Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2005 03:17:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steve's First Job, Part Nine.

Steve's  First Job   by Pete Brown    petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part  9

Stu:  I had to stop that last note to you as I broke
out in a sweat as I thought about the shame of failing
to perform in front of those eight big tough slaves -
I'd lose all their respect, as I bet they never did
anything like that (or, if they did, it would have
been in the privacy of their own bedrooms and they'd
never tell their buddies about it).  And then as my
mind raced through what happened next, I got such a
fucking erection that I just had to jerk off - and as
you know (or perhaps you don't!) it's not a good idea
to do that at the PC as if you shoot cum all over the
keyboard it drips down inside and it's really gross!

Anyway, I had this terrible dilemma - I really wanted
to take Chad's cherry and see what sex with a guy the
same age was like.  But I hated the idea of all the
other slaves laughing at me if I failed!  I mean, it's
bad enough if you were just having sex with a guy in
private and your erection failed, but to have it
happen with an audience would be so shameful.  I'd
almost decided to give up the idea and just go and
jerk off by myself, when it occurred to me that I
could, after all, take Chad to my room in the BDQ and
fuck him privately.  But then, he'd probably struggle
as he wouldn't be there voluntarily, and I wasn't sure
I could subdue him as he'd put on a fair bit of muscle
and was almost certainly fitter and stronger than me!
And what would happen if, instead, he decided to turn
the tables and fuck me?  I wasn't going to be raped
again, as Matt had done, even though it might not be
such a problem with Chad as his dick was more like
yours, Stu, and not so very, very thick as Matt's had
been.  Still, if I subdued him in some way, that would
be the ideal solution:  I could always cuff him, I
suppose, and I really didn't want to do that as I
wanted to enjoy his body just s if he was like you and
me.  For that reason, too, I didn't really want to
bring the portable horse into my room and fuck him on
that - not even "buckaroo".   I was still thinking it
through when I got to the cage, and there they all
were:  I'd almost given up on the idea of fucking at
all  that night, but when I saw all their bodies
together again, my enthusiasm was aroused (I mean, my
dick was!).  As soon as two saw me he shouted at the
other slaves to stop what they were doing and line up
neatly at the bars - he was like that, as he always
thought that I wanted an "inspection", whereas I'd
have been happy just to stand there and watch some of
them fucking away.  It semed a shame, almost, to get
them to stand there with their dicks jutting out in
frustration, when they'd have rather carried on
fucking and I'd have rather they did, too.  But it's
one of those disadvantages of an "officer" having a
"sergeant" doing most of the control of the
"troopers", I suppose.

Even though I'd been wavering, once I saw Chad
standing there my resolution firmed (along with my
dick, again!).  I went and undid the cage and called
two out, and stood there talking to him privately so
that the other slaves should not hear.  I told him I
intended to take Chad's cherry that night, and asked
him if he remembered how I'd taken his.  When he
nodded, I went on "So you know that being strapped on
to the horse, with all the other guys watching, isn't
really very great... Will you help me avoid that, two,
by holding Chad down for me, if he needs it?".  He
shook his head, and my anger blazed for an instant.
"You're a fucking slave, two, and don't forget it!", I
snapped, "And if I tell you to do something, you do
it, or suffer the consequences.  I was telling you
nicely that I wanted you to help me to take Chad's
cherry, and you're refusing?".  He looked a bit
contrite, actually, as he mumbled "I'm sorry, sir,
but... Well... You can't ask a guy to help you rape
another one, sir....".  I was really cross now, but I
held my temper and told him that firstly, it wasn't
rape, as Chad was a slave, secondly that he, two, was
a slave, and had better do as he was ordered, and that
thirdly, if he'd thought about it at all, instead of
reacting stupidly, he'd see that he was helping Chad.
"It's inevitable that I'm going to take his cherry,
two", I finished, "So wouldn't it be better for Chad
to have it happen with you there to help him get
through it, rather than being strapped to the horse?"
I didn't really give him time to react, and changed my
tone to one of command, gave him the keys and told him
to unlock the cage and get Chad out.

