Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2005 04:59:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Someone Has To  Do It, Part Two

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown        petebrownuk @ yahoo.com


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Part 2

I really wanted to go out for a few beers with my
mates that night, but it was near the end of the month
and I just didn't have the money.  So I picked up a
takeaway and went "home", if you can call the grungy
place that, and forked it down.  I'd lost most of the
porn channels on TV earlier that month as I hadn't
been able to afford the subscription, and there was
nothing other than inane game shows or documentaries
about wild life on the others, so I soon got bored.  I
leafed through some old porn mags, and even went
online to see what was available, but as usual the
local dating lines were all full of women wanting
"sensitive men for a loving relationship".  Jesus
Christ, doesn't anyone just want to fuck anymore?   I
went to bed early, I was so bored, and then I had a
problem  -  I wanted, no, needed, to wank, but I knew
I really ought to "save" myself for the next day:  In
fact, I deliberately put the tissues out of reach so
that it made it less likely that I'd start to wank.
But you know how it is - you're lying there, your head
is full of sexy thoughts, and your cock is straining
so hard it almost hurts.  I tried thinking about other
things - like my overdrawn bank account, the overdue
rent, the need to get my car serviced.... And soon
went back to sex!  And it doesn't matter, does it -
once you've started thinking about sex, the only thing
you can do is wank yourself.

At least that's fun -  I don't know why a lot of
blokes look on it as some kind  of funny thing for a
grown man to do.  Personally, if you can't have proper
sex, I think there's nothing wrong with it and it's a
whole lot of fun.  I deliberately took a long time to
get there, though, "backing off" when I felt myself
about to cum, and then starting again a minute or so
later.  And when I finally did lose it and went over
the edge,  I shot a massive amount.  I carried on
stroking myself as I like the feeling of my shaft
covered in cum, and I knew I was moaning a bit as I
did this as my cock's very sensitive once it's blown.
Mind you, the bed was a bit unpleasant -  as I turned
over I felt all the stickiness on my hip and ass, and
I remembered thinking as I drifted into sleep that the
sheet would be even worse than usual the next night as
it would be even stiffer!

I woke up late, and the Boss really hates it if you're
not on time so I had to skip a shower, barely had time
to scrape the razor over my face, and only just
remembered to swallow a Cialis as I needed to be hard
almost all day - at least they supply them from work,
as I'd never be able to afford to pay for them.  Then
I had to drive like fury to try to catch up.  I barely
made it through the gates as the siren was blowing for
the start of the shift, and when I got to the changing
room, there was Rob as usual, cool, calm and
collected, almost ready to go.  He watched me as I
stripped off my sweat shirt and jeans and hurriedly
pulled on my uniform shirt and shorts, and I thought I
caught him wrinkling  his nose - well, if he didn't
like a bit of manly scent, he didn't have to stand so
close, did he?

He was getting ready to take his men out on to the
training ground for some physical "toughening up", and
I wished it was me doing that - I usually take the
opportunity to go around with them, to "show them how
it's done" as I think you can "encourage" them better
when you're running alongside them, and it all helps
to keep me fit.  But instead of that I knew I was in
for a more intense session with my two, and Rob saw me
looking kind of glum.  "For fuck's sake, Steve", he
said, slapping me on the back, "Cheer up!  You'd think
you're off to a funeral, rather than for a day's
uninhibited fun.  Most men would pay to do your job,
you know...."

"Ha fucking ha, Rob.  It's OK for you, not needing to
work.... But it's not so much fun when it's your
livelihood, you know.  And I feel sorry for some of
the blokes... They're just like you and me.  Well,
like me, at least."

"Oh don't be so fucking stupid - they're all
criminals, or they wouldn't have been indentured.  And
they especially wouldn't have been indentured for life
if they hadn't done something really bad."

I guess we'd have carried on talking about it but the
Boss came along at that point, and I saw him frowning
a bit at me as I was still a bit dishevelled and not
as "smart" as he liked the men here to be.  He told us
to hurry along, and Rob and I made a vague arrangement
to get together at lunch time, and I went over to the
residential block to pick up my charges.

