Date: Wed, 26 Apr 2006 15:22:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Slave Show, Part  Thirteen

THE SLAVE SHOW

By Pete Brown.   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part  Thirteen

I went through all that day in a fever of excitement,
looking forward to picking up where we'd left off the
night before.  Inside the hall where he Show was being
held, though, we were a bit cut off from the world as
there was no "outside awareness", and so when we came
to leave that night we were amazed to find that the
weather had turned and the car park was already
covered with a thin dusting of snow.  Dan looked at it
and shrugged, as he said he was a careful driver, and
we set off for the hotel.

The problem is that Dan had lived all his life in the
south, and wasn't prepared for how bad the weather
could be, and how quickly it could change. And as we
started to cross the high moors with no trees or
anything giving protection to the road, the snow was
drifting across it.  Those twenty miles to the hotel
began to look a bit problematic, although Dan kept
telling me everything would be all right.    When we
were about half way, though, with the snow swirling
around outside, someone hadn't been such a good driver
as us: coming up out of the storm we noticed a car in
front of us in the ditch - well, not so much "in the
ditch" as half way down quite a steep incline, with
its lights still on.

We stopped of course, and ran down, to find the car
looked pretty wrecked, and the driver trapped behind
the steering wheel.  "Call the emergency services on
your mobile, Dan", I snapped, taking charge
automatically as I'd got used to dealing with
emergencies like this in the army.

"No good, mate....", the trapped driver managed to
gasp.  "No service out here, in the middle of the
moors.  Help me, please... Go and fetch help...."

Dan looked at me, asking what to do.  "We can't leave
him", I snapped.  "It's way below freezing now.  I'm
not sure we could make it to the hotel quickly enough
to be able to summon help, before he gets hypothermia.
 We've got to get him out."

"No, Steve... They always say you should leave an
accident victim for the experts...."

"Dan, shut the fuck up!  You need to assess he
situation, and you leave him if that's the best thing
to do.  But if he might die whilst the exerts are
coming, then you take minimal action there and then.
Simple, really.  Anyway, I've done first-aid.... Let's
see what the problem is...."

I wrenched the car door open, needing all my strength
to tug and pull at the twisted metal, and leaned right
in, and started to run my hands over the driver.  As
far as I could tell, there were no major injuries, and
the only blood was coming from a small cut on his
forehead where he'd banged into something before the
airbag inflated.  But the steering column had
collapsed awkwardly as the car nose-dived off the
road, and the poor guy was trapped.

Without a diagram I can't explain it very well, and I
particularly can't explain how we tore one of the
fence posts by the road out of the ground, and then
managed to lever  the steering column up enough so we
could drag the driver out.  Dan just did as I told
him, and all the time I kept telling the trapped bloke
not to worry, as he was going to be OK.  He was
terrified that the car might burst into flames with
him still inside it, and, to tell you the truth, so
was I - but you work away at times like that, don't
you, in spite of your personal safety?  But I did
order Dan to keep well back at one point when the
metal was scraping about, telling him that he had to
think about Julie and the kids if there was going to
be an explosion.

I actually carried the driver in my arms, and just as
we got about ten yards away, back up towards the road,
there was this terrific roar behind us as the car did
indeed go up in flames.

Dan stood there, looking sick!  "Fuck me, Steve....
That was close...."

"Yeah.  I've been in some tight ones in the army, but
that just about caps it...."

The bloke in my arms was shivering and I muttered
"Hey, take it's easy... It's all over now - you're
safe...."

"I'm so fucking cold...."

I lowered him gently down on his feet, and sort of
enfolded him with my body, as best  I could.  "Can you
stand?"

"Yes..."

"I thought so - I don't think there's anything broken.
 You're just sore.... And cold.... Come here...."

I started to massage some life and warmth back into
his limbs then, and pushed him towards the car.  "Get
that heater going, Dan!  Don't stand there like a
fuckwit...."

Dan scurried to obey, and I sat with the bloke in the
back, still rubbing life and warmth back into his arms
and legs, as I rapped "Now, Dan, show me just how good
a driver you are!  Get us the next few miles to the
hotel, mate.... Without accident!"

