Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 22:18:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Someone Has To Do It, Part Eleven

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown        petebrownuk @ yahoo.com


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Part  11

After my savage treatment from Rob, Ian sat down with
me the next morning over our mugs of tea and tried to
explain what was happening.  "None of the rest of us
had any problems like this, Steve... Well, at least,
not as bad as you are getting.  He just caned us all
when we first arrived - eight strokes or so, as you
might expect as a typical punishment - so that we'd
'know' that he was capable of doing it, and had every
intention of doing so if we didn't behave.  Some
masters, after all, chicken out when it comes to
actually caning their servants, and the master wants
us to know that he's not one of those wimps."

"But with you it's different - firstly, he knows you.
And I guess he knows that you've got a pretty fiery
temper, and..."

"No I haven't!  I don't lose my rag...."

"There you are, you see!  That's typical of you,
Steve.  You but in, you deny things that are patently
true, and you are impatient and temperamental.  Sure
you work hard, as I could tell anyone that asked, and
you really work up a sweat in the garden.  But a
master wants more than that - I mean, if you just want
the work done, you could buy another servant, or get
the garden contractors in, or whatever.  No, what a
master wants is to be in control.  That's part of the
pleasure of owning a servant, rather than employing
someone:  the knowledge that your word is law, and
that the servant has to obey, totally and completely,
or you have the power to punish him.  So what does Rob
see when he has you in the bedroom or study?  He
doesn't see an obedient, subservient bloke, ready to
do whatever is necessary to please him, does he?  He
sees you kind of seething with inner rage, always
ready to argue with him, and I bet you plead with him,
don't you, not to punish you, or to fuck you?"

"Yes, but...."

"There you are!  Typical.  You just can't say 'yes',
can you?  You've got to start some explanation of why
Steve is right.  But don't you realise that if the
master has decided to cane you, or fuck you, he's got
to go ahead with it whatever you say?  If he listened
to your arguments, and then didn't do it, you'd have
won, wouldn't you?  And that's not what being a master
is about - the joy, the pleasure, the satisfaction of
being a master is giving an order and then having it
obeyed totally and completely, without any discussion
at all.  So there's no point in begging him not to
fuck you - not only does he have to do it, once he's
said he's going to, but the fact that you query it
takes away some of the pleasure of the whole thing.
Can you see that?"

Well I suppose I could - it seemed a bit odd and
twisted, but I think I could see the point.  I nodded,
and Ian went on "So not surprisingly, given that
you're resisting him, the master sees you as something
that's got to be really and truly broken - he wants to
tear you down and then put you together again as a
proper servant.  And every time you argue, or plead,
or don't look subservient, or have a look of rage or
disappointment on your face, you're just goading him
on to do more and more to you.  You're a clever bloke,
Steve, can't you see that?"

"Well, yes... But what the fuck am  I supposed to do
about it?"

"Just fool him, if you must.  I don't suppose it's any
good telling you to really become a proper servant -
but you could try fooling the master into thinking
that he's succeeded - at least that way he'll stop
devising more and more terrible punishments for you.
So when you go into the room always assume a
subservient position, and don't stand there kind of
bristling and proud of yourself.  If he says
something, just agree with him, say 'yes, master', and
then do it;  and never ask him for favours, or plead
with him not to do something - if he says he's going
to fuck you, just accept it."

I sat there looking at him, and he went on "Well, do
you think you can do that?"

"I don't know, Ian."

"Well give it a try!  You can't take much more of this
savagery.  And suppose he decides to up the stakes,
and goes to Court and says that you're so unruly that
you need 'calming'?  Do you want to lose your balls?"

"No, of course not!  But he can't do that, can he?"

"Oh yes he can - you're a lifetime indenture, remember
- and a master has a lot more potential power over you
than he does over, say, Finch, who's only doing ten
years.  With the Court's permission, he can do pretty
much what he likes with you - so if you really provoke
him, you could be losing those nice low-hangers of
yours. Or worse...."

"Worse?  Oh, come on...."

