Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2005 03:28:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steve Grows Up, Part Three

Steve Grows Up

By Pete Brown        petebrownuk @ yahoo.com


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Part 3

The leather felt cold and clammy against my chest and
belly, or perhaps it was just that I was shivering a
little with fright and anticipation.   "You can
prepare him, blacksmith, as it will amuse me to see
someone else doing it for a change", I hard the
Colonel say.  "I think it's probably best if we have
him restrained, as it's his first time - we don't want
him doing anything foolish, do we?  I'd hate to have
to order a severe punishment for him, and I doubt that
he's really prepared for what's going to happen."

"Sir, please, sir, couldn't you spare Steve?", I heard
dad ask almost plaintively.... "I'm here too, sir...
And you could..."

"No, blacksmith!  I could fuck you of course,  But why
is it that I seem to be surrounded by slaves who want
to make decisions and suggest alternatives?  Just obey
me, will you?  Now, restrain the boy  - the restraints
are in the drawer underneath, as usual.  I think it's
only necessary to do the wrists, as it will be good to
allow him to move his legs a bit - it all adds to the
excitement, don't you think?"

It all seemed at once so normal, as if this was a
regular occurrence, and yet so bizarre.

Dad was silent, and the Colonel snapped "I asked you a
question, slave!  Don't you prefer to have a little
movement in the legs?"

"Yes, sir", dad replied, very quietly, sounding
somehow very sad.

Dad came over and opened the drawer that was under the
body of the 'horse' and took some things out.  He
knelt down by me, and almost whispered "Don't worry,
Steve, there's nothing to be afraid of really... I'm
here, son, and there's no harm going to come to you.
Now...."

I guess I was comforted by dad's words as I didn't
struggle or anything as he used broad pieces of Velcro
to fasten my wrists to the front legs of the 'horse'
as I lay there.  Then gently, very gently, he turned
my head to one side so it was lying flat on the
leather, and asked "OK, son?  Comfortable?"

"Yes, dad", I whispered back, as somehow his quiet
voice seemed to encourage this intimacy.  Of course I
meant "as comfortable as I can be, stretched out like
this, shit scared about what was going to happen!"

The Colonel got up off the chesterfield and was
standing behind me now, and I heard him say to dad
"Open him up, blacksmith, so I can see him properly."

Dad's big, hard hands rested on my butt - causing me
to flinch as it was still hurting from the spanking -
and I felt his thumbs burrow down between my butt
cheeks.  I felt myself blushing hot with shame at the
thought of my dad doing this to me. Then he pulled my
butt apart, and I squirmed with embarrassment as I
knew that he and the Colonel were looking at my ass
hole!

"Excellent!", the Colonel said to dad "I think he
really is a virgin!  Evidently you haven't been there
- I assume those younger brothers of his haven't
either?"

"Sir, I don't fuck men, sir, as you know.  And I bring
up my kids right, sir.  No fucking until they're men.
I'm going to beat Steve tomorrow, sir, now I know he's
been having underage sex with girls - that's what got
me into trouble, sir."

"And what about his friends, the kids at school? "
The Colonel addressed me then.  "Have you been fucking
with the guys on your team, Steve?"

I felt embarrassed, as dad was so cross now that he'd
heard that 'd been with some of the girls in my class.
 What would he think if he knew I'd been jerking off
with Rob?  But he had asked if I'd been fucking.... So
I didn't need to lie.   "No, sir", I mumbled, still
very embarrassed by the whole thing.

"So, a real virgin", the Colonel went on.  "So this is
a very special night for you, Steve!  You became a man
today, and now you're going to find out what it's
really like to be a man!"  His tone changed again, as
he was evidently addressing dad.  "Keep those cheeks
apart for me whilst I try him out...."

I actually moaned - something so very different than
anything I'd ever felt before went through me, as I
guessed it was a finger of the Colonel running down
that sensitive part between my balls and my asshole,
and then stopping, and gently teasing the delicate
skin of my sphincter.  Then there was a gentle,
incessant pressure.... And I moaned again, as his
finger pushed and forced itself slightly in.

