Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 13:26:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pleasure Slave, Part 9

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

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Part 9

I lay there, wondering what was going to happen next.
I was expecting Master Brett to order Gary to let me
go, to undo me from the horse, but there was an
interruption.  Without even knocking, Master Jed came
in, and stood there looking at the three of us, all
naked.

"Ah, Brett - you've had your turn, I guess.  Want to
ride him again, or shall I take over?"

"No, Jed.... He's all yours."

Master Jed didn't use Gary to help him undress as
Master Brett had.  He was more casually dressed, in
jeans and a leather jacket, and without a shred of
embarrassment he just stripped them off and allowed
them to fall to the floor.  His body was much thinner
than Master Brett's - he was taller, too, and sinewy.
His dick was long, rather than fat, and he stood there
and stroked it into life, not appearing to be at all
embarrassed by having Master Brett watch him.

He came around behind me, his dick swaying as he took
long, easy strides, and I almost jumped with the shock
as he slapped my butt, hard.  And then again, and
again!  He must have rained about heavy slaps down on
my defenceless butt, and it smarted and hurt.

"Right, boy!  That's tenderised your rump a bit.  I
like a slave to know that his owner is in charge when
I fuck, and you'll certainly feel more sensation now
when I slam into you...."

There were no more words, no small whispered comforts
as there had been with Master Brett - I felt him
pulling my cheeks apart, then the warm touch of his
dick on my sphincter, and the next instant he was in!
No stretching, no gentle movement, the whole length of
him was rammed home in one go.  I did scream, I
remember that - it wasn't just the sheer
unexpectedness of his action, but it actually hurt,
and hurt badly.

"Good, slave! ", he shouted. "Now you know what
penetration is really like, this is how a man really
rides a slave....."

He began to thrust in and out of me, and these weren't
the slow, measured thrusts of Master Brett.  No, each
one involved him pulling almost all the way out of me,
then slamming himself violently home so that his pubic
bone slammed into my tender ass.  On and on it went,
and I wasn't moaning quietly now - I was shouting out
each time he thrust, screaming out my anguish at what
was happening to me.  Or was I?  Somewhere, deep
down., something in my brain was saying that although
this was hurting, it wasn't really - there was a huge
sexual charge associated with what was being done to
me, and I became aware of my dick starting to go hard
as he continued.

It didn't go on for long, of course - no man can fuck
that vigorously and hope to keep it up for long.  He
came, with a great shout, as Master Brett had, and
stood there, buried deep inside me.  But not for long
- he pulled out, very quickly, giving me one last bout
of sensation, then came around to the front and waved
his still hard dick under my nose.

He too pulled my head up off the horse using my nose
ring, but then, holding me there with one hand, he put
his other to the base of his dick and proceeded to
slap my face with  it, so that my cheeks got covered
in cum.  "Right, boy - that's the preliminary
cleaning.  Did Master Brett teach you about cleaning a
man off?"

"Yes."

His hand left his dick, and a really vicious, stinging
slap almost ripped my nose ring out of my nose.
"Manners, boy.  We've had enough of the 'Mr Nice Guy'
now - you'd better start to act like a proper slave.
Try it again."

"Yes, sir."

"Right then, boy, get licking...."

His balls hung down low, too, and I had to really work
hard to lick and clean him to his satisfaction.  I
then just lay there,  my ass hurting and my ears still
ringing from the vicious slap to my face as I watched
Gary scurry around, helping him and Master Brett to
dress.    They just ignored me, as if I wasn't there -
Master Brett and Master Jed were intent on dressing,
and were discussing the day's business, and Gary was
so busy, and looked vaguely scared, as if he thought
that something terrible would happen to him if he made
a mistake in helping the two masters.  Although I
suppose I was relaxed, there was a problem - something
wet and cold was  sliding down the inside of my thighs
- I supposed it must be my masters' cum leaking out of
m ass, and I tried desperately to stop it - I mean,
you don't want other men to see you covered in cum, do
you?  But however hard I squeezed my legs together,
and tried to contract my sphincter, nothing seemed to
stop it, and the small trickle of semen made its way
down my legs.