"How about if he has you stubbed?"  He saw me looking
quizzical, and added "Just cutting your cock off, down
to half an inch or so."

I shook my head in amazement, and Ian put his hand on
my shoulder, looked into my eyes and said "Steve, I've
given you all the advice I can.  But take care, mate -
that's al I can say.  The master can be really nasty,
and none of us would want you to lose your balls....
And Marco and Pavel would sure as hell miss your cock
if it was removed...."

He got up then and said we ought to get back to work,
and for the rest of the afternoon I thought about hat
he'd said.  It would be very hard to mask my true
feelings, I knew.  But on the other hand if I could
fool Rob into thinking that I was a totally obedient
and subservient guy, then one day I might get the
chance to do something else.... Perhaps escape, if
Rob's guard was down.

My arse was still very sore and smarting that
afternoon, but Finch said that the master had decided
to use me before he went out to squash that evening,
and that I was to go to his study before dinner.  He
looked at me, and lowered his voice and said "...and
be careful, Steve.  I know the master's very cross
with you, and I'd hate to see you hurt.  Just try to
obey, and think of something else - I'll tell Pavel to
keep your dinner warm for you..."

So I stood there outside the door fully resolved to
try the new strategy, and when Rob called for me to go
in after I'd knocked, I stood there with my hands
clasped behind my back, and my head bowed.   "Ah,
Steve!  Good, now just a quick session this evening as
I'm off to play squash, and my opponent's got such a
nice body that I can't concentrate on the game.  So
I'm going to fuck you, to burn off some of my
tension...."

I stood there, still with my head bowed.

"Did you hear me, Steve?  I'm going to fuck you.  I'm
going to fuck you hard.  I'm going to make you get
down on your hands and knees, press your shoulders to
the floor and then fuck your arse that will be nicely
raised in the air.... Just like dogs do it.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, master."  I managed to get he words out without
a trace of anger, or even sarcasm.  It seemed to stop
Rob in his tracks, as he was clearly expecting me to
argue.

"Very well then - strip off, and get down.  And I want
to see your arse nice and high in the air!"

"Yes, master."  Without a moment's hesitation I took
my jeans off, and crouched on the floor, pushed my
shoulders down, and hen even reached back with my
hands to pull my bum apart.  I saw Rob's  look of
astonishment, but just knelt there still and quiet, as
Rob fussed around getting stripped.

He ran his finger all along my arse crack, and I
couldn't help wincing as my hole really was sore from
the cane and tawse, and Rob at once said "So you don't
want  me to fuck you, do you?"

"Master does as he wishes...."

Well, that shut him up!  And the when he tried to push
his cock into me, I did my best to open myself up
(well that wasn't strictly speaking part of the plan,
but it hurt so much, that anything  I could do to make
it easier was a bonus for me).  Rob fussed around and
grunted and pushed himself at me, and it seemed to go
on for a long time, but then he gave up - he got to
his feet, and I saw him pull on his boxer shorts, and
then his trousers.

"I've decided you're too sore, and I'll fuck you later
in the week instead.", he told me.

"Thank you, master."

"Are you being fucking sarcastic, Steve?"

"No, master.  But I am sore, and I'm grateful, master,
for you not fucking me today."

"You didn't protest..."

"Master does as he wants...."

Rob looked at me again as if he still wasn't sure
whether I was being sarcastic or not, and said "Get
out, then - I'm starting to get late."

"Thank you, master", I added, and didn't even stop to
pull my jeans on, and did it in the hallway instead.

The others were just finishing dinner as I went into
the servants' hall,  and Pavel went out to fetch me
mine in which had been warming.  I don't actually like
pheasant very much, but it seems the master and
mistress  had been given several brace by a client of
the mistress, and so that's what we were having.  I
find it's too "gamy", and I don't like finding the
bits of lead shot in it, either.  Still, I was
ravenous after a day's work, and with the bread sauce
and sprouts and stuff, it wasn't all that bad -
especially as there was a big bowl of trifle
afterwards, and Pavel had managed to scrounge some
sherry form somewhere to make it "proper" (us servants
were never usually allowed alcohol, of course).
Following that, Ian and I decided we'd have a little
competition - he took Pavel and I took Marco, and we
raced to see who would cum first.  Afterwards, lying
in Ian's narrow bed, our bodies pressed close together
and the odour of sex heavy in the air, I couldn't help
smiling.