I strode across the yard towards the BDQ followed by
two and Chad, and I noticed that two had his arm
draped protectively around Chad's shoulders.  Once up
in my room I ordered two to stand quietly by the door
and not do anything unless ordered, and then told Chad
to stand close to me and undress me.  He looked
startled at first - as startled as you did, Stu, on
that first time I told you to take my clothes off -
and then we were naked together.  If it wasn't for his
all-over tan, the metal cock ring glinting in his
pubes (which were re-growing), and his slave collar,
we could have been two ordinary guys  our age.  I went
to kiss him, but he pulled away, and I had to put out
my arm and almost wrap it around him to pull us close.
 My dick was excited and I could feel it stabbing at
him as he almost struggled to prevent our bodies
touching, but then I realised he was the same way -
his dick was poking at my belly, so I knew he must be
at least a little turned on.  With my other hand
around the back of his head I pulled him closer and
went to kiss him again, and he almost whispered "No,
please.... I don't kiss guys...".   "You mean you used
not to kiss guys, Chad", I whispered back, not wanting
to break the intimacy of the moment. "Now you do as
you're told.  Get your mouth open!".

He was so like you, Stu!  Once my tongue was in his
mouth, he just couldn't help responding, and I was
soon running my hand up and down his back, and
grabbing his butt, as I eagerly anticipated the
delights to come as I carried on kissing him.  Then I
pushed him away, and said "On your knees, Chad!".   He
obeyed, as he was used to kneeling to be fed and when
I ordered the slaves to jerk off, but now as I moved
my dick towards his mouth, he started to lean
backwards and whispered "No, please, no....".  I
ignored him, and pushed my dick at his mouth, and then
when he didn't respond, I swung it and hit him on both
cheeks, then trailed it around his face, holding the
head under his nose so that he could smell me.  With
one hand behind his head I stepped forward a little
and began to rub my pubes all over his face, so that
his nose was plunged between my dick and balls, and
then I relaxed a bit and again presented my dick to
his mouth.  "Open your mouth, you little fucker!", I
said rather more forcibly now, and as he did, I pushed
my dick in.  You know how it is with inexperienced
guys, Stu - or perhaps you don't, as we never got this
far and I don't suppose you've been with anyone else
since - but they don't remember to keep their teeth
out of the way and so I had to tell him about that and
how he'd be punished if they as such as scraped my
sensitive skin again!  I pushed in and out of him once
or twice, but it wasn't all that much fun - he needed
proper training, to be enthusiastic when sucking, and
to learn not to gag when more than a couple of inches
of my dick was in him.  I didn't want to waste time
with all that now, as if I decided to have sex with
him regularly I could soon teach him to be properly
responsive to me, so I told him to get up, and lie on
the bed.

I lay beside him, and began to kiss him again,
stroking his dick as I did so and hearing him moan.
He was getting a bit turned on by me as we worked
away, and he even began to respond to the kisses with
his own tongue.  His dick was so hard and throbbing in
my hand that I knew the time was coming, so I rolled
him over on to his back and began to help him jerk at
himself, holding his hand as  he worked away at it.  I
could see his eyes start to roll and his breathing to
deepen as his climax approached, and then he shot, all
over his belly.  He wanted to stop, but the pressure
of my hand kept him going and now he was thrashing his
head form side to side and arching his back slightly
as he moaned "No, no, no...." - he's one of those guys
whose dick is evidently very, very sensitive after
they've shot their first load:  but it is important
they learn to keep on milking themselves to get fully
drained, I think.    He lay there then, slightly
panting, and I pulled myself close to him.  "Right,
Chad, now we've got some lube, it's time to get you
ready...."    He was so naive that he didn't
understand, and looked puzzled.  "You've got to get
lubed up, Chad, as I'm going to fuck you.".  He
started to say "No, please...", but I had already
covered my fingers in some of the cum which had
conveniently pooled in his navel, and I was already
scratching gently at his hole,  pushing to gain entry.
 "NO, please, NO!" he almost shouted, and sat up,
pushing at my hand to stop me.