"Excellent!", the Colonel said again.  "I've never
experienced anything like this... That beautifully
hard butt of his, but the skin so silky soft... And
down here, this virgin pucker, just waiting for me....
 You've done well, blacksmith - you've really bred
something exceptional here."

I heard that kind of metallic chink as a belt buckle
hits the floor, and the Colonel continued "I think
young Steve here deserves an experience to remember on
his first time, blacksmith.  So we'll not stretch him
as I want to really experience his muscles fighting
back.  But please fetch me the boy's cum from the
ashtray, as I will at least lubricate myself a little
as I don't want to rip him."

There was nothing I could do, and I just lay there.
Then I felt warmth on my thighs and butt, as the
Colonel stood behind me and moved his body right up
against mine.   His hands ran up and down my back, as
he sighed gently to himself, and I could hear him
saying quietly "So young, and yet so strong. Lovely
soft skin, not a trace of fat...."  Then his hands
rested on my shoulders, and he said quietly to me "Now
I'm going to enter you, Steve.  Do whatever seems
natural to you, as you've not been trained yet to
accept your master properly.  I won't punish you,
whatever you do... Just behave naturally...."

With that I felt something pushing at my asshole, and
it wasn't a finger this time.  It pushed and pushed,
and obviously I resisted, trying to clamp my sphincter
shut and squeeze my butt together.  The insistent
pressure went on and on, then I heard the Colonel
grunt "Strong little beggar, aren't you, Steve.... Try
this...."

The pressure on me eased for a moment, and then I
screamed!  The Colonel had pulled back and then thrust
himself viciously forward, forcing his dick head into
me.  I was dimly aware of dad starting to move towards
us, but the Colonel shouted "Stay back, blacksmith!",
and then, in a different tone, "There!  I'm in.  Now,
Steve..."

It was indescribable.  I could feel this thing being
pushed up into me, and it hurt, hurt more than
anything that had ever happened to me before - no, not
that exactly - hurt differently.  Or was it really
hurting, or was it my body reacting to being totally
violated?  I could hear myself shouting out in pain
and terror, and my wrists were almost wrenched off as
I tried to pull myself free from the restraints so I
could claw at the Colonel and make this stop.  I was
trying to buck my body up and down, too, to throw him
off me, but his weight as he leaned forward held me
down, and I could feel his legs forcing mine apart as
if they were insignificant.  And then it all stopped.
The Colonel was almost lying along my back, and his
body was hot against my butt and thighs.  Something
was scratching at my very sensitive tender inner thigh
- the Colonel's wiry pubes?  I don't know.  I was so
confused, so scared, and yet, at the same time, there
was something special about it - no man had ever been
this close, this intimate with me before.

The Colonel's breathing sounded ragged as he whispered
to me "Right, Steve, your owner's dick is right in you
now, boy.  How does it feel to be totally possessed,
totally controlled, boy?"

"It fucking hurts!", I managed to get out.
"Please...."

I moaned and cried again as the Colonel moved back so
his dick slowly slid out of me - not so much in pain
this time, as there was some exquisite sensation
flowing through me.  But the next instant I cried out
again in anguish as he again slammed back into me.
"Oh, Steve, that's so good....", I heard him saying.
"Your tight ass is giving me such fun.  Now, hang in
there boy, as I give you a real, hard fucking...."

I don't know how long he took,  I remember crying,
sobbing, laughing sometimes, as he thrust himself in
and out of me.  He didn't care about me, he didn't
care if he was hurting me, or if I was enjoying it -
no, this was a man, a big dominant man, taking his
pleasure from me, just using me to satisfy his lust
and passion.  I could hear slapping as his body
crashed in to mine;  my shoulders began to ache as his
fingers dug into them as he'd leaned forwards to grab
me to stop my body sliding along the "horse' as his
incessant pounding tried to move away from him; my ass
was sending me totally contradictory sensations -
extreme pain one moment, and the most extraordinary
pleasure the next.