"You're looking fucking happy....", he muttered.

"Well, who wouldn't be?  A great meal, a good fuck,
and now you...."

He looked at me seriously.  "So it was it OK with the
master, then?"

"Yes, it seemed to work.  In fact it worked so well
that he was totally unprepared for it, and found he
couldn't keep his cock hard when he came to fuck me!
It's just a well we'd had that talk this morning, or
else I might have told him that he wasn't a proper
bloke, if he needed Viagra at his age.... And I don't
know what he'd have done then...."

Ian squeezed me and bit me on the tender part of my
shoulder gently, and added "Well there's one bloke
here who doesn't need Viagra... That cock of yours is
trying to fuck my navel... You can't still want it,
after that epic pounding you just gave young Marco?"

"I don't want 'it', Ian, I want you..."

"Steve, here's some more advice for you - don't go
falling for me!  It won't work, Steve - we're
servants, and a bit of sex is fine, but  anything
else...."

"No, I meant I wanted to fuck you...".  I was half
stammering in my confusion, as I realised that in the
closeness and warmth of the narrow bed I had indeed
meant more than just wanting to fuck Ian.  I wanted to
hold him, to kiss him, and to have him do the same
back to me.  I wanted us to be more than just fuck
buddies, more than just friends.... But my history of
being a "man" held me back from saying all that, and
so I stumbled on with "...yes,  just a good fuck!  To
hear you talk anyone would think I was gay.  I'm only
fucking you as there's no woman available....".  I'm
not sure it was wholly convincing, though.

____________________________

In the next few weeks  I found Ian's advice was
working , though, and although I had to kneel between
my mistress's legs when she was there alone, and take
Rob's cock when he was alone, I got through it.  It
really did seem to be true that providing I showed no
resentment or displeasure, both of them backed off
from their more extreme demands.

May the first was a bit of a black day, though:  when
we'd showered in the morning there were no fresh jeans
for Ian and me, although the maids had left Pavel's
kitchen "whites" and Marco's chauffeur's shirt there
as usual.  I was muttering on about it, when Ian just
said "Oh, it's the 'official' start of summer, I
suppose - we've got our summer uniform."

"Where?"

"You're wearing it,  Steve.  The mistress has decided
that in the 'summer' we don't need clothes as it's
warm enough.... And you know how she likes to 'see'
our muscles - the groomers are still shaving your
chest, aren't they? - well, she can now see even
more."

"But it's not decent...."

"Look, Steve, who's to see?  We don't go out of the
grounds, and the master and mistress see us naked all
the time - well, they see you naked as you're their
current sex toy, but I did that job before you."

"But its' not right!  We're men, Ian, and you don't
make a bloke go around absolutely starkers when he's
working... Surely they could just give us a pair of
shorts or something."

"Why?  Look, Steve, I thought we'd got over all of
this... If that's what the master and mistress want,
that's what we have to do.  Don't start being the old
Steve, and arguing and questioning... Just act as if
it's perfectly natural - as it is, I suppose:
millions of years ago our ancestors didn't have jeans.
 They didn't have work boots either, but at least
we're allowed those, as it would be fucking hard to
dig and stuff without them.  Now, come on, it's
breakfast time..."

"I can't go into the servants' hall stark naked!
Let's a least put a towel around us whilst we eat....
The maids...."

"NO, Steve.  Finch would order you to take it off, and
for the first few days it's bad enough to put up with
the sniggers of the maids anyway - if you had to pull
a towel off you in front of them, it would be even
worse.  But quit worrying - neither of us has got
anything to be ashamed of, and the maids are just
secretly jealous that they don't get to experience our
cocks. Provided you act perfectly naturally, and don't
rise to the bait, they'll soon get tired of teasing
us.  You've done it with the master, so you can do it
with those silly bitches...."