It took ages, but he managed it, and by now the snow
was really thick.  We staggered into reception, and
Dan wanted to call the emergency services straight
away.  But I looked at the bloke and said "I reckon
you're OK, mate - it's pretty grim out there, and I
don't think they'd have  an easy time of getting here:
 but it's your call.  I reckon a good night's sleep
and you'll feel a lot better - if we call them now,
you'll be carted off god knows where as most of the
hospitals will be dealing with emergencies.... "

"You're right.  I don't want a big fuss.  It's bad
enough to crash the car, but if I'm in hospital it
will be sort of.... sort of embarrassing."

"You mean you've got two cocks, or something? How can
being in hospital be embarrassing?"

"No... But I'm a journalist.  And I've had a lot of
pieces recently about how bad hospitals are, and how
they waste money dealing with accident victims who
brought their injuries on themselves.... An now here I
am, crashed because I was going too fast for that
weather.  I'll be the laughing stock of Fleet Street
when the other papers get hold of it, and find I had
to be taken off to a hospital and 'wasted' their
money...."

I felt my anger bristling inside me.  "You fucking
reporters - always making a fuss about something and
making life hard for people.... Always goading the
government, and the courts...."

He looked at me.  "Hey, steady on... You can't blame
the press for everything...."

Dan pushed us apart, as we'd kind of faced up to each
other as we stood there in reception.  "Hey.... What's
your name, anyway?"

"Jason."

"Well, Jason, I'm Dan, and this is Steve, and Steve's
a slave!  And I reckon he probably wouldn't be a slave
if the press hadn't made such a big fuss about
everything and the government reacted and tried him
and his mates for a crime that wasn't a crime
really....  But look, it probably wasn't you that did
it, but it might have been your newspaper!  So you can
understand why Steve doesn't like newspapermen..."

"Fucking right!", I cut in.  "If I'd have known you
were a reporter, you'd still be out there in snow..."

"Back off, Steve!", Dan commanded. And then to Jason,
he smiled "Steve's  not serious.  You saw how he took
command.... He just can't resist taking charge when
there's something going on."

He stopped then as both Jason and I had relaxed (and I
suppose I was starting to feel pretty good about what
I'd done).  Then he went on "You'd better get booked
in, as I don't think any of us are leaving
tonight...."

Well, it turned out that there weren't any rooms, of
course, as a lot of motorists had stopped as the
weather turned from bad to worse, and there were
already people trying to sleep on chairs in the lounge
and reception area.  Jason just shrugged, and muttered
something about it being "no worse than being on an
aeroplane across the Atlantic" and that he'd be OK,
but Dan  looked at him and said "Hey, no problem -
there are two beds in our room, and Steve can sleep on
the floor...."

"Dan...", I whispered urgently.  "It's our second
night together... We were going to carry on where we
left off last night...  There won't be another chance
for ages...."

"Steve, be sensible!  We can't leave a bloke like
Jason here in reception, trying to sleep on a chair!
He's probably all bruised, and needs a proper bed...."

Well, there was nothing  I could do about it, was
there?  So we all three trooped up to our room, and
Dan pointed out the bed that we hadn't used the night
before to Jason.

"You must be a hard master, Dan", Jason said
innocently.  "Making Steve sleep on the floor last
night, even though there was a spare bed here!"

Dan didn't make a direct reply, but suggested to Jason
that he ought to have a hot bath to take away some of
the ache from his body.  And I added "And I reckon I
ought to go over you again just to make sure nothing's
broken.... I did first aid in the army."

Jason didn't seem to be bothered about stripping off
in front of us, and was soon standing there in his
briefs.  He hadn't got a bad body for a bloke who
presumably spent a lot of time behind a desk at a PC,
and as we'd turned the heating right up when we went
in, he was no longer shivering  or anything.  I was
hot, though, so pulled off my outdoor coat and
pullover so I was just in a T, and Jason gave a low
whistle.  "Wow, Dan - your slave's superb!  No wonder
he could do all that stuff back at the car, with
muscles like those!"

As I ran my hands over Jason's body, Dan therefore
gave him a brief potted history of me - how I'd been a
soldier, then how they'd enslaved me after the fucking
disaster in Africa, and how he'd found me working on
construction and had decided to "show" me.  "So you
see", he added, "Steve's always been pretty fit, and
now I really make sure he's in first class condition -
he's a real champion:  most men would, after all, die
to have a body like his."

