Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2006 21:58:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Slave Show, Part  Twelve

THE SLAVE SHOW

By Pete Brown.   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part  Twelve


After that first night when we'd been totally
together, there were very few opportunities in the
next weeks.  Julie was home, of course, and with a new
baby around she was even more harassed, and the house
was even more cramped and busy.  Not that I was there
all that much:  the early mornings and late nights
because of the commuting really got to me, and most
evenings it was more than I could do to keep awake
after supper and I generally fell asleep in front of
the TV, irrespective of the noises from the baby and
so on.  There was no respite at the weekends, either:
on Saturdays we were either at a local or regional
show, or Dan had made an arrangement for a photoshoot.
 Or failing any of that, he made me go in to the site,
as even a day's payment for that was better than
nothing, he reckoned.  On Sundays we went to play
football, but I didn't always get to play as if the
"real" free members turned up, I was of course
excluded - I usually snuck into the changing block
then and lay down and went to sleep, I was so
exhausted.

With all this ceaseless activity the only real time
that Dan and I were alone therefore was about one
night a week, when we snatched an "illicit" half an
hour in the woods on the way home from the station -
we had to pretend that we'd missed the train, so Julie
wouldn't worry, and so we could only risk it about
once a week.  It really wasn't very satisfactory -
that desperate fumbling with our clothes, the fevered
hungry kisses, and then the fucking, which was more
like rutting than love making as we had so little time
and were so urgent in our needs.  I'm not sure that
those snatched interludes weren't worse than never
feeling his body close to mine at all.


What  I think I hated most was the photoshoots - these
had degenerated from me "posing" artfully with the
stills photographer making salacious pictures of my
body, to now having to take part in the filing of porn
DVDs.  It wasn't so bad, I suppose, when it was where
they'd lined up a couple of other guys and some seedy
director got us to fuck each other in various
combinations, with a camera man always moving around
us, poking the snout of his lens in at us. I usually
managed to avoid getting fucked, as the directors
recognised that I had a nice big cock and a natural
talent for "topping" that seemed to come over on the
screen (let alone that my muscular butt and legs made
for spectacular shots from behind!), and so it was
sensible to use me in that role.  But there's only so
many gay DVDs one bloke can make as the market gets
"saturated" with the sight of him, Dan was told, and
so he moved me on to making hetero porn.

Look, it would have been my dream at one time -
getting to fuck reasonable looking women without  all
the need to chat them up and all that kind of thing.
But now it was different - for one thing, you try
actually fucking with an audience watching you (well,
the director, a cameraman, the other actors.... It was
rarely less than six or seven people watching me go at
it).  And for another, of course, I'd really gone off
women and it was faintly disgusting to see their fat
bodies under mine as I did the business.    Going home
on the train after one of these sessions, Dan and I
were in a relatively quiet corner of the carriage and
I tackled him about it.

"Oh come on, Steve!" - I think he thought I was joking
at first - "You were always telling me about all those
women you'd had - and I bet the women you get put with
now are a lot better looking than some of the stuff
you'd have found in the bars and on the street corners
in army towns!  There's a lot of blokes  in the office
at the site who'd give their eye teeth to have the
chance to fuck some of that prime stuff you get put
to."

"Dan, please!  Since I met you.... Well, I don't want
to go with them....  I want you, Dan...."

"You know that's not possible, Steve."

"But Dan, it's vile - making me fuck women, making me
do it with all those people watching, too.  I have a
hard time keeping it up sometimes, I can tell you."

"Ah, so this is all about Steve fearing to fail, is
it?  Well we can fix that for you, Steve - quite a lot
of the blokes use Viagara, they tell me...."

"Dan, I don't want to fuck women...."

"..and you know that the market for giving you a nice
boy to go at has dried up!  We need to 'rest you' for
a few months before you can do some more, to give time
for the market to forget you a bit."

"I was going to say, if you'd let me finish, that I
don't want to fuck anyone other than you.... We're
meant to be lovers...."

