Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 00:10:12 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Someone Has To Do It, Part Twelve

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown        petebrownuk @ yahoo.com


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Part  12

All that night Ian tried to calm me down.  It didn't
help much, as I don't think he understood the problem.
  "Look, Steve", he said for about the fifth time "The
master fucks you, so what's wrong with William fucking
you, too?  After all, a lad of that age will shoot
almost as soon as he's started - and I've seen him
naked just before you came, and his cock's no bigger
than the master's, and so it shouldn't be any more of
a problem to you..."

"You don't understand!  Look, I hate taking cock
anyway.  I've been forced to do it here, but to be
used as some sort of training tool for a sixteen year
old..."

"Steve, methinks you do protest too much!  After all,
you were a trainer, teaching servants to take cock.
You can hardly object now if you're just used slightly
differently for training..."

"That wasn't  the same!  Those servants I used to
train were criminals, they'd broken the law..."

"And you didn't, I  suppose?  Why were you indentured
- remind me again."

"Because I was broke, I had no money, I couldn't get a
job..."

"...which is against the law now.  The state doesn't
expect to pay you social security for ever.  You were
just as much a criminal in the eyes of the law as the
servants you were training...."

"But it was different..."

"You're like those terrorists, Steve!  You think you
can pick and choose which parts of the law you can
obey, and which parts you don't need to.  Our society
runs on the idea that parliament makes the laws, and
everyone, that means everyone, obeys them.  So you
can't say you weren't a criminal just because you
couldn't get a job - the law says you have to be able
to support yourself.  And if you didn't agree with the
law, the way around it is not to break it, but to work
to get a government elected that will change the
law...."

He kissed me lightly, as he could feel my whole body
tense against his, and went on "But anyway, all this
is irrelevant.  The fact of the matter is that you're
a lifetime indenture, the master owns the indenture,
you wear a control collar, an he has the controller.
So if he chooses to use you to train young master
William, that's it.  He'll use you.  And you may as
well get used to the idea, Steve, and not be stupid
about it."

He kissed me again, as I remained rigid and silent.
"Steve, don't fuck it up - I like you, Steve.  We all
do here.  And without your balls you wouldn't be the
same Steve we all know and love.  The master has
already beaten you savagely, and I reckon that if you
do anything foolish, if you put one foot wrong even,
he might choose to make an example of you:  think of
how you'd have been thrilled if your dad did something
utterly dramatic when you were at an impressionable
sixteen!  Don't give the master any excuse to 'prove'
to young master William that he's a big, strong, tough
owner."


"I can't do it, Ian!  I can't let him use me like
that.  I've made up my mind - I'm going to escape.
I'd rather die than live as a servant here any
longer."

"Don't be such a stupid fucker!  You know escape is
impossible - the collar stops you even getting near
the edges of this place.  And even if you did manage
to get out, by some miracle, they could easily track
you as it's got a locator thing in it."

"But Marco goes out - every day, to and from the
station, to the shops, the airports, even up to
Rugby..."

"Yes, but there's a little thing  in the car that
means his collar is still OK providing he doesn't move
more than a couple of metres from it - just enough to
open the doors, get the luggage out, that kind of
stuff.  And anyway, just to make sure, Finch always
shackles his ankle to the floor  - there's a special
anchoring point built into all BMWs and Mercedes
now....  You should know that - don't you remember
Marco telling us how embarrassed he was a few weeks
ago at the airport when the mistress's plane was
delayed, and he needed to crap?  There are hundreds of
lavatories at Heathrow - and some can even be used by
servants - but he was confined to stay within three
metres of the car by the shackling chain.  So he had
to squat down and do it in the middle of terminal
six's car park.... And then to try and hide it from
the mistress, when she got to the car... Poor lad!"

I lay there not sleeping much that night.  I knew it
seemed impossible, but I just had to get away.  But
the more I thought about it, the more impossible it
seemed.  That week, though, I started to make such
preparations as  I could - even though Ian disapproved
strongly I went all around the edges of the garden,
"testing" the perimeter control to see if there were
any places where my collar didn't tingle if I got too
close - there were none.  And I asked Marco a lot of
searching questions about the car - where the keys
were kept, stuff like that.  But he said "It won't do
you any good, Steve.  The transmitter thing in here
that allows me to drive out of the gates is tuned only
to my collar - if you were in the car, the normal
perimeter defences would fire."

