Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 06:46:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steve Buys A Slave, Part Twenty-Nine

STEVE BUYS A SLAVE
A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)

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PART TWENTY-NINE

I walked over to the bars again.  "Now, Karl, here's the deal.  I need to
prove you're a slave unless you want to be seen as a free man and be
enslaved tomorrow.  And as you've not got a SIN or a brand, the only
convincing proof is if I fuck you - I've explained that you're new to
slavery, and that I haven't yet taken your cherry.  So it's cherry picking
time, now."

Karl glared at me.  "No way!"

"OK, but take the consequences.  Jake said you were bone-headed, and I can
see he was right.  I'm offering you a way to keep your freedom, and all
you're worrying about is my dick up your ass.  But have it your way
then..."

I saw a look of total despair in his face, then he gave a little nod of
acceptance, and resignation.  I walked back to the cops.  "He's a real
problem, as I said.  But my handler will help, so if there's somewhere we
can go...."

The cop looked at his buddy and they both smiled.  "Oh no, sir.  I think we
need to see it - we need proof that the slave is a slave, and without the
SIN, even though he's collared and clipped..."

I recognised what they wanted - a bit of entertainment to while away the
boring night shift.  And here they had, they thought, a rich college boy
like me who was going to give them a bit of an exhibition.  I had choices -
I could do it, or not. And it wasn't a difficult decision to make: If I did
it I'd be one more step on towards getting Karl to behave properly, and I'd
avoid any possible unpleasantness with the cops causing problems as I'd
claimed that Reb and Karl were my slaves: I don't know what the penalty for
lying to the cops is, but I could believe it would be harsh.  So my mind
was made up, and once you've decided to act, you need to be decisive, I
think.

I pointed out that it was hardly a gentlemanly thing to do to have to fuck
a slave on the floor, and the cops went and carried in a low table -
actually I think it was more of a whipping frame or fucking bench, as there
was provision for fastening wrists and ankles to the bottom of the legs.  I
then told Karl to lie there on his back, and called Reb over.  "Jerk him
off, then lube him up", I commanded.

Reb seemed to be aware of some of the stuff going on but he smelled
strongly of beer and seemed a little unsure.  So I took the tawse from Jake
and slashed at his butt a couple of times to make him see sense - as you
probably know, the tawse stings and hurts at the time, but there's no
lasting damage or marks.. "Do as I fucking well tell you", I shouted.
"Jack the new slave off, and lube his hole!"  And I added in a quieter
voice so only Reb could hear "Just do it - trust me... I'm trying to save
Karl."

The four guys in the other cage, the two cops, his brother and I then
watched as Reb knelt there and began to stroke Karl's dick, and soon there
was a nice slick of cum on Karl's belly.  Slowly, very slowly, Reb rubbed
his fingers in it and muttering "Sorry, buddy..." He began to slide at
first one, then two and finally three fingers in Karl's hole.  Finally he
stood there, hands by his side, looking at me.

"Right, slave!  Roll over on your belly.  Spread your legs...."  I told
Karl. I really did wonder if Karl was going to obey, but he did.  I had
wanted to see the look on his face as my dick went up him, but it seemed
safer now to take him like this as somehow there's more 'control' I think
when the guy's lying there face down.

It's not that I'm particularly body shy - I mean I was a keen jock in high
school and I was used to being naked in the locker room - but being the
only naked one with a lot of other guys looking at you is something
different, isn't it?  Well, I wasn't the only naked one, but somehow Karl
didn't count, as he was supposed to be a slave.  And, anyway, I wasn't
going simply to be naked, I was going to have to fuck - and that's
certainly not something I've done in front of other guys before.  So I was
really nervous, and for a few moments I did seriously worry that I might
not be able to get an erection.

