Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2003 01:43:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 9

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 9

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Sam strode to the coffee table, and almost
contemptuously swept the papers of it on to the floor.

"Right, slave - on your back, on this table, head over
the end."

I looked at Matt, but he just shrugged.  He'd
obviously decided to let Sam do whatever he wanted.
And even though he'd only just cum, he was clearly
aroused - his dick was hard again.  He was looking
forward to seeing a 'throat rape', whatever that was.

Sam had kicked his jeans off totally, and now stripped
off his T, too, to stand there proudly completely
naked.

I lay there on the low table, looking diagonally
across the room as my head lolled over the end.
Sam knelt behind my head, and leaned over me. I could
smell his sweat, and I was both nervous and aroused at
the thought of what he was going to do.

He opened my mouth, and stuck a thumb in.  "Suck this,
slave, whilst I feel your neck."

His thumb tasted faintly of dirt, of oil from the
boat, of the pizza they'd just eaten... And I sucked
on it as he'd told me.  With his other hand he started
to massage my throat, running his fingers up from my
chest towards the chin, feeling my Adam's apple as he
went. It felt so intimate - another man usually does
not touch you there, and it was almost more sexual
than if he's got hold of my balls.

"Good... Good strong neck muscles... You're going to
be good to get in to. There's going to be a powerful
reaction in there...."

"Now, listen!", he told me quite harshly.  "I'm going
to fuck your throat.  I'm going to push the whole of
this big dick of mine right down there.  You're not
just going to take the first couple of inches, but all
of it.  My pubes are going to be slamming into your
nose!"

"You won't be able to take it - your gag reflex will
cut in the moment I even touch the tip of my dick to
the back of your throat.  You'll start to choke and
gag.  You'll want me to pull out, so you can recover.
But I won't.  I'll push on in, forcing myself even
down your throat.  You'll feel you're going to die -
all you'll want to do is get my dick out of your
mouth.  You'll want to struggle and tear at me with
those big strong arms of yours and force me out of you
- but you won't be able to, as before I start I'm
going to cuff your wrists together underneath the
table.  I'll start to really fuck your throat then,
pulling my dick up, and plunging it back down. Each
time I pull out you'll choke, cough and splutter, and
each time I plunge back in it will trigger it even
harder.  Your throat and your mouth will fill with
mucus as you cough, and your saliva glands will be out
of control, pouring spit to mix with it and causing
you to drool from the sides of your mouth.  Your chest
will be heaving as you cough and choke, and your eyes
will start to stream with tears as all these things
are linked in your nervous system."

"You'd be screaming at me and cursing, if you could,
but with my dick pressed into you you won't be able to
move your tongue, and anyway your vocal chords will be
in spasm because they're not used to having a big
meaty sausage scraped over them.  I'll just go on
fucking away, and I'll watch as your legs thrash
around, trying to make some feeble attempt to dislodge
me - but my whole body will be forcing my dick down
your throat, and there's no getting rid of me."

"You'll et some relief after a minute or two, though -
my dick will block your throat completely, and you
won't be able to breathe.  To the dreadful choking
you're experiencing will be added the terror of
suffocation.  That chest of yours will be heaving as
you desperately suck in air, but there won't be any as
my dick will fit as tight as a piston.  So you'll pass
out."

"But don't worry, Matt", he went on "I'm experienced
in this - as soon as the slave loses consciousness,
I'll pull out a bit and he'll start breathing again.
And it's only then I'll start fucking him again."

"It usually takes two or three cycles of you choking
and passing out before I cum.  But I always do cum
eventually, and then, and only then, will I finally
pull out of you."

"Oh - and one last thing - don't think you can stop
this by biting my dick off.....".  He bent down, his
lithe, muscled body moving easily, and felt around in
his jeans.  "Ah, here it is... I never go anywhere
without it, just on the off chance I'll be able to use
it.... My wedge.  Open your mouth, so I can get his
between your teeth... We don't want any accidents, do
we."

I could see that both Jase and Matt were fully erect
now as Sam had been speaking - it obviously turned
them on!  Sam pulled his thumb out from my mouth, and
pushed a wedge-shaped piece of wood in.   He was quite
rough as he pulled my jaw open and then rammed the
wood home as hard as he could - I found I couldn't
close my mouth at all, and I lay there, looking up at
him.  I started to tremble, as I hated the sound of
all of this.

"Rope, Matt?"