And then it was over.  The Colonel gave a great cry,
and thrust himself once more really hard into me, and
then just stopped.  He fell forward onto me, and I
could feel his hart racing and his body heaving as he
dragged in great quantities of air.  His hands ran
along my ribs, as if he was savouring the way that I
too was sweating, and he was almost laughing as he
said "Wow, Steve - that was one great fuck, boy!
You've got a really nice tight ass."

I just lay there, not knowing what to say.  I didn't
know how I felt really, either.  The pain had stopped,
but so had the pleasure.  But at the same time I was
enjoying this intimate closeness of another man to me
as he lay there.  I knew I'd been violated, used in
the worse way that one man can take another, but it
didn't seem to matter all that much.  I'd never
experienced anything like this before and it was as if
I needed to record it, to stamp it in my memory so I
could play it again later.    And then the Colonel
stood up, relieving my body of his weight, and pulled
back so that his dick slid out of me, and once again
those fantastic sexy feelings went through me, and I
gasped with excitement.

The Colonel went and sat on the Chesterfield, and sat
there looking at me.  Then he said quietly
"Blacksmith, come over here and clean me up!".

Dad almost stumbled across the room.  It was obvious
that he didn't want to do what he'd been commanded to.
 He was almost shaking his head, and his body was kind
of slumped, in an attitude of utter dejection.  The
Colonel just sat there, impassive, and then spread his
legs wide apart and just gestured, and dad knelt
between his open knees.  "Come on, blacksmith, it's
only cum, and a bit of sweat - the boy was cleaned out
thoroughly, wasn't he?"

Dad bent forward, and as I lay there, I watched my
dad, the guy who I'd always looked up to, big, strong,
proud, dad, bending over the Colonel's dick and
licking at it with his tongue, at first gingerly, and
then, as if he knew he had to complete the task so
there was no point in delaying, be began to do it with
more vigour, his big hands gripping the Colonel's
knees to give him more support as he worked away.
Some how it was exciting to see dad having to lick at
the colonel's cum in this way, one big strong man
totally subservient to another's will.

Finally, dad stopped, but continued to kneel there in
front of the Colonel, his head bowed.  "Excellent,
blacksmith", the Colonel told him.   "But I think you
need to be reminded of who is in charge here - you
hesitated a moment ago before obeying me and cleaning
me.  And when I first entered your son, you would have
come and stopped me, had I not ordered you to desist!
I will not have this kind of hesitant and disobedient
behaviour from a slave, do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir", dad replied, his words very low pitched
and the sounds almost catching in his throat.

"I think you believe that just because you sired the
boy here there's something special about the way that
I will treat him, and you.  Well there is not - you
are both slaves, just slaves that I own, and the fact
that your seed begat this boy sixteen years ago is
irrelevant as far as I am concerned.  And that's the
way it should e for you, too.  You will treat this
slave just like any other - the bond between father
and son is something that only men can have, and
although I have been content to let you play at being
a father until now, the time has come for it to stop.
Steve is a slave, just like you.  Do you understand?"

"Sir, yes, sir", dad said quietly again, almost
mumbling.

"Good, blacksmith.  I'm glad you do understand that,
as I need further entertainment this evening.   And it
would not be good to let Steve lie there like that:
there's a tradition from the old days of slavery that
a master who had fucked a slave would not allow the
slave to leave with his cum inside him in case the
slave should then use it to impregnate a female and
thus breed an unwanted son for the master.  So in
those olden times the master would always then command
the slave to be fucked again, so that the semen was
mixed...."

He paused as if for dramatic effect, and continued
"So, blacksmith, now go and give young Steve his
second fucking of the evening, as we pay homage to the
old traditions...."

"NO!  Please, sir, don't make me do that!  Steve's my
son, sir...."

"Blacksmith, you've just heard me say that I disregard
things like that as you are both just slaves as far as
I am concerned.  Now, go and fuck the boy, whilst I
watch."

Dad slowly, ever so slowly, got to his feet, and cane
across towards me as I still lay there.  He stood at
my ass, and I once again felt his big, calloused hands
resting on my butt.  His thumbs pushed down between my
cheeks again and he prised them apart, and I felt the
cool air on my asshole.  I felt so ashamed, knowing
that dad would see the Colonel's cum trickling out of
me - I could feel it sliding down my thighs, and so I
knew it must be leaking from me.  And then dad said
"No, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I can't do it."