Dan went kind of silent then.  Then he leant close to
me (and I desperately wanted to wrap my arms around
him, but of course we couldn't do that in public, on
the train).  "Steve, you know how it is... We're
reliant on the money, and I can't have you not
working.  If it was just me, it would be easy... But
there's Julie, and the boys....  Steve, you've got to
believe me.... I wouldn't make you do this if it
wasn't absolutely necessary."

"It's OK for you to say that, Dan".  I knew he was
sincere, but I was still a bit pissed off.  "But it's
not you having to do it.  And I hate the women, and,
another thing, they make me wear those disgusting
condoms..."

"There's some sort of agreement about that, Steve, so
there's nothing  I can do.  All the makers get the
blokes to wear them."

"They didn't when I was doing the male ones!"

"That's because they were intended for the 'grey'
market:  it's much more exciting for the audience to
see two blokes going at it raw.  If they were for the
normal market, you'd have to have a plastic mac on as
well"

"Well I don't like any of it.  I don't like fucking
the blokes publicly anyway, as I've said.  If I was
going to fuck a bloke, Dan, I want it to be you... And
we never seem to find time for it."

"I know, Steve.  And don't you think I want you, just
as much as you want me?  Even more, probably.  But
we've got to live in the real world: you know that as
well as I do."

"Dan, why don't we just chuck it all in?  Get on a
plane, run away, go and start a new life
somewhere...."

Dan looked so wistful, but gave a little shrug.  "You
know we can't do that, Steve.  I've got
responsibilities, even though you haven't.  What would
happen to Julie and Shane and Liam if I ran off with
you?"

He looked worse then, and went on "It's not that I
don't want to do it, Steve.  I can't think of anything
better than to be somewhere with you, living
together.... So I could wake up every morning next to
you in bed, like that night Liam was born....  But it
isn't going to happen, Steve - the price is too high."

"So what's going to happen to us, Dan?"

"Look, Steve, for the time being at least, we just
have to go on the way we are.  Perhaps one day, when
I'm free of debt...."

"It's not enough, Dan."

"Well it's all there is.  There's no way around it."

"But I'm so fucking miserable... I want you, Dan..."

"And I want you, Steve.  You know that, don't you.
But we just have to make the most of what we've got."

"That's not good enough!"

Dan turned to face me as the train sped on through the
night.  "Look, Steve, there's only two choices:  go on
as we are, or break it off, break it off totally."

"We can't do that...."

"We could, Steve.  Blokes break up all the time.  It's
more difficult for us, obviously, but I could sell you
- I'd make sure you went to a good home, obviously, as
I love you, Steve, and I wouldn't want anything bad to
happen to you...."

I sat there, feeling so miserable.  I didn't want to
lose Dan - or could I trust my own feelings?  Was it
that I didn't want to lose him, or was it that I was
afraid of being sold:  life working as Dan's slave
might be hard, and I might always be exhausted, and
hate having to take part in porn... But it could be a
whole lot worse, after all:  I could be down the
mines, or working on a road crew, or something.  Or
even being in a brothel, I suppose, having to fuck
whatever came along - or being fucked by fat old
geezers who had to pay for it.  I shuddered at the
thought.

The more I thought about it, though, the more I knew
it wasn't my "selfish" feelings - it was that I
couldn't bear to be separated from Dan.  I wanted to
put my arms around him then and crush him to me, feel
his heart beating through his shirt, thrust my tongue
down his throat, hold his cock, smell his sweat.....
But on that fucking train all I could do is turn to
him and mutter "Dan, I love you.... I couldn't bear
losing you, or not seeing you again...."

"Me too, Steve! So I guess we have to carry on then?"

"Yes, I guess so - those snatched moments are better
than none.  But it's fucking hard, Dan...."

"Oh for Christ sake, Steve, to hear you talk, you'd
think you were the only one who was suffering!  Don't
you think it's torture for me, too?  Seeing you lying
there in the morning, and watching your body as you
get up, and knowing it could be me lying next to you
if things were different?  And how do you think I feel
when I see you fucking those other men - and women -
when you do the porn stuff?"