I even went and watched the rubbish collection
closely, as I wondered if there was any way that as
they dragged the wheelies down to the truck I might
use the servants to "shield" me in some way - but of
course they didn't use collar technology, and were
just on the end of long tethering chains, so that
seemed useless.  Mind you, they did all stare at me as
I stood there naked watching them - even in the summer
these blokes doing the most menial jobs were at least
allowed a pair of shorts!  The only positive thing  I
could do was to start to accumulate some cash - the
master and mistress were both very careless about
money, and left it lying around in their bedroom when
they came in and emptied their pockets and stuff - I
suppose they knew the servants had no use for it, as
we never went out.  So when I was used by them and
they weren't watching, I slid some of the euros off
the side table:  it was hard to smuggle it out,
though, being naked - so I had to slip it into my
boots.

It was all "displacement" activity, I suppose - I was
pushing away the inevitable by trying to keep busy,
trying not to think about what was going to happen to
me by focussing on these other activities, even though
deep down I probably knew it was useless.

William's birthday was on a Saturday, as it happened,
and both he and Rob spend the day idling around the
pool, before ordering Marco to take them to Kingston
so that Rob could buy William some new flashy sports
kit he wanted as a birthday present.  Ian and I worked
away, of course, but when I saw the car returning, I
felt so desperate.  Ian pulled me into the potting
shed, put his arms around me, and with a huge sense of
urgency in his voice started in on me.  "Steve, you've
got to stop this - your face, your body language...
You're all tense... They'll see immediately that
there's something wrong, that you're likely to do
something stupid, and that will just goad Master Rob
on.... You know what he's like!  Pull yourself
together, man - it's almost as if you're hell bent on
bringing about your own downfall..."

"It's not me, it's them that's at fault..."

"Stop it, Steve!  It's not me you've got to convince.
All this silly talk is going to get you nowhere - the
master will fuck you, and use you to teach master
William how to fuck, whether you like it or not.
We've been over all of this, and that's a fact of
life.  Just accept what you can't change, will you?"

Men don't cry, but if they could, I think I'd have
clung to Ian then and just sobbed, almost as kids do
when they're hoping against all the odds that
something bad won't happen.  But it's no use, is it?
Life isn't like that.  So I trudged back to the house,
and then just sat there toying with my food and hardly
eating the delicious rabbit pie that Pavel had made,
and totally ignoring the baked apples and custard -
they could all tell something was wrong, as normally I
tuck in like a real trencherman because I work so hard
that I need the energy.

I felt like a condemned man going to the gallows as
Finch ordered me up to the bathroom to get thoroughly
clean, and then led me back down to Rob's "study".

Inside, Rob and William were sitting on the big
leather sofa, and when I stood there in front of them,
Rob actually started to use me as some sort of anatomy
lesson!  It was so fucking humiliating, as he got
William to stand there and feel my neck muscles so
that he could tell  how strong I was, and to dig his
thumbs down into my shoulders - those little hollows
at the base of the neck -  "to see how you can make
even a strong man flinch a little by a very small
pressure."  Then he showed Rob the faint marks of the
bruising on my neck where Ian's enthusiastic love
making had left love bites, and slapped me on the bum
almost playfully, saying "So, Steve, it's really
intense up there in the servants' bedroom is it?".

It was awful when he showed William how to fist roll
my nips between his fingers so that they'd go stiff,
and then how to dig his nails into my erect nubs and
pull them out from my body so that I moaned and
squirmed - and went erect, as I do whenever my nips
are used like that.

Rob delighted in poking the tip of his little finger
deep into my navel, and that made me gasp and squirm,
too, and all the time he was saying things like "See,
son, you don't need to be afraid of even a big man
like Steve here - they all have their weaknesses, and
you just need to know how to exploit them. Now, let me
show you the real weakness that all men have...."