When they were dressed, both Master Brett and Master
Jed left, still deep in conversation. I thought they'd
have told Gary to let me go, or something, but they
said nothing and Gary bowed deeply to them as he
closed the door behind them.

"Come on, Gary - let me up off this fucking
thing...", I said.

"Ah, well, Steve.... You're not quite finished yet."

"Do you mean they're coming back?"

"Well, Steve, Master Brett will be back, of course:
it's his office.  But before then I've got work to do.
 Master Brett usually likes to stay and watch, but he
sounds busy today.   But he always lets me use the new
slaves after he and Master Jed have finished...."

"What do you mean?"

"I get to fuck you now, Steve."

"No!"

"Yes, Steve.  We couldn't do it in the confinement
cage last night as I had to wait for our owners to
take your cherry  But now you're ready, and I'm ready,
too - in fact, I'm looking forward to it.  You almost
fucked me last night, and now I'm going to do it
properly.  So how do you want it....?"

"I don't want it at all.  Let me up off this fucking
horse... "

"No, Steve.  It's part of your training.  You heard
Master Brett say that you had to have sex with all the
guys here, to break you in properly and to get you
properly trained... Well, I'm first on the list, and
looking forward to it, too.  So how do you want it -
long, slow and gentle, like Master e Brett, or a
proper hard fuck, like Master Jed?  I can do either,
you know - I've been properly trained"

"Gary, if you don't let me up this instant, it will be
the worse for you... I'll be let up from here at some
point ,you know, and then I'll beat the shit out of
you...."

"No you won't, Steve!  If you do something like that,
they'll have you whipped for damaging their property-
I'm a slave too, remember.  Now, rough or smooth?"

"Fuck you, Gary...."

"No, Steve, it's you who's going to get fucked....."

I felt his body pressing against mine, and just like
Master Brett he stood there for a bit, running his
hands up and down my sweaty back and massaging his
dick against my ass crack.  Then he pushed my cheeks
apart, and for the third time that day I felt the hot
tip of an erect dick nudging at my asshole.   There
was a little shoot of pain as he pushed himself
through, but then he rested, and I could feel his body
pressed against my ass as he stood there, buried in
me.

"Oh, Steve... You're great, man.  You've got a great
ass....  This is really going to be good...."  He said
quietly, and then he began to fuck me.  It wasn't as
gentle as Master Brett, or as violent as Master Jed -
I suppose, with the benefit of hindsight, I'd call it
a good, workmanlike fuck, at least at first - as he
got into his stride, he seemed to speed up, going
faster and faster, and pushing harder and harder.  I
suppose that's what being only twenty two does to you
- sex is so much more urgent, so much more insistent,
and once you get going, you just have to go at it with
all your vigour until you cum.

When he'd finished - which didn't take all that long,
I suppose, he too came and stood in front of me.  He
hooked his finger in my nose ring and hauled my head
up and back.

"So, Steve... How was it?  Ready to clean me off?"

"Fuck you, Gary!  This isn't funny!  Let me go...."

"Oh come on, Steve... Don't you want to lick my lovely
dick clean for me?  It's only cum and sweat - you
heard Master Brett say that...."

"Gary, let me go...."

Still holding me, utterly helpless, I saw him smiling.
 "Oh come on, Steve... You want to lick my dick
really, don't you?"

"Gary, I'll hit you, whatever the consequences, if you
don't let me go this instant...."

"Only joking, Steve!  I hate being strapped down on
the fucking horse, too - I mean, it takes all your
dignity away, doesn't it?  A man ought to be able to
choose whether he lets another man up his ass... And
even when we're working,  there's some bit of choice
we can usually exercise in how we get fucked over.
But when they've got you strapped down like this,
you're no more than a hole just waiting to be
filled... Come on, then...."