Jase and Matt were stroking each other's dicks now,
and didn't seem inclined to move.

"There's an old painter just outside the back door."

Sam moved across the room, all the muscles in his
athletic body glistening in the evening light, and he
was soon back with the piece of rope.   He knelt don,
pulled my wrists together under the coffee table, and
lashed them together - as a fisherman, I didn't doubt
he'd use the right sort of knot, and when I tugged
experimentally at my wrists, they were indeed locked
firmly together and there was no possibility of my
breaking free.

His dick was so hard it was almost parallel with his
flat belly as he knelt down by me again, and he used
both hands now to massage my throat.

"OK, slave... Get ready for a proper throat fuck."

I could see his dick, leaking pre-cum, and he moved so
he was half kneeling, half squatting over my head.  As
I looked up I saw his dick rampantly thrusting, his
big balls swaying, and his ass hole, covered by a
light sprinkling of his dark black pubic hair.  As
well as the normal scent of a man's dick and balls,
there was something else, too - a faint overtone of
crap from where sweat was running in his ass crack.

"Right, slave - you can begin by covering my dick in
your spit.  Get it good and juicy, as it will make it
easier for you..."

I licked at him as he held his dick in my mouth, and
did everything I could to get a load of my juice
around it.  Then it happened - He thrust himself into
me, and I took the first couple of inches as usual,
but he went on pushing, forcing his dick ever deeper
into me.  There was nothing I could do to stop him,
with my jaws clamped open and my hands bound
underneath the table.   I tried to scream at him to
stop, but all that came out was an inarticulate
gurgle.  Then my gag reflex cut in, and I was choking
- desperately trying to clear my throat of something
that this strong man was intent on forcing down it.

My eyes were watering, my belly and chest were
heaving.  I wanted to vomit, to cough, to choke....
And still it went on.

He pulled out a bit, and I coughed and spluttered, and
big gobs of my spit went flying everywhere.
"Bastard.... ", I managed to say, before he pushed
himself brutally into me again.

The same terrifying choking started again - when
there's something at the back of your throat, trying
to force itself down, there's no way you can control
your body.  I tried, I willed myself to remain calm,
but my body had other ideas.  My body thrashed around
as my belly was heaving, and I desperately tried to
turn my face to the side.  Sam reached down and stuck
two fingers up my nostrils, and levered my head back
centrally so he could continue to thrust into me.  The
pain of his big blunt fingers forced up my nose, and
the ache from my septum because of the force he used
to twist my head, all added to my misery - not only
was his dick raping my mouth, but his fingers were
violating me in a wholly new, wholly unimaginable way.

He pulled out again, and I tried to recover, but my
coughing and choking barely allowed me to hear him say
"Don't try things with me, slave... I've forgotten
more about fucking men this way than you'll ever
know...."   All I could do was lie there looking at
his face that was stretched into a rictus of
determination and pleasure.

And then he was in again, forcing himself down.  And
he began to actually "fuck" this time, pulling himself
in and out, almost taking a sadistic delight in the
way that I couldn't quite recover on the up strokes,
before he was in me again.

He went on like this for some time, and my spluttering
and gurgling from my spit and the stuff I was gagging
up from my throat and lungs was pouring out from my
open mouth, and spraying across the room whenever I
could manage a cough.  The pain from my stomach
muscles as they spasmed, trying to force air up my
throat to clear the obstruction, was terrible.

"Now for it....", he shouted, and plunged in again so
that his balls were tight against my lips, and my nose
was buried in his pubic hair.  The whole of his dick
was inside me, and he just stopped there.  I couldn't
breathe. I tried to suck air in, and none would come.
My chest was heaving, and my legs were thrashing
around so violently that I kicked over a chair that
had been standing close by.  I tried to tear my arms
lose, but not only could I not exert much leverage,
given how they were tied under me, but a new biting
pain, as the ropes cut into my wrists, flooded through
me.

I was in complete panic.  My brain knew I wasn't
breathing, and it was going to do anything it could to
try to stop me from asphyxiating.  It was like when I
nearly drowned, all over again.  I couldn't think, all
I could do was struggle, and it wasn't doing any good.
 My vision was dimming... Stars flashed in my eyes,
then nothing!

He was slapping my face, saying "Come on, cunt! Wake
up - I haven't finished yet."