I was almost certain I could see Jason's cock going
hard inside his briefs as he nodded in approval, and
when I got up from where I'd been kneeling to go over
his legs properly, he almost instantly went into the
bathroom, closing the door behind him, as if he was a
bit embarrassed.  I at once threw my arms around Dan
and went to kiss him, but he pushed me away.

"Dan, for fuck's sake - we were going to have a proper
night together.... Now he's here and we've only got
the time he's in the bath.... Come on, mate...." I
muttered, trying to pull him to me again and at the
same time reaching down to fondle his cock through his
jeans.

"Steve, stop it, will you?  We can't do anything now,
not with him in the bathroom... He might come out at
any moment..."

"So what?  We're two blokes together - it's all
legal...."

"...and what about the headlines in his paper saying
'champion slave fucked by his owner' in big letters,
for Julie to see?"

"Well it wouldn't be true, would it?  It would have to
be 'Champion slave fucks his owner'."  I tried to make
a joke of it, but  I could see what he meant.  "You
don't think he'd write that, do you?"

"They're always looking for stories.... And I reckon
he's from one of those tabloids that's always printing
sordid sensation."

"Yes, but most owners fuck their slaves, or so they
say.  So it's not a story really."

"But there's the extra bit, Steve - you're not just a
slave, you're a champion slave.  And if he asks me
about myself, and I tell him about Julie an the
boys...."

Well there was no shaking Dan, and I felt so fucking
frustrated as I could see we weren't going to have
another night of passion.  We kissed, though, but only
briefly as we heard the lavatory flush, and the next
moment Jason came out of the bathroom.  He'd got a
small towel around his waist, and was holding his
briefs in his hand, and seemed completely
unselfconscious as he strode over to the bed (exposing
a lot of thigh on the way), pulled the covers back,
then whipped the towel off completely before getting
in.  He saw Dan and me watching him, and almost
laughed.  "Sorry, Dan - you're not embarrassed, are
you?  I still play a lot of rugger and go away with
the team on tours and stuff, and we all share rooms of
course...."

"Hell no", Dan cut in.  "I play football every Sunday,
and when we go away on our annual tour it's the same
with us lads."

Dan began to get ready for bed then, stripping off as
Jason watched and walking into the bathroom naked,
then coming out and getting into the other bed.
"Hurry up, Steve", he called out to me.  "I want to
turn the light off, as we've got a long day tomorrow
and we need to get some sleep...."

Well it didn't bother me to strip off, of course, and
I even had a shower as I was really sweaty after all
the exertion I'd done.  But when I went back into the
bedroom Dan and Jason were sitting up in their beds,
and Jason looked at Dan "Wow!  I see what you mean
about Steve being a champion!  He's magnificent - and
that chain collar really sets him off, doesn't it?
Somehow he's not 'naked' he's kind of 'nude' wearing
that, and it's much more erotic."

"Yeah.  Steve's doing well at the Shows.  I'm doing
all right on my investment.  You sound as if you know
something about it, though?"

"Oh, you know how it is - every now and then I have to
do a story about slaves, or crooked auctioneers, or
masters who have been prosecuted by the RSPCS.."

"RSPCS?"

"You know, like the Royal Society for the Prevention
of Cruelty to Animals, but for slaves.  So I get to
see a lot of slaves, and usually when they're stripped
for sale, or having their wounds exhibited in court.
It's not often I get sight of such a superb piece of
male flesh as Steve, though.  A lot of the slaves I
see aren't in very good condition, so it's a nice
change to see what a thoughtful, considerate owner can
make of a slave."

Dan half shrugged.  "Oh it's not just me - it's Steve,
mostly.  Even before I bought him and started grooming
him and training him for the Shows he was in pretty
good nick - he worked, and still does when we're not
showing, in heavy construction and unlike some of the
slaves he was always willing to work hard, to be the
one who took the heavy end of the beam if they were
carrying things, to load his barrow just that bit
more.... He's really willing, and a hard worker..."

"It sounds to me like you're saying it's not right
that he's a slave."