He knelt down and released the clips holding my
bracelets to the legs of the horse, and I gingerly got
to my feet.  My hole felt sore, my ass and face were
still stinging from the powerful slaps that Master Jed
had given them, and I hated the feeling of the cum
running down the inside of my thighs.  I went to take
a step, and immediately noticed something different -
above all the little shoots of pain from my body, it
felt great to be walking - my ass somehow "slid" over
itself.  I suppose in normal life you don't ever think
about it, do you?  I mean, you just walk, and your ass
muscles slide over each other and you don't notice.
But when they're slick with cum, they positively
glide, and any difference like that is immediately
noticeable.

"What next, Gary?"

"Well, Master Brett didn't leave any instructions, so
I guess we're free to go back to the slave quarters..
Here.....", he said, picking up my shorts and throwing
them at me.  "Let's get dressed, and get out of here."

"Where do I clean up?"

"Back in the slave quarters, of course."

"But I'm running with cum..."

"It doesn't matter!  We've all seen cum before, after
all.  Stop being such as prude, and get your shorts
on."

As he spoke, Gary was pulling his on, and I could
immediately see his dick outlined  at the front - it
was still covered in cum, and the moment it touched
the very thin satin material, it formed a wet outline
perfectly clearly.

"Gary... I can't... The cum...."

"Suit yourself, Steve.  Come naked if you like -
everyone here's seen a dick before, after all."

So what could I do?  I really didn't want to roam the
corridors totally nude, as there were women working in
some of the admin functions.  I tried as best I could
to clean some of the cum out of my ass crack and from
my thighs, but only ended up with it all over my
hands.  Reluctantly, I reached for my shorts and
pulled them on, and immediately knew that the same
thing was happening to me as had happened to Gary - I
could even feel the satin, as it was so damp, starting
to chafe in my ass crack!

I kind of slunk along the corridors back to the slave
quarters, pressing myself into the wall if anyone went
to pass - actually, I suppose, that's what they
expected me to do, as I was a slave, after all, and
slaves always have to give way to free men in
corridors and stuff, don't they?

When we got back into the combined sleeping area and
"common room", there were about twelve of the guys
lounging around.  As we came in, they all stood up and
cheered, and I blushed red with embarrassment.

"Come on, Steve - show us your ass!", became the
chorus, and I wanted to crawl away and die.  I tried
to ignore it, by starting to go out through into the
showers to clean up, but the guys wouldn't have it!
As I went to go past, they grabbed me by the arms, and
then Gary bent down and pulled my shots off.  My
fellow slaves pushed me over to the table, and bent me
over it on my belly.

"Hey, Steve - nice ass!  I see Master Jed was giving
you his lesson in how a tenderised rump  Look, you can
still see the hand prints.", one shouted.

I tried to get up, but a steady pressure held me down,
and a pair of hands pushed my ass crack open.

"Wow!", another of my so-called fellows exclaimed.
"Look at that - you've taken a real pounding.  I
suppose that Gary had his fill, too?"

"Uh, yes... He said it was normal...."

There was a chorus of manly laughs and obscene jibes
at this.  Then I heard the unmistakable tones of the
black slave, Jomo, say "OK, guys, let's stop hazing
Steve.  He's been through enough today, and I guess we
can all remember what it's like the first time?"

There were universal sounds of assent, and they let me
stand up.  Strangely, I didn't feel ashamed or
embarrassed any more:  there I was , buck naked, cum
all over me, and yet it felt as if I was in the
company of real buddies, buddies who understood what
had happened.  But Jomo wasn't finished yet.

"Hey, Steve, didn't Master Brett tell you about how
you have to go with all of us, to get experience?"

"Yes."

"Well, I bet Gary told you he was first on the list,
right?  And that's why he could fuck you?"

"Yes."