I decided I wasn't going to totally expose myself so I unzipped my jeans
and got my dick out - at least one of my fears disappeared then as the
moment it was free of its confines I was ramrod hard.  The cops were
looking vaguely disappointed, so I called out "I think it's better for the
slave to be naked and his owner clothed - it brings home the servility of
his position, don't you think?  Especially as he feels my clothes rubbing
against his bare skin."  I turned to face them so that they could see my
dick properly and joked "...and as you can see I've got more than enough
length so I don't need my pubes scratching his ass to get him to really
feel it."

The cops seemed satisfied, so I went back towards Karl and gave him a
couple of 'encouraging' slaps on his butt to start to establish my control
over him.  "Reach back and spread your butt for me!", I told him, and Karl
slowly obeyed, and I got the first sight of his virgin pucker in front of
me, shining with his cum.

I moved forward and touched the tip of my dick to him - that special
sensation as your dick makes contact with hot flesh shot through me, and
Karl groaned.  Then I tried to push in, but he was resisting me.  Well, you
know how it is - a guy can't really stop a determined, hard dick forcing
its way in, but the process isn't necessarily all that pleasant: I had to
grip my stiff dick so that only the head was really unsupported, then slap
his butt several times, hard, to let him know I meant business.  Then I
really had to force and thrust to get my dick head those vital first few
millimetres in past the outer sphincter.  Karl was crying out now - in
anger, or pain, or both: I didn't know and cared less.  But once he was
breached I was so pissed off that I couldn't be bothered to take it all
that slowly and slid the length of my dick into him.  I stood there, my
hands gripping his hips, buried inside him, and admired the sheen of sweat
on his back and the
 noise he was making as he understood that he was no longer a virgin.  And
then, as they say, I fucked him - fucked him hard, ramming my dick in and
out with long, hard strokes.

It didn't take all that long, of course - I was so keyed up with excitement
that I knew I was going to cum.  I pulled out so that my cum could shoot
all along his bare back, then I plunged my dick back in to him, and this
time it was me crying out, crying out with that pure ecstasy you get when a
guy's ass enfolds your dick again, a dick now so sensitive that you don't
really want to do it, but you do want to, and you've got that totally
indescribable sensation from your dick that floods your brain and drives
out everything else.  I heard myself shout "Yes.....", as I stood there
panting, waiting for my dick to subside a little.

Jake was staring at me as I pulled out and stood there.  Then I called to
Reb to come and clean my dick as of course Karl had not been particularly
clean... I thought that was a nice touch, to show the cops that I was used
to having slaves.  I didn't make him use his mouth, though, but told him to
take off his T and use that.

I looked at the cops. "Do either of you guys want to use him now?"

They looked at each other.  "Yes, sir!  But we're on duty... And there's a
strict 'no drinking, no fucking' policy" one replied.

I didn't want to miss an opportunity of driving home to Karl that his life
had changed though, so I then said to Reb "Drop your shorts and fuck him,
boy.  These gentlemen need a proper display, and we'll all enjoy seeing
your muscular body at work...."

"Steve, please...."

"Is he calling you by name?  Is he a really a slave?" One of the cops asked
me as he heard this.

"Of course he's a slave!  Look at his brand!  Do you think any free man
would agree to that?  But it's the new fashion - at least with me and my
buddies: if there's a lot of us and a lot of our slaves together, having
them call everyone 'sir' is too confusing.  So we let them use our names,
and it's kind of exciting... I mean a slave has to obey his owner, but when
you've got a naked hunk calling you by name and then doing as you say, it's
somehow much more exciting."

I moved closer to Reb so only he could hear me.  "Listen, you idiot - you
need to do as I say, not only because you're a slave, but because I'm
trying to save Karl from being made one.  Now fuck him!  He's nicely open
and lubed..."

"Steve, I don't fuck guys.."

"You mean you used not to fuck guys.  But I don't care, Reb.  It's not as
if you are totally straight - I've seen you and Karl jerking off together.
But if it makes it easier for you, close your eyes and pretend you're
fucking some bitch's ass - I assume marines like you did sometimes use
bitches like that?  Anyway, if we are going to avoid trouble with these
cops, get in and do it!"