One of the advantages of our centre at least is that
the trainers like me don't have to do a lot of the
"housekeeping" of the indentured guys - there are some
indentured servants on the staff who look after the
showering, feeding an stuff like that.  So when I got
there they'd been fed and watered, and both of them
were just sitting there, their backs against the far
wall of the cell.  Actually, we make it pretty tough
for them in these cells, as it's reckoned to be good
for them to understand that as indentured servants
they can't expect to have the normal privileges and
standards of comfort as free men.  There's no
furniture as such therefore, so they have to sit on
the floor, or, rather, on the layer of straw that
covers it, and that's where they'd have slept, too.
It was fairly cool in there as we keep it at about
seventeen, as that's reckoned to encourage them to get
close to each other to keep warm.  That didn't seem to
have happened for these two, though:  they were
sitting apart, but in an effort to conserve their body
heat, I suppose, they'd pulled their knees up to their
chests and had their arms wrapped around them.

I banged the bars with my prod to get their attention,
and ordered them to their feet.  They'd been given
just exercise shorts to wear, pretty skimpy and thin
as they're just designed to support the cock and balls
during exercise, rather than do anything for modesty.
Indentured servants, especially those indentured for
life, aren't really supposed to worry about exposing
themselves, and a fair number of them are going to be
used for sex anyway, but these two evidently didn't
understand this yet as they were kind of holding their
hands in front of them as if they wanted to hide the
outline of their tackle that was showing through the
thin material.  I told them to come and stand by the
bars, and when I saw the look of defiance from the
army guy I pointed out that I had a reputation for
being fair, but firm, and that if he failed to do as
he was told, he'd be feeling the prod sooner, rather
than later!

The young bloke didn't worry me particularly as
although he had a slim, athletic body there was not a
lot of power in it yet - at sixteen he hadn't yet put
on the muscle that comes in the late teens and early
twenties - and I knew that I could easily subdue him
if he didn't do as he was told.  But the ex-army guy
was a different proposition - he was very fit looking
and well muscled:  not gross, like you get from body
building, but with those long, lean rangy muscles that
show you've built them from sheer hard work.  He was
potentially a lot of trouble, as although I had some
inches and pounds on him, he was about ten years
younger than me, and had probably been working out and
practising combat and stuff up until about a week ago!
  So although I don't like doing it, as I prefer to
"train" blokes when they're free to take part in it
fully, I decided that for safety's sake he'd better be
restrained a bit.

At first he didn't respond when I told him to come
close to the bars and stand with his back to them, but
when I pointed out that I'd then have to come in to
the cell and prod him until he was unconscious if he
didn't, he did as he'd been told.   He used a lot of
unnecessarily stupid language, and that would have to
be seen to sooner or later - look, I expect blokes
who've been in the army to call me a wanker and a
bastard and stuff like that when they're being made to
do stuff they don't like, but starting to accuse me of
being a pedophile and stuff like that just isn't on.
And it's kinder to them, actually, to get all this
kind of stuff stopped as if they do it to their
indenture owners and they take exception, they could
be in for real problems.  Still, now probably wasn't
the time to start that - I'd tackle it after he'd been
made to understand his new role a bit more.    I
fastened a leather collar around his neck, then bought
his arms up and cuffed his wrists to it, and then I
felt a bit more secure - he may be fit and tough and
stuff, but with his arms immobilised lie that he'd
have no chance against me.

I looked at the young kid and asked him his name, and
he said "Leigh."  I glared at him and said quietly
"That's your last chance, boy.  The next time you
answer me like that I'll punish you - the correct
response is "Leigh, sir.  Do you understand?"

The kid just looked at me and said "OK."