"Well it isn't!  It's only because the government
bowed to all those fucking little piss-poor African
nations in the UN and prosecuted their own
soldiers.... He was sent there and doing his best, as
usual, to do the right thing - he stopped a whole lot
of the natives from slaughtering each other, and then
from turning on his mates....  If he hadn't fired,
they'd all have been hacked to pieces by the black
savages.   He ought to be a fucking hero, not a
slave."

I stood there as Dan said all this, feeling really
proud of the way he stood up for me.  But then Dan
went on "Anyway, what's done is done.  They were all
hauled into court because the papers started to say
the government didn't care about the UN.  Then they
only reported how they'd shot at the 'innocent'
natives, not how all of them had big machetes and
things and were going to cut Steve and his mates into
little pieces.  But that's all water under the bridge.
 They did prosecute them, and they were all enslaved,
and here Steve is now, my slave."

Dan looked at me then.  "Come on, Steve - get a move
on!  You'd better wrap yourself in the bed cover, and
get as comfortable as you can on the armchair.  And
straight off to sleep - Jason and I don't want to be
kept awake as you lie there wanking!"

I smiled.  "Yes, sir!", I replied, exaggerating
deliberately, poking fun at him giving me orders about
something like that.  "No wanking, sir.  So you won't
be staying awake either, sir?"

Jason roared with laughter.  "He seems to know you
pretty well, Dan!"

"Well, you know, we spend a lot of time together...."

"I've never owned a slave, Dan... So I've never had
the use of one at a hotel...."

I saw Dan looking at Jason.  "So do yo want to fuck
him?"

"No!"

"...or have him fuck you?  You can see he's got a
pretty spectacular cock."

"I don't really do sex with men, Dan."

At once Dan started to blush.  "Oh, neither do I....
Of course.... I'm a happily married man.... With
kids....   But Steve's a slave, and I think he's been
with men,,,, and I just thought you might like...."

"It's very tempting, I must say.  But no thanks, all
the same..."

Well I was glad of that - although Jason seemed a nice
bloke and wasn't in bad shape, it was Dan I wanted,
Dan's body next to mine, Dan's arse wrapped around my
cock, Dan's throat sliding over my cock, Dan's scent
filling my nostrils....

I did wank, of course, as there was no way I could get
to sleep with my cock rock hard having been expecting
sex, but I did it quietly as you learn to in the army
- and I reckon Jason and Dan did the same thing, too.
Then in the morning I showered as Dan stood there
shaving, and I did at least get to pat his bum, and
wrap my arms around him as we both stood in the
bathroom, before he again pushed me away making little
"Ssshhhh..." noises, as he was concerned about Jason
hearing.  We both sat there then watching the TV news
as Jason got ready (his cock was erect as he strode
across the bedroom, but Dan and I pretended not to
notice), and we all went down to breakfast together.

The dining room was packed with all the stranded
motorists, and we had difficulty in finding a table.
It was one of those "serve yourself buffets", so I had
a huge plate crammed with sausages and bacon and eggs
and tomatoes and stuff, and Jason looked mildly
surprised.  Dan smiled "It's good staying at places
like this - we really get value for money at breakfast
time!"

"But look at Steve's plate - won't he get fat?  And
don't you make him eat slave chow?"

"Oh no - he does too much physical labour ever to get
fat.  And at home he lives as one of the family, so he
eats what we eat - although our food bill soared when
I bought him!  My wife says it's good to see a man
appreciate his food, though - it makes the time she
spends in the kitchen worth while."

"So he lives actually in the house?  You aren't
worried about him with your wife?  And you said
kids...?"

"Yes, two boys.  And of course I don't worry about
Steve!  If he wasn't a slave, we'd be best mates.  And
 I feel safer with him in the house with Julie and the
boys if I'm away - any burglars or thugs would come
off pretty badly, I reckon:  Steve would die defending
Julie from rapists..."

"You say that, Dan... But he is a slave."

"And, as I explained, wrongly so!  You saw how he
worked last night to get you free....  A slave could
just have stood there, and when I didn't know what to
do, he could have just watched you freeze to death."