Reb dropped his shorts and his dick sprang out.  "Nice!", one of the cops
told me.  "And I see you've had him 'skinned... "

"No owner wants a slave to hide his dick head from him", I replied, and the
cop nodded in assent as this was so natural.

"Can we have a bit of variety?", the cop continued.  "Have your slave lie
on his back and the other slave fuck him with his legs pushed right back to
his head.... He can go in deeper and harder."

He was right, of course, and I told Reb and Jake to reposition themselves.
I thought they might not do it, but I was encouraged to see that although
they did not exactly 'spring to it' and were rather reluctant, they did.
Reb then picked up Karl's ankles and almost gently pushed them apart and
back towards Jake's head.  I couldn't see whether he had his eyes open or
not as his dick head advanced towards Karl's hole as he shuffled forward,
but it evidently didn't matter as he seemed be pretty expert at guiding
himself towards his goal.  Then with a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed
gently forward.

Karl groaned but didn't give the same sort of shrill desperate cries that
he'd made when I fucked him.  And as Reb began to get into his stride and
was fucking with long, deliberate strokes, both he and Karl started to gasp
and moan in unison.

Reb didn't pull out, and the only way we could tell that he was finished
was when he suddenly threw his head back and shouted "Jesus!  Yes...."
before standing there for a few seconds with his spine curved backwards as
if he wanted to get the last few millimetres of his dick into Karl.  Then
he bent forward, and kind of lay along Karl, their sweaty bodies pressed
together.  Interestingly, Karl's legs, as Reb released them, curved around
Reb and crossed at the ankles as if he was trying to hold Reb inside him.

The cops (and Jake) were standing there rubbing their crotches as if
desperate for relief.  "Impressive, isn't he?" I asked them.

"Pretty fantastic.  Beats watching porn movies" one of them answered.  He
looked at me and said "Will you come back to witness the whipping tomorrow,
or shall we arrange to deliver the 'bodies' afterwards - they won't be able
to walk, of course."

"Hey, guys, is this really necessary?"

"They caused an affray, and they need punishment, sir."

"I know that.  And I will keep them on slave chow and water for two
weeks...."

"Sir, the law says that slaves are punished with the whip - it's the
judicial instrument that's not available to owners as it is reserved for
severe cases..."

"But this was only a barroom brawl.  And judicial punishments only occur
when there's been a court case - as there hasn't been - yet - for these
two."  I looked at the two cops as if I was desperate and pleading.  "Look,
officers, these two slaves are not going to cause problems in the town
again as I'm taking them with me to college.  And I will punish them
further.  But if they have a judicial whipping their backs and butts will
probably never recover - you've seen what a magnificent beast my slave Reb
is, and you yourself admitted that it's better than watching porn
movies... Well, I want to be able to enjoy him without a lot of ugly
scarring and stuff..."

The cops nodded.  "Isn't there some way of resolving this?  If I go and pay
the bar owner for any damage..."

"You could do that, sir", one of the cops told me.  "That would help...."

"And what else might help, officer?"

He looked sort of knowingly at me and I think I understood his hidden
meaning.

"I'm of course very appreciative of the efforts our local police make to
keep the town safe.  Is it possible for me to make a donation to the police
welfare fund?"

The cops nodded.  "Will you need a receipt, so you can deduct it from your
tax, sir?"

I now knew it was going to be OK. "Actually no, officer.  I'm not a
taxpayer yet as I'm about to go to college.... And I'd like to avoid any
unnecessary paperwork...  Can I not simply leave the donation with you?"

The cops looked at each other, and smiled.  "You know, sir, there is always
something to be said for avoiding unnecessary paperwork.  And there's a lot
of it surrounding judicial whippings - it could occupy us for hours with
form filling.  Perhaps it might be best to avoid it, in the interests of
efficiency, of course, if you agree to compensate the bar owner and punish
these slaves yourself...."  the older of the two replied.