"I was going to do this as if you were a buddy, Chad",
I told him, "But as you seem determined to be
stupid....  Get over here, two!"  Two came over to the
bed, and I told him to kneel between Chad's legs and
get him stretched and lubed.  Chad tried saying "No,
no, no", again and again, but two, who had at first
looked a bit rebellious before he saw the stern look I
gave him, just went at it:  the big guy knelt there
and began to push his fingers up the young guy's ass,
using his other hand on Chad's belly, to hold him
down.  Two didn't have to force Chad to lie there or
anything - it was as if the insistent pressure of his
hand, from a guy who was normally in charge of him,
was sufficient.  Chad was moaning now as two continued
to work away, and when I saw that he'd got three
fingers in so Chad must be ready, I gestured for him
to move away and I now knelt between Chad's legs.    I
lifted one ankle and pushed it forward, telling Chad
to grab hold of it, and then the other, so his ass was
exposed to me - it was a great sight, the firm thigh
and butt muscles holding the young skin taut, and the
neat darker pink pucker waiting there, gleaming with
the cum from its lubrication.  I shuffled forward and
positioned my dick head on it, and was about to push
forward when Chad let go of his legs and tried to sit
up, crying "No, no!".    Once sitting, he kind of
scooted away from me, up the bed, to rest against the
headboard.

"I'm going to fuck you, Chad!", I told him.  "Now lie
down again, and let's have none of this nonsense!!
Hew just sat there, shaking his head, defying me, and
I began to worry that I was going to have to really
punish him if I allowed this disobedience to go on any
longer - remember, I wanted to enjoy this slave, not
just do it as a matter of duty! I got up off the bed,
then told two to lie there on his back and to put Chad
between his legs.  The big slave did as he was
commanded, tugging at Chad so that he was sitting
between two's open legs as two lay there.  "Hold him
back", I said to two, and "Keep his legs apart with
yours", and, interestingly, Chad seemed to offer
little resistance as two put an arm around his chest
and pulled his body back so he was lying on two.
There was a bit of grappling then as two kind of got
his massive legs on top of Chad's so that Chad had to
keep them apart, and finally I went and knelt there
again.

It was kind of interesting, actually - having two
there, visible underneath Chad's body semed to add to
the excitement I was feeling as I pushed my dick into
him.  It was absolutely amazing - well, it was tight,
really tight, and his ass gripped my dick and sent
waves of excitement through me.  But to know that I
was the first, and that this guy was utterly under my
control now added to my excitement.  He was moaning
and groaning as you do when a dick bludgeons past the
sensitive membranes of your sphincter, and then, as my
excitement mounted and I started to lose control,
thrusting faster and faster and harder and harder,
Chad began to shout and almost scream.  There was
nothing he could do about it, of course, but he tried
to, writhing and moving against the pressure of two's
arms and legs holding him there as I moved as close to
him as I could so that I could bury the entire length
of my dick in him.  I was so turned on, Stu,
especially when I began to get that wonderful aching
sensation in my nuts as they slammed against Chad's
body.  And then it was over - it only felt like a
couple of minutes, but I think I was actually fucking
for more like eight or nine before I shot a huge load
up into him.  I fell forward on to Chad then, feeling
his hot, sweaty body against mine, and it wasn't clear
to me whose heart was racing the fastest, or whose
breathing was the most ragged.

I lay there for a couple of minutes, just enjoying
that incredible feeling of closeness to another guy
after you've fucked, even if he is a slave!  Oh, I do
wish we'd got that far, Stu!.  Then I pulled out of
him, and sat up.  I nodded at them, to show two that
he could let Chad sit up too, and Chad sat there just
looking dazed.  My dick was covered in cum and sweat,
of course, so I got to my feet and went and stood by
two's head as he lay there.  "Open up, two", I said
conversationally, "...and clean me up."  I saw it
then, Stu - a look of defiance, only for a second or
so, before two's good sense got the better of him and
he began to lick at my dick to clean me.  And I'm sure
I saw something approaching contempt, too.  Chad was
watching all this, and when two had finished, I told
him to go and lie face down with his belly on the bed
and his feet on the floor.  Chad seemed amazed as I
sauntered across towards two with my cane, and brought
it down hard, twice, once on each of his muscular ass
cheeks.  Two cried out with each stroke and his body
tried to surge forward across the bed, as if to avoid
me.  But I only gave him those two strokes, and then I
stood there, allowing my fingers to trace the bright
red lines that had formed across two's butt.

