Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2005 05:37:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pleasure Slave, Part 11

PLEASURE SLAVE, By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 11

I felt flustered, worried and very apprehensive as Ray
led me to one of the  beds.  When I'd had sex with
guys before I had of course been forced into it, and
tied down, and now I was being taken voluntarily -
well, half voluntarily:  I knew, deep down, that I had
to start doing it properly sooner or later, else
Master Jed would surely go ahead with his threat and
have me whipped.

I could feel my heart starting to race and a clammy
faint sheen of sweat break out on m skin as I started
almost to panic.  What was going to happen?  Would I
be expected to fuck Ray - I wasn't sure that I knew
how - or would he push me down on the bed, force my
legs apart and almost rape me?  On the one hand I
hated to be thought of as naive, and on the other, I
didn't want another dick forced into me.

As it turned out, I needn't have had all these stupid
worries - Ray was, I subsequently discovered, a gentle
and considerate lover, who almost "specialised" in
helping guys on their first few times - if a potential
client came to Slaves For Your Pleasure and the
receptionist sensed that they were nervous or
inexperienced, they were always "guided" towards Ray.
 He had a knack of being able to put other men at
their ease almost immediately, and without realising
it was happening, this is what I now began to
experience.

He pulled back the cover off one of the unoccupied
beds, then gently, very gently, pushed me backwards
onto it so that I was sitting on the edge.   He came
and sat beside me, put his arm around my shoulder to
pull me towards him, and whispered "So, Steve... OK?
You're not worried, are you?  Just relax...."

I didn't get an opportunity to reply, as his face,
already close to mine, moved in and his lips pressed
onto mine.  Well, I've never kissed another guy before
- unless you count my dad when I was a kid, and then
it wasn't full on the lips!  I didn't know what do,
and I kind of froze.  I felt Ray's tongue probing at
my mouth, his arm around my shoulder tightened his
grip on me, and his other hand went down to rest on my
crotch, and began to stroke me gently through my
shorts.    He broke away just a little, whispered
"Come on, Steve, let me in....", then pulled himself
back onto me.  I went to say "No, I don't kiss guys",
but the very act of starting to say this caused my
mouth to open slightly, and Ray's strong, wet tongue
was in!

I know how to kiss, of course - I've done I lots of
times with my girlfriends.  But I was always the
instigator.  it was always my tongue forcing into her
mouth, and with luck, I'd get some sort of response.
Now Ray's tongue was beating against mine, his arms
tightened and he started to really embrace me, and I
found myself doing what comes completely naturally in
the circumstances - my arms went around Ray, my tongue
thrust back vigorously, stimulated by his, and we
really began to kiss.  My hand was around his head
forcing us close together, we were gasping for breath
with the intensity of our kissing, and I had that
completely amazing sensation you only get when your
tongues are almost fighting each other in their
passion and ecstasy.

My dick was rock hard, and I was revelling in feeling
Ray's fingers stroking at it through my shorts.  I
lost all track of time, and I don't know how long we
continued like this, but suddenly Ray broke away.  His
face was so close to mine, and I could see his it face
was suffused with happiness - it wasn't just his mouth
that was smiling, but there was that look in the eyes
and around the nose that you only get when your
happiness is natural, and you aren't just putting on a
show of smiling.  "Hey, Steve, I though you were
supposed to be a newbie at all of this...."

He got to his feet, and I followed him up, naturally,
and it was almost in a frenzy that we tore at our
shorts to free our bodies from their constraints.  We
locked our arms round each other, and began the
passionate kissing again - this time with the added
charge of having our dicks thrusting at each other as
we gyrated our hips wildly, as if trying to get our
bodies even closer together.  We fell back onto the
bed, and lay together, our hands running now over each
other almost in frenzy, as we continued to kiss
passionately.