With that he gripped my balls, and started to roll
each testicle round in the palm of his hand,
separating them with my thumb.  I was sweating all
over as he did this, as we all know how much a bloke
dreads having his balls touched as even the slightest
wrong move can cause such agony.  But then he told
William to do it, and I really hated having the kid's
fingers starting to stroke me there - still, he was
sweating, too, as his fingers felt distinctly damp as
Rob then encouraged him to stroke my cock at the same
time.

Both of them ran their hands over my bum "to feel the
power in those big muscles", and then Rob told William
to push his finger down my crack "and explore for the
hole."  Well, you know how that feels, don't you, as a
bloke's finger pushes around in there, and William
wasn't experienced enough to know that you don't then
just stab at a bloke's most delicate part with your
finger nail!

Father and son stood there then, looking at me, and
Rob commented "He's a great piece of flesh, isn't he?
I used to work with Steve, and always liked looking at
his body in the changing rooms, but I never thought
I'd get an opportunity to actually use it as he was
always stupidly shy.  I was astonished that your
mother and I had such similar tastes - it was she who
saw him for sale - but it's not surprising, I suppose,
as we like the same pictures when we go to galleries."

"But dad, doesn't he mind?"

"Oh, I think he does, a bit.  But it doesn't matter,
does it?  There's a valuable lesson here for you, son:
 you must work hard, get a good job, obey the law, or
else you could end up as an indentured servant, as
Steve has.  And then you get no choice at all:  we
keep him naked, as he's easy on the eye;  he has to
work hard, or else  I can punish him; and when your
mother's not around, I can use him for sex - so much
better to have a nice piece of meat like Steve here to
play with, rather than just having to watch porno on
TV, or having to wank yourself."

"Sure, dad... But I think I'd buy a woman..."

"Risky, son.  First, your wife might object - it's one
thing to fuck another man, as women all know that
that's what men want to do anyway:  they accept that
it's part of our breeding, as the inevitable sign that
one man is the better of the other.  But fucking a
woman - well, that invites comparison, doesn't it?
And secondly, there's all the mess and inconvenience -
on the day you want her she might be having her period
or something, whereas Steve here is always available.
 Thirdly, they can't be trusted:  I've heard real
horror stories of females failing to take their pills,
or, if they're watched, smuggling in aspirin and
taking those instead.... They think that if they've
got their master's kid inside them, he'll start to
'love' them or something - no risk of that with a man.
And finally, of course, we shouldn't forget that the
servants aren't just here for sex, they have work to
do, too - when you've got a place of your own you'll
know how irritating it is to have to keep cutting the
crass, digging the vegetables, and all that other
stuff:  a big strong man like Steve can do all that,
whereas it would be e harder for the kind of woman
you'd like to fuck - that Alexandra of yours, for
example, wouldn't last a minute trying to push that
heavy mower that Steve finds easy!  But of course the
real reason is that it's fun - in fact, potentially
that's the biggest problem - a nice tight arse, with a
handsome man's body around it, is a whole lot more
satisfying than cunt.  The only thing I'm worried
about in teaching you about sex this way is that
you'll find Alexandra a bit disappointing in
September."

"No, dad - I get an erection just thinking about
her..."

"But that's because you've got no experience with the
alternative.  You've got to remember that our genetic
heritage predisposes us to have sex with men, rather
than women - after all, the women stayed at home in
the caves, and us men went off together hunting.  And
what do you think all those men did when they  were
away from the women?  They spent more time fucking
other men than they ever did fucking women, and so
it's not surprising that most of us think that
pounding a good, tight arse is the best thing in the
world.  It's our heritage, and it reaffirms us as men,
and lets us show who's in charge, who's running
things."

I could see that William was, to say the least,
sceptical about Rob's homily, and like a lot of
sixteen year olds being preached at by his elders, he
just gave a little nod and a shrug, and didn't bother
to argue.

