Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 12:34:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Slave, Part Two

MY NEW SLAVE  By Pete Brown.

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Part  Two


I watched as the boy slowly unbuttoned his shirt and
then pulled it out of his pants and took it off.  He
seemed uncertain as to what to do with it, then
seeming to make up his mind, he roughly folded it and
laid it on one of the large armchairs.  He seemed
resigned to doing what I had commanded then, and
pulled up and took off his white T-shirt next, laying
it in turn on top of the shirt.  I was thrilled by
what was revealed - his neat torso was lightly
muscled, two nicely sized dark aureoles could clearly
be seen through the agreeable patch of dark hairs on
his chest, and from there a treasure trail ran down
past his nicely-turned navel, across his flat belly to
disappear into his waistband.

He hopped around from one leg to the other as he undid
his laces and kicked off his sneakers, and then, eyes
still cast down as if this was in some way hiding him
from our gaze, he slowly undid his belt. And then, one
by one, as if he was hoping that a miracle might occur
and the cavalry would come riding in to save him or
something, the buttons on his jeans followed and he
began to push them down and stepped out of them.
Having started the business of lightly folding his
clothes he evidently felt the need to continue, so we
watched as he stood there in his boxers and socks,
picking up the bottoms of the legs, tucking them under
his chin as he pulled the seams straight, and then
moving them to the pile of his clothes.  He actually
looked at me then, with a pleading look in is eyes as
if he was hoping that I might have changed my mind,
but the sight of his butt outlined in the stretch
fabric of his boxers, and the promising bulge in the
front, were enough to make me want him to continue,
even had I been inclined to let him keep them on!

Seeing no movement in my face, I saw his expression
change from one of hope to one of despair, and slowly
he pushed the boxers down and stepped out of them -
needing then, of course, to fold them and take a step
towards the armchair to lay them down, and a step
back:  movements which, I think, he would have
preferred not to have had to make.  He stood there
then, holding his hands loosely in front of him to
shield his genitals from my gaze, and I had to say
quietly "Arms to the side, boy", to get him to reveal
himself.  The reluctance with which he did this only
added to the huge excitement that was building in me,
and to my joy I saw that he had not been cut - is
long-ish slim dick, darker in tone than his white
loins, still sported that delicious flap of skin at
its end.  But unlike so many uncut men who are spoiled
by an ugly loose protuberance stretching past the
natural end of the dick, Dan's foreskin stopped neatly
at the end, and part of his head was visible:  some of
his piss slit and a small circle of his dick tip was
lying there, exposed.

"The socks, boy.... You've forgotten the socks", I
told him.

He started to actually blush with embarrassment as he
had to stoop down and hop from leg to leg to pull his
socks off, and this of course allowed Steve and me to
see his musculature in action, and I knew that he knew
that he as exposing himself to our gaze as he executed
these simple manoeuvres.  I could see Steve was as
interested as I was: his mouth had opened slightly and
the tip of his tongue was running along is lips, and
blood was starting to engorge his dick - not enough to
make him fully erect, but sufficient for someone who
was as familiar with it as I was to see how it was
starting to move away from his sac.

"Come over here, boy", I commanded him, and he took
three steps towards me and stood there.  I put my
hands on his shoulders, which were filmed with a faint
sheen of sweat as he was so tense, and exerted a firm
but steady downwards pressure on them as all the time
I kept my eyes locked on his, indicating that he
should kneel.   His eyes were at my crotch level then,
and as he knelt there I knew that he must be able to
see my dick that was straining and thrusting against
my own pants in an effort to escape, so erotic was I
finding it to have this naked young man kneeling in
front of me under the control of my hands.

I began a slow but methodical examination of his head,
cupping my hands around him and using my fingers to
feel his ears, my thumbs to probe at the corners of
his mouth, and then digging in to the strong muscles
in his neck to gauge their power, and to feel his
glands to make sure there was no swelling.    I pushed
my thumbs at his mouth again, and when he opened it, I
probed around for any loose teeth or any sensitive
areas with my fingers, knowing that he would find this
a gross intrusion on his body as young men are not
used to tasting another man's hand like this.