"That's a lesson for you, Chad", I said quietly.  "Two
cleaned me off as instructed, but he wasn't
enthusiastic!  A slave needs to learn not only to
obey, but to obey totally and completely.  It's a
privilege to have your master's dick offered to you,
and two knows that.  He should be setting you a good
example, and because he only obeyed grudgingly, I had
to punish him.  Let's see if he does better this
time...."  I changed my tone, and said to two "Right,
I've been doing all the work here.  Now I'm going to
lie and watch a little spectacle - fuck Chad for me,
two.  Good and hard.  And with enthusiasm, please....
I don't want to have to punish Chad if I'm not turned
on by seeing him fucked, if you understand me."  I
knew that two could take a caning, of course, so it
was no use me threatening to punish him if he didn't
fuck Chad "properly" - he didn't like the cane
physically but could stand the pain, and it was more
the humiliation for two that concerned him.  But once
he heard that I intended to cane Chad if two didn't
perform well, that was different - two knew that it
was inevitable tat Chad would get fucked again, so
he'd be intent on making ure that when it happened at
least Chad wouldn't be punished afterwards.

I lay there  propped up against the head board and
played with my dick as two moved swiftly to obey me.
He decided to take Chad doggy fashion, and soon had
the lad kneeling on the bed, with his face pressed
down into the mattress.  Two was so sexually
accomplished - he's physically superb, of course, but
he has a way of controlling things, and even though
Chad shouted, moaned and screamed as two's massive
dick first penetrated him and then began to give him a
hard, fast fucking, two was totally in command.  He
had one of his big hands on Chad's neck so he couldn't
raise his shoulders, and wit the other he alternated
between pulling Chad's body back towards him as the
fucking proceeded, and just letting it hang loosely by
his die as he worked away.

When he'd finished, two pulled out and then just knelt
there, his big detumescing dick hanging over Chad who
was still lying on his face.  He'd shouted and moaned
as two had fucked him, but now he was silent and I
called to him to come and lie by me.  Slowly, he
raised himself to his knees and then, not looking at
two, he stretched himself out by my side.  I threw one
leg companionably over him, enjoying the feel of his
dick on my thigh, and put out an arm to go under his
head, so he could rest against my shoulder - I'd often
wished that you and me could have been together like
that, Stu, but after we'd jerked off, it was always as
if you were somehow guilty about having enjoyed
yourself and wanted just to get up and pull your
shorts back on.   Two continued to kneel there, and
now he was looking at us.

"You OK?", I asked Chad, and he muttered "I guess so."
 I smiled at him, and gave him a gentle squeeze.
"That was your first time, wasn't it?  And now you've
had two guys fucking you."  He nodded  a "yes", and I
said casually "And I suppose you've never had
sex....?"   He looked surprised, as he muttered "Oh
yes, sir.  I had a girlfriend - well, several,
actually.".  I smiled again. "No, I mean proper sex,
sex with another guy.".    He was like you, Stu, it
turns out:  he'd had some jerking off with his
buddies, but that was as far as it went as he'd
started to fuck girls.  Well, not like you, I suppose,
as you're "saving yourself"!

Chad shook his head, and I saw that this was a way to
further my control of him, and at the same time to
make two understand that he was just something that  I
could use, as I wanted.  I snapped at two to lie on
the bed, at the end, so that he was facing me, with
his feet on the ground.  Then I almost pushed Chad
away, saying "OK, now's your chance to find out what
it's all about really - get and fuck two for me."  Two
had by this time rested his head on his crossed arms
in an attitude of total relaxation, as he obviously
thought that after holding Chad down for me, and then
fucking him himself, his part in the night's
proceedings were over.  But now his head came up, and
for an instant I thought he was going to protest - but
all he did was flash me a look of almost pure hatred.
He knew it was useless to argue, but clearly he didn't
like what was about to happen to him.  It was Chad who
objected - he called out "No, please, sir, no - I
can't do that."

"Why not?", I asked, and he blurted out a whole lot of
stuff about respecting two, having two as his friend,
two had protected him from the other slaves.... Until
I said simply "Stop!  All this is irrelevant, Chad.
I've told you to fuck two, and you will.  You're a
slave, and slaves obey, and that's all there is to it.
 Now get down there, spread his butt, get yourself
boned up, and in you go!"   He just stood there,
looking at me, saying "No, please, no.....", so I got
up off the bed and crossed the room, very conscious
that both slaves were watching my dick bob up and down
as I did so - the excitement of the moment had made me
spring a boner, of course.

Two more bright red stripes appeared across two's
butt, each accompanied by a satisfying grunt from two
to indicate that they were really hurting him and that
he was trying to not show it.   "I'll carry on caning
two, shall I, Chad?  I'll give him one stroke every
minute until your body is covering his butt and I
can't get at it.... Fuck him, or have him caned.  It's
your choice."