Look, I know you may think it's cruel, but actually
it's kinder in the long run: a short, sharp lesson
right at the start can help get the servant off to a
good start.  So I stepped in to the cell and simply
touched him with the prod, set at a very low setting.
He actually screamed, then stood there rubbing his
arms up and down his chest, trying to ease the pain.
The ex-army guy was shouting at me that I was a
bastard, a real cunt... But I just ignored him, and
said quietly "Now, Leigh, let's try that again.  I
told you that you should reply to questions politely,
addressing me as sir, or you'd be punished.  Now do
you understand?"

"Yes.... Sir.", he said in a quiet voice, and I
ruffled his hair encouragingly - or, rather, I ran my
hand over his cropped hair, as I think that that sort
of physical contact reinforces the link between the
trainer and servant.

"So, soldier boy, what are you called?", I continued.


"Andy.... Sir."  He was surly, but he was at least
polite.

"Right, you two, follow me", I told them, and with my
prod still visibly at the ready so they could see that
there was no point in resisting,   I led them out from
the residential block and across the yard to the
training facility, and even though it wasn't all that
cold, they looked kind of hunched up - that's fairly
normal, actually, as a lot of blokes aren't used to
being outside like that, naked except for the skimpy
shorts, and it's as if their bodies react by trying to
make themselves as small as possible.

I'd picked one of the small training rooms - just a
"bed" and a "horse" and the usual rack with a
selection of canes, tawses, dildos and stuff like that
- and as soon as we were inside, I pushed the ex-army
guy over to the far wall and slipped a manacle around
his ankle to hold him there until I was ready for him.

"OK, Leigh, come over here...", I said quietly to the
young guy.  There's no point in being harsh and
commanding at this point, I've found, as you can
achieve more with young guys like this by being calm
and gentle.

He came and stood by me, obviously wondering what was
about to happen, and so was very surprised when I put
my arm around him and pulled  him close to my body.
He resisted slightly, so I pushed him away a little
and then reached out with my other arm and gave him a
hard slap on his bum!  I knew it wouldn't really hurt
- well, not much - probably not as much as it actually
hurt my open palm - but I've found that the first time
you slap a young guy like that it's so totally
unexpected that it disorients them a bit.  And it also
signals to them, of course, that things have changed
for them - I doubted that young Leigh had ever had a
physical experience like that before.  And it would
bring ho me to him that I was a lot more powerful and
strong than he was.

As his mouth opened to say something I said calmly and
quietly "Silence!", and pulled him close to me again.
It's another one of those training things I've found
out over the years -  having a bloke's naked skin
against your shirt and shorts again emphasises to him
that things are different, and that you're "in
charge".    I could feel his slim body almost
quivering as he was worried about what was about to
happen to him, and as if to reassure him I pulled him
tighter to me, and I ran my other hand  up as much of
his body as I could comfortably reach, starting at his
lover thigh, then advancing slowly over his bum, up
his torso, and finally  resting it on his pecs, so he
could feel the warmth of me and know that I was
controlling him.

He only had small little nips on very tiny aureoles,
but I began to rub a thumb just gently, very gently,
up and down over the left one.  Leigh tried to
struggle and pull away from me, and he muttered "No,
please.... Don't...."

I slapped him on the bum again, but a lot harder this
time.  "Remember your manners, boy... What do you call
me?"

"Sir..  Please, don't... I don't like it...."

I just laughed at him, pulled him closer again and
carried on stroking his nip, which had anyway gone
satisfactorily hard and was now jutting up proudly.  I
ground my hips a bit, too, and as I expected, felt his
cock was correspondingly hard.

"Listen, Leigh, you'd better understand this, as I'm
not going to keep telling you... But what you like and
what you don' like doesn't matter any more.  You're an
indentured servant, indentured for life, and that
means you do whatever your indenture owner wants you
to, whether you like it or not.  So just relax, and
we'll get on a whole lot better..."

He went to say something in reply, but as he did so my
hand snaked up and grabbed his chin, I pushed my thumb
and finger in to his cheeks to hold his jaw open, bent
right over him to show him my power and strength,
clamped my lips to his and forced my tongue into his
mouth.  He was so surprised that for a moment he
didn't know what to do, but then he started to
struggle, to attempt to free himself from me.  It was
useless, of course - with one arm around him and the
other holding his head so tight there was absolutely
nothing he could do.  So I carried on kissing him,
forcing my tongue right into his mouth and as  far
towards his throat as I could, ignoring his muffled
protests and the way that his arms were scrabbling
around on my body, trying to push me away.