So that was it, really.  I handed over the sheaf of notes I'd got from Stu,
and Reb and Karl were released into my care.  Karl went to dress, but I
stopped him.

"Have you got any slave shorts or anything lying around?", I asked the
cops. "This one is leaking cum and stuff from his ass, and I don't want his
jeans soiled..."

I could see Karl blushing furiously with embarrassment as I said this, and
worse was to come when one of the cops went out and came back with a
typical "slave shift" - you know the kind of thing - like a long, quite
loose T that comes down to about mid thigh.  "He can have this, sir." The
cop told me, and I handed it to Karl and told him to put it on.

We left the station then but once we were in the street Karl turned on me
furiously.  "Give me my fucking jeans!  I can't go through the streets like
this, hanging all loose..."

"Listen, you stupid fucker: I've just saved you from enslavement, and both
of you from a judicial whipping.  I'm not pleased with the way you led Reb
astray - he only had enough for a couple of beers, and yet it's obvious
he's had several!  Now, wise up - you're going to have to carry on working
as if you were a slave as you know there are no other jobs.  So get used to
it!  Get used to dressing like a slave. You're fucking lucky to have that
shift on at all, as although it's cold there's no prohibition on slaves
being naked in the town centre after eight.  So quit whining - or shall we
go back into the police station and I'll tell them I've changed my mind and
I want you whipped?"

Karl was defiant.  "You can't do that.  I'll tell them I'm a free man.
That all that stuff in there was a story, a charade.  Then you'd be deep in
the shit, too."

"Go on then.  Do it.  And see where it gets you."  I called his bluff,
saying it calmly and deliberately.  "Do you think they're going to believe
you?  And, anyway, we've already demonstrated that you are a slave.... So
all I have to do is ask them to gag you.  Do you think I wouldn't do that,
Karl?"

He looked to his brother, almost desperately.  "Stop them, Jake... Tell
them..."

I could see that Jake was really torn, as he struggled to make up his mind.
Finally he muttered "Listen, Karl, Steve's right.  Where the fuck do you
think you're going to get a job?  The stuff he's putting together... At
least you stay free.  Now do as he says, and we'll talk about it all
later..."

"You want me to go through the streets naked?"

"No, Karl.  Steve's given you a slave shift.  It's perfectly respectable.
And it's only a few blocks anyway, and there aren't a lot of people
around...."

I listened, glad that Jake was supporting me, but vaguely annoyed that it
wasn't totally, wholehearted support - he was 'bargaining' with Karl,
trying to be reasonable, instead of simply telling his brother to obey or
take the consequences.  Still, I was making progress, I suppose.

Back at the apartment Karl went into the shower immediately.  Reb sat there
holding his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.  And Jake
fussed around, as if he was doing anything to avoid talking about things.

"What's the matter with you?", I barked at Reb.  "Hangover setting in?  It
serves you right - I ordered you not to drink too much..."

"You made me fuck a guy!  I'm not a fag..."  he muttered.

"Shut the fuck up, Reb!  I'm tired of hearing all this 'fag' stuff, first
from Karl, and now from you.  And anyway, from where I was watching, the
word 'made' hardly seemed to apply - the moment you dropped your shorts
your dick sprang up, ready.  You didn't have to tease it, or wank it - you
were ready to fuck.  And you looked pretty experienced at fucking ass -
your dick knew where to go, what to do, didn't it?  And all that moaning
and groaning as you fucked him - that didn't sound to me like a guy who was
being 'forced' - it sounded to me like a guy who was really enjoying
himself.  And when you shot your load - I've seen guys do that before, done
it myself, that throwing your head back and making the final thrust...  So
what's the difference between being a fag, and enjoying fucking a guy as if
you were one, Reb?"