It was easy for him to say, but fucking hard to do!
For one thing, when you're naked you're normally
totally naked, aren't you?  In the bathroom, or
bedroom, or places like that.  But we  weren't exactly
naked - we had our big heavy work boots on - and that
seemed to somehow compound the incongruity of our
position.  And walking along the corridor and "down
the back passage" just wearing boots seemed bizarre,
and I was very conscious of my cock swinging around as
we went along.

The bitches did snigger and smirk, and whispered to
each other, and pointed at me, and then at Ian, and
sniggered and whispered some more, and I just knew
they were comparing us and doing something utterly
puerile like saying which of us they'd like to have
fuck them - a choice they'd never be given, after all,
as if the master or mistress decided they needed
fucking, it would also be decided which of us (or both
of us, I suppose) was going to do it.

Still, when I went out to the pool it saved a bit of
time, I suppose, as I didn't need to dry myself to
pull my jeans on after I'd done the cleaning.  And
once you got used to it, it wasn't all that bad
working in the nude - but May in Weybridge can be
chilly, and both Ian and I needed to work even harder
than usual just to keep warm.

The year wore on, though, and one day in late June
when the master and mistress were both out, Ian and I
lay down in a patch of sunlight at the far end of the
grounds.  We lay on our bellies, and were idly
swinging our legs up and down, and you do.  I looked
at Ian and he looked fantastic - like me, I suppose:
there was now no trace of a tan line on his lean trip
body, and I wondered if I should suggest we fucked as
we lay there.  Just as I was about to make a move on
him, Ian spoke, though.

"Fucking marvellous, isn't it, Steve?"

"What?"

"Well, this... The grass, the sunshine, the greenery,
the open air..."

"Well I suppose so.  But there's just one thing wrong
- we can't choose, can we?  We're just lying here
because the sun is out and we're taking a break from
work.  If we wanted to go to the sea, or the city...."

"Who'd want that, when there's all this
countryside..."

"I've told you before, Ian, it's not 'countryside' -
it's just suburban gardens!"

"Well, it's as good as, as far as I'm concerned.  And
the real advantage is that we only have to walk a
hundred yards or so to dinner."

"Yes, but that's all we can do.  I want to go places,
see things....

"Steve, you've got a good life here."

"No I haven't.  I'm not free.  I can't do what I want,
go where I please..."

"But you're well fed, we live in a nice place, there's
Pavel and Marco for sex.... I've never had 'proper'
food before, or enjoyed all this space... It was
always takeaways and junk food before for me, and
living all cooped up on top of each other in ca
council flat...  And I certainly never had sex on tap,
whenever I wanted, as often as I wanted.... No, this
suits me down to the ground - I never want to leave
here."

"Ian, you can't be serious!  We're not free.  We have
to obey the master and mistress in everything..."

"...and when you were in the army, I bet you had to
obey there?  And how 'free' were you, if you were just
a private earning the lowest wages  in the place?  I
can tell you I wasn't 'free' in Bermondsey - I was
always worrying about money, about having the wife and
her brothers and everyone always on at me... What was
'free' about that?  I never went anywhere as we had no
money, we never did anything exciting as it all costs
And we never saw a bit of green, not like this..."

We just lay there, and I felt there was some sort of
barrier building between us.  How could I really like
Ian, when he seemed to have accepted the life of a
servant so totally?  Although I was pretending to do
so, inside I was looking for some way out, some
escape.

This all started to really worry me.  I found the
closed life we lived, however superficially
comfortable it was, getting harder and harder to take.
 And then a week or so later at breakfast Finch
announced that "the young master" was coming home from
school that day, and that Marco was going to drive
down up to Rugby to fetch him.  That morning I asked
Ian about it, and he told me that the master and
mistress did in fact have three kids - the oldest,
"Master William" was fifteen and boarded at Rugby, and
the other two, Julian and Amanda, were eight and six.
"They go locally, of course", he explained, "But you
don't see them around much as the nanny looks after
them and the rarely come into the grounds as they're
too busy with ballet classes, gym lessons, pony riding
and all the other stuff rich kids do.