Satisfied so far, I put my hands under his pits,
feeling the sweat hot and moist as I did so, and
exerted an upwards pressure to show him that he should
get to his feet.  He stood there then, still looking
at me, and I brought my hands down his sides a little
so that my thumbs could just brush lightly over his
nips whilst my fingers kept an insistent pressure on
him so that he was constrained not to move.  It was
good to see them stiffen almost instantly, and to jut
proud and hard under my stroking - a man with
sensitive nips like that is usually going to be good
in bed once he has been properly trained, I find.  But
I was keen to press on, so my hands moved down his
sides, my fingers and thumbs searching out and
exploring his ribs and his belly, and I continued
down, reaching around so that I could feel the outline
of his muscular butt.

His thighs and flanks deserved  to be felt properly,
but I did not want to have to stoop low or even kneel,
and decided that these could wait until later.
Keeping my gaze locked on him, I put my right hand
behind him just at the base of his spine, and pushed
my little finger gently and not very far down into the
crack at the top of his butt.  He gave me an imploring
look, but I had no intention of exploring there
further at the moment - no, my whole purpose in having
my hand behind him was to exert a psychological,
rather than a physical, control over him:  I was about
to take his dick in my hands for the first time, and
it's been my experience that men, especially young,
untrained men like Dan, tend to jerk away.  I wanted
to avoid such action, and I've found that the steady,
firm pressure of a hand on the back, low down, is just
sufficient - especially as the boy's mind would
initially be focused on the sensation of my finger in
his butt crack, and would not be anticipating the
touch of my fingers on his dick.

I curled the fingers of my left hand - like a lot of
clever, innovative men I am left handed - around his
dick, revelling in the softness of it.  Then, as I
continued to keep his gaze, I started to stroke it
with my thumb, even though his lips were almost
forming the word "No" and there was a just perceptible
sideways motion of his head as if he really wanted to
shake it in disapproval but was afraid to.  He
couldn't control his body, though, like most men,
especially young men, and as I continued to tease his
dick I felt it start to swell and expand to my touch.
It was exciting to push his 'skin back with my thumb
and feel his moist dick head - one of the advantages
of the uncut, I think, is the way their heads are
always so appealingly moist and shiny when exposed.
But I did not want to linger unnecessarily, and
reached under him to cup his balls in the palm of my
hand - nice, well rounded balls hanging in a loose
sac, as I prefer.  Of course I did not much like the
wiry hairs covering his balls, but that would soon be
attended to and I knew that the next time I was
stroking these parts of him I would be a much
pleasanter experience for me.

Reaching up I put my hands on his waist once more, and
then pushed him away from me gently so I could take a
longer-distance view of him.  He saw me looking at his
erect dick and blushed deeply, but I said quietly
"Turn around, boy", and then, when he had done so,
"Hands on your head."

He had that almost perfect male shape, which is so
often most noticeable in the younger male - wide
shoulders topping a body tapering down to the waist,
with the buttocks then flaring agreeably.  His spine
was nicely visible, always something  I like, and the
point at the base of it where the ass crack starts
seemed almost perfect - so often a man has a large
flat area there, and this spoils it a little for me.
He was just on that cusp of manhood where he'd lost
the scrawniness of youth and was gaining the proper
musculature of manhood, and I knew that provided I
kept him properly exercised and fed he could be like
this for many years - so often men either let
themselves go so that their wastes thicken, or,
conversely, they thrash around in the gym so much that
ugly layers of muscle can spoil the perfection of the
natural male form.  I was determined that neither of
these things should happen to Dan, and looked forward
to many hours of pleasure from the sight of him in the
following years.

I commanded him to turn around again, and saw that his
erection was failing.  He stood there uncertainly in
front of me, arms loosely at his sides.  "Very nice",
I commented.  "I enjoyed seeing you at my pool last
week, and did not imagine that I would have the
satisfaction of owning you.  But  I would like to see
you erect again, as I did not see you moving around
with an erection a moment ago."

"Please, sir, please, no...."

I pointed at Steve, who was standing quietly to the
side, having taken up the correct "slave rest"
position as you would expect a well trained slave
would.  His hands clasped neatly behind him caused an
agreeable tension in his body muscles, and I smiled
inwardly as I noted that the sight of the boy had
evidently been as arousing to him as it was to me, as
his dick was sticking out at right angles to his body,
ramrod straight.