My heart was now racing with sexual excitement, not
with  fear, and I'd never felt like this before - this
was already better than having sex with any of the
women I'd known:  Ray and I were responding to each
other in exactly the same ways, with the same passion,
with the same force - most of my women had really just
acquiesced, I think, and had not really wanted sex;
there was absolutely no doubt, though, that Ray wanted
sex, my body knew it, and was responding in the way
that it ought, by amplifying and feeding back to him
all the things that he was doing to me.

Look, I don't want to bore you with all the details.
Once you're locked into passionate embraces with
another guy and sex is on the agenda for both of you,
there's only one way it's going to end up, isn't
there?  I didn't mind when Ray started to tease my
dick, then when his teasing fingers moved around to my
ass and started to play with my hole;  no, that's
wrong - not only did I not mind, I positively enjoyed
it.  We carried on with our foreplay, tumbling around
on the bed, sometimes him on top, sometimes me.  We
were covered in sweat, our faces were wet with our
spit, and our dicks were both slimy with pre-cum.  We
could, I suppose, have gone on like that for hours:
but you get to the point, don't you, when the need for
sex, proper sex, gets so totally overwhelming that
even though the foreplay is great and you want it to
go on for ever, you get other priorities?

Ray had me on my back at one point, my ankles around
his neck, and he was giving me huge waves of sensation
as his dick teased and probed at my hole.  But then it
seemed completely natural for me to put my legs down,
and kind of roll his over so that it was me kneeling
between his legs as he was on his back - he'd kind of
resisted, but I had the height, weight and power on
him, and so of course I had my way.  Once my dick head
felt his pucker, there was absolutely no stopping me
and I pushed my way in, then began to fuck him
vigorously.  I was aware of his head tossing and
turning, of his hands beating up and down on the bed,
and of his cries, but I didn't care - my need to fuck,
to have my dick right inside him, to control and
dominate him, was so strong that I just continued.

It only took seven or eight thrusts before the
inevitable happened - my head went back, my whole body
arched and I thrust forward powerfully one last time
as if I wanted to get the last millimetre of my dick
right inside, then my seed pumped up into him, and I
was left kneeling there, my body shuddering once or
twice as the "after shocks" racked me and I emptied
the last traces of my manhood into him.  I fell
forward, my body covering his, and started to kiss him
again, passionately - although his reaction somehow
seemed less spontaneous.

We lay there, until the cooling of the sweat on my
back began to make me a bit chilly, and I pulled out
of him, rolled off his body, pulled the covers up over
us, and began to cuddle him.  "Wow, Ray -
fantastic..."

"Hey, Steve, OK.  So you had a good time.  But what
about me?"

"Uh?"

"Steve, sex is something you do together.  That was
more like a rape:   Steve needed his dick to be
satisfied, so Steve did it.  And did it hard, and
quickly.  And that was that.  What did I want, Steve?"

"Well, we were kissing and everything - you wanted sex
too!"

"Yes, Steve.  But proper sex - sex where we both got
the same fun from it.  I didn't want to be nearly
raped!"

I began to get confused, worried, even.  Surely he'd
wanted the same as me?  I didn't know what to say, or
to do, and I lay there, almost afraid to move in case
I did anything else to upset him.

"Look, Steve", he said quietly.  "We both wanted sex,
OK?  But you suddenly took over, you were almost
violent, and although you enjoyed it, I didn't, OK?
Don't worry about it this time - I heard the other
guys saying that they thought you were an aggressive
top, and I suppose it's just your nature coming out.
But it's meant to be fun for both of us... Now....
Let's try again....."

This time, he fucked me!  Very gently, very slowly,
and with a huge, slow build up that left my whole body
tingling with so much anticipation and sensation that
when he finally did get his dick in me, it was almost
an anticlimax!  Afterwards, all we could do was just
lie there in each others arms, soaking wet from our
exertions, and completely spent.  We looked at each
other, and we were both laughing, and I could feel
tears of joy rolling down my face.

"Ray, will you teach me how to do that....?"

"Oh, I don't know, Steve!  Some guys can, some guys
can't - but can you see now just how good great sex
can be for both guys?"