Reb just sat there, looking miserable.  I could see I'd struck home.  "So
listen, Reb", I went on.  "This is your life, as my slave.  You can do what
you like sexually unless I order you to do something differently - like
when I decide I want to use your ass again, for example.  So you can be a
fag or not, enjoy it or not, I don't care.  But you and Karl are going to
be working together, and living together, I guess, so you'd better work
something out - You seem to enjoy jerking off together, and I don't care if
that's as far as it goes, or if you have proper sex together now.... Unless
I decide I want to see a bit of an exhibition, of course."

At that moment Jake came out of the shower.  I was amused to see that as
usual he was towelling his hair dry, but now instead of striding into the
room as he always had before, totally naked, one of our towels loosely
hanging around his waist to give him some feeling of modesty.  Still, it
did somehow emphasise his flat belly, and having him sort of 'draped' like
that, rather like a Greek statue, made him look more erotic.  I wondered if
I should always have my slaves lightly dressed rather than being naked a
lot of the time - there's a lot to be said for it, after all, as you get
the added excitement of being able to command them to strip. I noted it
down as something I needed to think more about.

Karl was going to say something, so I decided to get in first.  "OK, Karl,
now listen up to the new rules.  You're going to work as if you're a slave,
work like Reb does.  And there's to be no more gambling and excessive
drinking... Not that you'll be able to afford it, anyway, for some time..."

"I'll spend my wages on what I want..."  he snapped back.

"Sure, after you've paid me back."

"Paid you back for what?"

"For the bribe I just paid to avoid you getting your back and butt shredded
with a judicial whipping!"

"I wouldn't have been at risk of that if there wasn't all that slave stuff
- they can't whip free men, as it's a 'cruel and unusual punishment' and
not allowed under the Constitution.  Everyone knows that."

"Yes, Karl.  And 'every one knows' - everyone except you, that is, that the
penalties for public disturbance and breaking up a bar is enslavement....
So wise up, you stupid fucker: I've saved you from enslavement, and then I
saved you from a whipping.  So in addition to the money, I think you owe me
anyway, owe me big time!"

"Are you going to allow this?", Karl shouted angrily at Jake.  "I'm your
brother...."

"A stupid, bone-headed brother!  Steve's right, and you know it.  So you'd
better learn to accept it.  And I know it's not very good having to work
like a slave, but how do you think it is for me?  I have to work at S & D
doing a job I don't particularly like, for not a lot of money, so my life's
not all that different.  You're going to have to learn to accept reality,
big brother, and just hope that things change and there's more work for
free men in the future, and for the time being count your blessings: you've
got somewhere to live, you've got me, Reb... And Steve... All looking out
for you.  So shut the fuck up!"

I think Karl would have gone on arguing but Reb had got up as we'd been
'debating' and now put an arm around Karl's naked shoulder.  "It's not so
bad, buddy", he told Karl. "It'll be a bit like being in a squad together.
We'll have to work really hard of course, but then thing of all the
training, and the operations, we did: that was hard work, and kind of fun.
And the food, and living together.... It's the same, isn't it?"

"What about the fucking?"  Karl demanded.

"Oh come on!  You and I both know that that wasn't very frequent!  When we
were on operations we were mostly confined to base.  And back home - well,
how many times did you actually go out on a Saturday night whoring with the
guys?  I spent most of my time jerking off, all marines do, so what's so
different?"  Reb was looking kind of conciliatory as he said this.

I pushed Jake gently towards the bedroom at that point, as I thought it
best to let the two ex-marines work things out for themselves.  Once we'd
showered and were in bed, I was nuzzling Jake and starting to jerk him off,
then, as he seemed to be quite receptive, I began to caress him and pull
him tighter towards me.  My hand strayed down his back and I was enjoying
sliding my finger up and down his ass crack, and Jake didn't seem to be
objecting, so I carried on... Scratching gently at his pucker, and then
hurriedly licking my finger before returning to push it gently into his
hole.