"Now Daniel, I don't want us to start off in the wrong
way - I don't like having to order punishment for my
slaves, as I would prefer them to obey willingly and
naturally.  You do not, I am sure, want me to order
Steve there to spank you again, do you?  Look at Steve
there - he's erect, and he's not ashamed of it... are
you, Steve?"

"Sir, no, sir!"

"You see, Daniel, it is perfectly natural for my
slaves to be naked and erect in front of me if I so
desire.  So please avoid the necessity for punishment,
and do as I say!"

Slowly, as if he needed to unfreeze his limbs
gradually, Daniel reached down and began to stroke his
dick.  He was blushing furiously, and I could see more
sweat breaking out all over him - sweat caused not by
the effort of his physical exertions, but by the
tension he was under, I supposed.   Finally he stood
there, his dick jutting out from him, way above the
horizontal as is do often the case with younger men.
I commanded him to turn to the side, and then to the
other, not only so that I could enjoy seeing how his
dick bobbed up and down as he did so, but also to get
him used to the idea that he should move around like
that in front of me as I watched.  He needed to get
rid of those silly inhibitions that so many young men
have about not allowing older men to enjoy the sight
of them in the glory of their youth.

"Excellent, Dan.  Now, it seems I am the odd man out
here - I'm the only one with my clothes on, and my
next use of your body requires my dick...."

As I said this I saw him shudder in alarm, but he said
nothing and watched like a rabbit caught in the
headlights as I started to unbutton my shirt.

I use Steve as a valet sometimes, especially when I'm
travelling and only want to take one slave with me,
and so he knows what to do.  As soon as I began to
undress he efficiently and silently moved over and
helped me, taking my shirt and folding it neatly.  He
then dropped to his knees to undo my belt and unzip my
pants and to help me out of them, followed by my boxer
shorts, as I put one hand on his strong muscled
shoulder to steady myself.  All the time I could see
Dan watching almost in horror at the way this big man
bent himself to perform these intimate services for me
so willingly.

For an older man I am in good shape, as I've told you.
 I'm tall and well muscled, and the rigorous exercise
I do with Steve and the iron control I exert over
myself to stop myself overindulging in food and
alcohol has meant that I have not thickened with the
years.  My hair shows my true age, of course, as the
thatch on my chest and belly and the bush around my
pubes shows signs of grey, but otherwise I would put
many men half my age to shame.  It doesn't matter, of
course, as a master can never have anything to be
ashamed of in front of his slaves, and I could have
stripped in front of them without hesitation even if
I'd had wizened, shrivelled muscles and a huge sagging
belly and tits.  But I do travel, and I like think
that in hotels where I go to use the communal exercise
rooms and pools, I still cut a figure that I can be
proud of - indeed, I know this to be true, as I've
never had any problem in attracting much younger men
back to my room once they've seen what I have to
offer!  I don't have that perfect "finish" that Steve
has, but then I am at least fifteen years older than
he is, and, of course, I do have real work to do - my
sole purpose is not to keep my body a that peek of
perfection that a maser expects from a slave who is a
personal trainer.

I put my arm companionably around Dan's shoulders and
pulled him closer to me - he seemed reluctant to let
his bare skin make contact with mine, but the firm
pressure I exerted was enough to prevent him moving
away as with my left hand again I reached down and
across his body to shake his erect dick.  "Very nice,
boy", I complimented him.  "We'll make sure it's in
good working order in a few minutes, but first I want
to explore this a little more...."  As I was speaking
I'd allowed my hand to fall down from his shoulder to
rest on his butt, and I gently pushed the tips of my
fingers into his crack.

"No, please sir, don't.... I'm not a fag, sir... I've
never taken dick...."

"You've never been with another man?  Not even done a
bit of mutual jerking off? Not your buddies at High
School?  Your team mates in that soccer team your
father said you were in?  Not your roomie, even when
you'd had a few beers...?

"No, sir.  I don't go with men at all, sir."