I sort of nodded in agreement, and we sat there in a
mute, dumb silence for the rest of the journey, each
alone with his thoughts, and his misery.

The only bright spot on the horizon was that the Great
Northern Slave Show was on the horizon, held over
three days at Harrogate.  It was much too far to
travel every day, so I reckoned that there would be at
least two nights alone with Dan!  And Dan gave me a
conspiratorial wink as one night later in the week he
was on the phone to a cheap hotel in the area - Julie
was in the room, so he had to be careful in what he
was saying.  I heard him ask about "facilities for
slaves", and then he repeated, perhaps a little too
exaggeratedly, "You say they're all caged together at
night, and that it's 'plain but utilitarian'?"  There
was a pause, and Dan went on "Well I'm sorry, but
that's not satisfactory - my slave's a bit of a
special one, and we're at the Slave Show:  he has to
be in tip-top condition, and so I think I'll need to
keep him near me.   How much more would it be for a
double room?"

He talked a bit more, and then quoted his credit card
number, and when he put the phone down he said,
perhaps a bit brazenly "I've had to get a double room,
Jules - I didn't want Steve caged up with the other
slaves overnight.  You never know what sort of
riffraff get put in those communal slave dormitories
at a hotel... And I can't risk having Steve damaged,
with the Show on...."

"Of course, Dan!  You did absolutely the right thing -
it wouldn't be very nice for Steve, anyway, to be in a
cage...."

"Well I don't expect it's a cage, as such - more like
a barracks room, or something, with them all locked up
securely overnight."

"No, you're right, Dan - Steve deserves a bit of
comfort if he's going to win for us....  But I know
what men are like when they're away together:  I don't
want you and Steve drinking until all hours in the
morning..... Or you taking him off to a sex club, or
something...."

"Jules, be serious!  I'm not drinking with Steve, as
he's got to be in good condition.  And why would I
want to go to a sex club, when I've got you....   No,
we'll be tucked up in bed by nine, at the latest!"

I had to look away, as I felt so embarrassed, as I
earnestly hoped we would indeed be snug in bed that
early!

When we got to Harrogate for the Show it was much the
same as usual - Joe was in the rest and preparation
area and we took the space next to him as we usually
did, as Dan liked to talk to the Captain and get
little hints and tips about the show world.  As I was
stripping off and pulling my "show" shorts on, Joe
took a good long look at me.

"So how's it going, now you've lost the 'skin?"

"Not as much fun when I wank.  But otherwise it's OK,
I suppose."

"It's for the best though, Steve - I reckon you'll win
this time, now you're up to proper 'breed' standard."

As he said this Joe moved closer to me, and reached
down and took my cock in his hand.

"Hey.... Fuck off, will you?"

"Oh come on, Steve - I only wanted to see what kind of
a job he'd done on you.  It feels pretty good,
actually - so often the shaft isn't smooth like this
and there's some roughness where the cut was made."

"Joe, let go, will you?  I'm not some fucking queer...
I don't like blokes playing with my cock...."

Joe laughed, and still held on to my cock, which I
realised was starting to erect as it was actually
quite exciting to have another man holding my manhood
in that semi-public place:  there was the usual number
of "rubberneckers" looking over the low barriers, and
of course I was stark naked as I hadn't yet pulled my
shorts on, and I could almost feel their eyes staring
at my bum.

"Steve, stop bullshitting, will you?", Joe laughed.
"It's well known that you like blokes - most of us
have seen you on those DVDs Dan makes you do, and we
can just tell that you like being with blokes.  Some
of us watched a couple of them last week - one where
you were fucking women, and the other when you had our
cock up two or three nice slim lads - and you could
just tell that it was a real chore for you to do the
women, and you were really enjoying those men...."

"I don't have any choice about it, you  know that.
When your owner tells you to so something, you have
to..."