I ought to write a book about controlling slaves, Stu,
as it's so easy once you get the hang of it!  Before I
could raise my cane again Chad was standing there,
behind two, looking really nervous. I had to tell him
to start jerking himself off to make him throw a boner
- I can't imagine why, as I found the thought of this
young guy about to fuck big, strong two so erotic that
my own dick was almost shooting off all by itself!
Then he had to be told to stand in-between two's legs
and kick them apart a bit.  He stabbed ineffectually
at two's ass until I pointed out that with a deep,
muscular "bubble" butt like two's you needed to pry it
apart a bit with your hands to reveal the pucker.  He
was hopeless even then, though, and almost in
desperation I went and stood behind him, took hold of
his dick and positioned it right at two's entrance,
and then pushed forward against Chad to make him go
in!  His dick started to bend a bit, and it needed
some encouragement, so I moved away and slapped him
hard on his butt, which seemed to do the trick - you
know how it is:  once you can get even a little bit of
your dick head in, it's so much easier to make the
rest follow.  Oh no, I forgot, you don't know how it
is, Stu!  Well, it is.

I put my hand on his hips and pulled him backwards and
forwards at first until he'd got the hang of it, but
then, once the sensations took over, he seemed to be
quite enjoying it as he gave two what I can only
characterise as a "good hard fucking" - no finesse to
it at all, just good, solid hard pounding with the
whole length of his dick, his body making a most
satisfactory slapping sound each time it hit two's
butt.

When he'd finished, I wondered if I should complete
two's humiliation by making him kneel and clean Chad's
dick.  I let two know it was within my power to do
this by joking that Chad might now enjoy the feeling
of two's big tongue around his dick and balls, but
then said that I was in a hurry, so Chad should go
into the bathroom and clean himself up.    When he was
in there I told two to come and lie next to me, and
instead of curling up in his arm as might have been
expected as he was so much bigger than I was, I
deliberately stretched out my arm so that he had to
cradle his head on it, and I threw my leg across his
belly and dick, as he'd seen me do to Chad only a few
minutes before.  I knew that, subconsciously at least,
I was relegating this big powerful man to the status
of a much weaker nineteen year old.  I reached across
and tweaked two's big tit playfully as it lay
conveniently close, and looked deep into his eyes.  "I
do worry about you, two", I said quietly, so that only
he and I could hear.  "Every time I think I have you
properly tamed and that you truly understand that
you're a slave, you do something stupid.  I saw that
look in your eyes when I ordered you to clean me up.
And that's why I wanted to see what you would do when
I ordered Chad to fuck you - you don't like taking
dick, I know, and you never do from any of the other
slaves.  It was good for you that you did not
deliberately disobey me physically, as I'd then have
needed to have you flogged.  But  I saw the look in
your eyes and it was one of pure hatred for me.
That's not good enough, two.  I don't only want your
complete physical obedience to my orders, but you have
to want to obey me, too.  If you don't understand
that, or can't implement it, I'm afraid that there
will be a lot more trouble for you.".  At that moment
Chad came back, so I leaned over and kissed two
affectionately, pleased that he responded as another
man should, but then, as it was getting late, I got
up, pulled on my clothes, and took them back to lock
them in their cage for the night.  At two went through
the gate I said quietly "Make sure Chad gets fucked at
least once more tonight - get four to do it, as he
can't hide things from me very easily as he's just a
simple country boy, and tomorrow morning it will be
easy to tell if you've done as I've told you."  Two
kept his head down as he went in, so that I couldn't
see his eyes:   I knew he'd hate passing on that order
to four, but what else could he do?  Steve.

Steve:   It's beginning to sound more like some porn
movie!  Three in a bed, changing partners, young men
kissing older guys.....  And I'm not sure that all
this constant referral to Chad as "being like me" is
helpful, Steve!  You aren't going to get my mouth
around your dick, or my ass, either!  And neither am I
going to fuck guys' asses, however muscular or
desirable you seem to think they are!  It's amazing,
really, how you and me can be such good buddies when
our tastes are so dissimilar.    Still, the good news
is that I'm coming home next weekend - we're arriving
on the afternoon train on Saturday, but only for a
flying visit to really introduce Inga to mom and dad.
I'm not sure that you and I will be able to get
together for long, as we have to get back on Sunday as
I have an early class on Monday morning.  Stu.