I laughed quietly and calmly.  "No, Dan, you're wrong
there.  You mean 'I used not to go with men, sir'.
Remember, you're a slave now, and you have no choice
in the matter.  You do as I say.  Why do you think I
keep a slave like Steve here as a personal trainer?
Do you think that's his only purpose in life?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Well, let me tell you, when I first bought Steve he
too said he never took dick or went with men.  But as
Steve will tell you, that didn't matter - it's only me
who gets to choose what he does, and if I choose to
make him take dick, then that is what he does.  You'll
soon get used to it, just as Steve has - although as
I'm sure he'll tell you, he still doesn't like it all
that much.  But it's just not relevant - a slave
obeys, remember?  Nevertheless, there are some parts
of man to man sex Steve has really come to enjoy, as I
think you'll find out..... And no doubt there will be
aspects of it that will interest you, too."

As I was saying this I continued to lead him over
towards the bed, and once we got to it  I sat him
down, then gently pushed him so that he was lying on
his back, and helped him roll over onto his front so
that his buttocks were conveniently at the edge of the
bed and his feet rested on the ground.

It's much easier to fuck a slave when he's on a
"horse", as I'm sure all my readers will know -
especially when it's the slave's first time.  Not only
can you adjust it to get the slave's ass at exactly
the right height (assuming you've spent the money on a
fully adjustable model, that is!), but having the
straps and attachments allows you to take even the
most violent slave with absolutely no risk to
yourself.   Indeed, I quite like a very reluctant
slave and for them I always make sure they are only
loosely attached to the horse by the wrist and ankle
restraints, so that their bodies are free to thrash
around under me.  Not only does it make for more
excitement to have a "buckaroo", as we tend to call it
around here, but the slave gets to learn better that
he has no free will any longer.  If he's strapped down
completely with the shoulder and belly straps, I find
that he gets resigned to his fate as he knows it's
inevitable and he doesn't "blame himself" quite as
much.  But seeing that he can struggle as much as he
likes and it's totally futile, my dick entering him
makes him feel utterly subdued and controlled.

Still, the "horse"  is a little traumatic for most
slaves, especially young virgin ones;  and I rather
relished the prospect of having a lithe, fit young guy
in my bed, as I've told you.  So young Dan was going
to get his first real experience of proper sex on the
bed.  It was a little concerning, as although I'm
taller and heavier than he is, these very young men
can often have surprising power in their bodies, and I
thought that Dan might anyway have experience of
physical violence from his soccer team activities.
Everything screamed caution at me, except that my
desire to split those delightful buttocks and thrust
my cock home deep inside him for the first time was
overpowering.

As he lay there, I gently ran my hands over his butt
as I sat beside him, noticing the deeper-hued patches
from Steve' earlier spanking.  "Now, Dan, I'm going to
fuck you.  And we can do it in two ways..."

"No, please, sir...."

I slapped him then - not as hard as Steve had done,
but hard enough to make him yelp at the sheer
unexpectedness of it.

"Silence!  A slave needs to learn not to interrupt his
master.  Now as I said, I'm going to fuck you.  That's
not negotiable.  But we can do it two ways - I can
treat you gently and carefully and do it slowly and
gently, just as if you were my own son who I was
introducing to the delights of proper man to man
interaction.  Or you can decide that you're going to
struggle and fight, and then I'll have to have Steve
here hold you down whilst I do it hard and brutally.
 Now  personally I don't care which way it is - my
dick gets up your ass either way, and I'm equally
happy with a slow, gentle fuck, or the excitement of a
 more vigorous thrusting as I rape you.    You can
choose - the only thing you can't choose is to remain
a virgin  - that's not a n option for a young male
slave of mine."

He turned his head and face towards me, looking the
picture of misery, somehow seeming to make his body
look as small as possible.  He made no comment, so I
said "Very well then, we'll start slow and gentle, as
this is your first time  But if you show any
resistance, any resistance at all, Steve here will
grab you and beat you."

As I said this, I moved my hand down on to his butt
and gently pried the two halves apart. He wriggled
uncomfortably on the bed, but I persisted, and was
rewarded by my first sight of his asshole,  the neat
pucker lying dark against the stark whiteness of his
skin.  His crack was filled with his jet black hairs,
of course, which somewhat spoiled it for me, but this
could be attended to later - I had decided to allow
him to remain hairy generally, but I like all my
slaves to have clean-shaven asses and balls as it
makes the sensation so much nicer for me.