Jason nodded, and looked thoughtful.  Then, when I'd
finished another big plateful, we all went onto
reception only to find that the roads out of the
village were all blocked, and weren't expected to open
until the afternoon.  The sun was out, though, and the
wind had dropped so we went outside and mooched
around, enjoying the open air.  Then Dan threw a
snowball at me... And, well, you know how it is when
blokes are mucking around a bit.... I threw one back,
Jason joined in, and then they both started pelting me
so I ran over and picked Dan up and dropped him into a
snow drift!  He lay there, almost submerged, hooting
with laughter, and when Jason carried on throwing
snowballs at me, I did the same thing to him so that
he was alongside Dan.

I had to pull them out, as they were helpless, and we
were all roaring with laughter - although the deep
loose snow had gone all into Dan and Jason's clothes,
so we went in and they decided they had to take them
off to get dry.  Well, with them both almost naked,
and all three of us still laughing and generally
mucking around, they decided I ought to be stripped,
too, and they tried to wrestle me down on to the
floor.  I had to be careful, of course, as I might
have hurt them, but I kind of "allowed" them to pull
my jeans and T off, and Jason sat astride my chest as
Dan held my legs down.

We were all laughing and it wasn't serious, but
Jason's crotch was right in front of my face in his
thin grey briefs, and his cock began to stir.  I
pushed my head up and forward playfully, pretending to
bite at him, and he shuffled his knees forward onto my
shoulders to try to pin me down.... So his crotch was
right over my face.  I could smell his male scent
faintly overlaid with dried piss from his briefs, and
as I looked up I could see his staring down at me.

"I reckon we've got this so-called tough slave pinned
down properly, Dan....  What shall we do with him?  He
needs paying back for dumping us in the snow...."

"I reckon you're right, Jason.  Let's strip him first,
as we said...."  As he said this, I could feel Dan's
hands on the waistband of my boxers, and then he
pulled them down, even though I tried to press my bum
into the carpet to prevent them moving.    Dan slid
his hand up and down my cock once or twice, and I knew
he was enjoying it as much as I was.  When he tweaked
the rim of my cock head, though, I couldn't help but
moan and cry, and buck around a bit with the sheer
excitement of it.  Jason's cock seemed to be going
rock solid as I writhed around under him, and then,
when he was looking around to try to see what Dan was
doing to me, I kind of flicked him off me, then
pounced so that he was now trapped under me.

I didn't use my knees on his shoulders, of course, as
that would have hurt him.  Instead I grabbed his
wrists and held them together and pushed them to the
floor above his head a s I squatted over him.  My cock
was scraping at his pecs, and I called out "Now pull
those briefs off him, Dan!"

After that, there was no way that Jason and I were
going to let Dan keep his boxers on, was there?  It
was a bit like the fun and games we used to have with
the new recruits, when we all ended up naked,
sprawling in a big heap.  And I couldn't resist
stroking Dan's cock,  I was so desperate for it....

Look, there are a lot of things three blokes can do
together.  I'm not writing a sex manual, so I don't
need to describe them.  None of us wanted to fuck,
actually, so we didn't.  But I honestly can't remember
whose cock  I sucked, and who sucked mine - I think we
all enjoyed each other, actually, and afterwards, we
kind of sprawled there in an untidy heap of bodies,
arms and legs, and it wasn't clear whose cum was where
either, and we didn't care!

After a fun time like that, though, the rest of the
day can go a bit flat.  So we lazed around, and Jason
started to ask me about the army, and in particular
the time in Africa, and how it felt to be prosecuted
by my own government, and then enslaved.  Towards the
end he looked at me thoughtfully.  "You know, Steve,
I'd have expected you to be really angry, all burning
up inside at the injustice of it all...."

"I was at first.  But there's no point, is there?
You've just got to get on with life, and play the
cards you've been dealt as best you can.... I was
enslaved, and that's a fact, and I try to make the
best of it... .and now Dan's my owner, it's not so
bad...."

"Especially if you have sex like that....?"

I blushed, and looked away.  Jason looked thoughtful
and then smiled.  "I see..... You don't want to rat on
Dan, do you?  His wife and all that?"

I looked down now.  "You know, Steve, there's no
problem with an owner fucking his slave... Lots of men
do.  And lots of them are married - I reckon slavery
is helping to hold a lot of marriages together:  the
divorce rate is right down since slavery was
introduced, as men can now enjoy themselves and not
need to get divorced...."