We just lay there, and slept.  Some time in the night,
surrounded by the other guys, we made long, gentle
love, again; and again, some time later.  In the
morning I felt like I had never felt before - utterly,
completely content.

I'd never woken up in the arms of another guy before,
and as I came awake I just lay there revelling in the
different sensation - the strong manly scent from his
pits, the rough touch of the stubble of his beard
against my skin, the feel on his breath against me as
he exhaled, and, of course, the wonderful warmth of
his erect dick pressing against my belly.  He opened
his eyes, saw me looking at him, and smiled.  "Good
morning, Steve...."

"Ray... Ray.... I don't know what to say.  I've never
said this to another guy before.  I don't know how to
say it... I think I love you, Ray."

His smile became a broad grin.  "Hey, Steve, that's
really nice.  But you don't mean it, you know..."

"Yes, I do, I've never felt like this before...."

"Well, that's as may be.  But you're inexperienced in
all of this.  You're just confusing really great sex
with something else.  You don't love me, actually -
it's just that you've never been this close to another
guy before, never experienced the staggering enjoyment
that another man can bring to you.  If we carried on
doing it, then one day we might find out that we did
love each other... But that's quite different from
really great sex, and there's more unhappiness in this
world caused by people confusing the two things.  Guys
who have a few nights of true passion then try to make
it last, and it's not meant to:   sex is sex, love is
love, and the two exist differently from each other.
You can have sex - great sex - without love, and you
can love another guy without ever having sex with him.
 I've been here lots of times before, Steve, and let
me just give you some advice:  don't confuse the two.
You can have lots and lots of utterly fantastic sex,
and one day you might be lucky enough to find a guy
you really love - but don't expect  one to follow the
other."

"It's really important in our job, especially.  You're
expected to give the clients good sex - maybe even
great sex sometimes, but don't expect any more of
them!  And don't believe that you can really enter a
loving relationship with any of the guys here - it's
just not possible, living as we do.  That doesn't mean
that you can't really like a lot of guys, that you
can't have special fuck buddies, but keep all that
separate from love..."

I lay there totally silent.  I wasn't used to guys
talking like this.  I mean, men don't talk about love
and relationships and stuff like that, do they?  I
just didn't know how to respond.

It was Ray, though, who took the initiative.  "OK,
Steve - that's the serious crap out of the way.  Now,
there are a few of those boxes on your progress sheet
that we need to be able to tick....  Have you had my
dick down your throat yet... It's  been everywhere
else on your body...."

We both laughed, and even though the other guys around
were starting to wake up and move about, I felt
absolutely no shame or embarrassment as we fucked each
other again.  Well, it's obvious, isn't it - how can
something that great, that natural, possibly be
embarrassing?

______________________

Once I'd made a start, "broken the ice", so to speak,
there was no stopping me!  It was sex heaven -
surrounded by great fit guys who all knew about sex,
and needing to fuck every one of them!  I began to
think it wasn't so bad being a slave after all - I was
housed and fed without having to bother about bills
and stuff, I had a crowd of really great companions,
and I had none of the normal worries of the world:  no
thoughts of bills, of meetings at the office I didn't
want to go to, of worrying that I might not find a
girl friend, about finding the money for a new car...
It was, I suppose, stress free.

Half way through the month  I was summoned in  to see
Master Brett, who looked at my "progress sheet" and
expressed huge satisfaction with the progress I was
making.  "Mind you, Steve, it's quality, as well as
quantity, that we're after.... I think I'll have a
little check-up."

He called the young slave Gary in, who, as when I'd
been there before, helped Master Brett to undress.
Then he half sat, half sprawled on one of the big
couches, and gestured for me to kneel between his
legs.  "So show me how your cock sucking is coming
along, Steve....."

It was a revelation, I tell you!  I had thought I was
doing OK, that I'd cracked the male sex thing.  But
it's one thing to have great sex with another guy
who's about the same age as you, and fit and athletic
and is doing it voluntarily; and quite another to be
on your knees in front of a fat, flabby guy, smelling
the dried piss from his boxer shorts in your nose, and
knowing that you're going to have to take his dick
into your mouth because he's ordered you to!