He tasted good, actually - there's something about the
spit of young guys who haven't been smoking and
drinking that's agreeably fresh, and I made sure that
he could feel me rubbing my body against his at the
same time as I deliberately allowed my own mouth to
fill with saliva and forced it into him.  When I
finally let him go and pulled away slightly he was
almost gasping for air, and he began to splutter "No,
please, so, sir.... Please...."

"Was that your first time,  Leigh?  Your first proper
kiss?"

"No - I've kissed a lot.  But not blokes.  I'm not a
queer...."

"Listen, boy, we don't use words like that in
training!  A young guy like you - and Andy there -
nice bodies, and indentured for life - your contract's
almost certainly going to be bought by an owner who
wants to enjoy you.  I mean, if he wanted to fuck
women, he'd buy a female, wouldn't he?   So I'm here
to train you - so that when a prospective owner sees
you at the dealer's and comes over to feel your body
and inspect you, you won't do something foolish."

"No, please, sir.... I  know I'm indentured, but I'm
good at school... I'll be bought by a big company, and
work in an office...."

"...and some of the free men working there will want
to use you, Leigh!  That's the fun of having an
indentured servant in the office - if you need some
relaxation, or relief, there's one there.  Even if
you're working away at your PC or whatever, I expect
some of the men will want you crawling around on your
knees sucking their cocks under their desks."

"No..."

"In any case, it doesn't matter.  Whatever you're
going to be sold as, whoever's going to buy your
contract, you've got to be trained.  There's no
avoiding it, so you may as well get to enjoy it.
Now...."

I reached down and tugged at his flimsy shorts, and
pushed them half way down his thighs.  He struggled
and protested, so I slapped his now-naked bum again,
and then got hold if his nip and this time instead of
stroking it, twisted it, sharply, between my fingers.
He gave a little shriek of surprise and discomfort,
and now his cock was exposed, I started to grind my
hips against him again.  This time I expect it was a
little less comfortable as his semi-ereect cock
brushed and chafed against the material of my uniform
shorts, and as he continued to struggle to get away
from me, I now reached down and cupped his pleasantly
warm bum in my hand and used it to push his groin even
closer to mine.

He was saying almost continuously "No, please, no,
please...." now, and it was time to stop that again so
I quickly changed my grip on him, held his head and
started to kiss him deeply again.  By the time I'd had
enough, the kid was solidly erect - well, it always
happens, I find:  however much a bloke protests and
says he's not "queer" or he doesn't go with  blokes,
once you've played with their nips a bit and given
them a good tongue fucking, they're mostly responding
properly.

It was time to move on, though, so I  now took his
cock in my hand and began to play with it - very
gently, so as not to alarm him.  But I don't suppose
he'd ever had another man's hand on his cock before,
so as I began to tease and stroke it, he was still
gasping "No, please....".    And this only subsided a
bit when I let my hand stray down and began to cup and
stroke his balls - again, very gently, very gently
indeed.  His little cries of protest almost stopped,
and I wasn't sure whether it was because he was
enjoying a strong man's fingers gripping his balls, or
because he was scared that I  might do something to
hurt him.

Time's always short, of course, and so when he was a
bit calmer and was at least used to the feel of my
hands on him, if not reconciled to them, I stopped and
pushed him away to stand there in front of  me, his
cock almost vertical, and a small bead of pre-cum
squeezing out of his piss slit.    "So, Leigh, I see
you're starting to enjoy it...."

"NO!  Sir, please... I don't...."

"Your cock says differently, boy!"

As he watched I undid my uniform shirt and took it
off, then did the same for my shorts:  one advantage
of them is that the legs are quite wide so  I could
slip them over my boots relatively easily.  I like to
keep my boots on during training sessions as it's a
kind of "last resort" means of controlling the other
guy or defending myself if things go very badly wrong
- a good hard kick on a naked body can help a lot.