I put my finger to my lips and slathered it with spit,
and then went and teased his pucker as I kept his
crack open with my other hand.  He wriggled and
squirmed a little and gave a short sigh, and I smiled
inwardly - like so many men who protest that they do
not take dick, young Dan was beginning to find that it
was an unexpected pleasure to have his asshole played
with.  I sometimes think that one of the benefits that
slavery has delivered to our society is that so many
more men have been given the opportunity of finding
out that dicks and assholes are perfectly made for
each other.  They get to enjoy proper sex  - and not
just when a master, rightly, decides to use the slave
as I did Steve and Dan:  No, I knew that almost all
the coffled niggas working in my fields, and all the
men slaving in my factories and warehouses, had
discovered that sex with their fellow slaves was
totally enjoyable.  Indeed, it was one of the few
pleasures available to them, I suppose, as they are
not allowed TV or things like that.

I wriggled my finger a little in his hole, drew it out
to lubricate it with more of my spit and went in
again, and then, as the boy continued to relax , I
gradually managed to get a second finger in, and to
start to massage and stretch him gradually  All the
time he was sighing and moaning gently at this
thrilling new experience, and I had the added
satisfaction of not only enjoying his body, but of
knowing that I was beginning to train him to recognise
his own sensuality.  I suppose I could have hurried it
along a bit, but to tell you the truth I was rather
enjoying this leisurely exploration of his neat
buttocks - the last time I'd taken a slave's cherry in
here I'd had Steve jerk off and use his cum to stretch
and lubricate the slave for me as I'd been in a bit of
a hurry, but somehow this "natural" method, with me
totally focussed on the movements of the slave under
my hands, seemed now more enjoyable and relaxing for
me.

My dick was almost painful as it was straining so
hard, and although I could have gone on toying with
the boy for much longer, I decided that actin was
needed.  I stood up, pushed my arm under Dan's belly
and lifted him gently so that his butt was high in the
air on the edge of the bed.  With my other hand I
pushed his shoulders down on to the bedcover, making
reassuring noises as I did so and telling him to stay
like that.  I spread his butt again, and now I began
to stroke the tip of my dick up and down his crack -
it was almost too much for me, and I had to really try
to restrain myself to stop myself from shooting my
load there and then, so intense and arousing was it.
I would have liked to spend a lot longer  at it, but
felt I needed to press on, and so positioned my dick
at his pucker:  thus sending fresh thrills of pleasure
sensation through me.  I pushed gently.

As I'm sure we all know it's difficult, really
difficult, to get in!  That first centimetre or so
when the asshole has to accept the dick head is always
the most difficult, and I find it really helps to
grasp my dick firmly in my hand to stop it "buckling".
 Dan was moaning now quite audibly, but you need to
press on, don't you? And so I thrust forward from the
hip, all the time revelling at the feeling of his warm
moistness, until he gave way and I popped in.

Look, here are all sorts of ways of fucking a guy
then, aren't there?  You can just push on and get the
whole dick inside him in one smooth go - that always
produces a lot of shouting and screaming, I find, but
it's very satisfying for me.  But in line with my
intention of introducing Dan to it gently, I calmed
myself and  began to inch slowly in to him, with
frequent pauses to allow him to recover.    He was
sweat profusely and moaning gently, but soon I had
reached my objective - I knew he must be feeling my
wiry pubes against the tender places on his butt where
Steve's hand had slammed in to him.  There's something
very special about the feeling of a tight, virgin
asshole surrounding your dick, I always find, and I
was happy to rest there for several seconds just
savouring it.

I started to fuck him then, very slowly and gently so
as no to alarm him or hurt him too much, and after a
few strokes I pushed his body forward, collapsing him
down to lie flat on the bed, so that I could in turn
lay my body mostly on top of his and begin a series of
short, quick stabs at him.  He did find this
"uncomfortable", shall we say, if not actually
painful, and he began to shout as I worked away.  I
don't like to hear a slave expressing pain like that,
so I reached forward and pushed his head down into the
bed cover, to stifle the sounds.  The sheer weight of
my body probably helped , too, as he almost certainly
found it difficult to breathe fully with me right on
top of him.

