live out useful and
productive lives, once he has adjusted their attitude.
 In the early days of our relationship I didn't mind,
really - that dick of his needs constant attention,
and after he'd been in the training sheds all day, I
could at least be certain that he'd only want to fuck
me once that night.

I suppose we could have continued to live a simple
life on the farm, with me taking trips to work at my
writing, but I didn't think it was really doing Steve
good to be forced to continue to play the tough,
demanding, harsh master all day.  He really did need
to give up some of his almost insatiable desire to
"control", and so I persuaded him to sell up totally
and come to London, as I have mentioned.  It really
does suit him better to lead the life of a labourer,
just clocking in each morning, following orders, then
clocking off each night without a care in the world.
I think his complete desire for "control" was over
compensation for the traumas he'd suffered as a slave,
and with my guidance  and my occasional correction of
him as I described earlier, he's much happier.

As I said when I started this little memoire, "Harbour
Master" itself, where I finished it originally, is a
moral tale of a poor boy making good through his own
efforts.  Steve's subsequent achievements in life are
a lesson to us all, I believe, and show what hard work
and a healthy interest in sex can do for a man.

Pete Brown.
THE END