My own cock was tenting my boxers, and I kept a smile
on my face as I watched Leigh as I now shucked them
down to the floor, and then bent down slightly so I
could pull them over my boots.    "Come here again,
boy", I said quietly, and he shook his head.

"Leigh, come here, boy!"

Again, a shake of his head.

"Leigh, this is your last warning.  I've had to slap
your arse a few times already, but if you continue to
disobey, I'll put you over my knee and spank you
properly, and I don't think you'll like that one
little bit.  Now, do as you're fucking well told, and
come here!"

Still shaking his head, as if in disbelief at what he
was doing, he came and stood in front of me, and I at
once put both my arms around him and hugged him close
to me.  I started to use him passionately - running my
hands up and down his back, cupping his bum in my
hands to pull him tight against me, grinding my hips
against his so that our cocks were constantly sliding
against each other, and pushing my face down into that
lovely place on top of his shoulders next to his neck
and kissing and gently biting it.

Look, I don't care how much a guy claims to be
"straight" and "not queer" and all that other crap.
When you have a really nice body like mine playing
with yours, you're going to respond.  There's
something about the feel of another guy's cock against
yours, about the way that a man's belly feels good
against your cock head,  the heat of another body
against yours, the sensation of hands and lips,
pressing into you, that just makes a man respond.  And
young Leigh did as expected - he was soon pressing his
face against my skin, and I guided his head down so
that he could take my left nip in between his lips.
It was my turn to groan gently now, as I've got really
sensitive nips, and I knew my hands were running up
and down his back, even harder than before, as my own
excitement mounted.

You've got to keep these things moving along, though,
however much you're enjoying the moment and after a
couple more minutes I broke away.

"OK, Leigh, now what I want you to do is to kneel down
on the floor and wank yourself for me."

"NO, please...!

"Leigh, this really is our last warning!  Now I can
see your cock's really ready, as you're leaking
pre-cum... So what's the problem in just stroking
yourself and giving me a nice load of our cum?"

"Sir, please... I can't do that with you watching.
And with Andy watching, sir..."

"You can and you will.  Look, Leigh, don't be stupid:
I wank, I'm sure Andy wanks, and we both know what
wanking's all about.  So what's the harm in doing it
in front of us?  You've got nothing to be ashamed
about as you've got a good cock, and I can almost feel
the cum in your balls already!  Now, stop being
stupid,  and lets' get on with  it.  Kneel, and you'd
better practice doing it properly - heels together,
knees nice and far apart so we can see what's going
on, and a good straight back - your bum should be
resting on your heels."

"No, please..."

"Do it, boy!  Or else we'll have to get the prod out
again...."

Slowly he bent, and then shuffled around to get into
the position I'd said.  His cock had lost its erection
by now and I sat down on he edge of the bed and
"encouraged" it gently with the tip of my boot.  Poor
Leigh looked so embarrassed and alarmed at what I was
doing, but as I nodded at him encouragingly, he
cautiously reached down and started to wank himself,
slowly at first, and then with an almost manic
intensity, as if he was keen to get it over with as
soon as possible.

You can always tell when a bloke's about to cum, I
find, at just at the right moment I leaned forward,
pushed his cock down and slipped a small disposable
paper cup from the room's cabinet under it.  Poor
Leigh - I don't think he'd ever cum into a container
before, and when I held it up so we could both see how
full it was , he was flushing with embarrassment.
"Nothing to be ashamed of here, Leigh", I said in a
tone at once cheerful and encouraging - it really is
important to make everything appear to be perfectly
normal, I think.  Well, I mean, it is normal for some
people, isn't it?  And the sooner young guys like
Leigh learn that everything's now different for them,
the better, if you ask me.