Then I heard the words I'd been dreading.  "Still, let
the fun begin... Steve - on the horse, on your
belly.", and then, in a lighter tone, Rob continued to
William "For your first time I'm going to show you the
kind of classic fuck one you can do almost anywhere,
with very little effort.  With his feet spread out on
the floor and his body at right angles, you can easily
get at his arse - you can't get in as deep as you can
with him on his back, or crouched on all fours like a
dog, but it has the advantage that you can do it
anywhere:  all you need to do is have the other man
bend over something - a desk, table, the arm of a
chair, then pull down is trousers and underwear, and
there you are.  It's the classic thing you might do in
a public lavatory - no need to undress, no kneeling on
nasty wet slimy floors... Just bend him over, pull
them down, and away you go.  And there's a certain
excitement in having your clothes on and seeing the
naked bum of the other man.... However, we don't need
to bother about that - it will be easier if we strip,
too..."

I heard that unmistakable sound of blokes stripping
off, and the clunks as their belt buckles hit the
floor.  Then Rob's hand was on my bare bum again, and
he said softly "Come on, son, come and stand right
next to Steve.... Run your hands over his bum and feel
the warmth of his skin.,  Then really get close and
rub your body against his - let your cock stray into
that lovely crack - no need to go deep at this point,
just get the feel of warm flesh against your cock...."

Rob's tone changed then, as he said to me "And no
nonsense, Steve!  I'm not going to tie your wrists to
the horse, as it will be more interesting for William
to see how your hands scrabble around and you move
your shoulders and arms as he really gets going - but
remember, if there's any bad behaviour, you will be
punished!"

So  I had to lie there as I felt the soft skin on
William's thighs rub against me, and his eager cock
lying in my crack... And the little bastard was
obviously entering into the spirit of the thing, as  I
could feel some variations Rob hadn't suggested,
either - he rubbed his cock head all over the base of
my spine, for example, and then slapped my bum a
couple of times with his open palm, as much to excite
himself as to excite me, I suppose.

"We could start to fuck him properly now, son", Rob
said after a few minutes - you look as if you're about
to cum, the amount of stuff that's leaking out of
you..."

"I know, dad, but this is so fucking exciting - the
warmth of him, the feel of the hairs on him as they
slide over me, his sweat..."

"Well you could just plunge into him now, but then
you'd be relying on your pre-cum to lube him - and
that's OK:  well, it is for you, although it can be
tougher on him. Not that that matters.  But for a
first time, I think you want him nice and stretched
and properly lubed, so you can slide in easily..."

"You're the expert, dad..."

"Right.  Now you can buy stuff to do this, or if you
want, it can be fun to go to the kitchen and get some
olive oil... But the best way of all is to get the
other man to provide it.  It's one hundred percent
natural, and it can even be fun getting it - if you're
really close to the other guy, a bit of foreplay when
you stroke him to climax adds to the excitement.  But
with Steve here.....  Come on, come and sit next to me
on the sofa..."  His tone changed then and he almost
snapped "Steve, over here - in front of us - on your
knees, and get wanking.  Pick up the ashtray to catch
it in...."

Well, if I thought it was fucking humiliating to have
to kneel and wank in front of my mistress, it was
doubly so in front of Rob and William!  They sat there
on the sofa, naked and close together, and Rob had his
arm casually draped around William's shoulders, as
they watched me wank myself.  And as I did, I could
see William's cock rock hard sticking up from his lap,
and the lad was playing with it, evidently enjoying he
feel of his fingers sliding along it as he watched me.

Rob ordered me back onto the horse when I'd shot, and
then I had the humiliation of feeling first Rob's
fingers, and then William's, as they pushed my bum
apart and then slid at first one and then two and
finally three fingers, coated with my own cum, up
inside me and forced my arse open.  And all the time
Rob was explaining how much fun this could be.  "See
how I rest my other hand on the small of his back as
I'm stretching him?  It doesn't really hold him down,
but it makes him feel that I'm in control of him -
and on a lot of men, there's a little tuft of hair
there, too, and it can be really sensual to play with
that as you have your fingers inside him.  But don't
be too gentle about this - really stretch him... Like
this...."