The more I worked away at him, the more my hopes rose - Jake normally
stopped me if I got too deeply into playing with his ass, as I've told you.
But although it took a long time and an awful lot of foreplay, I eventually
found myself poised above him looking down at him as he crossed his legs
around my waist.  I kept my eyes locked on his as I pushed my dick forward
and met that initial resistance, then as I forced forward and Jake's eyes
started to screw up with tension and pain, I forced my head down and kissed
him passionately.  And it was easy after that - it took a long time, a very
long time, actually, before I finally shot my load deep up inside him.  The
cynics amongst you will be thinking 'of course it would' as I'd fucked Karl
earlier that evening.  But you're probably older guys, past your best - you
need to remember that I was eighteen and at the height of my sexual power,
and fucking three or four times a night, let alone two, wasn't a
 problem.  No, it took a long time as we took it so slowly, with so much
variation in pace and with lots of passionate stroking and caressing and
fondling and kissing interspersed.

Afterwards, once I'd washed my dick and cleaned up Karl's ass and we were
lying there together, face to face, as lovers do, I went to kiss Jake again
but saw tears sliding down his cheeks - he wasn't sobbing or anything, just
crying totally silently.

"Hey, buddy...", I whispered.  "I know I'm good at this, but was I that
good...?"

"It's not that, Steve..."

"Are you worried that we've just fucked with Karl here, listening... You
haven't wanted to do it with him in the apartment...."

"No.  Shut up, will you, and simply listen for once."

I kissed him lightly, as if to give him permission to continue.

"You know Karl's five years older than me, right?  We had to share a
bedroom of course as mom and dad weren't well off.  And I used to hear him
jerking off, and learned what it was all about from the 'net, and as I got
a bit older I started doing it too of course, as all guys do - well, not
until after I'd had an amazing 'wet dream' and Karl saw the sheets and
laughed and laughed and said mom would know what I was doing... He made me
feel so embarrassed, and somehow... Dirty."

I sensed I wasn't supposed to say anything, and Jake gave a deep sigh and
went on "Then of course he started going out with his buddies and when he
was sixteen he was always bragging about how he'd 'scored' - I reckon most
of it was bragging, as almost all girls want to remain virgins, don't they,
these days?  But one night he came back drunk - well, high, anyway - and he
got into bed with me... And...."

Jake stopped, and I could feel his body heaving with emotion as he pressed
against me.  "...he made me suck his dick, Steve.  And as you know, that's
OK - there's nothing wrong with two guys sucking each other.  But for a
young guy, in the middle of the night, having his bigger, older brother
forcing his dick down his throat... It was pretty scary.  And of course he
didn't stop there - as I was struggling and sort of crying out every time
he took his dick out of my throat, he rolled me over, pushed my face down
into the pillow to stop the noise - I felt I was suffocating - and then he
raped me."

Jake's breathing was coming in big gasps now, and I kissed him and stroked
his back to calm him.  Finally he continued "It's no as if he knew what he
was doing, either: he didn't even attempt to stretch me or really lube my
hole - it was totally agonising.  I couldn't tell mom and dad, of course.
So it became sort of regular - Karl out with his buddies on a Saturday
night, comes home with a few beers inside him, and fucks me.  I suppose I
was lucky - it was only once a week, as on school nights he just lay there
and jerked off, unless he decided he was bored and it would be fun to have
me suck his dick..."

Jake had stopped now.  And I said quietly "The bastard.  And him calling us
'fags' - it sounds as if he..."

"Don't blame him too much Steve!  It's hard growing up poor, with not a lot
of things to do in the evening...  And when he went off to join the marines
there was never any problem when he came home on leave - all he could do
was brag to dad and me about how many bitches he and his buddies had
fucked.  So it was only for a couple of years, really..."

I lay there absolutely astonished.  Fucking Karl, always sounding so
self-righteous and sneering at me and Jake for being fags - and he was a
rapist!  "He needs to be punished....", I started.