I reached down and helped him to his feet, then gently
pushed him forward on to the bed, so he was belly down
and his legs were over the edge and his feet s nicely
apart  on the floor.  I stroked his back - he had one
of those nice protruding kind of spines which is quite
appealing, and his white butt was somehow made a
little more exciting than it would otherwise have been
by the pink patches on it where I'd slapped him
earlier.    I let my hand trail down his back again
and stroked my fingers over his bum, and he shuffled
around a little on the bed in the way that men do when
their cocks are trapped under them and they want to
get more comfortable.

He was not relaxed as I started to gently probe with a
finger down between his firm youthful  bum cheeks, and
he shuffled around, now resting his head in his
crossed arms.  I stopped for a moment and then  knelt
behind him for a moment, so that as I positioned my
hand and prised his bum apart I could see his hole -
a real young lad's one, nicely smoothly puckered, but
all pink and virginal.  You, I know that's just a
fancy as you can't tell until you touch it, but it's
nice to imagine that a lovely pink hole like that is
all fresh and pure, isn't it?  I pushed my face close
to him and got that lovely smell of sweat and
maleness, then blew gently on his tenderest part:  he
groaned with pleasure, and wriggled a bit as if once
more getting comfortable as his cock must be arching
upwards.

I got to my feet again and sat down beside Leigh's
body, all the time gently stroking his butt and his
back.  "Now, boy, we can do this one of two ways.....
Either we can go on like this, with me being gentle
and you enjoying it.. Well, you seem to be enjoying
it.... Or I can be a bit more forceful.  And I'm
bigger, stronger and tougher than you, and I've done
all this hundreds of times before, remember.  So are
you going to co-operate and enjoy it, or shall I just
get stuck in...."

He knew what I meant, of course.  I don't suppose
there's anyone growing up these days who isn't aware
that  indentured servants of both sees tend to get
fucked.  But he had one last attempt.  "Please, sir,
no, sir.  Please don't do it at all, sir.... "

"Now, Leigh, you know it's got to happen to you.  So
shall I just start off nice and gentle.... And you
just lie there and relax.  But any trouble, and it
will be worse for you, remember...."

I could see a shudder run through him, but I pressed
on.  I slicked my fingers with his cum from the little
paper cup, and spread his bum again and now teased his
hole with my slimy finger.  He groaned, and I carried
on, then started to wriggle and tease with my finger
to get it right in.  As I did so, he couldn't help
shuffling around a bit, and I used my other hand to
"steady" him  - it's amazing how just the presence of
a hand on the middle of a bloke's back can exert
"control" o over him, even when you're not using a lot
of pressure or effort..

Well, I worked on him for a long time - he was a nice
enough kid, after all  Scared, as they all are, but
there's no need to take it out on them for that.   So
I took a lot of care to get one finger in, then to
very gently stretch him before getting a second one
in, and then being very careful indeed as I used both
fingers to really open him up.  All the time he was
moaning, but if here was any sign of it turning to
real pain, I backed off at once and then started
again.

I could see Andy watching me all this time, and it
looked as if he was going to say something, or shout
out at me, but he just stood there, clenching his
fists impotently behind his neck, and sometimes
tugging at his shackling chain as if that might in
some mysterious way lead to him getting free.

"OK, Leigh... I think you know what comes next, don't
you, boy?"   I wasn't expecting an answer of course,
so  I went on "You're nice an open, nice and relaxed,
and that lovely cum of yours has lubed you up
properly.  So now I'm going to push my cock into you,
and then I'm going  to fuck you...."

"N, please...."

"Hear me out, Leigh!  It's inevitable.  There's no
escaping it.  That's what you're here for, to be
trained.  But it needn't hurt you... Just relax, and
let me do it, Leigh... I've had a lot of practice at
this, and provided you don't do anything stupid, it
will all be over soon...."

With that I positioned my cock at his lovely warm
hole, and began to push.  His natural reaction was to
try to "escape", moving along the bed, so I leaned
forward a bit and put my hands on his shoulders to
stop him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating up
at mine as I did so.  He was moaning gently as I
continued to exert pressure, and then I was in.... My
cock thrilled as that incredible sensation flows
through you when it gets past the sphincter and you
know you're now nestling in the bloke's arse.