So are you going to fill in the next column now, or
later?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's all a two-way thing... We all get to fuck
you, and you all get to fuck us.  Gary's done his bit,
so it's your turn now - why don't you give him a good
seeing to, after what he's done to you.?  He didn't
need to fuck you today, after all - he could have
waited until you weren't so sore!  Sometimes the young
fucker gets above himself, and he needs to e taught a
lesson... So why don't you fuck him, now, and fuck him
hard?"

There was a chorus of "Yes", and "Too bloody right",
and "Come on, Steve..."

Well, I didn't really want to do it.  For one thing, I
still didn't feel I really knew what to do, and I
didn't want to look stupid in front of all the other
guys.  And for another, I wasn't sure I wanted to fuck
- well, that's not quite true, I suppose.  I
remembered how good it had felt between Gary's thighs,
and now I'd seen what a lot of fun three men had got
from fucking me,  There had to be something in it
didn't there?  But no, I wasn't ready - and I
especially wasn't ready in front of a room full of
other guys!

"Hey, no... Tomorrow, perhaps...."

"He's scared....", I heard someone mutter.  "A big guy
like that thinks e can't handle young Gary...."

Well, I wasn't going to have that, was I?  I mean, you
can't let other guys think you're afraid of anything,
can you?  I was much more worried about being thought
a wimp than I was about not knowing exactly what to
do!  After all, I'd fucked women, hadn't I, and it
couldn't be that different.  And there was a definite
sexual charge in the air

"Hey, I don't suppose I could sleep now anyway, with a
load of cum in my balls.  Perhaps I would like a
fuck...."

"Right on, man!", Jomo shouted, and the others all
cheered and began shouting "Fuck him, fuck him, fuck
him...."

"But perhaps  I ought to start off  with something
bigger?", I queried.  "Can any of you guys tell me if
it's better to start with a big, black ass?  Or would
you recommend sweet, tender, young Gary?"

"I'd suck you in and you'd never get out... It takes
real experience to fuck me properly...", Jomo said,
laughing.  "I'd like to Hoover up that white dick into
my black hole....  Are you man enough for it?"

Oh, Jesus Christ, I thought.  I've blown it now!  I'd
hoped to gain a bit of tome, to find some way of
avoiding things, but I seemed to have made it worse!
I watched almost in horror as Jomo dropped his shorts,
then went and lay over the table, and reached back
with his big hands and pulled his ass cheeks apart.
There, deep down between the two massive slabs of
muscle was his hole.  I remember thinking that it
looked odd - until I realised that like a lot of
niggas it was probably normal for him to be a
different colour down there from the rest of him -
like the palms of their hands, and the soles of their
feet,  I suppose.

There was nothing for it.  I went over to him,
conscious of my fellow slaves watching, reached down,
and ran my finger over his pucker.  It felt so strange
- crinkley, but somehow warm, and soft.

"Hey, you're dry as a bone and tight as a drum", I
shouted.  "Who's going to give me some cum to lube
him?  I don't want to have to wank him, as it looks as
if his balls are a bit undersized...."

There was a great shout of laughter from the other
guys at this, as the one thing that Jomo's balls were
not, and that's undersized!  They swung here between
his thighs, evidently full of  cum, just waiting to be
released.

"You can fuck me dry, white man!", Jomo called out.
"I can take a white dick plain.... Come on, boy, pound
it in there, as hard as you can.  My nigga ass can
take anything a white boy can give it...."

"Hell no, Jomo... I think you don't know the size of
my dick.  It will more than fill that hole of
yours..."

I really don't know what I was hoping to achieve by
all this badinage. Perhaps I was hoping that
"something" would turn up, to "save" me.  Perhaps one
of our owners would come in, or there would be a fire
alarm, or something.... anything.  But it never
happens like that, does it?  The other slaves were all
now chanting "Fuck the nigga, fuck the nigga.... ",
and I knew I had to go ahead and do it, or lose
terrible face.

"Jomo, are you sure?"  I changed my tone now, to show
him I was serious.