"Can't, or won't, blacksmith?"  The colonel got to his
feet as he said this, and dad let go of my butt, and
took a couple of paces back.

"Please, sir, don't make me....", dad began again.  "I
can't, sir.  Can't and won't.... Steve's my son,
sir..."

"...and you are both slaves, blacksmith.  And when
slaves disobey, there is punishment."  As he said this
the Colonel got  to his feet and strode over towards
the fireplace, where he drew something from a brass
ornamental cylinder standing by the side of it.  He
came back towards dad and me, and I saw that it was a
standard slave cane that he was holding in his hand -
the sort I'd seen the overseers and Mr. Stryker use
occasionally around on the plantation, to discipline
the niggas.

"Now, blacksmith, do as you're told..."

"Sir, no, sir.  You can beat me as much as you
like..."

I heard the swish of the cane as it flew through the
air and then it was if the world exploded!  I'd never
hurt so much before.  It was sharp, fiery,
stinging.... I let out a huge scream as the cane
smashed into my bare butt as I lay there, a scream so
loud and strong and ragged that my throat hurt
afterwards.  It was as if all the wind was knocked out
of me, and I lay there on the "horse", gasping for
breath, and at  the same time sobbing.

"No, blacksmith", I heard the Colonel say, "There
would be no point in my beating you.  You've got a
tough hide, and a very stubborn streak.  But if you
refuse to treat a slave just as if he is no more than
that, as I have told you, then I may as well punish
that slave for having gained your affections.  Now,
blacksmith, look at that lovely red line all across
the smooth white skin of young Steve's butt... Shall I
add to it, and make a pattern of lines, a lovely,
dense thicket of them that sear into his tender young
flesh?"

"Please, sir, don't.... Don't hurt Steve, sir...."

"You can stop it, blacksmith.   Just obey.  I want to
see Steve fucked again, and I have told you to do it.
Now, obey!"

To my amazement I felt the warmth of dad's body
against me as he moved back into contact.  He leaned
forward and said quietly "Hang in there, Steve.  It
will be OK.  It doesn't hurt as much the second time,
and I'll be gentle..."

"No, dad... Don't.  I can take the cane..."

"No, son.  I can't see you hurt like that.  Now, be
brave...."

I felt dad's big hands on my butt again, and this time
I winced and cried out softly and tried to move, as
when he touched the place where the cane had struck,
new shafts of hurt went through me.  His thumbs were
prising me apart, and then I felt the warmth of his
dick head pressing into my pucker.  "No....", I moaned
quietly, but I wasn't absolutely certain that I did
want dad to stop.

"Easy, Steve, just relax...", dad whispered, and he
pushed forward, and whether it was because I was
already slicked up with the Colonel's cum, or because
I'd been stretched by his dick, or because I secretly
wanted to feel dad inside me, he slipped in.

I moaned again, but this time it was pure, exquisite
pleasure as dad gently and slowly, oh so slowly,
carried on pressing at me.  It was as if I could feel
his lovely dick sliding its way up me, millimetre by
millimetre.  There was a warm glow spreading through
me, and waves of sensation that were utterly unlike
anything I'd experienced before.  And once dad was
evidently buried right into me as far as he could go,
he leaned forward on to me, taking most of his weight
on his outstretched arms, and began to rock in and
out, very slowly, very cautiously, as if he knew that
anything sudden, or hard, would hurt me.  Instead, I
was suffused with pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I
began to moan and gasp and cry with sheer passion and
enjoyment as dad fucked me in and out.

As my delight increased, I think dad could tell that I
was gaining confidence as he began to take slightly
longer strokes, and push his way back into me slightly
more forcibly, and all the time I was crying and
gasping with the utter enjoyment that this huge strong
man who was fucking me was bringing.  Dad got harder
and harder, and hearing the slap, slap, slap of his
skin against mine now added to the total erotic
excitement  I was feeling.  I wanted it to go on for
ever and ever, but then dad stopped, giving a little
cry himself.