I really was very gentle with him - going oh so slowly
until I was sunk right inside him and my pubes were
scratching at his soft young bum, and then gently
rocking backwards and forwards so he could feel me
mastering and controlling him.  Mind you, he kept
crying out, and I thought it was really stupid of him
as I couldn't possibly be actually causing him pain -
well, there'd be that sensation that's a lot like it,
but is actually really enjoyable, and I thought he was
just being hysterical, so I ignored it.

Look, it's really nice to have your cock buried in a
moist welcoming arse, but that's not all that a man
needs, is it?  I mean, it's good to be close to
another bloke like that, to be enjoying the feeling of
his arse gripping you as you slide it in and out, and
to know that you're controlling him completely, but
you need more than that, don't you?  You need to feel
your balls contracting and to know that you're pumping
your seed deep up inside him in that way that tells
you that you're really a man, a man who's in charge.
And whilst you can eventually cum like that, playing
so slowly and gently, and sometimes it's fun to do it
that way, it does take a long time.  I did have some
time, of course, but I do feel that, especially for
the first fuck of the day, you get a whole lot more
excitement and satisfaction from going at it a bit
harder.  Poor young Leigh had something to really
shout about, therefore, as I speeded up, sliding my
whole cock in and out of him and positively slamming
my thighs into his so there was that special "slap,
slap, slap" noise of bodies colliding as you fuck
hard.  Actually, I think you get a lot of pleasure,
too, from what it does to your balls - I know it
sounds kind of perverse, but if you've got big,
low-hangers like me, your balls kind of slam forward
into the bloke's arse on each stroke too, and whereas
that would normally be potentially quite painful, when
you're really going at it, it just seems to add to the
pleasure.

Hearing Leigh shouting and crying out like that seemed
to have affected Andy, too, as he was positively
throwing himself forward, trying to get to me!  It was
completely futile of course as his shackling chain
wouldn't let him get that far across the room, but now
the air was filled with his foul language as he
imaginatively told me what he'd do to me if I didn't
leave the kid alone!  It all added to the excitement,
actually, and I felt my balls tightening, and then
that triumphant feeling of the supreme moment when
your first lot of cum shoots along your cock.

There's a little trick I have which some of you guys
might like to try:  I know it's great just to stay
there, buried in the guy's arse and letting nature
take its course, but if you pull out immediately
you've shot the first time, and then rub your cock
around the bloke's arse as the "after shocks" come, it
really adds to it - my cocks' so sensitive that
rubbing it like that makes me shudder and shake, and
as soon as there's some more of my cum around the
hole, I push back in for one last great thrust; and it
feels as if the top of my head's going to blow off as
the feeling is so powerful as my cock slides home one
last time through the cum-drenched hole.

Leigh was sobbing quietly now, so still buried in him
I leaned forward, taking most of my weight on my
forearms, so that he could feel me body all along his.
 I moved gently from side to side so we slid over each
other a little, lubricated by our sweat, and I nuzzled
his ear and shoulder with my lips and tongue,
whispering that it was all over now, and that he was a
real man at last.

After a couple of minutes of this, though, I pulled
out and went over to the small sink on the far wall
and washed my cock, then went back over to the bed,
where Leigh was still lying, not having moved.  I
threw myself down on the bed, full length, then leaned
forward and hauled him up to lie alongside me.  I
hugged him to me again, twining my legs around his so
that my thigh went up and he was almost "sitting" on
it - men like to feel a hot thigh against their arse
after sex, I find.  I gently stroked his cheeks to
wipe away a couple of small tears that had squeezed
out of his eyes, then moved my hand to once more
fondle and caress his nips.  "There, that wasn't so
bad, was it, make?"  I asked cheerily.