"Steve, stop fooling yourself, will you?  And stop
bullshitting me.  Of course you do what your owner
tells you.  But some of it you enjoy a whole lot more
than the rest!  And you're like a lot of blokes, I
reckon - you've found out that sex with other men is a
whole lot more fun than just fucking women.  And your
body's giving you away now, too.... I can feel your
cock going hard, can't I?  There's no fooling that,
Steve...."

I didn't know what to do.  Of course I was erect now,
with Joe's  warm hand wrapped around my cock and with
his finger gently teasing the flange around my cock
head - it was really sensitive,  and having his finger
just touch it was a sensuous experience it itself.
I'd found a whole new set of sensations following the
'skinning, and having  something touching that part of
my head always turned me on.

"Joe... Please...", I hissed.  "All those people are
watching us....."

Joe didn't let me go, though.  Instead, he curled his
other arm around my waist, and pulled me closer to him
so that we were so close that my cock was almost
stabbing in to him, and our torsos were pressed close
together.  His face was right up to mine, too, and he
muttered "Come on, Steve, let's give them a real
show....." As he suddenly pressed his lips to mine and
pushed with his tongue.  Well, I was so surprised that
my mouth opened, and then you know what it's like when
there's a bloke's tongue down your throat.... you just
have to respond, don't you?  And, a little to my own
amazement, I found my hand going behind Joe's head and
pulling him even closer to me, so that I could in turn
start to fuck his throat with my tongue.  At the same
time I realised my erection was almost painful now,
from where it was being crushed by Joe's hand and our
bodies, and as we moved and shuffled against each
other, I could feel the power of Joe's cock through
his thin show shorts as he pressed against me.

I became aware of noises - chuckling, a few handclaps
- and realised a little audience had collected on the
other side of the low screens, an audience that was
watching us with enormous interest.  "If they were
dogs, I'd throw a bucket of cold water over them",
someone shouted.  "That's the only way to separate
dogs who try to mate in the preparation area!"

I pulled away from Joe, and stood there, panting from
the arousal, and desperately searched in Dan's kit bag
for my shorts, then, still flustered and embarrassed,
hopped around dementedly trying to pull them on and
hide my cock and bum from the audience.  It was just
as well, as Dan and the Captain came up shortly
afterwards and Dan looked curiously at me.  "Are you
OK, Steve?"

"Sure,  of course.  Why shouldn't I be?"

"You look a bit flustered, that's all.  And you're
blushing.  And there are some marks on your skin....."
 Dan reached out and gently stroked his hand over my
waist, where Joe's fingers had left pressure marks.

"Oh, well at least these aren't serious... I thought
for a moment you might have fallen against something
and bruised yourself..... And we don't want you losing
marks for a poor show condition.  But what are
they?....  It's odd, as they look fresh....."

"Joe was showing me a wrestling hold...", I stammered.
 "...and we forgot about  the possibility of skin
marks.... I'm sorry...."

"Wrestling holds?"

I was recovering confidence now, but as with so many
things, once you've started to lie, you have to carry
on, and elaborate it.

"Yes... Joe had seen something on TV.  And he asked me
about it, and whether we did that stuff in the army,
and I told him I didn't understand, so he started to
show me....."

Dan looked oddly at me, clearly not sure whether I was
telling the truth.  So I stuttered on "But we didn't
do it... In the army, I mean.... So ... Anyway, it
doesn't matter now.... But I can show you later,
tonight.....  If you're that interested...."

The Captain cut in then, glaring at Joe.  "I've warned
you before, boy, not to fool around with the other
slaves here in the preparation area!  Wrestling hold,
indeed!"

"It's true, sir....", Joe's voice was wheedling and
sly, as if he was daring his owner to call him a liar.
  "I thought Steve would know all about that sort of
stuff, him having been in the army...."

"Well next time, boy, just sit quietly when I'm not
here, or else after the show you'll feel the cane
again.  You remember last time?  You didn't like it
very much.  Didn't like it at all, as I remember.  So
beware."