I didn't care - I was wheezing and spluttering, and my
lungs were dragging in great drafts of air.  Out of
the corner of my eye I could see Jase and Matt
watching us - they were close together, arms around
each other's shoulders, and they were jerking off.

Sam moved his legs astride me again, and squatted down
and played the head of his dick over my nose and lips.
 "Right, slave.... Now for another fuck...."

And then it started all over again, until I was again
mercifully relieved by passing out.

He did it four times in total, until, when he'd
slapped me hard several times on the last occasion, I
saw that his dick was dripping with the last traces of
a load of cum.

"Right, slave - how was it for you?  It was pretty
good for me -   but your throat isn't as tight as some
I've had, as you're too fucking big!"

I couldn't answer him - stuff was just drooling out of
my mouth, tears were streaming from my eyes, and big
rivulets of snot were pouring from my nose.  My throat
ached, like when you've had a terrible attack of
tonsillitis, only a hundred times worse.   My chest
and belly were still heaving, and all my muscles there
felt as if they'd been forced into completely
unnatural positions.

I could see that Jase and Matt had shot, as their cum
was glinting in the light, and Matt called out "Good
one, Sam!  I've never seen that done before, but I
think I'm going to try it."

"Beats fucking them up the ass", Sam told him. "Any
guy can take it up the ass, and even though some of
them squeal and scream, they know it will all be over
relatively soon and there'll be no permanent damage
done.  But when you force yourself down a guy's
throat, he's completely in your power, completely at
your mercy.  There's not a blind thing he can do about
it.  And it's hot, wet, and the muscles clamp on you,
just like when you fuck an ass.  So you get all the
physical sensation and you totally dominate and
control him.  Fucking amazing - much better than up
the ass."

I was still unable to speak, or to control the fluids
pouring out from me - some reflex had been triggered
from the choking and gagging, and I couldn't speak.
It's just as well, I suppose, else I'd have been
calling him all the vile names I could think of, and
that would have pissed off Matt.  Sam knelt down again
and I saw his dick, covered in my body fluids, close
to my face.  If I could have, I'd have bitten it off.
He reached into my mouth and pulled out the wedge that
had been holding my jaws open, and the wood came out,
sodden with my spit and body fluids.

I started to say "Fucking cunt... You nearly killed
me.....", but Sam stopped me abruptly - he pulled his
hand back and swung and slapped me hard on the face
with his open palm, knocking my face to one side.

"Shut up, slave!  Hasn't Matt taught you any manners
yet?"

Matt now got up and came over, and reached under the
table to untie me.  As my arms came free, I got to my
feet and lunged towards Sam, but Matt threw himself
between us and pushed me backwards.  "Hey, Steve -
calm it!  I told you to CALM IT, you young fucker.
Now, do as I say, or I'll punish you...."

I stood there, my chest still heaving and my face
covered in sweat, spit, mucus and tears.

"I think you'd better go upstairs and clean up!", he
went on.  "And get to bed - We all have an early
start, and Sam and Jase will be going soon."

What was I to do?  I probably could have caused a
fight, but with Matt, Sam and Jase all being fit
strong guys, there was no way I was going to win, or
even do any damage to Sam.  All I could do was turn
around and, broken and utterly humiliated, climb the
stairs.

It took a long time for me to get control of my body
again, and I washed my face several times to clear
away all the stuff still coming out of me.  I
showered, as my whole body stank of dried sweat, and
crawled into bed.  I could hear the three guys
downstairs laughing and joking, and then engaging in
more serious conversation, but I didn't care.  I just
lay there, more depressed than at any time since I'd
been enslaved.  I curled up into almost the foetal
position, and lay there in my own misery, on the side
of the bed.

Matt ultimately came up and got into bed after he'd
pissed, and moved to lie behind me.

"Turn over, Steve.  I need a bit more stimulation -
I'm still horny, even after tonight, and you can jerk
me off."

I didn't say anything, or move. I was too miserable.
I didn't care any more.

"Hey, Steve!  I told you to turn over, as I need
jerking off.  Move it!  My dick's straining for it!"

I still did nothing.

"You young punk - obey me!  If you're going to sulk
like this every time we have a bit of fun...."

I did turn around now, and almost screamed at him
"Bit of fun...?  Bit of fun.....?  I almost died down
there!  You let him almost kill me....  I know I'm
your slave, but I thought you were my buddy, too, in
this house!  You...."

"Shut the fuck up, Steve!  You're not thinking
properly again.  You were never in any danger."