I couldn't help but groan, and shuffle very
uncomfortably, as Rob's three fingers now really tried
to prise me apart.  "If he's not feeling it, you're
not stretching him enough", Rob explained.  "And this
is for our benefit, remember - you want a nice tight
arse, but not one that's clamped rock solid shut as
otherwise there's too much effort in forcing your cock
in. But  I think this about right... Now, you try
it...."

The fucking kid made me moan and squirm, too, and not
only did he have his hand on my back, but he slapped
me several times again, too.  I heard Rob ask "What
gave you that idea...."

"Well, dad, I've seen some porn of course, and I think
a lot of men like the feeling that you're capable of
punishing them.... It doesn't hurt - much - after
all."

"You're right, son.  But there's another advantage of
a servant I didn't mention:  you have to really
struggle sometimes to find a bloke who likes being
really punished, but if you want, with a servant like
Steve here, you can get excited and take the cane or
tawse to him if it helps to excite you."

"Can I really cane him?"

"Sure!  Try fucking him first, and then later on I'll
show you a few tricks about using the cane, and the
tawse."

With that I felt William's fingers pulling my bum
apart, and then the hot tip of his cock nudging at my
hole.  He gave a little sigh, and then I almost
screamed as, in his eagerness, he just forced the
whole thing inside me, without stopping.  He gave a
shout of triumph, and then began a really pedestrian
fuck - straight in and out, with no alteration in
stroke or speed!  But that's the normal exuberance of
youth, I suppose, and it didn't go on for long - he
suddenly gave a great cry, and stood there, his body
pressed right up against me.

He stood there for some time, and then pulled out, and
I watched as Rob gestured to him to go and sit close
again on the sofa - Rob had his arm around William's
shoulders again, and they were both laughing.  "There,
you're a man now!  Your first fuck!  Now very expert,
but a whole lot of enthusiasm, son...  But I'll tell
you this:  you'll remember the feel of Steve's arse
long after you've forgotten a whole lot of others that
you use in your life.  The first time is always
special."

"Hey, dad, what do you mean, 'not very expert'?"

"Ah, let me show you...."

As I watched, Rob got to his feet, stroked his cock to
real hardness, and walked over to me, his cock bobbing
up and down.  And he gave me a real, hard pounding,
using all the little tricks he liked.  He varied the
speed, the length of his stroke, and the way that
sometimes he was standing upright and sometimes
sprawled over my back so that he could use a different
angle.  And sometimes he almost stopped, and ground
his hips around so that he was "reaming" me - that
always gives you a really intense sensation, doesn't
it? - actually so "intense" in the sense that it both
hurt and was exquisitely sexual that I moaned out
loud, no, not moaned, almost screamed.

Afterwards, when father and son were both siting
together, William seemed almost awe-struck "Fuck me,
dad - that was amazing."

Rob just grinned "It was pretty good for me too, you
know - that is the point of it, after all, to give
yourself the maximum fun and excitement.  All this
crap you read in the papers about 'mutual enjoyment'
is just propaganda - the man who's doing the fucking
is in charge, and you do it to get what you want.  And
that's true whether you're fucking a man, or a woman.
Actually, especially so when you're fucking a woman -
they go on and on about orgasms, but it's what you
feel in your cock that matters: always remember that."

"Can I fuck Steve again, dad?"

"Of course!  A young stud like you won't want to fuck
just once a night.  When  I was your age I was doing
it three times at  least.  But we'll do something a
bit different, now...."  His tone changed.  "Steve,
over on your back!  And grab those ankles!"

I hated having to lie there as Rob ran his hands all
over my sensitive inner thighs, showing how "even a
little pinch of the skin here..." Caused me to shout
and jerk around.  And he encouraged William to rub my
balls against my body with the palm of his hand "to
emphasise to him that you're incomplete control".

Just as Rob was telling William how good it was to be
able to really slam hard into me once he'd got
started, as the feeling of his balls slapping against
me would be very pleasurable (although I was expected
to find it much less so!), I heard the phone ringing.

"Fuck!  Just as we were about to get started.  It's
your mother - she said she'd call tonight.  And I do
have to speak to her..... Why don't you amuse yourself
with Steve, and I'll go into the drawing room as there
are some private things that husbands and wives
say....."