"No, Steve.  The past is the past.  I've never been able to forget it, of
course, but I can forgive - you know what it's like to be a horny young
guy, and you at least are only fucking slaves, or me, and I like it!  And I
reckon there are a lot of guys like Karl who secretly want sex with other
guys but are somehow ashamed because they worry about what other guys will
think, so they have to do it in secret and can't properly negotiate to get
it. So I can forgive him, I suppose. But when Karl's around I sometimes
feel like a kid again and that's why I can't have proper sex.  But seeing
him tonight, with you, then Reb..."

"So you reckon he got what he deserves, eh?"

"No, Steve.  He got what he needs, I think."

We only kissed a bit more then before sleeping in each other's arms, locked
together, and in the morning although we were both rock hard, Jake pushed
me away.

"I thought you were over the 'not in front of my brother' thing...", I
whispered.

"Listen, stud, I am.  But I we had great sex last night, and I want to save
myself up for really epic sex tonight.  And I want you in peak condition,
too - and none of this 'I'm eighteen and I can do it four times a night' -
you are going to have to do it four times, at least, but all in one
session, right here...."

He leapt out of bed then before I could try to persuade him otherwise, then
pulled the covers off me so I was lying there naked with my dick waggling
at the sky so I had to get up.

I know I'd told the cops I'd make Reb and Karl eat slave chow and drink
only water for a couple of weeks, but I was in such a fantastic mood -
especially as I could see a way forward - that I made sure Jake had a few
spare bucks then told him he was going to buy us all breakfast at McD's as
I thought it would be good for team building.  Reb and Karl were both
surprisingly silent during the meal, and it seemed to be turning into more
of a burden than the treat I had intended.  "So what's up with you two?", I
demanded.  "This was meant to be a treat.  By rights you should be munching
an a bar of chow..."

The two of them still sat there silently.  I glared at Reb, and finally he
muttered "It's OK."

"No it isn't!  What the fuck's the matter with you two?  I suppose Karl's
mad at you for fucking him, but I ordered you to..."

Reb looked even more uncomfortable.  Then Karl said "No, it's not that.
Reb doesn't want to admit he enjoyed it!  He's angry not because I am
pissed off at him for raping me, but because he enjoyed it, and because he
sees how he wasted al his time in the corps, never joining in with his
buddies..."

"And what about you, Karl?  Did you enjoy it too?  Jake told me about what
you and he used to do..."

Karl flashed an angry glance at Jake.  Who looked somehow ashamed, although
why, I can't imagine.  This whole conversation was going nowhere I thought,
so I gave up on it and let them sit there silently. I borrowed Jake's
communicator and called Stu to see if he was free that morning.

"Ray and I were going shopping downtown", he told me.  "I've told Greg to
be ready to pull us.  He's got a new pair of tiny pony shorts in sky blue,
to match his eyes, and a collar of fresh cornflowers and daisies has just
arrived from the florist - we'll make a splendid sight... A real
'fancy'. We want to show him off."

"Can I have fifteen minutes first, please?"

"Sure - you can see how well Greg looks at the same time.  But soon...."

So we left the restaurant, and walked briskly to 'The Towers'.  On the way
I let Reb and Jake go ahead so I could have a few quiet words with Karl.
"Now, listen - I want complete obedience from you this morning... You do
exactly as I command at the meeting we're going to."

"I might".  He sounded kind of grudging.  "It depends.  After all, there
are no cops around today to threaten me with...."

"It's up to you, Karl.  You are a free man.  You've got free will.  I can't
send you for a whipping if you disobey.  But you need to remember that I'm
a free man, too.  I'm free to tell Reb how you were a child molester.  Not
a lot of guys like that, you know - being around a guy who's in to fucking
kids.. And a big, strong, ex-marine like Reb, I bet he hates the idea of
men fucking kids...."

"I don't..."

"Shut the fuck up!  Jake's told me. And don't ever lie to me again, I don't
like it."