The next morning when I went to do the pool there was
someone already there - a kid, who I assumed must be
"Master William".  He was a bit like Rob to look at ,
but perhaps taller, and a lot thinner, as he hadn't
yet put on his "proper" male muscles and stuff which
blokes really only grow when they're eighteen or so.
Still he was obviously mature, as he had a little
treasure trial running down his slim belly, and I
could see hairs glistening on his legs and arms, too -
he'd evidently been in the pool already, as his long
swimming shorts were all wet.

He looked at me for a moment.  "You're the new
servant... Steve?"

"Yes."

He had that casual arrogance that public schoolboys
can acquire.  He tossed his long hair out of his eyes,
and said "Listen, fucker, I'll be sixteen in two weeks
time, and my father says I should get proper respect
from the servants.  So it's 'master' when you address
me, understand?  Otherwise my father has said I can
cane you."

I was about to retort "You and whose army?" As there
was no way that this young slight kid could possibly
cane me, but I remembered all the effort I'd put in to
creating a good impression so far, and held my
tongue."

"Did you hear me, boy?"

Fuck me, this lad was calling me a boy!  But I bowed
my head and said quietly "Yes, master".

"Good.  Now go and fetch me a towel form the house -
I've forgotten mine.  Finch will fetch it from my
room."

Well, what could I do?  He only had to tell Rob I was
disobedient or disrespectful, and I'd e back where I
started, so I turned and started to walk back cross
the lawns to the house.

"...and be quick about it.", he called after me, so I
broke into a loping run, even though that made my cock
and my balls jerk around uncomfortably.  I hated to be
used to fetch and carry like this - I mean, as a
servant I was meant to use my strength around the
grounds, not get stuff for some kid.

When I got back he was still sitting there on one of
the loungers, and he snatched the towel from me
without even saying thank you.  He  started to wipe
his body, and I could see that he wasn't in bad shape
- as I've said, he lacked development, but what there
was seemed pretty nice, and unlike so many kids of
that age he wasn't a bit fat.

"What are you here for anyway?", he then asked.  "My
father told me the servants were not allowed to use
the pool."

"It's my job.... Master.  Every morning.  To clean
it."

"Well you'd better get on with it then - neither my
father or I like to see servants standing around
idle."

So there I was - me, a big mature guy, having to take
orders from this kid, and having to work hard as he
just sat there languidly stroking his limbs with the
towel as I jumped off the side and began wiping all
the tiles down with a cloth.

"I thought you weren't allowed in the pool!"

"This is the way the master told me to clean it,
master".  I managed to keep the exasperation out of my
voice as I said that, pushing the words out almost
through gritted teeth.

"Well make sure you don't piss in it!  You servants
are like that, I know.  And I've got my girlfriend
coming around later, and I don't want her eyes
starting to sting from your piss!"

I nodded, and worked on silently, but just to spite
him, as I walked up and down so that there would be no
telltale patch visible, I forced a big bladder full of
piss out.

As soon as I'd finished, he told me to go away and get
on with my normal work as "he didn't want his girl
friend to be affronted by the sight of my cock" and
"it was time you servants learned to be respectable."
- as if it was my fault I was made to work in the nude
in the summer!

Working away with Ian later than morning I asked him
about William, and he kind of shrugged.  "We haven't
seen much of him really, as Master Rob usually takes
all the kids away somewhere for a long holiday, or the
mistress extends one of her business trips and they
all go to  the States somewhere and take a house.  But
when he has been here he's usually not a lot of
trouble - I expect it's just because he's growing up.
And I did see that girlfriend of his - she's a real
stunner, I can tell you - and I suppose now that he's
getting ready to fuck her he's got all his hormones
firing...."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on, Steve!  None of the kids these days dare
fuck until they're legal - it's too risky.  If he got
her pregnant or something, or even if her folks found
out they were fucking, he could be indentured.  None
of the young want to risk that - especially not kids
like William, who've seen what being an indentured
servant can entail.  But once it's his birthday....
Well, all the rules change, don't they?  I mean, the
master and mistress, and her parents, might not like
it, but once he's sixteen, he can do what he likes."