He didn't reply, so I went on "Pretty stunning, the
first time, isn't it?  But by the end of this week you
and me and Andy over there will have had lots of
experience and you'll really be enjoying it."  I put
my hand around his head and kissed him again, and this
time I'm certain I didn't get the same resistance as I
had before - the lad was learning that when a big
bloke like me wants something, the easiest thing to do
is to give it to him!  Mind you the mood wasn't helped
by Andy still shouting, especially now  that he'd
switched to telling me that there's no way that I was
going to fuck him.

It's surprising how companionable it is after sex
though, I always find, and in spite of him being
almost hysterical a few minutes before and all the
shouting and sobbing, young Leigh as now very calm and
as I carried on stroking and playing with his body, he
seemed to relax almost totally and I even saw a
glimmer of a smile on his face when I did something
that evidently pleased him.

"Please, sir, what's going to happen to me?", he
finally managed to ask.

"Well you're one of the lucky ones, I guess.  You're
young, you've got a nice body, and once you've been
properly trained to appreciate an owner's attentions,
you'll sell for a high price.  And that's good."

"You mean for the dealer, people like you...."

"I wish!  No such luck, me being a dealer! No, I just
work here.  No, I mean it's good for you.  Look, think
about it:  if your indenture is sold for a lot of
money, the person who buys it is going to take care of
you.  Think of yourself as a car:  someone who goes
into a dealer and buys a new, top of the range BMW, is
going to take care of it, isn't he?  Keep it clean,
get it serviced regularly, replace the types when they
get worn, all that sort of thing.  But if you were
just an ordinary, run of the mill type of guy, some
seedy sort of slob with a big gut or a tiny dick or
something, you'd be cheap to buy and that would be
like going to a used car showroom and buying some old
banger - the owner doesn't give a shit then, and
doesn't take care of it....  So you should pay
attention, Leigh, and learn all there is to learn
about pleasing an owner:  it really is in your
interests to fetch a good price when they sell you
next week."

He kind of nodded, and I went on "The only surprising
thing is that they're only putting you through this
course to learn about sex with men.  A nice young lad
like you might be a hit with the ladies, I'd have
thought - some divorcee or other might decide to spend
some of her settlement on a nice young bloke like
you.... I mean, both you and Andy over there are
obviously highly desirable as sex partners for men,
but there's not a lot of women would want to buy
him...."

Andy shouted out "The fuck you know about anything!  I
know all about women...."

I turned to him and said "No, I think you probably
know a bit about fucking women - but that's not the
same as having your indenture owned by one!  You
probably don't have the patience to pleasure a woman
for hours with your tongue, or the gentleness to tend
to her in her bath, or stuff like that that women want
when they buy an indenture.  And even of you do,
you're too big and strong looking, and they'd worry
that you'd lose control.  But young Leigh here....
Well, most women wouldn't be afraid of him as he's not
yet fully grown.... And by the time he has, he'll be
so used to servicing women, if he's been bought by a
woman...."

"So, Leigh", I went on, turning back to him, "Have you
been with a woman?"

"Of course!  That's why I'm indentured.  My girl
friend got pregnant, but she was just the wrong side
of sixteen.... She wouldn't get an abortion, as I told
her to, and of course when her parents found out they
hit the roof, and all the blokes at school had to have
their DNA tested to find out whose it was....  And
they just wouldn't let it rest, insisted that I'd
raped their lovely daughter although in fact she'd
been all over me!  And you know what the penalty for
rape is... And here I am."

Poor kid!  And they said you had to do something
really wrong to get indentured for life, and all this
kid had done was have some fun with his girlfriend.  I
mean, all that "sixteen" stuff is a load of rubbish,
isn't it?  They should have sex when they're ready or
it, never mind what the law says.  Don't get me wrong
- I don't think guys of fifty or sixty should fuck
girls - or boys - of fifteen.  But a couple of
fourteen year olds, enjoying themselves, where's the
harm?

I pushed myself up on one elbow and looked down at
him.  "So.... You've fucked, and now you've been
fucked...  So which do you like more?"

"Fucking!  But the other isn't so bad, I guess.  Not
as bad as everyone keeps saying."

"That's because you've got a good teacher", I told
him, smiling down at him.

End Of Part Two