Rob went off, and William came and stood between my
splayed out legs as I gripped my ankles.  He tossed
his hair back out of his eyes in that characteristic
way he had, and went to position his cock at me.
"This is more like it, eh, Steve?  I can see what I'm
doing.... It's really good of you to shave all your
hair off down here... The other men at school would
call me a fag if I did that, but it's kind of neat..."

That was it.  It was too much!  I let go of my ankles
and held him firmly between my legs.  "You little
fucker!  Do you think I like the groomers coming in
and shaving me down there for your dad's amusement,
and trimming my pubes, and shaving my chest?"

"Let me go - you're hurting...."

"And I'm hurting too.... Not like this...."  I
squeezed my thighs together and he almost cried out as
my knees pressed hard into his ribs   "...but inside.
Hurting with the humiliation of being used by your
mom, your dad, and now you.... Hurting with the shame
of having to go around naked all the time, with
looking like a plucked chicken, rather than a proper
hairy man...."

"Steve, let me go... I'll tell dad...."

I sprang lightly to my feet, and grabbed him.  He
kicked out at me and lashed at me with his fists, but
it was absolutely no contest:  I was much bigger and
stronger than him, and my army training had taught me
how to overcome prisoners!  Within seconds he was
lying face down on the horse, and I'd snapped the
wrist manacles shut, so he was held there.

"Dad will punish you, Steve.. He was talking about
having your balls off, and he certainly will now!"

"So I've got nothing to lose, then!"  As I said this I
slapped his bum hard  very hard - twice, and he
screamed.  "See, a slap to a bloke's bum increases the
excitement, doesn't it?"  I said in a parody of the
earlier conversation.  But then I got really worried -
no, not worried - exhilarated, I suppose:  the
adrenaline was flowing, and I knew the die was cast.
After all that thinking about escaping, I knew now
that I had no choice.  If I didn't get away from this
place somehow, Rob would certainly have my balls, and
might even go ahead with stubbing.

I was desperate - the first thing they teach you in
the army is to have a plan. And the second thing, to
have a back-up plan, in case the first plan fails.
And even after thinking about it for days, I hadn't
got either.    I stood there, uncertain as to what I
was going to do, but then I heard the door opening.

Rob was taken totally by surprise as I sprang on him.
I knocked him to the ground, and then before he could
react and reach for the collar control, I ripped it
off from around his neck and hurled it to the far
corner of the room.   He started to struggle, and I
had to "subdue" him by a couple of blows to his gut,
then I dragged him over to the sofa,  and before he
could recover I spread his arms along the back and
tied his wrists to the legs  using his expensive
Hermes tie for one wrist, and the power cable from the
TV for the other.  He'd put on his boxers to go out
and take the phone call, so I pulled them off him now.

"You fucking idiot, Steve!  I'll have your balls off
for this...."

"Rob, you really are stupid, you know that?  Now
you've told me that, I've got nothing to lose, have I?
 So first I'm going to have a bit of fun, and then
we're going to turn off the perimeter fence, so I can
leave you and William here in peace, to enjoy each
other..."

"Leave him alone, Steve!  He hasn't done anything...."

"Oh yes he has, Rob.  He's just fucked me.  Against my
will.  And he was just about to do it again...."

"I told him to..."

"And he did it.  He's a man now, sixteen, remember?  A
man has to learn to take responsibility for his own
actions.  And, as you said, it's time he completed his
education.... He's only seen one side of sex Rob, and
I think he deserves to understand a little more of the
other... It will be quite like the old days, in fact,
back at the training centre - I'll give William here a
quick lesson in taking cock, and you can watch:  I
remember now how you used to be there on a number of
occasions when I was breaking in the trainees...  I
think you likes to watch my arse pumping up and down,
you pervert... Well, you're lying there comfortably
enough, so enjoy..."