Karl shut up then, and we walked on.  I saw Karl looking amazed at the
unusual lift boy as we took the elevator to the penthouse, and soon I was
sitting across from Ray and Stu, with the others kind of hovering in the
background.

"When we last talked about my business plan you thought it was OK - but
basically low profit, except for 'slaves' who were essentially free men, to
avoid taking the capital cost of slaves into account."

Stu nodded, and, encourage, I went on "You also said you'd like to see
proof that any free man would accept the arrangement.  Well, here it
is...."  I pointed to Karl as I said this, who was standing there in the
same 'uniform' that Reb was wearing as it had been our intention that they
should go off to work after breakfast.  "As you can see, Karl here's in
uniform, with a collar. He's an ex-marine, a pretty virile kind of guy..."

"Yes, yes!", Stu cut in.  "But we said the ultimate test was if they were
so into slavehood that they'd go as far as having their 'owner' exert the
same rights over them as the owner would over a 'true' slave..."

"I'm glad you remembered that, Stu.  And I think you committed to invest in
my scheme if we brought you proof?  Well, that's exactly what happened,
last night, and here's the proof." I gestured at Karl again as I said this.

"You took that guy's cherry?".  It was Ray who now sounded surprised.  I
nodded.  "But I'm a lawyer, Steve, so you'll know I'd like to see proof."

"Get over here", I told Karl.  And then "Take off those shorts, and bend
over and let's see your ass properly...."

"No way..." he began.

"Stop behaving like a CHILD!", I snapped, emphasising the last word to
Karl.  "We're all guys here - there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Very reluctantly, watched by all of us, Karl did it.  "Reach back and
spread your butt", I told him then.  Ray and Stu peered into the deep crack
between Karl's muscular cheeks.  "See - all puffy and pink - he had a good
pounding for the first time last night from me.  Then from Reb.  Do you
want to see Reb's dick, so you can gauge for yourself how it might have
caused some of that...?"

Stu laughed.  "No, Steve.  We're getting late for the stores - I have an
appointment at my tailor for a custom fitting.  You couldn't make up a lie
like that!  And, in any case, whilst I'm sure Reb's dick is interesting,
he's a little too old for our tastes."

"So we have a deal, then?  You'll invest?"

Stu nodded.  "You'd better think about a contract...."

"Sure.  But there's no time now, as you said.  And I need a cash injection
now, right now - there are the first four potential new slaves down at the
police station, and I think that with some persuasion, we could be on our
way to a great deal..."

Stu looked at Ray and laughed.  "Oh, the enthusiasm of youth!  Come on, my
legal advisor - what do you think?"

"You may as well.  We've got a few thousand in the safe, haven't we?  And I
expect Steve wants cash..."

"Yes, I do... I need to...."

"Stop right there", Ray said. Then he looked at Stu.  "You don't need to
know what Steve's going to do.  And, what's more important, you don't want
to know!  You need to be able to stand up in court should it ever come to
that and say you were making a financial investment, something you do all
the time, after all, and that you had no idea what detailed purpose the
cash was for.  You know in general of course that it's an investment in a
new slave management business, but exactly what acts were required to
establish it, you do not want to know, as I suspect some of them will
border on the illegal."

There was some fiddling around as a picture was moved and a safe opened,
and Stu handed me two thousand in cash.

"You do need a formal agreement, Stu." Ray added. Then looking at me said
"Be sure to bring it around Monday night.  And update us on progress.  And
I think we might have a little celebration - you and Jake can come for a
couple of drinks."  He paused and added, with a twinkle in his
eye. "Nothing formal, of course.  One might almost say 'clothing
optional'."

They were right about one thing as we discovered when we went out into the
street - Greg did look stunning.  The blue of his shorts and the fresh
flowers around his neck did make for a stunning sight - especially as Ray
and Stu had continued to allow the shock of his dark blond hair to grow and
had not required it to be cropped, as so many pony owners do.

End Of Part Twenty Nine