Sadly, my pleasure was cut short:  as much as I wanted
to go on and on fucking him, I couldn't:  my body
betrayed me as  I felt the tension and excitement
building inside me, and I couldn't prevent myself from
pumping my cum deep inside him all too soon.   I
rested then, keeping my dick buried in his lovely
young butt, but taking some of my weight on my elbows
to help him breathe more easily.  I nuzzled at his
neck, tasting the delightful saltiness of his sweat as
he lay under me, and whispered into his ear "OK, boy?"

There was a sound of a sob, almost, in his voice, as
he grudgingly acknowledged "Yes, sir, I guess so...."

I wondered what to do then.  Normally, I let Steve
fuck the slave immediately afterwards, so that he
understands that I really am totally in control of his
body.  But there was something about this young guy
that was particularly appealing, and I wanted to enjoy
this fresh virgin body a little more.  So I slowly
pulled out of him, told him to remain where he was,
and strode into my bathroom to wash my dick - it's
always a problem when you take a slave like that
unexpectedly, as I hate my dick being covered in shit.
 It's not a problem for my regular slaves like Steve,
of course, as they know they are expected to be
squeaky clean inside as well as outside when they come
into my presence.  Still, the "surprise" element in
taking Dan fresh, before he'd experienced even an
enema hose, outweighed the slight inconvenience

I called to Steve to come into the bathroom and fetch
a cloth, and then I watched as he knelt, pried Dan's
butt apart again, and gave him a good clean up - it
does Steve good to be made to do something really
demeaning like that every now and then, as he can
easily become obsessed with his own power and
strength, and imagine that he's somehow "special" to
me and not "just another slave".  I expected it would
make Dan feel humiliated, too, to have another man
wipe his ass as if he was still a kid.  He needed to
be clean, of course, as even though I enjoy the
general tastes and smells of men and sex, I do find
shit to be rather distasteful.  Still, with both of us
nicely clean, I had no hesitation in pulling the
bedcovers aside, leaping into the bed, and then
pulling Dan in with me.

I had him face me, his head resting on my out-flung
arm so that his nose would be assailed by the smell of
my sweat from my pit, and I wrapped my legs around
his, revelling in the feeling of the hairs on them as
they slid over my own.    As I've said, one of the
things I find attractive about men is brown eyes, and
now I was rewarded with the sight of his, staring out
at me trough his long, curling lashes.  "So, Dan, your
first sex..."

"No, sir, I've got a girlfriend..."

"You had a girlfriend, Dan.  Had one: but you're now a
slave, and a slave has only what his master provides.
So are you telling me you fucked her?"

His reaction was a mixture of shame and pride. "Yes,
sir..... Of course."

"So now you know what it's like to take dick, Dan.
You won't be fucking women again, as I like my
personal slaves to be totally focused on my needs, and
I need them to be properly skilled in real sex, man to
man sex, that is.."

"Are you going to fuck me again then, sir?"

"Yes, Dan.  And Steve is going to.  And some of my
friends who like a little relaxation after dinner.
But all in due time - you'll soon get to enjoy it,
believe me.  All men do."

He began to look panicky, and so I squeezed his dick
reassuringly and said quietly "There's nothing to be
worried about - it's all perfectly natural.  I mean,
look at Steve there - you couldn't see a nicer looking
guy, could you?  And you'll soon get to like his dick
inside you.  I don't always want to fuck myself, but I
like to see a little action if there's nothing on TV,
so I expect you'll soon get to enjoy performing for
me.  And, of course, I'll have you fuck Steve
sometimes, as I'd like to see that, too.... You can
tell me afterwards if his ass is as much pleasure as
that ex-girlfriend of yours."

As I said this, I saw Steve almost glare at me, before
he recovered his composure and resumed the stony-faced
look that a good slave should always have as it is not
"done" for a slave to be seen to be listening to his
master's conversation with third parties - or, at
least, not to react to them!  I was amused, as I knew
how much Steve liked to fuck, but how he hated taking
dick and only did so from me as I was his master.
There was scope for some creative interactions here, I
thought, and the future promised to be amusing.

Dan moved to make himself more comfortable on my arm,
and I continued to fondle his dick.  He was rampantly
erect, and I smiled at him.  "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, sir!  It almost hurts, sir!  I couldn't do it
yesterday or this morning as I was in an open cell at
the police station, and the deputies could all see
what I was doing."

"A young guy like you must be pretty desperate,
then...."