Steve:  That wasn't funny!  When we came out of the
station  to get a cab and you were sitting there on
that dray with all those slaves of yours....!  And it
wasn't very polite to insist I sat next to you on the
seat with Inga on the outside - I think you don't like
her, Steve, and you show it in all sorts of little
ways like that:  it would have been more polite to get
her to sit in the middle so you could talk to her
easily.  I'm not surprised she didn't want to spend
time with you, as you were radiating disapproval, even
though you were, ostensibly, playing the part of the
ultra-polite southern gentleman!  And you know she
objects to slavery, so why did you keep cracking that
carriage whip of yours over the butts of those
unfortunate slaves?  They seemed to be working hard
enough to me.  And yes I know my dad's attitudes to
all of this are ambivalent, to say the least - he's a
pastor and he keeps preaching about freedom and
treating all men as equals, and Inga respects all of
that.  So it was quite unnecessary to keep asking me
if the slaves working in the fields as we got closer
to our house were all ours, or just hired in from a
contractor to get in the harvest.  You know perfectly
well that dad owns about a hundred, and the reason
why:  he's  "saving" them from a cruel life elsewhere,
as he's a benevolent owner.  Stu.

Stu:  If he's so benevolent, why do his guards all
carry whips?  And why doesn't he even allow them a
shred of clothing?  It's for the same reasons my
slaves work naked:  it's a waste, to buy slaves
clothes, clothes that have to be laundered and so on;
and when they're naked, it's easier for the whip to
get at their sensitive parts.  And you need a whip to
keep them working!

And I think you don't appreciate the trouble I went
to, to collect you from the train station:  it was
Saturday afternoon, and the slaves are expecting to
rest!  They really resented it when we got back to the
depot on Saturday lunchtime and then I made them clean
and polish the dray, and shower and shave themselves,
and then rub in slave oil to make their pelts really
shine, just so I could act like a taxicab!  They're so
fucking ungrateful - just because I made them do a
couple of hours of extra work, work that's not hard,
after all, compared to pulling a full dray, they were
all sullen and resentful.  They forget the number of
Sundays I've given up for them, so I can take them to
the park!  And that's why I was using the carriage
whip a lot, too - they knew I knew they were
resentful, and therefore I needed to reinforce to them
that I won't tolerate such attitudes in my slaves.

And I wanted to sit next to you, Stu, to catch up.
Inga and I don't have anything to say much to each
other.  And when we do speak, it's only to argue - she
doesn't agree with slavery, and that's OK, but it's
not OK to compare her fiancee's best buddy to some
sort of nineteenth century sadistic villain.  I keep
explaining that the ownership and management of slaves
these days is soundly based on good management theory,
but she just won't see that.  And then she keeps
trying to tell me that "the good lord will forgive me
if I repent".  Well, I don't need to be forgiven, as I
haven't done anything wrong... So what should I repent
of?   She said it was cruel of me to keep young Chad
running along by the side of the others, for example,
and I tried to point out that he likes being with the
others!  If I locked him in the cage on Saturday
afternoon as he had no real role, but took all the
others out, he's have hated it.  And then she said
that it was cruel to keep him as a slave in the first
place, and she didn't really listen at all when I told
her how I'd saved him from a really cruel  driver,
Matt, and how being on the drays was a whole lot
better than, for example, being chained to a factory
bench, or down the mines.

I know you said you'd invite me to dinner and stuff
once you were married, but I think the conversation
around the table is either going to be non-existent,
or pretty fiery!

Still, Inga's remarks about Chad did get me thinking,
and perhaps I was being a bit unkind to him.  After a
few nights of being used by the other guys after I'd
taken his cherry, he'd really felt much more part of
the team and no longer a bit of an outsider.  And when
we were talking in a quiet moment one day, two even
told me that Chad had fucked one of the "bottoms" in
the crew - and had even joined in the laughter when
the others saw him doing it and told him that his
skinny ass was pretty funny as it pumped away (well,
skinny by their standards.  I think it's pretty
nice!).    I remembered all of this, and decided to
make him feel a lot more wanted, so yesterday I lashed
them on a bit to build up some more slack in our
schedule, then made a bit of a diversion to go down
Eighteenth Street -  you remember, that area that was
so daring when we were both fourteen, and trying to
buy the sexy magazines and stuff?  It's still very
seedy, but there's a tattoo parlour down there and I
took Chad in.  When we came out, the slaves all
cheered when they saw the giant "9" on his back -
that's real team-building for you, and it shows you
just how good a manager I am.  Steve.