"Look, Sam's a completely dominant guy who likes to
show the world he's in charge.  He had a great time
raping your throat, as he calls it - didn't you hear
how he told you all about it first? He wanted you to
know what you were about to suffer, so you could
compare it with what was actually happening to you,
and so that he would know that you knew he had you
completely in his power.  It was a huge ego trip for
him - Jase won't let him fuck him like that, and it's
only Jase he gets to play with mostly now, as they can
only do it when their wives aren't around."

"He's a free man. He's my guest.  I offered him the
use of your body, and he took it.  You should be glad
that he had such a good time.  And Jase and I enjoyed
it, too - seeing you completely helpless,  thrashing
around so violently and so completely dominated by
Sam, was a real turn on.  And when he used his dick to
completely block your airway and you passed out.... It
was the most amazing example of the way one man has
power over another."

"But it was terrible for me.... I felt as if I was
dying... I hurt all over now...."

"Steve, you're a slave.  No one gives a shit what you
felt about it.  It's your master's satisfaction that
matters.  And, actually, you were in no danger at
all."

"But he could have killed me."

"No!  That's one thing he wouldn't do!  If he'd just
kidnapped some guy off the street, a hitchhiker, or a
migrant worker, and had taken him off to the boat
shed, tied him up, and raped his throat like that, and
something had gone wrong and the guy had died, it
would probably have been OK.  Jase would have helped
take the body out to sea in their trawler, and that
would have been the end of it."

"But if he'd killed you here tonight, he'd have
deprived me of your value - remember, you're a prime
piece of slave flesh, with a VERY high price.  There's
no way he could pay me back, even if he and Jase sold
their boat.  So the courts would order him to be
enslaved when he couldn't pay.... And there's no way
he'd want to end up as a slave.  So you can be VERY
certain that in spite of all his rough handling of
you, he would have been watching you like a hawk to
make sure he didn't go too far."

"Are you going to let him do it again?"

"Probably.  Why not?  You're sore now, and you're
pissed off.  But Sam liked doing it, and Jase and I
liked watching.... And there's no permanent damage to
you, except to your feelings.  And, as I keep telling
you, slaves shouldn't have feelings!"

"Actually", he went on, "All this talk has taken my
hard away.  Now shut up, and get to sleep!"

I did sleep, but I woke up a couple of times from
dreadful nightmares, covered in sweat.  Matt woke up
each time, too - I guess it was because I sat bolt
upright, and cried out.  He put an arm protectively
around me, and kind of hushed me.

"Come on, Steve!  You're a grown man.  Don't be so
fucking hysterical.  Forget it, and move on!"

Having his body close to mine was some comfort, and I
did drift into sleep again.  In the morning, I jerked
him off, as he liked, then when he didn't reach out to
stroke my dick as he usually did, started to
masturbate myself.

"No, Steve, don't do that.  Don't shoot this morning."

I didn't think anything of it - I guess I must still
have been in recovery - and it didn't seem odd,
either, when he made me shave my balls and crack even
though it wasn't a "regular" day.  But he told me not
to shave my face, as he wanted a good masculine look
of stubble that day.

I didn't get a sweat to wear now, as Matt liked me to
go around advertising his business with my tattoos: It
wasn't a problem as the weather had warmed up. I
pulled on my nylon shorts as usual.  We were about to
leave the house to go down to the office, when he
turned to me, looked at me calmly, and said

"Lose the shorts, Steve.  You're going to work naked
from now on."

"What?"

"Yes - you heard me.  Drop them!  You're going to work
completely naked now.  I'm sorry - but I've got to
insist."

"Please, Matt, please don't make me do that..."

"Look, Steve, Jase told me things last night.  After
you'd gone to bed, he asked me why I didn't work you
naked and let you wear those shorts.  You saw how the
doctor used Jase's boat, didn't you?  Well, he told
Jase it was because I mistreated you by making you
wear an unsuitable, 'chafing' uniform.  And he was
going to boycott me until I 'did the right thing'.
And he was going to persuade all the other boat owners
to do the same."

"I can't afford to lose the business, Steve. So you've
got to lose the shorts!"

"But they don't chafe - they're fine... .you gave me
these as they drain quickly..."