He grinned.  Clearly his embarrassment at being with a
man, a much older man, was evaporating!  I raked my
finger nail over his piss lit, causing him to squirm
agreeably against me.

"OK, then, Dan.  I'll let  you do it.  But remember
now that you're a slave, in general you can only have
sex when I give permission.  But I'm in a good mood
after fucking you, and I'd like to see you cum...."

His look of bravado evaporated.  "You mean you're
going to watch me, sir...?"

"Better than that!  I think you deserve better than a
session with your own hand."

I looked away, and saw Steve standing there, dick
still rock hard, and now did I detect some tiny jewel
of pre-cum on the tip?  "Steve, get over here, and
wrap that mouth of yours around Dan's dick - the poor
guy hasn't been able to cum since before yesterday,
and I expect you remember what that is like at his
age...."

A look of pure hate flickered over Steve's face, but
only for an instant.  As I've told you, he's totally,
pathetically grateful to me for rescuing him from the
mines, and he's never going to do anything, or say
anything, or show any emotion that might upset me as
he's absolutely terrified of being sent back.  So with
a fixed, false faint smile on his lips he came over to
the bed and went to pull the covers back.

"No, idiot!  I'm sweating, and I don't want to be
uncovered!  Come up from the bottom!"

I almost laughed as I saw Steve kneel at the base of
the bed, then pick up the sheets and cover and start
to "tunnel" his way up to us!  There was something
delightfully sensual about feeling his head pushing
past our legs and feeling the heat of his skin against
us, and then he groped around in the dark, feeling for
Dan's dick.  I saw the look of alarm, on the boy's
face change to one of excitement, and then of
pleasure, as Steve got started.  I could feel Steve's
shoulders heaving as he worked away, but suddenly
flung the covers aside to look down at him.  "Stop as
he's about to cum, Steve!  I want to see it - don't
you dare swallow it..."


Steve was jealous of Dan already, I suspect - a few
moments later he pulled his head up off the boy's
dick, and started to beat at it vigorously with his
hands.  I felt Dan's body stiffen against mine and
then arch upwards as he shouted aloud as he shot - but
Steve didn't stop wanking him, and his hand carried
on, trying to squeeze the last few drops out of Dan.
Poor Dan was one of those guys whose dick is
incredibly sensitive after sex, evidently, as he
desperately tried to stop Steve, shouting, thrusting
his body around, and scrabbling frantically at Steve's
strong arm as it carried on its remorseless action on
his dick, and all the time shouting and moaning with
it all.

When it all finally stopped and Dan and Steve's
breathing had returned to normal, Dan looked really
embarrassed as his belly and chest were now covered
with his own cum which was lying in big slashes and
blotches all over him, matting the black hairs on his
body.  I kicked at Steve to indicate to him that he
was to get out of the bed, and then pulled the covers
back up over Dan and me, and pulled his body close to
mine once more so that his cum almost acted like glue
to stick us together.  We lay there, and he began to
laugh gently as his tension eased, and I enjoyed the
scent of his sweat mingling with his cum as it wafted
up out of the bed at us.

The poor lad was still upset by his enslavement,
though, and was clearly worried about his father, as
his sleep was very troubled.  I had decided to keep
him in my bed as it was a long time since I'd had the
tender, firm flesh of a young man cupped against me
all night, and we drifted off to sleep with me spooned
up against his back and one of my arms curled over him
to hold him there against me.  I'm a light sleeper and
his almost constant movements were somewhat annoying,
but he also cried out several times in his sleep, and
I did begin to feel a little sorry for him.  Still,
there was the consolation of having his firm young
butt that my dick could nestle in, and as I moved my
hand down across his belly as we lay there, I could
feel his solid erection as he dreamed.  I was so
tempted to jerk him off in his sleep, and looking back
on it, can't now remember why I did not, and contented
myself with letting fingers idly play with his dick.

I normally have Steve sleep in my room as it's
convenient for him to be close should I decide to fuck
him if I wake,  but he's not normally allowed in my
bed as he's just too big and bulky, and I can't nestle
against him as I could with Dan.  He therefore had  to
sleep  wrapped up in a blanket on the carpet, as he
usually did, and I could tell by the way that he was
looking at Dan as I cradled him against me that Steve
was not pleased by the arrival of my new slave.

End Of Part Two