Steve:  We're coming back next weekend, too.  And this
time, PLEASE, old buddy, don't meet us at the station!
 What time do you finish work, and we'll collect you
at the depot, and all go out to dinner together?  But
look, Steve, watch it, please, for my sake!  I know
you can get even more mischievous with a couple of
drinks inside you (dad's promised to talk to the
restaurant and there won't be any problem with getting
a bottle of wine).... But Inga doesn't drink at all
and takes a bit of a dim view of it at the best of
times - if you get half cut and start arguing with her
about slavery, or god, or whatever, it will make it
hard for me.    Stu.

Stu:  Pick me up at seven.  I'll have time to go over
to the bar then and have a drink first - god knows, it
sounds as if I'll need one, as it might be a grim
evening with you and me sharing a bottle of wine and
Inga sipping lemonade!  You and I need to go on one of
those "drunks" we used to, and have a bit of fun.  But
I'll even shower, and change into "civvies", so she
isn't even reminded of my work by my uniform (although
she'll be deprived of the pleasure of seeing my nice
hard butt, and dick, through my shorts - I thought you
were looking just a tad fatter last week, Stu - all
that sitting down isn't good or you, and you need a
good physical job, like mine, with plenty of sex).
See you on Friday.  Steve.

Steve:  Bastard!  I still can't type.  Stu.

Stu:  So, let's get the facts straight now, as I don't
want to be arguing about it with you in forty years
time still.  Firstly, It was your fault for going off
to buy her flowers or whatever, and sending her on
alone to the depot.  If you'd stuck close to her, none
of it would have happened.  Secondly, I didn't offer
to show her the slaves.  She practically DEMANDED to
be taken to see "the dreadful conditions in which you
keep these unfortunate wretches" or some such crap.
They're not dreadful conditions, as they all get clean
straw, they're well fed, there's enough water, hot
showers, more sex than they'll ever need....   And
they're not "unfortunate", either!  If they hadn't
joined the army, and then hadn't taken place in an
illegal invasion of the south, they wouldn't be slaves
at all - it's their own fault.

I took her to my slaves, obviously, as I'm proud of
them and I think they represent the best aspects of
the system.  Although they were all tired, Friday
night is a traditional "relaxation" night, and  when
we got there a few of them were fucking, and nine
(Chad) and four were lying together, arms wrapped
around each other, laughing and just jerking each
other off.  Two saw me coming and went to tell them
all to "present" in a line at the bars, but as it was
Friday and I'm pretty considerate, I signed to him to
leave them all be.     Just as we got there, one, who
was buried up to the hilt in seven's ass, gave a great
shout as he shot his load, and the two of them
collapsed on to each other in that real affectionate
passion you get after really great sex (as you might
be lucky enough to discover one day, Stu!).  Inga just
said "It's absolutely disgusting!", and, of course, I
asked her why.  And then she and I had a bit of an
argument, which I won't bore you with again, about
firstly, they were slaves, so it wasn't as if men were
having sex publicly (which even I disagree with!);
and that secondly, even though it was two males, that
was perfectly OK as the only reason anyone ever
thought it might even be wrong was because of all that
crap in the bible - and I think I did perhaps refer to
the whole thing as being so full of shit anyway, that
who cares what it said!  But then she saw nine and
four just jerking off, and started in again about it
all.  "And he's only a boy...", she finished with.

So I told her!  Nine was nineteen, the same as you and
me.  And he was old enough to make up his own mind
about sex.  And, anyway, he wasn't doing much,  just a
bit of mutual jerking off, and all men did that at
that age with their buddies - well, most of them had
moved on to fucking, actually, as the mutual jerking
off stage is from about fourteen to seventeen!  She
said that "her Stu" (she was starting to own you
already, old buddy) would never do anything like that,
and I just laughed.  So she demanded to know why, and
I told her - told her that you and I of course used to
jerk off together - what did she expect, as we were
both red-blooded guys with a lot of male hormones.
Every guy I know in our set was doing the same, as
it's perfectly natural to want to play with another
guy, especially after a football match or something.
But  I assured her that you'd never done anything more
than that, and that you were "saving" yourself for the
wedding night.... So there was no real problem.