"Get a move on, slave!".  Master Brett's words, with a
slightly strident tone, broke through my mood of
contemplation, and I bent forward to put my tongue out
and start to lick his dick.  Well, you can do it, of
course.  And guy can make himself suck the dick of
another - it's not all that much of a big deal, is it?
 But there's  a world of difference between having sex
because you want to, for fun, and having to perform
sex acts because you're ordered to.  Still, I managed
it, and managed to swallow his cum (it doesn't taste
any different really in those circumstances, after
all), and almost reverentially lick his dick clean.

"Good, Steve", Master Brett said as he continued to
sprawl there, his dick languishing through the fly of
his boxers.  "A little more enthusiasm in future,
perhaps.... But you've made real progress.  I did
wonder, when we'd bought you, if you could really be
taught all you need to know to be a success here, but
I'm getting more hopeful.  Now, perhaps we'd better
see how you're doing with fucking...."

Turning to the young slave, he continued "Gary - ride
the horse!"

I carried on kneeling there as the salve obediently
dropped his shorts, went over to the fucking horse,
and lay on it, wriggling backwards and forwards a
little to make himself comfortable.

"Right, Steve... No need to make a big deal of it:
just a good, solid workmanlike fuck of young Gary,
whilst I watch."

I discovered I definitely had not properly adjusted
then - even on my first day there I'd enjoyed having
Gary next to me, but now, seeing his wiry thin body
laid out like that, his ass just waiting there for me
to fuck, I didn't think  I could do it.  I stood
there, looking.  Although I'd fucked a lot of the guys
by now, I hadn't done it "to order" like this, with
someone watching deliberately, someone who was going
to judge my performance.

"Hurry up, Steve.  I haven't got all morning.  Get
stuck in there....  And Gary, pull your ass open, and
give Steve a sight of your hole to encourage him...."

The slave obediently reached back with his hands and
pulled his ass open, and I saw the pale brown of his
hole there, contrasted against the stark whiteness of
the inside of his ass cheeks.  I walked over to him
and stood between his legs, and stroked at my dick a
few times to make it come to life.  Actually, I didn't
think it would - but the more I thought about having a
warm ass around me, the more it began to stir.  I ran
my hands over the slave's ass cheeks, feeling the
warmth of his body, and this turned me on even more.
I kicked at his ankles to spread his legs further -
actually, quite hard, I think, in retrospect - and
somehow this act of preparing him for me was all I
needed.  I pushed forward, spread his cheeks fairly
roughly with one hand, and used my other to position
my dick at his hole.

It was almost like fire spreading through me as the
tip of my dick made contact - I stiffened even more,
then pressed forward - no, something more:  I
desperately wanted to press forward - to make my
entry.  I suppose it's only natural, really - I  was a
strong, fit, healthy young male, and every man needs
sex, doesn't he?

Well, you all know how it is - once you've got your
head in, the rest is almost automatic, isn't it?  I
thrust and thrust away, and I'm almost ashamed to say
I forgot all the things Ray had said and that I'd been
practising with my fellows.

Whether it was the thought of revisiting the hole that
I'd almost fucked on my first day, or it was the sight
of the slave lying there on the fucking horse, or the
thought of being watched, I don't know!  All the ideas
of being gentle, of giving the other guy as much
pleasure as I got, simply went out of my head .  All I
wanted to do, all I needed to do, was fuck!  And fuck
I did - harder and harder, faster and faster, just not
caring for the way that the slave was crying out as he
lay there, helpless underneath me.

When I'd finished, I saw Master Brett looking very
thoughtful.  "Very enthusiastic, at least...", he told
me.  "But I'm not certain of the skill level you
exhibited!  Some of our clients would, I think, be a
little concerned if you were to fuck them quite as
vigorously as that. On the other hand, I can think of
some who would like a strong, hard slave like you
really giving them something that they'd remember all
week - if only because their ass muscles were in
agony!"