Rob started to shout and swear, with vile obscenities.
 I wasn't worried about the other servants hearing as
the study was pretty soundproof, but having a bloke
hollering and crying like that is distracting.  Still,
William's briefs stuffed into his mouth shut him up,
or at least really turned it down into frantic
unintelligible mutterings, and I walked over to the
horse, stroking my cock as I went.

My hand prints were bright red against the snowy white
of William's bum - he was nicely tanned everywhere
lese from the succession of foreign holidays the
family took, but I suppose that as a younger guy he
was embarrassed at public nudity and so had that band
of white around his loins where they'd never seen the
sun.   I'm not a sadist, as you know, so I was pretty
considerate to him then:  some men would just have
stuck themselves in to him, a kind of rape really, but
I'm not like that.

He started to cry out as I took some of my cum from
the ashtray and began to open him up and stretch him -
silly stuff, like "No... No..." and "Please...".  I
slapped his bum hard again, moved to the front, and
pulled his head up off the horse by using a big
handful of that long hair as a convenient handle.
"Shut the fuck up!", I snapped.  "You wanted to learn
all about sex, and I'm going to teach you.  I'm going
to teach you whether you like it or not, and all this
noise frankly pisses me off.  So I'd advise you to
stop it unless you want your dad's boxers in your
mouth - and if I have to do that, I won't hear if you
really scream if I inadvertently hurt you."

I did it very gently - just pulling his bum apart and
holding it there with one of my big hands as I pushed
my other at his hole, and forced my finger it in.
William gave a series of little cries and moans as I
worked my finger away, sliding it in and out to spread
the cum to lube him, and wiggling it around a bit to
start opening him up.  His cries got more insistent
and urgent as my second finger went in, and of course
like that you can really start to stretch a guy, can't
you?  I felt sorry for him, actually, and decided not
to go for the third and fourth fingers - although it's
easier to really stretch the hole like that, I've got
powerful hands and wasn't doing badly with just two,
and so decided to stop there.   When I pulled out,
though, I went around to the front, and ran my fingers
right under his nose, so he could see and smell them.
"Next time you're planning an evening of sex, boy,
make sure you clean yourself out!", I told him.  And
then to emphasise the lesson I rubbed my hand all
through his long hair, as he wriggled with
embarrassment.

Rob was shaking his head, shouting,  and twisting and
turning his body in a vain effort to get free as I
moved back to the end of the horse, and kicked
William's ankles to make him move his legs apart.
"OK, boy, this is where you really become a man!", I
told him, and split his bum once more so I could guide
the tip of my cock at his hole.

There's something special about taking a real virgin,
I always think - it feels different, somehow. For one
thing, they try to resist you, clamping their bum and
their arseholes tightly closed - futile, really, as a
ramrod hard cock pushed with a lot of force will
always break in, and it just adds to the excitement
and determination to do it, doesn't it?  And I kind of
think that it's always more silkily smooth that that
of a bloke who's used to it.  No - I'm fooling you!
There's no way that the tip of your cock can
distinguish between them at all - but there is a
difference, a real difference:  taking a virgin arse
for the first time is so much more exciting as there's
that knowledge that you're the first, and that he'll
always remember you.  And if it's unwilling, then
there's all the writhing around, the efforts to keep
you out, and the shouting and crying:  it' just so
amazingly exciting, and I think it triggers something
deep in your brain that tells you that this is what a
real man does - he overcomes everything so that he can
utterly dominate and control the other guy in the most
visible way possible.  A man who's had your cock
rammed up him knows who's the boss, who's in control,
doesn't he?

I know they say that a particular pleasure of taking a
bloke's cherry is that his hole is so tight it makes
for a better fuck, but I haven't found it so,
actually.  Well, perhaps that's because I've got such
a thick cock that every hole always grips me tightly -
perhaps it's different for those unfortunates who have
got something that's more like a piece of asparagus
than a big pork sausage between their legs.  So as I
slid into William I was gripped very nicely, but he
made a lot of noise, keeping on begging me to stop:
look, if he was really hurting, I'd have done so.  But
some "discomfort" is inevitable, isn't it, especially
if the bloke you're fucking is all tense and doesn't
relax.  But that "discomfort" is what it's all about -
it's not really pain, like if you injure yourself.
No, it's more like the brain can't tell if it's
hurting, or if it's just completely and exquisitely
pleasured, and I suppose young William just hadn't yet
learned to appreciate it.