"You know that, I know that, and, of course, the
doctor knows that.  But he's a control freak - he is
determined to have you naked, as he likes the look of
your body - remember how he examined you?  He asked me
to make you work in the nude, and I said no.  So now
he's going to make me do it.  And, of course, he's
succeeded - all the owners here know each other, and
if he tells them to boycott me, they will.  Half my
income and two thirds of my profit, come from the
services.... I can't afford to lose that."

"Please, Matt.... Don't make me go naked.  All those
people..."

"Don't be so fucking stupid!  There's no problem with
you going naked - you're a slave, after all. And
you've got absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, after
all - there aren't any other guys I know around here
with a body like yours.  And, anyway, I'd have thought
that a young guy like you would prefer to swim in the
nude - it feels much nicer, you know, when your dick
and balls aren't constrained by shorts... A lot of
guys pay money to go to private sessions in public
pools on 'men only' nights, so they can do just
that..."

"But couldn't you tell the doctor it's not a
problem...."

"You don't listen, do you?  He knows it's not a
problem.  But he likes to have his own way.  He wants
to see you naked, so naked you're going to be.  Now,
follow me!"

I tried to walk proudly down the quay that morning,
following Matt.  My whole body wanted to curl up, to
try to hide my shame  I had to force myself not to try
to cover my genitals with my hands.  The other
fishermen didn't help, either - as we walked past them
and Matt exchanged his normal greetings, they whistled
and catcalled at me, and joked about my dick and how
the  ladies would all be fainting at the sight of it
once the tourists came out!

Actually, it is better to swim in the nude.  It feels
great to have the water flowing freely all over you.
And, I suppose, it is a lot more natural that using a
scrap of cloth to cover just a tiny part of your body.
 We were every busy anyway, so for most of the time I
could stay in the water completely, and in-between
customers I just rested a hand on the quayside and
gently trod water.  Although the sea is very clean at
Seatown, provided my body was more or less vertical I
didn't think anyone could see anything other than the
general outline of my tackle if I remained like that.
I guess they could see my naked ass as I crawled out
to the moored boats, but there was a lot of disturbed
water as I powered along, and that didn't seem to be a
problem for me.

I was beaten, though, as the high tide we'd had that
morning started to go down - soon, I wading back with
the boats, the water only up to my chest.  And by
lunch time, there wasn't any way I could avoid
exposing myself as the water level at the quay side
had dropped to about knee-height!

The sun was warm, and we were now in that lull anyway
when the morning trippers have gone out and have not
yet returned, and there wasn't any work for me to do.
So I hauled myself out onto the warm stones, and just
lay there on my belly, resting and drying off.  As
usual, a little crowd of tourists kept moving past,
stopping to read Matt's advert across my back, and I
think there were a lot more photos taken than usual,
as my ass was naked today, too.

Matt began to find me little errands, though - "take
this back to the office whilst I wait here for
customers", "Go and ask Jase if he's got any fresh
scallops as I need to deliver some to the
Smithsons".... That kind of stuff, that kept me in
motion up and down the quay, so there was no
concealment.  After the first couple of times when it
had been so strange to jog along with my dick and
balls flopping around, and with everyone looking at
me, I almost stopped noticing.

By mid afternoon, it almost seemed perfectly natural -
Matt was even having photos of the two of us taken by
customers who rented a boat.  Some guys, though, fired
off at least 20 shots, and I hate to think how many
porn sites I was going to appear on!

We'd almost finished for the day when the big BMW
purred up again.  It stopped by us, the window went
down, and the doctor looked out.

"Evening, Matt"

"Doctor"

"So, you've taken my advice, I see.  Sensible - those
of us in the ASPCS can't bear to see slave boys
suffering."  He then directed himself at me, and said
"Turn around, boy, so I can make sure that your
master's actions didn't damage you before he as
persuaded to stop."

I did so, and felt myself blushing - even after
spending all day naked in front of loads of tourists,
being "inspected" like this was somehow far worse.

"Good, Matt.  AND you've adopted my idea for the
advertising!  I'll have to charge you a commission!
Now, can you park the car for me as usual, please,
whist the slave swims out and fetches my skiff?"

"Of course, doctor.  Slave.... You know which one by
now.... Go, boy!"

I ran across and dived in as usual, and swam as fast
as I could.  I revelled in the power of my body, and
wanted to say, somehow, that here, working, I was the
one in charge.  That doctor had the power to inspect
me, to make Matt make me be humiliatingly naked... But
here, working, it was me, my body, that was important.