The Colonel went an sat on the chesterfield, then said
"Impressive, blacksmith!  I've never seen you perform
like that before - you're always a little more...
more.... forceful and impatient, shall we say!  Still,
untie Steve."

Dad came and knelt by my head to undo the Velcro
bindings, and I could see his detumescing dick shining
in the light from its coating of cum and sweat.  That
powerful smell that says "sex" floated up to my nose,
overlaid on dad's comforting, male scent of sweat, and
as I lay there to my amazement I found myself going
erect!

The Colonel called for me to go and sit by him, and I
returned to the chesterfield and eased myself down
into the leather, wincing as my striped ass touched
the leather.  The Colonel put his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me towards him, so we were
sitting pressed together, and once more his other hand
reached down and started to stroke my erect dick.  He
seemed to take a pleasure in sliding my 'skin on and
off my head, and he was almost smiling as he said "Ah,
Steve, you don't know how lucky you are to be sixteen,
a man for the first time.  When you're as old as I am
you'll really envy guys like you who can spring a
boner like that at the slightest provocation...  So
now you've been 'broken in', I think there's only one
thing left to do...".  His tone changed as he snapped
"Blacksmith - on the 'horse'."

I saw dad look really startled, and then, with that
sort of resigned air that said that he knew he had no
choice, he went and lay as I had been just a few
minutes before, reaching his arms down along the front
legs and spreading his feet on the floor in an effort
to get as comfortable as possible.

"We don't need to strap your wrists, do we,
blacksmith?"  The Colonel's tone was almost mocking.
"You've been there often enough before, and I think
you're man enough to be able to take dick as usual
without restraint."  He tuned to look at me and took
his hand off my dick.  "Right, Steve.  I want to see
you fuck now - even if you don't know exactly what to
do, I'm sure you have at least a glimmering of the
idea by now.  So do your best. Come on....."

He got up off the chesterfield and pulled me after
him, and we both stood at dad's ass, looking down at
his big body as it lay there, the top all bronzed form
the sun, and his butt and thighs white making a stark
contract.  "Right, Steve, get stuck in...", I was
told.

"No, sir, please,  no!  It's my dad...."

The Colonel didn't say a word, but just stood there
and grabbed his cane, and brought it down four times
across dad's hard butt as it lay there in front of us.
 I saw each stroke leave a fiery red trace on dad's
skin.  The first time dad just grunted as if he was
deliberately trying not to make me worried, but as the
next strokes came down he just couldn't help crying
out.  I remembered the pain I felt from just one
stroke, and knew that he must be really hurt. "Sir,
please stop, sir....", I shouted, and almost grabbed
the Colonel's arm in an attempt to stop him.

The Colonel stood there, breathing heavily as he'd
evidently used a lot of effort in bringing the cane
down onto dad.  "You can stop it, Steve.  It's under
your control.  'I'll punish your father until you obey
me."

Well, what could I do?  I couldn't allow dad to be
hurt like that, could I?  I went and stood between his
legs, and rested my hands on his butt - dad wriggled,
and I remembered how it had hurt when my stroke mark
had been touched.  I'd never felt another guy's butt
before, and somehow it was intensely exciting - the
shape of the muscle under my palm seemed somehow
"right", and dad was hot, and sweaty.  I probed down
in his ass crack with my thumbs, feeling them slide in
as dad seemed to be soaked in sweat down there, and
then pried them apart.

I'd really not seen a pucker before - I mean, it's not
the sort of thing you see, is it?  At school even if
we'd been horsing around a bit in the showers we were
always very careful to turn away from other guys
before we bent down to pick up the soap, even!  And
unlike a lot of guys, I'd never even squatted down
over a mirror in the bathroom to see what my own
looked like.  So it was exciting, somehow, as  I
looked at that crinkled area of dark skin against the
pale whiteness of dad's crack.  As I watched,  I could
see it flexing slightly, but I couldn't help wondering
how my dick was going to get in through that very tiny
opening there seemed to be  in the middle.

I think the Colonel must have seen my concern as he
said quietly "lube your finger with some of the cum
that's leaking out of you, Steve, and use it to ease
your dad a bit."