Dan looked at the Captain.  "Surely you don't cane
Joe?"

"Why ever not?"

"Well, he's a mature man... Older than Steve, even.
And a big man, too.."

The Captain looked surprised.  "Yes... And your point
is?"

"Well", Dan went on, "I thought that owners really
only caned younger slaves - pups and so on, like the
youngsters we see here...."

"Dan, you must run a very strange house, that's all  I
can say!  How on earth do you punish Steve when he's
disobedient, if you don't cane him?  Surely you don't
use a whip?   I used to do the usual thing and
withhold Joe's food as a punishment, but then he
started to get out of condition, so I had to revert to
traditional means.  It doesn't look to me as if you
starve Steve..."

"No, of course not.  It's just that the question of
punishment doesn't really arise - Steve's obedient,
and works hard."

"My good sir...."  The Captain sounded shocked now as
he addressed Dan.  "I think you're missing out here!
All slaves appear to work hard, but even so, they can
always be made to give just that little extra if
they're 'encouraged' with the cane."

"No, not Steve!  When he gets  away from the site
where he works, he's absolutely dead beat and
exhausted...."

"You may believe he is.  He may even genuinely believe
it himself.    But the human body always keeps a small
reserve of energy back, 'for emergencies', so to
speak.  Think of it - ancient man, hunting, might get
totally exhausted as he did it.  But then a lion
attacks and turns on him.... If he hadn't got
something in reserve to fight back with, or flee with,
he'd be dead.  So he wouldn't breed, or wouldn't be as
likely to breed as a man who had a small reserve of
energy.  So evolution would favour the keeping of a
reserve.... It's all there in the theory of evolution,
you know."

"So are you telling me, Captain, that even if Steve
was completely exhausted, and even believed himself to
be that way, that if I caned him he'd do more work?"

"Exactly!  Every slave owner knows that, or ought to
know it.  And as for being well-behaved - well, I
don't doubt it.  Joe's perfectly well behaved, too...
But sometimes he tends to bend the truth a little....
I don't really believe this wrestling hold rubbish for
a moment!  And then he needs to be reminded that
there's only one acceptable standard for a slave:
complete honesty.  When we get home from this show
Joe's buttocks will certainly feel the cane to show
him my displeasure, and I'd counsel you to do the same
with Steve."

"But I've never punished Steve..."

"Well there's always a first time.  And it's good for
the slave - think of it that way:  it reminds him that
you're in control of him totally.  A free man never
receives physical punishment, after all, so when you
cane the slave it reminds him of lowly status.
Sometimes I punish Joe for very minor things, just to
reinforce that view."

"I'm not sure I could actually take a cane to Steve's
bum..."

"My good sir, you simply must.  Most owners find the
administration of corporal punishment to their slaves
is extremely therapeutic  - for themselves, a s much
as for the slave!  Once you get started, it can be
hard to stop as you see the bright red marks break out
across the skin.... There's something special about
striping a man's buttocks with good hard strikes of
the cane."

I don't think Dan wanted to continue wit this
conversation, so he gave me a friendly slap on the
bum, and half laughing, said "Well I think we'll have
to try that, Steve!  But not until the show is over,
eh?  It wouldn't do our chances of winning any good if
there were lines across your bum when you have to
parade around in the G, or the loin cloth!"

Well, I won't bore you with another account of the
heats and things, and, to tell you the truth, I almost
didn't care about them at all as I was so looking
forward to the day being over and going off to the
hotel with Dan.  So when we were "finished" I was in a
real state of excitement as I pulled my jeans and T
on, grabbed my jacket, and stood there by Dan as he
fussed around saying goodnight to the other owners,
and all that sort of stuff.