"Still, you've got another two weeks to go, and you've
made good progress, considering that you were the guy
who never wanted  to have sex with another man - no
one would ever have guessed that, seeing the
performance you just mounted for me!   So OK, get back
to work...."

He waved to dismiss me, and so I picked up my shorts
and pulled them on.  I really didn't notice now how
obscene they were, and simply didn't care that the cum
and stuff from Gary's hole was still on my dick, and
now showed through as a wet outline through the thin
satin.  After all, it was all perfectly natural.  And,
even if it wasn't, I'd been ordered to do it by my
owner, hadn't I?  A slave doesn't make decisions,
after all - and if my owner ordered me to fuck Gary,
what choice did I have?  I kind of felt better after
those thoughts and went back to the slave section as I
needed to do a couple more hours workout that day.

That night, just as I was looking around to see which
of the other guys I ought to go with, the door into
our sleeping room opened and Gary came in.    Normally
his duties as the personal slave of Master Brett kept
him in Master Brett's personal quarters and he didn't
much consort with us.  He saw me standing there, and
came up and looked at me.  "Hey, Gary, sorry about
this morning... I had to do it, you know...."

"Sure, Steve.  You had to fuck me.  But did you have
to fuck me so hard?  "

"I didn't..."

"Yes, you did, and you know it.  That wasn't one slave
fucking another because our owner ordered it, that was
one guy simply taking what he wanted from another, and
not worrying about him at all!"

"No, it wasn't like that..."

"Yes, it was, Steve, and you fucking well know it!
Once you were in my hole, you just fucked away as I
wasn't there - I was just a piece of meat, to be used
to give pleasure to your dick!"

Well, I wasn't scared of him, even though he was
really angry.  I was taller than him, and much more
muscular and stronger.  He could rage and complain all
he liked, and there wasn't anything he could do about
it, after all.  But I knew he was right, I suppose -
no that you can admit that to another guy, can you?
Especially as some of the other guys were obviously
listening to us, and I didn't want to lose face.

"Come on, Gary - I was only fucking you because Master
Brett ordered it.  You don't expect a slave to disobey
is owner, do you?"

"No, Steve.  But one slave can still treat another
like a human being.  You do know how to fuck a guy
properly, don't you?"

"Of course I do.  Quit complaining.... "

"I'm not on duty tonight, Steve... So prove it...."

With that Gary moved closer, into my personal space.
Well, what was I to do?  I guess I'd rather have had
good hard sex with another of the guys, someone more
my own size and power, but there he was, in front of
me.  I kind of shrugged, moved to one of the beds,
shrugged off my shorts ,and lay there.

Gary was so eager - he almost threw himself onto me,
then wrapped his body against mine and, to my
amazement, began kissing me, as Ray had done.  I put
my arms around him and started to give him a little
hug, just to show that I could be gentle, but to my
amazement he winced and pulled back from me.

"Hey, I didn't mean to hurt you...."

"It's OK, Steve, it's not you... But I displeased
Master Jed, and he punished me this morning...."

He pulled away from me, and I looked down at his naked
body.  There, on his belly and chest, I could see dark
patches.  I ran my fingers over them, experimentally
and very lightly, and Gary winced.  "Hey, those
bruises are still tender...."

"How did you get them?"

"I told you - Master Jed!  I did something wrong.  Or
perhaps he was just in a vile mood at the world in
general so he said I'd done something wrong.  He
punched me, after he'd caned me....."

As he said this, Gary rolled over, and there against
the whiteness of his ass I saw four deep red,
angry-looking weals.

"He did that to you, too?"

"Yes, but that's expected.  I mean, a slave expects to
get his ass caned, doesn't he?  And I probably did
deserve that, as Master Jed is a very demanding master
and wants absolutely everything to be 'just right'.
But the problem with him is that he can also be
vicious - and he packs a mean punch, I can tell you:
there's more power in those arms of his than you
realise, until they drive a fist into your belly..."