"You say you've seen this girl and she's a stunner?"

"Absolutely!  If you like young girls, we'd better
make sure you don't see her - that cock of yours will
be shooting all over the place."

"That sounds too good to miss.  Shall we not have a
break this morning and go and take a look?"

"You randy dog, Steve.  I suppose you won't  want to
fuck properly now.... I'll be all lonely tonight."

I gave his bum an affectionate slap, and grinned.  "It
will do you good to see what the opposition is like -
just so you know what  really turns me on....."

"I know that already, Steve - a nice hard muscled
body, like mine..."

We laughed then,  and walked off towards the pool
house, approaching it from the back so that we could
peep through the fence without being seen ourselves.
Ian was right - William had found himself a real
stunner - a nice trim body, good sized tits, a little
mounded belly.... And I could see all of this as she
had on the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen:  the tiny
triangles of the bodice covered her nipples, but that
was about all - not that she needed any support, as
her tits were firm in the way that only those that
haven't been suckled can be.  And I could tell that
she must shave herself, as the tiny silk triangle at
the bottom  just covered her cunt and left almost
nothing to the imagination.  She was a pale tan all
over - well, what we could see of her that wasn't
covered by William!  He was all over her, stroking
her, kissing her, running his hands over every bit of
her body, and she was responding in the same way.  I
distinctly saw her hand on his crotch, and not just
stroking it casually, either, but gripping his  cock
through the material of his shorts, and sighing as she
did so.

"The dirty beast!", Ian whispered, putting his mouth
close to my ear and giving me a little kiss on it as
he did so.  "Look at that hard-on he's sporting!
Still, who wouldn't?  Well, except Pavel and Marco, I
suppose.  Fucking hell, Steve - doesn't it make you
wish you were a free bloke again, able to go around
and pick something like that up and shaft it?"

"I wasn't ever a cradle snatcher, Ian -  what do you
reckon she is?  Seventeen?"

"Could be.  Girls look a lot older around then, don't
they?  It's got a lot of blokes into trouble, that has
- you think they're over sixteen but they're really
fourteen or something.  You just can't tell, an the
lying bitches are panting for cock and tell you it's
OK.  Just like they tell you they're on the pill, so
you don't bother to try to use  a condom, or even pull
out.  That's how I got caught - she said it was safe,
and I believed her, and before you know where I was
she tells me there's a nipper on the way, and I'd
better marry her - she'd just turned sixteen - or else
she'd go to the police and tell them we'd been fucking
when she was only fifteen.."

"I'd better take care, then..."

"You'd better do more than that, Steve, mate!  If you
so much as touch her she'll scream the place down,
probably, and then the master will have you off to be
'calmed' as quick as anything!"


He reached down for my cock as he said this, and
finding I was rampantly erect, began to stroke me
almost mischievously.  "I think you'd better let me
take care of this, Steve.... I don't want you losing
control!  And tonight I think we'll have to make sure
that Pavel and Marco both understand there's
temptation for you - and competition for them - around
, so they'd better work especially hard!"

William must have heard us sniggering as we stood
there watching the pair of them, as he  stopped trying
to get his tongue down her throat and looked around,
so Ian gently tugged at my arm and led me away.  I
suppose he was right, as there was no point in having
a big set-to, was there?  It was all just wishful
thinking - there was no way I was ever going to get my
cock near that girl.  Still, that night, egged on by
Ian who told the most outrageous lies about how my
cock had been leaking pre-cum at the merest sight of a
fuckable woman, both Marco and Pavel did indeed try
their hardest.

The next morning William was at the pool again when  I
went out to clean it, and he just snapped "Get on with
it, and be quick about it!  Alexandra will  be here
soon as we want a swim before breakfast as we're going
to eat by the pool...."   So I just slid into the
water and worked away as he watched, with me thinking
all the time about what he was going to eat for
breakfast - if I had a girl like that next to me, I'd
be nibbling her tits and her cunt....   Of course that
made me hard, and when I got out, William was staring
at me.  "Now get lost! - you're disgusting, having a
hard-on like that."