Cautiously, I felt down underneath myself and slimed
my finger a bit from the liquid slicking the inside of
my thighs, then stood there, and as the Colonel held
dad's crack open, I gently pressed my forefinger to
his pucker and teased and pushed.  Dad was moaning,
and I felt something give, and my finger slid in.  It
was just incredible - the warm wetness of it all, and
the way that dad's muscles gripped my finger as I
experimentally moved it in and out.  I could hear dad
moaning and sighing, and it encouraged me to be
bolder, and I moved my finger around in a big circle
as if I knew instinctively what needed to be done to
open him up.  The Colonel advised me to move on to two
fingers, and it just seemed right somehow, and as I
looked I saw how that dark, crinkled area expanded and
opened and made itself inviting for me.

The Colonel didn't need to say anything else.  I knew
what I needed to do.  No, I knew what I wanted to do.
I moved forward and positioned my dick head at dad's
pucker, and pushed!

I don't think any of us will ever forget the first
time we slide our dick into an ass, will we?  However
many times you do it the first time is somehow
special.  I could hardly believe that I was doing this
- taking dad, pushing my dick deep inside him, using
him for my enjoyment.  For that's what it was - I was
in some sort of altered state as those indescribable
feelings as your dick is gripped by a hot, moist ass
went through me for the first time.  I could feel
dad's body moving under mine and the scent of him was
almost intoxicating, and I slid right in, hearing him
gasping and moaning as I did so.  I rested, the heat
of dad's thighs and butt pressing against my things
and belly, and then it was as if  I was on autopilot:
I pulled back, and went in again.  And again, and
again. As my excitement mounted I went harder, and
faster, and harder and faster, until I was afraid that
my dick would pull right out of dad on every stroke.
I wanted it to go on for ever.  But of course my
body's other instinctive thing took over, and I felt
my balls beginning to contract, and then that
fantastic sensation as the cum shot through me.  For
the first time I did that thing that man has been
doing ever since he first came down out of the trees,
and by back arched, my dick slammed forward one last
time, I threw my head back and roared "Yes.....!" -
that primeval roar of complete delight, not only from
the thrill of the sex itself, but of having another
man totally in my power.

I just stood there, feeling the cum pump through me,
and it seemed to go on and on.  I've usually got a
sensitive dick when I've shot, but now I thrust once,
twice more, my back still arched, as if I wanted to
get the last drop of cum out of my dick and into this
man underneath me.  And then I fell forward, panting
for air, but revelling in the feeling of a big,
sweating male body under mine, a body still skewered
on my dick as it remained plunged in its ass.

And then I realised what I'd done.  I said quietly, as
if I didn't want the Colonel to hear, "Dad.... I'm
sorry....", and I gently stood up, and pulled out of
him.

The Colonel was looking almost shocked.  He put his
hand on my shoulder and stood there, looking at me.
"Have you done this before, Steve?"

"Yes, sir, I fucked several girls in my class..."

"No, with a man."

"No, sir."

"Steve, I think you're a very lucky man!  I think
you're a natural -  a natural top.  A lot of men like
sex with other men, but most of them like being
fucked.  There are far, far fewer men who like to use
their dicks to fuck other men than there are men
desperate to lie there and feel another man's dick
inside them.  I think you're a natural, boy - seeing
you started so timidly, but then you were taken over
by it!  How was it?"

"Sir, I don't know... I can't describe it.... It was
like nothing else I've eve done before...."

"I think it's another part of your breeding, Steve.
Your dad likes to fuck, too - and it seems to have
been passed on."  He changed his tone, and said
"Blacksmith, you can get up now...."

I stood there, looking at dad, and he looked at me.
Then quite spontaneously we each fell into the others
arms, and hugged each other - and this was good, too,
as I not only had dad's body pressed close to mine,
but our dicks rubbed against each other for the first
time.  "Dad....", was all I could say, and all he
could reply was "Steve....".