"You mean he really beats you up?  Doesn't Master
Brett stop him??"

"Well, Master Brett doesn't like him doing it, and he
never does it himself:  If I do something wrong for
Master Brett, the most I get is a slapped face, or a
couple of cane strokes - and he doesn't hit all that
hard.  But with Master Jed, it's different:  his
canings really hurt me, and then the beatings... But
Master Brett never interferes, as he says it's the
duty of a slave to take his owner's punishment"
"Even when it's unjustified?"

"Well, Steve, there's the problem! Many people believe
that any punishment that an owner gives say slave is
always justified! "

"Yes, but if you'd done nothing..."

"But maybe that was the problem.  Maybe there was more
that I should have done.  Or perhaps if I'd been more
careful not to get noticed by Master Jed when he was
in a bad temper.... A slave is supposed to make life
easier for his owner, you know, not cause him more
problems..."

"But Gary, a beating like that..... Isn't there anyone
you can complain to?"

"Well they do say you can take a complaint against
your owner to the ASPCS - but it's risky!  I mean,
even if they find he's 'guilty', he still owns you,
doesn't he?  And the fines and stuff the ASPCS hands
out are kind of voluntary, but they're not likely to
improve your owner's temper, are they?  They say it's
the 'public censure' of the owner that really counts -
but a lot of owners probably think that being endorsed
by the ASPCS as a very strong, hard owner is actually
pretty good.   And afterwards - what then  You still
belong to your owner, don't you?  What's he going to
do to you when you get back from the ASPCS hearing?
Is he going to say 'sorry', or what?  No, in practice,
there's almost nothing you can do against an unfair
owner, or one who beats you up, like Master Jed....  I
guess it's a slave's lot to just accept it."

It made me think, I can tell you!  I suppose I'd
always thought that even if you didn't agree with the
concept of Indentured Service, or slavery, then at
least it was "fair" to the people concerned.  You
committed a crime, and you became a slave.  Whilst you
were a slave, you worked hard, and you got fed and
housed and so on, but that was all.  Of course, if you
did something wrong, you could be punished, and they
needed penalties for disobedient slaves that would
make the slave think twice before doing the same thing
again - after all, an owner wouldn't want to lose his
slave's services because the slave was off in jail for
being disobedient (and, anyway, the whole point of the
system was to get rid of the need for jails).  So
probably corporal punishment was the only way, and a
light tawsing, or a caning, or, I guess, even a
flogging for really serious offences, seemed to be a
good way of arranging it.  They'd always said, in the
newspapers nd stuff, that an owner couldn't abuse the
system as the ASPCS was there to act as a a watchdog
and look after slaves' interests - but now I could see
the actual practical difficulties of all of this!  If,
as Master Jed did, you not only punished the slaves
harshly and unjustifiably, but also beat them up,
where was the sanction?  The ASPCS 'watchdog' seemed
pretty toothless!

I gently pulled Gary close to me, as his body was kind
of shivering now, and as softly as I could, to avoid
hurting him, wrapped my arms around him,  "You're safe
now though, Gary", I whispered.  "At least for
tonight... I won't let anyone hurt you....."

Gary responded by moving his body against mine to make
himself as comfortable as possible, and I felt
something inside me - I felt good, somehow, that I was
 helping this poor young guy just by being there, by
being someone he could trust.

We didn't actually have sex as such that night - Gary
slept with his head cradled on my arm, my body spooned
into his.  It wasn't easy, as he tossed and turned a
lot, which caused him pain and made him partially
wake, and my sleep was constantly disturbed by all of
this and by his faint groans of pain.  Even worse, he
was obviously deeply troubled and worried, as even
when he was sleeping he would occasionally cry out, as
if he was in the middle of some terrible nightmare.  I
could only imagine that his really unhappy life was
affecting him deeply.

I had been thinking that slavery wasn't all that bad,
but now I had seen what a brutal owner could do to a
young slave, I was no longer so sure.  And if it could
happen to him, how could I stop it happening to me?


End Of Part  Eleven