I bit my tongue, and stopped myself from saying that
that Alexandra didn't seem to mind erections all that
much, judging from what I'd seen yesterday, but kept
silent, just gave a perfunctory "Yes, master", and
walked off.

My life would have been very different if  that
evening, as we were finishing work, Ian and I hadn't
been going back to the house past the pool house.  We
couldn't resist taking a peek through the fence to see
if the girl was still there, but to our disappointment
it was only William and Rob, who evidently had just
swum as they were standing there towelling themselves
dry.

"You're coming on, William - you almost beat me
today."

"Yes, dad.  I've been practising at school.  It's good
exercise - keeps me fit for the  team - I'll need to
do more, as I've been selected for the colts when we
go back in September... And, of course before then....
Well, I want to be ready for Alexandra, don't I?.

"What do you mean?"

"Aw, come on, dad... I'm sixteen next week.  You know
what that means!"

Rob grinned, and put his arm around William's
shoulder.  "I suppose so.  I was randy as hell at your
age, too.

"I can hardly wait, dad.... It's really hard!" He
grinned. "In both senses! I mean it's hard all the
time... You know, dad"  He rubbed at his crotch as he
said this, and both of them laughed out loud.  I felt
really envious of them, as I'd never managed to be
that close to my dad.

"Well it's worth waiting for, son.  It's just not
worth the risk of getting caught, and then being
indentured.  Still, you can pick them, I'll say that -
if  I was a few years younger, and if your mother
wasn't watching me like a hawk, I'd be really tempted.
"

"Oh come on, dad - an old guy like you:  you'd never
be able to keep up with her!

"Don't you be so sure.  I'm fit and, shall we say,
very  'active'.  Still, we ought to think about plans
for September, just before you go back to school -
your mother is going to a big legal conference in Las
Vegas - the usual tax fiddle,  I suppose, and we could
ask Alexandra to join us."

"I was going to talk about that, dad - I don't want to
come at all this year..."

"But we always have a family holiday together...."

"Dad, I'll be sixteen then... I'd rather stay
here...."

"I can understand that, son - you want uninhibited
sex, with your mom and the kids and me out of the
way.... But we all value these family occasions, so
I'd like you to come with us again.  Look, I'll talk
to your mother - I'm sure we could lose the cost of a
ticket for Alexandra somewhere."

"No, dad ,that won't be possible.  And it's why I
don't want to come - she's got a big birthday party
planned for September.  They're having a proper do -
black tie and everything, with a marquee on the lawn,
caterers, a disco, everything.  All our friends are
going, and all her relations and everything..."

"It sounds like a lot of expense for a seventeenth
birthday..."

"No, dad - it's her sixteenth:  her parents really
want her to feel like a woman."

"She's only fifteen now....?  I thought she was older
than you...."

"No, dad, of course not..."

Rob became suddenly serious.  "William, listen to me,
and listen carefully.  You may be sixteen next week,
but there's to be no fucking with Alexandra, do you
understand me? "

"Dad, I'll be old enough..."

"But she won't be!  And it will make it worse for you
- you'll be counted as a man by the courts, and a man
fucking an underage girl is in really big trouble!  It
wouldn't just be an indenture for a few years - you'd
be indentured for life.  You don't want to end up like
Ian and Pavel and Marco and Steve, do you?  Bought by
some rich family like us, and made to work...?  So
absolutely no fucking, OK?"

"Dad..."

"Listen, you're not stupid - well, I hope not, after
all the money your mother and I are paying for your
schooling!  You've got to wait, William - it's not
long, after all."

"It's all summer!  It's been difficult enough when
I've been at school, but with Alexandra around it's
all but impossible, dad...  You know... The way she
touches me, all that kind of stuff..."

"William, I really don't want to discuss this with
you!  This is nonnegotiable.  If you don't think you
can control yourself, then we'll send you up to your
grandparents in Scunthorpe for the summer - that
should be enough to really make you think!  You know
what they're like, and Scunthorpe..."