She went very silent, and ran out.  And you know the
rest.  Or perhaps you don't!  I gather you met her on
the street, and she asked you if you and I had jerked
off together, and as you don't believe in lying you
told her the truth.... And she stormed off to the
train station!  You were fucking rude, and almost
violent, when you came up to my room, Stu, and you
were ranting and raving about me "betraying" you and
all that crap.  You could just have lied, Stu, and
said that we'd never jerked off - she'd have thought
it was me who was lying, to deliberately try to upset
her!  So it's more your fault than mine - to me it's
perfectly obvious that two teenage buddies will have a
bit of casual sex, and I can't see why bigots like her
object at all.  That's what almost all men do, after
all, and it just shows how stupid she is that she
didn't recognise that.  It's just as well I had that
bottle of bourbon in my room, and you did calm down
after a couple of drinks.  And then we started to
laugh a bit, and then we went out to the restaurant
and had not one, but two bottles of wine....  By the
time we got to that dance place you were pretty far
gone, but we both went onto the floor, and you met
that girl - well, I tried to look after you, but you
would insist on calling that cab yourself and going
off in it with her.  I did try, really.  For one
thing, I thought that with so much booze inside you I
might have had to undress you.... And who knows where
that would have led, so I was really motivated to get
you home!  But you did insist, and you are old enough
to make your own decisions.  So I staggered back to
the BDQ alone, and I couldn't then get it up as I'd
drunk so much.  And the next day my head felt as if it
was in a vice and my guts were churning and I could
barely crawl out of bed. So I didn't catch up with
you.  So what happened next, old buddy?   Steve.

Steve:  What happened next?  Mary-Lou happened!  A
real southern girl.  All demure on the outside, but
dynamite inside.  I think you must have been feeling
guilty or something and drank too much deliberately,
as I wasn't nearly as bad as you.  In fact, I was
dreading having to carry you home and having you puke
up all over me again as you did that once when we were
fourteen!  So when Mary-Lou said she wanted to go home
I was the perfect southern gentleman, and took her.
To tell you the truth, Steve, I was shit scared as
although I've done all the kissing and petting stuff,
I've never really done "it".  And it was obvious that
Mary-Lou knew that there was only one proper way to
end an evening.  But once we were in bed together
naked, it didn't matter at all - it all seemed
perfectly natural.  Hey, Steve, I'm no longer a
virgin!  And you're right, old buddy - there's NOTHING
as good as sex, and all that waiting stuff is just
pure crap.  Why wait for something that gets worse as
you get older?  Guys are at their horniest at sixteen,
and even at our age we're starting to go downhill.  I
almost missed the train back to Atlanta on Sunday.
And Mary-Lou's coming here next weekend - I can't wait
to see the other guys' eyes pop out on stalks when
they see this classy lady that I've got.  Stu.

Stu:  Ah well, that sounds as if I've lost the chance
to have proper sex with you then - at least until
you've been married a couple of years.  That's when a
lot of guys start to get bored, and regret what
they've never had - proper sex, with another guy.
But I'll keep waiting, Stu.  You are coming back in
three weeks time, aren't you?  It's the County fair,
and I'm entering.  Steve.

Steve:  Entering?  As what?  Isn't it for cattle and
such like?  Are you putting on one of those cow skins,
like you see in comedy shows?  Stu.

Stu:  Yes, cattle and such.  And a year ago they put
in new classes, for slaves.  They're things like "most
obedient slave" where you have to get your slave to do
things when he's blindfolded, responding only to your
orders, and "best confirmation" - that's a technical
term they use in livestock judging that means the
carcass is in good condition - not too muscled, but
not fat, or anything.  Then I think they have "best
stud" or something, where the slaves have to be
masturbated and the semen is judged on quality,
colour, number of sperm per millilitre - and of course
quantity - and so on.  But I'm entering my dray in the
"slave-pulled vehicles" class - you usually get pony
traps and so on, but Jon agrees with me that it would
be excellent publicity for us if we win as our dray
has the company name all over it.  But it will be a
lot of hard work, and the slaves will hate it.  In
fact I'm just typing this to you before I kick the
whole thing off, and I'm expecting a difficult time.
I'll write again this evening.  Steve.

End Of Part Nine.