I still said nothing, and Jason laughed out loud now.
"Fuck me, Dan, but you've got a good slave here!  He
won't even admit you fuck him, even though it's
obvious you and he go at it like ferrets...."

"Jason, leave it, will you?  My wife wouldn't like it.
 I don't care what some owners do, or even what most
of them do!  If Julie thought that Steve and me were
fucking. I'd be out of the house!"

"Ah.... So you do, then?  Did I hear an admission
there, Dan?"

"Jason, listen to me!  Don't you dare print anything
like that, or even hint at it!  I know what your
fucking paper is like - all it wants is scandals and
sensations, and never mind the human cost...."

I sprang at Jason then, and before he could even react
I had him pinioned to the floor, this time not caring
whether I hurt him or not.  "Listen, you fucker!",  I
was almost screaming now.  "You do anything to hurt
Julie, or Dan.... And I'll track you down and kill
you, understand?  I'll break out from wherever I'm
caged, and hunt you down like the animal you are....
But no, I won't kill you, on second thoughts - I'll
just maim you so badly that you'll never walk
again....."

Dan's hands were pulling at my shoulders now,
urgently, frantically.  "Steve!  Stop it!  Let him go,
let him go NOW!"

Reluctantly I got off Jason, who was lying there
panting hard, looking shit scared.  Dan dropped to his
knees beside him.  "I'm sorry.... Steve shouldn't have
done that.... But, you know.... He cares about us....
"

Jason sat up.  "Dan, don't worry.  It's my fault - I
can understand why Steve is touchy about newspapers.
And I'm truly grateful to you both for saving my life
- I'd never put anything in the paper that would hurt
you...  So no hard feelings, eh?"  As he said this, he
held out his hand to "shake", to me!  No one had done
this to me since I was enslaved, and it made me feel
almost like a proper man again, and I pumped his hand
eagerly, muttering "Sorry, mate", as I did so.

After that we just looked like three ordinary blokes
as we had a sandwich and a pint for lunch (except that
anyone looking closely would see the chain collar on
me, of course), and then they announced the roads were
going to re-open shortly.

I went around to the slave quarters at the back of the
hotel and found the slave who it seemed normally
looked after the grounds - he was huddled up, wrapped
in some sacks and stuff in the shed where they kept
the mowers and the big brooms for sweeping the car
parks, and  I asked him if I could borrow a shovel.
"Rather you than me, mate!", he told me.  "I'm keeping
well out of it - I reckon the manager won't think of
me out here with all that chaos going on - I don't
want to have to dig out all those cars!"  That's the
problem with slavery in general, I suppose - unless
owners and masters are really on the ball, and keeping
track of the slaves and what they're doing all the
time, then there's no incentive for the slaves to
really get stuck in and work hard and properly:  no
one's going to promote them and give them a better job
or anything, after all.

When I went out with the shovel and started to clear
Dan's car, there were a lot of others in the same
position.  The owner of the car next to Dan's asked me
if I'd help him.  "You're so strong", he told me, "
And you did your car so quickly.... I don't want to
get my shoes all sodden with the snow, as I've only
got these thin leather ones....  I'd make it worth
your while...."

"I'm sorry, sir."  I whipped my coat open a bit so he
could see my collar.  "If I could, I would.  But I
think my owner wants to get away...."

The man looked around.  "Look, slave, there's a tenner
in it for you!  I know you slaves don't get much money
- but your owner's not here yet, by the looks of
things...."

Well it only took minutes to clear him and I pocketed
the note he gave me, and then, seeing this, other car
owners came up and asked me to help them....

When Dan and Jason did appear, I thought they looked a
bit flushed and it did cross my mind that they might
have been fucking whilst  I was slaving away.  But
then  I thought that was stupid - I mean, if Dan
wanted sex, he'd have asked me, wouldn't he?  But they
were standing very close together, "intimately close",
I think you might say.....  I put this thought out of
my mind, though, and strode over to them.  Thrusting
the bunch of notes at Dan, I told him "There's a
hundred and twenty here... I reckon that makes up just
a bit for the competition being cancelled, so we
didn't get the prize...."

Jason just looked astonished.

End Of Part Thirteen