"Dad, please... Can't you remember what it was like
for you when you were sixteen?"

"Of course I can! That's precisely why I'm worried!
And in my day I just used to look at the internet,
with one hand, and with the other...."

"We don't do that much these days, dad.... Especially
not at school.  Not at fifteen, anyway - that's for
the younger men."

"So what do you do?"

"Well, you know, after games practice, things like
that, and in our study.... Just a bit of harmless fun,
really - it's better to wank your mates than wank
yourself, isn't it?"

"Oh, so you've tried that, have you?"

"It's the accepted norm at school, dad - we all do it.
 And they're all waiting to hear what it was like to
spend the summer fucking....  I don't know what I'm
going to do, dad - I mean, my reputation...  I told
them I was going to start sex and they all want to
know what it's like to fuck every day, whenever you
want to...."

"Look, William, listen to me:  You are not, I repeat
not, to even consider it with Alexandra.  You can do
it at her birthday party if you like, but not before
then.  Not under any circumstances.  Your mother and I
have too much invested in you to have it all wasted
when you're indentured!"

"I don't think I can wait, dad.... Ever time she's
near me I have a hard-on.  It's so fucking
embarrassing, for one thing...."

Rob looked at his son, and said calmly "OK, I think  I
can remember what you're going through.  It wasn't so
difficult when I was growing up as the indenture laws
weren't in place.  So I tell you what - after your
birthday next week you can start fucking.... But not
Alexandra, OK?"

"Dad, she's my girlfriend... I can't cheat on her...."

"Oh you will one day, William.  It's not man's nature
to be monogamous.  But there' a simple solution for
you here, that's not at all like 'cheating' on her."

"You mean the maids?  Dad, I really don't fancy them,
and they're all much older..."

"No, not at all.  A young man needs to learn all about
sex properly, and I'll teach you.  Do you want to
start with Marco - he's eager, and it can be fun with
a hairy man, or Pavel - we keep him smooth, as I think
I've told you:  he likes to be fucked, too.  Then
there's Ian - he's very satisfactory in bed:  he's got
a good hard body, and he knows how to use it."

"You mean fuck the men servants....?"

"Yes, why not?  It's a whole lot of fun, I can assure
you.  And particularly if you go for Marco or Pavel -
they're really randy and will want it more often than
you want to give it.  But take your time - I'll show
you, if you like - it's something we can do together,
just us two.  It's a long time since we did something
together.  We'll have them all in, and you can try
them out.... And I'll really show you the way to have
a good time - you and I have always had a good
relationship, and it will be fun teaching you.  After
all, someone has to do it."

"What about Steve, dad?"

"Ah, well,  Steve's a bit different.... He's not like
the others."

"Why?"

"For one thing, he's bigger and tougher, and for
another he's not really 'tamed' - he likes to think
he's fooling me, but I know it's only an outer show.
Underneath he hates being used for sex - although I
have to say that makes it even more exciting in some
ways:  when I go into Steve, it's like an explorer
going into unknown territory, and you never know
whether you'll get out alive or be set on by the
natives."

"I've looked at Steve in the pool, dad.  Can't I try
him?  And you make him sound like the most exciting
fuck of all around here...."

"Well I'd prefer you chose one of the others.  But I
suppose that if it's Steve you want, we can use him -
he is, as I say, a great fuck and his body is really
good to look at.  Providing I keep his collar
controller handy, it ought to be all right.  But not
until your birthday, understand?  Your mother is going
to be away, as you know, so you and I will have an
early dinner, and then we'll have an evening's
entertainment..."

"Can't we do it after breakfast, dad? I want to get
started straight away..."

"No, not really.  I may have to work that day.  And,
anyway, it's like going to the cinema in the afternoon
- it doesn't feel right.  Much better to enjoy a meal
together, knowing that we've got something spectacular
afterwards."

Ian dragged me away then.  He could tell by the way
that I was starting to grip my fists and generally
tense up that I might do something stupid if we stayed
there.

End Of Part Eleven.