Still, I'm not a sadist, and I do like the other guy
to enjoy it too, so once I had my whole length inside
him I leaned forward (taking most of my weight on my
arms) and nibbled at his earl lobes and nuzzled at his
neck, to excite him a bit, and whispered "OK, then?"

"Please, Steve, stop..."

Keeping my voice really low, as I think that's somehow
more sensual, and contributes to the atmosphere, I
murmured "We've only just started, boy... Hang in
there, and try to enjoy it as much as I'm going to....
Get ready for the first ride of your life..."

Well it was an epic fuck, even if I say so myself.  I
needed to take a long time anyway - I mean it's OK for
young guys who can shoot a load every half an hour,
but by the time you get to my age it takes you at
least an hour to recover, and even then the amount of
cum you get the second and third time in one evening
is much smaller.  So I was in no hurry, and I could
show him all sorts of exciting things as I varied the
pace, sometimes slow and languorous, and sometimes
lots of short fast little strokes.  And sometimes I
went right in, and sometimes just a centimetre or two.
 Then I pulled right back, arching my back to give me
room, and slapped his bum playfully occasionally, and
I also bent my knees so that the angle of attack
altered, and he'd feel a different sensation on his
hole.  I haven't had a good fuck like that for ages,
and  by the time I did cum, I was totally exhausted
and the sweat was flying off me.

I stayed buried in him as I leaned right forward over
his body, allowing him to feel my heat, and rubbing up
and down slightly so we slid over each other so
sensually.  I nibbled his earlobes again, and
whispered "There!  Now you're a man.... And now I'm
going to mark you, to prove it, so you've got
something to show Alexandra tomorrow...."

I bit into his neck and the tender flesh on the top of
his shoulder so that there would be lots of love bites
visible, and he moaned as I did so, and wriggled his
bum sensuously under me.  And then it was over, and I
stood up, and gently slid out of him.  His body looked
so exciting as he lay there, the pale whiteness of his
bum and thighs contrasting with the tan of his torso
and legs, and his youthful muscles nicely stretched on
the horse, that I was tempted just to take a rest and
start all over again!  But Rob was making such a fuss
still, even though it was perfectly clear that I
hadn't really hurt the lad, that I though Rob deserved
to be taught a lesson too.

I went over to him as he lay kind of sprawled on the
couch, and put my hands on the briefs protruding form
his mouth.  "Now, Rob, if you like I can take these
out of you, and we can talk sensibly about what
happens next.... "

He nodded eagerly, and I pulled them  out of his
mouth, and at once he stated really shouting "You
bastard!  You fucked my son!....."

Something needed to be done to stop him making that
racket, so I slapped his belly, hard (very hard!) as
he lay sprawled there with his arms stretched along
the back of the sofa, so very vulnerable.  And when
he's stopped screaming and started again, I did it
again.  He just lay there then, looking really pissed
off and furious.

"So, Rob, parts one and two of young William's
education.  What's next?"

"Nothing!"

"Oh come on, Rob.  That's not being very inventive.
Look, I think you owe it to William to come up with
something better than that.  I mean, he's just had an
epic fucking, and if he doesn't have something to
compare it with, he might forget just how good it was
- sometimes things are only good by comparison.  And
I've been fucked twice.... So perhaps the best thing
would be for William to take another cock, right now."

"Steve, if you get Marco or Pavel or Ian in here,
they'll be subject to the same punishment.  I'll have
their balls off to!"

"Well, Rob, I'm glad you said that.  Pavel and Marco
wouldn't be much good, of course, but Ian can give it
with the best of us.... But not now.  No, I think
we've got a better solution, more immediately
available."

I went and sat down on the couch next to Rob and
started to stroke his cock.  "Yes, Rob", I crooned.  A
much better solution.  And he's seen you in action
tonight, so he'll have that image to help him
understand what's going on.

End Of Part Twelve