When I got back I hauled myself up onto the quay and
handed the doctor the end of the painter.  I didn't
make any effort to dry the sea water off me, and was
conscious of it running across and down my body,
glinting in the evening sun.  As it does, it made a
little rivulet across my belly, then down onto my
dick, and splashed off - it looked as if I was
standing there taking a little piss.

"My wife can't make it tonight, Matt, and won't be
down until tomorrow morning.  I hate eating alone....
Would you care to join me for dinner on my boat this
evening... I've bought some excellent steak in a cool
bag from the city...."

"Sure, be glad to."

"Send the slave for the stuff from the trunk of my
car, then, please."

I ran off, holding the BMW key, and struggled back
with two big suitcases and a cool box.

"My wife doesn't believe in travelling light", the
doctor said to Matt.  "Tell you what - get the slave
to row me out to the boat, then he can row it back,
and it will be ready for you tonight."

Matt nodded, but the doctor continued "...and you'd
better have him row you tonight, too.  I've got an
excellent bourbon in my stuff, and I know you like
that... I'd hate to think of you rowing back after
dinner with too much of that inside you, or, equally,
of you not being able to enjoy a drink.  If you bring
the slave, he can deal with the boat."

I sat there, rowing the doctor and his luggage, out
across the bay.  My shoulders and arms pulled at the
oars and we almost flew across the water.  I could
feel my stomach muscles working hard to make it
happen.  In the tiny skiff we were very close
together, and the doctor's eyes seemed to be riveted
on the play of the muscles as I worked away, and at my
dick as it hung there in front of him.

When we arrived at his boat and I'd moored us, he told
me to carry the cases up the ladder for him.  We stood
on the rear deck, and he reached out to put one hand
on my shoulder, and cup my balls in the other.

"Sir... Please..."

"Shut up, slave. I'm a free man, and I've a right to
feel a slave if I want to.  And I'm also a doctor,
remember?  Now, tell me, are you still a virgin?  Has
Matt fucked your ass yet?

I blushed, but replied "No, sir.  I mean Yes, sir.  I
mean no, he hasn't fucked me.  Yes, I am a virgin."

"But does Matt use you sexually at all?"

"Yes, sir."

"How?"

"Sir, I think you should ask Matt.... It's kind of
private."

"Slaves don't have secrets! Answer me, boy!"  As if to
emphasise his words, his hand tightened around my
balls.

"Sir, well... I jerk him off, and I give him oral."

"And Matt, what does Matt do?"

"The same, sir."

"So.. Master and slave... Jerking each other off, and
sucking each others' dicks.  How often?"

"Every night, sir, and every morning."

"So Matt's still sexually very active, even at forty
something.  Good!  What's he like?"

"Sir?"

"Big?  Cut?  Thin?    What's his dick like?"

"Well, about like mine, sir.  We're about the same
size generally, as you've probably seen, except that
I'm more muscular.  And it's like that... well.... all
over."

He'd carried on fondling my balls, and as we'd talked
about Matt, and sex, I'd gradually got an erection.
His hands now caressed this, too, and he moved my
foreskin backwards and forwards, as I'd seen men liked
to do.

"When is he getting you 'skinned?"

"Sir?"

"Your foreskin!  When's he planning to have you
'skinned..... Circumcised?"

"He isn't, sir.  He told Sam and Jase last night that
he enjoys feeling me like this..."

"I see.  So he plays with other men, too, does he?"

"Sir, I think you really should discuss this with
Matt...."

"Oh I will, boy, I will.  Now, get back over.. I'll
see you later!"

It was dusk and going chilly on the sea as I rowed
Matt back to the doctor's boat.  I put my back into
it, though, and soon got warm as we skimmed over the
bay.  Matt climbed the ladder easily when we arrived,
pulling his body up with athletic ease, and I
followed.

The doctor was waiting and shook Matt's hand warmly,
and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Come on in.... I don't think you've been below
before, have you?"

"No, doc.  Hey - Steve - make yourself comfortable out
here."

"How interesting, you call your slave by a name!"

"Oh, yes.. .when we're not working... He lives in my
house, that's a bit smaller than this boat!  And, you
know, two guys, living so close.... Well, it just
seems natural to use his name."

"And you fuck him?  When you're in the heat of
passion, do you call out his name?"

"No, I don't fuck him.  We just do the same sort of
things all guys do when they're together - jerking
off, sucking."