"It's OK, Steve".  He was reassuring in turn.   "A lot
of clients like to play rough with me and just fuck me
hard and dry, so I'm used to it.  And you ought to do
it at least once that way, so you know just how good
it can be to really have a hard, dry fuck.  Just use a
bit of spit to make your dick a bit  slippery, moisten
my hole with a bit , too, and then fuck away...."

I'd read in a story somewhere, one I'd picked up by
accident, about how you go about wetting a guy's ass,
so I crouched down, gathered a whole load of spit in
my mouth, and spat it at Jomo's hole as it was there
in front of me.  More spitting into my palm, and a few
quick strokes along my dick (which had the effect of
causing my erection to become more solid, as well as
wetting my dick), and I could delay it no more.

I went and stood behind Jomo, and kicked his feet
apart a bit.  "Keep your ass pulled right open,
nigga,", I called.  "There's a lot of dick to go in
there...."

I moved forward, and started to do the thing that
Master Brett had - moving my dick up and down in
Jomo's ass crack,  I almost fainted with the
sensation!  It was incredible - my dick head sent
shivers of excitement all through me as it moved up
and down the warm, moist deep valley.  If I'd been
worried before about what to do, this feeling of sheer
sexual ecstasy took over, and it was just as if I knew
exactly what to do next... I used my hand to position
my dick at the entrance to Jomo's hole, then pushed.
I felt his resistance, but it didn't mater - I just
thrust my hips forward, hard, and was rewarded with an
even more incredible feeling as my sensitive dick head
popped in to him.

There was no stopping now, and I didn't want to stop.
I felt the moist power of his ass muscles almost
caressing my dick, and I thrust it home.  I heard him
moan, and I didn't care whether it was with pleasure,
or pain - all I was focussed on was the excitement
that I was feeling, with the sheer joy of being inside
this big guy, of having him under my control.

Hard and fast, I began to pump my dick in and out of
him, using my powerful thighs to drive it again and
again.  I could hear him crying out, and I still
didn't care - he could have screamed his fucking head
off as far as I was concerned - who worries about the
guy underneath, when you're having such an experience?

I was dimly aware of the reaction of my fellow slaves
- at first, they'd been kind of cheering me along, but
as my strokes got harder and harder and faster and
faster, and as Jomo's cries got louder and louder,
they went quiet.    I didn't care, though - it was as
if they weren't there anyway, as my whole world had
contracted down to my dick, and Jomo's hole, and the
interaction between them.

I wanted it to go on for ever.  I felt as if I could
have gone on thrusting away all night like that.  But
you can't really control the reflexes in your body,
can you?  I felt my balls tightening, and however much
I tried, I couldn't delay the inevitable:  I had one
last thrust, really hard and deep into him;  my back
arched, my head was thrust back, and I gave a great
primeval cry of "YES!", as the cum shot down my dick,
and flooded Jomo's ass.

And then, as it does, it was all over.  It was as if
someone had thrown a switch and everything came
flooding back  I heard the startled sounds of my
fellow slaves around me;  I heard Jomo's whimpering
cries, and I felt the warmth of his body around my
dick still, as it started to detumesce.  Rationality
returned, and I realised that I'd fucked a man, a man
who didn't seem to have enjoyed it all that much, even
though he'd been bragging about how he could take it
hard!  But, as you do in these circumstances, I fell
forward, and my big body sprawled on top of his
slightly bigger one.  I could feel the wetness of my
sweat and his, as I lay there.   Not knowing what else
to do, I moved my head as far forward as I could, and
whispered "Hey, thanks.. That was great...."

Jomo turned his head to the side, and looked back at
me.  "Steve, man, you sure are one hard fucker!  I
usually reckon to take any man on his first time
without any trouble, but that was one ace fuck!  Now,
get your body off me - it's bad enough nearly being
fucked to death by you, without having your weight
crushing the last bits of life out of me!"