The colonel left us like that for a few moments, and
then said quite brusquely "OK, blacksmith, Steve...
That's enough of family bonding for the time being.
Get dressed, both of you, and go off back home.  Now,
blacksmith, I've decided that Steve will work
alongside you for the time being:  treat him as your
apprentice, just as you learned your trade at one
time.  He can continue to live at home, and I won't
insist he goes to the slave quarters every evening.
No more school, of course - he's educated enough, and
it's never going to be necessary for him to graduate.
But make sure he works, and works hard, at smithing -
or else I'll just sell him.  Is that understood?"

Both dad and me said "Yes, sir", almost
simultaneously.  I didn't like the idea of having to
leave school, but it would be good to work with dad
full time - when I'd been helping in the evenings and
such I'd seen how tired he was getting, as there was
always so much work to do.

We hopped around pulling on our boxer shorts and jeans
and Ts, and then our socks and sneakers, and then just
stood there.  The Colonel was still naked, and he
smiled at us.  "I really have got some exciting times
to look forward to, haven't I?", he mused. And then
went on "Right, you two, off you go - back home."

As we walked back towards the forge dad put his arm
around me, and said "Sorry, son."

"You could have told me, dad."

"I know, son.  But your mom and I thought it best to
let you have as normal a childhood as possible.  It's
not much fun being a slave, even if you've got a good
master, like the Colonel, and who knows what the rest
of your life is going to bring.  Your mother and I
thought you ought to enjoy as much as possible when
you were still a kid.... And now, well, I guess you're
not a kid any more!"

"No, dad... And look, you know I had to fuck you, dad,
I didn't want him to hurt you any more...."

"That's OK, Steve, I'm used to it...."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, every now and then, the old Colonel, and then
the Colonel.... Well, they fuck me.  And sometimes,
when he's got a dinner party, I'm the 'after dinner
entertainment' for the gentlemen, after the ladies had
retired."

"What do you mean, dad?"

"Oh, you know how men like to watch sex - well,
instead of just showing a DVD, I have to perform on
the dinner table:  fuck one of the other slaves, like
that young nigga who opened the doors, or one of the
big niggas we met in the showers...."

"Is that how they know you, dad?  I wondered how you
seemed to know them..."

"Yes, Steve.  You'll learn that every slave in the
house is always cleaned out properly like that as the
Colonel doesn't like the smell of shit when you pull
out.... But they're nice guys, and they do a good
job...."

"Dad, so you've been used like this, all this time..."

"Yes, Steve.  But it's not all bad - I've had some
good times, to... Met some nice guys....  And I like
to use my dick, you know...  I may not have had much
choice as a slave, but some men would think I'm pretty
lucky to have had all this sex with pretty buff
guys...."

"But dad - all this other stuff - you and mom,
breeding...."

"I told you, Steve.  I love your mother, and that's
all that matters.  It's not unusual for a man and
woman to love each other, but for the man to want to
enjoy other men too, you know."

"Oh....", he went on, giving me a squeeze to show we
were both guys together.  "...you don't have to worry
about me beating you tomorrow!  I reckon you've had
enough this week.  And it was only natural for a stud
like you to fuck the girls at school.  But don't tell
mom, OK?"


The lights were still on as we reached the door of the
tiny house where we all lived, and as we went in, Mom
got to her feet and flung her arms around dad.  He
hugged her and kissed her, and she ran her hands
across dad's cropped hair as I'd seen her do so many
times before.  "Was it all OK....?", she asked
anxiously..... "Did the Colonel.....?"  Her words hung
in the air, and dad just stood there, looking a bit
sheepish.

"Mom, it was OK", I cut in.  "Yes, he did, mom.  He
said it's what happened to all slaves once they became
a man.  But it was OK, mom...."

She came across and hugged me now, and I could see she
was crying.  "Oh, Steve, I didn't want this to happen
to you...   Are you sore?"

"No, mom, it's OK, honest.  I'm a bit sore, but I'll
survive.  It's dad you want to worry about - the
Colonel only hit me once with the cane to make dad
fuck me, but he hit dad four times, before I gave
in...."

Mom drew back, and her knuckles went in to her mouth
with a look of horror.  She turned to dad:  "You
fucked Steve?"

"Yes.  And he fucked me."