The hotel Dan had booked wasn't in Harrogate itself as
he said that it was too expensive, especially with the
Show being on, and so we drove about twenty miles out
to where it was on one of the major roads or other -
one of those quasi-motel kinds of places with no
"luxury", just clean rooms at low prices.  When we
went into reception there was a bit of an argument as
the receptionist saw my collar, deduced - correctly -
that I was a slave, and briskly told Dan that slaves
were not allowed in the rooms, and that there was a
slave caging and guardianship facility out in the
back. Dan pointed out that he'd booked - and was
paying for - double occupancy and that when he'd
talked about caging when he made the reservation, he'd
explained why this wasn't possible as I was such a
valuable slave, and he couldn't risk me being damaged
because of the Show.

The bitch was adamant, though, that as a slave I was
not allowed in.  "It's the other guests, sir - suppose
they saw him in the corridor, or the breakfast
room...."

"He's perfectly respectable.... And we won' be taking
breakfast, anyway...."

"I'm sorry, sir.  The hotel rules absolutely forbid
it, and  I apologise for the confusion that has arisen
- the person taking your booking must have been
unaware of the hotel's policy.  I'll gladly refund
your deposit...."

"But we've got nowhere else to go, and I'm tired -
I've had a long day...."

"I'm sorry, sir.  But those are the rules.  No slaves
in the hotel.  If you take the slave out to the caging
facility, I'll gladly charge you only for a single
room...."

Dan sighed, then turned to me.  "On your knees,
Steve."

I thought I'd misheard him at first, and just stood
there.  "Not you, too, Steve!  I'm sick of arguing...
I said to get down on your fucking knees! Now, just do
it, will you?"

Shrugging, I knelt down, and the receptionist peered
over the desk at me.  Dan reached down and used his
key to undo my collar, and pulled it off and dropped
it into his pocket.  "OK, Steve, on your feet...."

I got up, and Dan looked he receptionist straight in
the eye.  "Now, that double room I booked...."

"Sir, as  I said, no slaves..."

"How dare you call my companion a slave!", Dan
countered.  "What makes you think he's a slave?"

"The collar...."

"What collar?"

Just at that moment the front doors opened and a man
and a woman came in.  Dan called to them "Sir,
madam.... Be prepared to be insulted here!  This
receptionist believes that if two people arrive here
together, one of them is a slave!"

The couple looked at Dan oddly, and he turned to the
receptionist again.  "Now, I'm going to watch you
attempt to check those people in - and see whether you
insist that one of them goes to the slave cages!  You
have no more reason for supposing that one of them
isn't a slave, after all.  Perhaps they took their
collar off in the car park....."

Sensing defeat ,the receptionist almost threw a key
across the desk at Dan.  He slapped me on the back,
and,  both laughing, we went off to find the room.

Once in there, of course, we couldn't wait to tear
each others clothes off, even though the heating
wasn't on and it was a bit on the cold side.  And much
as I wanted to kiss, and stroke, and fondle, and
caress him, our needs were just too great:  I simply
had to throw him across the bed, and then almost crush
him with my body as I launched myself on top of him so
I could get my cock lodged where it belonged.

The problem with those short, very intense bouts of
fucking is that that really exhaust you, I think:  you
put just as much effort into a five minute fuck as if
you take your time over it.  But it was good - really
good - for me, although poor Dan didn't enjoy it quite
as much as I realised I hurt him in my frenzy.  Not
seriously, of course - but you know how it is when a
cock goes in you and you haven't been properly
stretched and so on, and I hadn't done that, so great
was my need to get started.  So when Dan started to
shout and cry out, I pushed his head down into the bed
to shut him up a bit as I didn't want us to disturb
the other guests - in this cheap place I could hear
the next door TV through the wall, and so I knew they
could hear us if we made too much noise.  And
afterwards as I lay on him, covered in sweat, I
suddenly knew that I'd had an even better time that
I'd thought - somehow "taking" Dan rather than making
love to him properly and gently, was thrilling and
exciting.

Even as I thought this, though, I began to be sorry.
I loved Dan, after all, and I wanted to do all this
stuff together, properly.  I got off him and went into
the bathroom to wash my cock, and when I came back Dan
was still lying there, motionless.  I threw myself
down alongside him, and put one leg over him so that
he could feel my body pressed all against his.