He was smiling as he said this, so I could tell that
there wasn't a problem really.  I  got back and stood
upright, then pulled my dick out of him, quite slowly.
 Jomo got to his feet, turned around to face our
fellow slaves, and said "You guys are in for a hard
time!  This is one is ace fucker.  I reckon he's an
aggressive, dominant top.... So all you tender-assed
white boys are really going to know it when he's been
up you!"

Looking at me straight in the eye, he went on "But of
course, Stave, My turn will come - or should I say
cum?  Remember, we all have to fuck and be fucked by
the other guys, and Master Jed and Master Brett
usually get the newbies to go with me more than once -
so my big dick is going to be up that ass of yours as
well!"

He  was smiling as he said this, and before I could
say anything, he put his big black arm around my
shoulder and led me off towards the showers.  "I think
our fellows have had enough of a show for one day,
though, don't you think?  Let's you and me go and
clean up - I doubt that you want my dick after you've
already taken three today."

It was kind of companionable in the showers - Jomo
wanted to soap me, and I really enjoyed the feeling of
another man running his soaped hands all over me - and
yes, I enjoyed it even when he did my dick and sac,
and when he ran his hand down my crack.  Mind you, I
winced when he touched my hole, which was really sore
now.  But I discovered that there's something very
special about having another guy shampoo your hair -
the feel of strong, manly fingers massaging your scalp
is really great.  I suppose I was a bit startled at my
reactions now - if anyone had ever suggested at my
sports club that we should shower together and wash
each other, I'd have been horrified - but once you've
fucked a guy, a whole set of new possibilities open
up, don't they?

It was even interesting to help Jomo out, too - I
suppose I'd never felt a stud's muscles before.  At my
gym I used to sneak a peak at the toned guys as they
showered and dressed, as most guys do, but there's a
world of difference between that and actually touching
the flesh and being able to probe the body to see if
it's as tough as it looks.  Now I was at liberty - no,
I was almost required - to run my hands all over
Jomo's superb frame as I thoroughly soaped him, and
there was a distinct tingling in my fingers as they
stroked his fantastic ass and thighs; and I also got
an erection when I felt his nips stiffen under my
hands as I washed his upper body.

I wondered what to do about his dick and so on - he'd
been really unconcerned about washing me down there,
but I was still a bit wary of touching a guy's most
intimate parts, so I left well alone.  Just as I
thought I'd finished, though, Jomo said "Hey, Steve...
Are you afraid of my big, thick black dick?"

"No, of course not."  Well, I suppose that wasn't
strictly true.

"So are you prejudiced?  Don't you want to touch nigga
dick?  It's OK to fuck nigga hole, but not OK to touch
nigga dick?"

"Hey, don't call me prejudiced, nigga!  I used to work
with lots of them..."

"So come on then, white boy - I want to feel those
white hands of yours soaping me properly..."

I almost felt myself starting to blush, as I guess I
had been concerned, actually, about touching his dick
- not because it was black, but because it was so
thick and powerful looking.  So having got this
approval, I knelt down and started to wash him, oh so
gently - and as you'd expect, with a guy stroking your
dick and sac, he began to go erect.

"Want to suck it, Steve?"

"No, thanks...."

"Ah, you are a whitey, don't want nigga dick..."

"No, Jomo.... But I'm tired, I've had enough cum...."

"I'll believe you, Steve.  Thousands wouldn't!  But it
can't be long postponed, you know - you'd better dream
tonight about the way it's going to feel when this
dick splits your ass wide open, and then when it's
filling your throat...."

I did look at it again, and it did seem very
formidable.  But I noticed one of those things that
fixes in your mind - the inch or so behind Jomo's dick
head was a much paler shade than the rest of his
ebony-black dick:  that must have been where he was
'skinned, and this "band" was the underside of his
'skin before it was cut away.  I was going to ask him
about this, when he turned the water off, and we were
finished.

End Of Part Nine.