"Bastard...", mom shouted, as she almost flew at dad.
"Bastard.  Fucking Steve..."

Dad just held her with his big strong hands as she
flailed away at him.  I shouted "Mom, you don't
understand.... Dad didn't want to do it.  He only did
it to stop me getting caned...  It was OK, mom...."

Mom seemed to quieten down, and she and dad just stood
there.  Then dad said quietly "We always knew
something like this might happen.  You know we've got
no real choice.  You know how much I hate those
occasional visits to the big house... I've always told
you what went on, what I had to do, what they do to
me.... Well, it's no better, but no worse, for Steve.
"

They stood looking at each other for a few more tense
moments, then mom put her arms around dad's neck, and
they kissed, deeply.  I'd always been a bit
embarrassed by these displays of affection between my
parents, and I kind of looked away.  Then dad said
"Anyway the good news is that the Colonel is not going
to sell Steve, at least for the time being, as he's
going to work full time with me in the forge.  So I
guess we'd better think about turning in, as it's an
early start, Steve... Not like when you were off to
school..."

I went to say good night, but mom said "You were both
caned.  You must be sore.  Let me put some ointment
on..."

"No...", dad said, and I chimed in "No, mom, it's
OK...."  Dad and I both knew that mom fancied herself
as a home nurse, and always wanted to put ointment and
salves on wounds and such like.

"Come on, you two!  Down with those jeans, and let me
take a look...", she said, unperturbed.

"Mom, it's OK..." from me was followed by "He'll be
OK" from dad, but mom was having none of it.

"Call yourself men?  You're men enough to get caned,
and fuck, but not men enough to bare your butts for a
bit of ointment!  Now, I don't want to hear another
word.  Both of you - strip now, before I get cross!".


It was so rare to hear mom use a swear word that both
dad and I knew mom meant business, and that there was
no point in arguing with her.  We pushed our jeans and
boxers down and she told us to bend over the table.
Somehow having to expose myself to mom like this was
worse - much worse - than stripping in front of the
Colonel!  I heard her gasp as she saw the red stripes
across our butts, and then she tried to make light of
it all.  "What a fuss!  You men are all the same."
She was slapping ointment onto dad's butt now as she
went on "Anyone would think I'd never seen this before
- and we have been together for seventeen years!  And
as you, Steve, I'm your mom, remember?  I've seen you
as as baby, and done far worse that this for you."

We got up then, and both stood there, kind of
grinning.  "Right, Steve", mom went on, "There seems
to be a really disgusting mess in those boxers of
yours.  We can't have you going to bed with Cliff like
that, or he'll suspect something.  It's just as well I
got on with the washing today.... Here...."

She tossed me a pair of fresh shorts, and I said "Mom,
I can't wear these... They're dad's...."

"Really, Steve!  You men are so ridiculous!  Goodness
knows what you and your father have done to each other
tonight, and, I dare say you will have to do again in
the future - and you're worrying about wearing a clean
pair of his shorts that I've washed?"

It was only then that it really struck home to me that
as a slave I might now have to do all that stuff again
with dad.  But even as I thought this,  mom took hold
of my arm as I pulled my shorts on and said, almost
fiercely "Now, Steve, you are not to tell Cliff or the
others about this.   Your father and I have kept the
secret all these years, and Cliff still has two more
years before he's sixteen.  He deserves to have his
childhood, too - as do your other brothers and
sisters.   It had better be like Santa Claus -
something the kids all believe in, whereas all the
adults have a conspiracy of silence, so as not to
spoil it.  OK?"

"Yes, mom."

"You'd better remember it, Steve!  You and your father
may have to do things together, and you may get caned
again, or worse!  But it will be as nothing to what
I'll do to you if you spoil it for the others!"

She gave me a broad wink as she said this so I knew
things were OK, and I went to climb the stairs to bed.
 Then I wondered when dad was going to start making
sure they produced another kid, as the Colonel had
ordered.  And the thought of dad's dick, rock solid,
pumping cum, was too much for me and I had to turn
hurriedly so that they wouldn't see the way the front
of my boxers was tenting out.

End Of Part Three