"Well, it seems unnecessarily cruel to keep him out
here - there's a chill breeze in the bay tonight.  We
can have him inside, if you don't mind him watching
us."

"Thanks - that's kind.  Although he's a slave, I like
the guy, and I don't like him to be unnecessarily
uncomfortable.  And why should I mind him watching
whatever we do?  As you say, he's a slave!"

We went in, and it was just like those luxurious
interiors of boats you see in all the movies- all
polished dark wood, shining brass fittings, and big
leather sofas.

The doctor and Matt had a drink, then they chatted on
about like in Seatown as the doctor grilled steaks on
a gas griddle built in to the stainless steel galley
area.  As he was going to serve it, the doctor asked
Matt what I was going to eat - "Hey, it didn't occur
to me.  I only thawed two steaks.  What's your slave
going to eat?  He looks a big boy, and I bet he eats
you out of house and home!"

"Thanks, doc.   But I brought along a can of slave
chow - he can eat that.  Just give him a spoon.  And
actually, he doesn't cost a lot to feed - providing I
give him the slave chow, it's surprisingly cheap - I
guess it's made from all the stuff they can't sell in
the normal markets."

"One can doesn't seem much..."

"Oh, it's concentrated and enriched.  But I'm trying
to make him look meaner and leaner anyhow.  Just don't
bother with him - he'll be happy enough with his can/"

The two men sat down to their steaks, baked potatoes,
and salad, and my mouth filled with saliva at the
delicious smell that was wafting towards me.  I
spooned the almost tasteless slave chow down, and I
suppose I was lucky to be given that - it did at least
go some way towards making me feel less hungry than I
normally was!

As they ate, the two men carried on drinking, and were
getting quite happy!  They stopped talking about life
in Seatown, and about their wives.  The doctor was, as
I said, waiting for his to come out from the city the
following morning.  He asked about Matt's wife, and
Matt told her they'd separated almost as soon as their
son, Billy, was born.

"So", the doctor said "You don't live with anyone now
- other than the slave?"

"Hell, no!  After the way that bitch treated me, I
never wanted a permanent relationship with a woman
again.  They're OK for one-night stands, of course.
And some of them are all right to work with.  But I
can't imagine wanting one around the place all the
time again!"

"So you still fuck women?"

"Hey, yes, of course I do!  Do you think I'm some sort
of fag?"

"But you and the slave... You jerk off, and have
oral?"

"Well, any one does, don't they?  It's not like sex,
really - just things guys can do together to keep
themselves fit and happy... If you don't jerk off,
after all, your balls start to wither away from lack
of use. And fucking the five fingered widow's OK, but
getting another guy to do it to you is so much
nicer...."

Both men were pretty high by now, and the doctor moved
closer to Matt.  I watched as he put his arm around
Matt's shoulder, ostensibly whilst pouring Matt a
drink.  Then, when Matt didn't object, I saw his other
hand move towards the crotch of Matt's jeans.  Staring
deeply into Matt's eyes, he moved his hand closer,
then rested it on the prominent bulge Matt was
displaying.

"So, are you horny now, Matt?  Do you want to do a
little jerking off, or oral, with an experienced guy?"

Matt leaned forward, and, to my amazement, reached out
and kissed the doctor, putting his hand behind the
older man's head and drawing their two head closer
together.  I could almost see their tongues lashing
together, and judging by the way that both the doctor
and Matt were moving their heads around ,they were
trying to get deeper and deeper into each other!

They broke off, and the doctor said "Hey... So you
like kissing, too.  Have you trained the slave to
that, too?"

"No.  Just to sex.  I only kiss guys I'm attracted to.
 And you, doc....  Come here!"

They started kissing again, and now both men were
close together, arms intertwined.  Their hands were
running up and down each other's bodies, and stopping
to probe at each other's crotches.

They stopped for a moment, and both men pulled off
their shirts, then started their frenzied kissing
again.  With their chests exposed, they began to bob
their heads down to nip and nibble at each others
tits.  Matt didn't seem to mind that the thatch on the
doctor's chest was all grey and white (Although the
guy was generally in good shape - I guessed he must
work out).

Something seemed to happen and they both got to their
feet, and with their mouths still clamped together
they stated to scrabble at each other's belts, and try
to force their pants off.