"Bastard!", he muttered.

"Dan, I'm sorry....  But I wanted you so much.  I was
desperate.... I don't know what got into me..."

"Well  I know what got in to me!  And I'll be sore
from it for a week at least!"

"Hey, I said I was sorry... Anyway, don't be such a
wimp...."

"Steve, if you'd just taken cock like that, and been
fucked that hard, you'd be complaining too, believe
me."

"Oh come on!  Just a bit of pain in your bum, and you
make out it's like the end of the world...."

"OK, that's it!    I've told you before, Steve, that
you need to remember to be respectful.  And you've
gone too far, as usual.  So when we get home we'll see
how you react to a 'just a bit of pain in the bum' as
you call it.  I'll borrow one of the Captain's canes,
and we'll see just how tough you really are when those
red stripes start to cut across your buttocks..."

"You wouldn't..... You can't cane me...."

"I can, and I will. You're a slave, remember?"

I turned to him and smiled.  "There's just one
problem, Dan.... Tonight, I'm not a slave.... At least
not according to the hotel... And look.... No collar!"

He lay there, impassive.  So I went on "So I wonder
what it's like when two men want a bit of fun
together, when, to the outside world, either of them
could be the owner, and either the slave?"

Dan was still impassive, but I could sense his
excitement was mounting.  I pulled him close to me and
tried to kiss him, but he resisted - not very hard,
but he did resist.

"You know, Dan, with all this talk of caning, I reckon
that if one of those two men wasn't co-operating, the
other might think about encouraging him..... Or even
punishing him, as if he was a slave..."   As I said
this, I pushed myself away from Dan, sat on the edge
of the bed, and then before he could react, I dragged
him over to me - his hands scrabbled frantically at
the covers as I used my strength to haul him along.  I
pushed him over my knee, and slapped his bum hard,
four times, twice on each cheek.  And then, of course,
I pulled him upright and sat him on my thighs, and
before he could resist any more I wrapped my arms
around him so he couldn't escape, and started to kiss
him.

This time he didn't resist - far from it!  His hands
were around me, racing feverishly up and down my back,
and when we eventually did break off he was almost mad
with frustration.   He was laughing, as he said "You
bastard, Steve.... You know I can't retaliate!"

"...because I'm big and strong, and I can pick you up
and put you across my lap..."

"...because I can't risk damaging your skin, stupid!
I can't even hug you properly, in case I bruise you.
And I want to push my fingers into your muscles, bite
your shoulders.... And slap your bum, too...."

"So are we friends again, then?"

"Steve, we're owner and slave...."

"No, stupid... Tonight!  You took my collar off,
remember?  Now, as we're both equal, at least here in
this room, let's make the most of it....."

Well it was absolutely amazing, absolutely the best
sex I'd ever had.  Dan was rock hard after his little
spanking, and I  gently pushed him back onto the bed
and started kissing and licking him all over, ending
up with a mouth full of his cum after what, by any
standards was an epic blow job.  But then I was ready
for it again, and this time, in spite of his protests
that he didn't think he could take my cock again as he
was so sore, I took it so slowly and gently that it
went beyond the merely sensual and erotic onto a whole
new plane of enjoyment that left us exhausted and
helpless in each others arms.

The problem with such epic sex is that it makes you
sleepy, as I'm sure you know.  In my imagination I'd
been looking forward to lying awake most of the night,
feeling Dan against me and the warmth of his breath on
my  skin, and then waking him gently, ever so gently,
by the ardour of my love making.  But instead of that
it was all wasted - Dan was shaking me awake as it was
morning and we had to be up and off to the fucking
Show!    Still, Dan fussed around, watching me as I
showered and shaved, and it was really fun to have his
hands all over me as he tested and probed to make sure
I was squeaky clean and smooth, although he wouldn't
wank me or anything, as he said it would probably be
worth some extra points if I  "showed I was
interested" when the judges felt my cock and balls.

End Of Part 12