The doctor had a good sized dick, but not as big as
Matt's, obviously.  They were holding each other
together, and Matt freed one hand to reach down and
clasp both dicks tightly together and start jerking
them off.  The doctor couldn't speak as Matt had his
tongue deep inside him, but I could see from the way
his ass and legs moved that he was responding to Matt,
and both men were moaning and groaning in-between the
slurps of their kisses.

I couldn't believe they didn't care that I was
watching - or didn't they know, had they simply
forgotten me?   Matt continued to jerk them together,
then stopped, and reached down kind of underneath the
doctor.  The older guy started to moan with real
passion and ecstasy, and I saw that Matt had got his
finger up between the firm ass cheeks of the doctor.

On and on they went, kissing all the time and
exploring each other's bodies in a frenzy of passion -
it was as if each wanted to totally encompass the
other man's whole being.

Matt steered the doctor over to one of the leather
couches, then gently pushed him back on to it.  It
looked as if the doctor' smaller body was completely
covered by Matt's giant frame, and the general
moaning, thrashing and entwining of limbs got more and
more passionate.

I saw Matt pull back slightly and almost stand up,
then he had the doctor's ankles in his hands, and was
pushing them up and back as he moved forward - the
doctor gave a great shout as Matt stabbed his dick
home up the doctor's ass, then both men went quiet as
Matt slowly and gently inserted himself further and
further up the doctor's hole.  When he was buried as
seep as he could go, Matt started to fuck the doctor,
with long, slow gentle strokes- I watched in
fascination as his ass muscles flexed and extended,
and his long, muscular thighs responded by straining
and relaxing.  The doctor was giving little cries from
somewhere inside him, and these synchronised with
Matt's slow fucking.

Matt was staring down at the doctor, then, as he
watched, he suddenly and unexpectedly changed pace and
slammed in and out of the doctor - who gave a little
scream each time Matt slammed his dick fully home.

Matt went on and on like this, but his pace was
increasing and he too was starting to give little
shouts.  The doctor seemed to have lost conscious
control altogether, and was just giving animal-like
cries as Matt pistoned away.  Then the action seemed
to freeze - Matt shouted "Jesus Christ - I'm
cumming!", his back arched to push his dick one last
time into the doctor, and then he just stood there,
immobile.  The doctor had screamed at the same time,
and now just lay there, impaled on Matt's dick.

It seemed to go on for ever, then Matt let go of the
doctor's ankles and leaned forward so that his body
was on top of the doctors.  I saw him start to kiss
the older man again.

After about four or five minutes, Matt gently pulled
out from the doctor, then helped the older man to sit
up, and went to sit behind him.

"OK?"

"Fantastic!  Hey, Matt, you're an even nicer guy than
you look!  There aren't many guys who are that gentle
when they're fucking!  You've got great technique, and
a superb body to go with it. You're one lucky guy, you
know that, to be so handsome, and so talented!"

"Oh, come on doctor - I'm just an ordinary guy who
keeps in shape.  And you're a great fuck, you know
that?  Not a lot of guys don't even tremble when they
see my dick.  But you didn't do anything - just lay
there, and let me fuck you.  No scratching, no
complaining, no lying just like a slab of dead meat -
but a lot of feedback, with all your cries and moans.
And those ass muscles of yours really gripped me and
made me think you wanted my dick to stay up you for
ever.  So thanks..."

"Just give me a few minutes, Matt, and I'll really
thank you.  It usually takes me about 30 minutes to
recover from a fucking, before I can think about
getting erect and returning the favour.  But if you
want to lie down, I can start finger-fucking you...."

"Hey, doc.. N o disrespect... But it isn't going to
happen.  I don't take it up the ass from any man.  We
can jerk off, or I'll happily give you oral, but I
don't take it up the ass."

"Why not?"

"Well, I don't.  Never have, never will.  Don't get me
wrong  - there's absolutely nothing wrong with it,
and, as you've seen, I can give it up the ass much
better than most.  But I just don't take it!"

"You'd better let me prep that slave, then, as I sure
am horny!  And he seems to have a good, firm ass!"

"Sorry, doctor, no can do.  He's a virgin, as I said,
and he's staying that way for the time being.   If you
want to have him jerk you off, or suck you to orgasm,
that's fine - he's a pretty expert cocksucker.  Or if
you'd like me to do that to you, I'd be proud to do
so.  But, sorry, I don't take it up the ass.  And, for
the moment, this one's got to stay a virgin."

End Of Part 9