Date: Thu, 19 May 2005 04:44:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Labourer, Part 14

THE LABOURER  by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 14

Craig kind of wrapped himself around me.  They were
only single-sized beds, and we're both big guys, so we
were close - and I mean close:  intimately close.  At
first I thought he'd kind of spoon up behind me, but
he wriggled and manoeuvred until we were facing each
other.  He raised his thigh up between my legs (very
gently, so as not to hit my balls!) and it was a
wholly new sensation, and one I very much liked, to
have his hairy skin pressing warmly into my sore
asshole and the tender area down there between it and
my sac.  Our dicks were close together, and as I began
to get an erection, it felt good to feel it slide up
between both sets of hard, firm belly muscles, just as
his slid up between us, too.

His warm breath was exciting the skin on my shoulder,
and his total physical presence so close to me was
almost overwhelming.  I'd never experienced anything
like this before.  Moving his face next to mine, he
gently stroked my head with one of his hands, and
whispered "So it was OK?  You really aren't hurt?  I
didn't fuck anyone tonight in case you needed help -
but from the way you walked in you didn't seem to be
hurting too much...."

"No..."

"You don't sound very sure, Steve."

"Look, I don't want to talk about it, OK?"

"No, Steve, it's not OK.  I thought we were going to
become real buddies, proper friends.  And if you can't
tell a buddy about what happened to you...."

"Hell, man, I want you as a friend, sure.  But I can't
talk about this.  It was too shaming."

"Oh Steve, you are really messed up!  I thought you
were a bit peculiar going on about wanting to be caned
and tawsed so you really used your body..."

"There's nothing wrong with that!", I cut in.

"Hey, there you go again, being so sensitive.  Look,
perhaps it's because I've been indentured against my
will, but there's no way that I want a guy tawsing and
caning me! It used to be a 'cruel and unusual
punishment' that the Constitution outlawed - but only
when it's applied to men now, apparently, not to
indentured servants.  So of course I think it's a bit
odd that you did it voluntarily.  But then, there are
some guys who like pain, who like that kind of
thing... It's just that I hadn't got you marked down
as one of them."

"I'm not... I just wanted to use my body, to really
work hard, and that's why they were supposed to
'encourage' me.... But this...

"Sure... But it's this 'shame' thing I'm worried about
- how can anything be 'shaming' when it's done to you
involuntarily?"

"But they fucked me, Craig.  And then they got young
Joey to fuck me... and then.... then.... then they
made me drink Rob's piss..... And then they got me to
fuck Joey..."   

"So?"

"Well, it's all disgusting - fucking me, making me
have sex with a kid, and the piss...."

"Oh Steve, grow up, will you?  Look, there are several
things you need to get straight in your mind.  First,
sex between guys is OK, it's great, it's the best -
there's nothing to be ashamed about!  It's what any
two guys ought to do together, if they even vaguely
like each other."

"Yes, but they made me do it, they had me tied down, I
didn't want to have Rob up me...."

"Oh grow up!  It didn't do you any harm, did it? 
Look, I'm a top, like you, and I don't usually take it
up the ass.  But if I have to, it's no big deal.  Too
many men are hung up about something that's only
natural, after all.  Men are always keen to show their
sexuality, and their power over other men, and so it's
only to be expected that they'll fuck each other if
they can."

"Yes, but Joey.. He's a kid.... And I had to fuck him,
and he had to fuck me..."

"Oh Steve, he's not a kid!  He's sixteen.  He's a man.
 And if he was capable of getting an erection and
sticking it in you, that proves it.  So it was no
worse to have him fuck you than it was to have Rob do
it.  And probably less of a problem for you, too -
he's well built, but I expect his dick was still not
as big as a fully grown man.  And as for you fucking
him, well, the same thing holds good - he's a man,
just like you. And there's no problem with one guy
fucking another.  And I bet he wanted you to do it,
didn't he?"

"I don't know.  Mister Rooney ordered him to kneel
there, and then told me to fuck him."

"No, Steve, mark my words - the little wretch enjoyed
it!  He's a real bottom:  he wants all the guys to
fuck him, and he's had almost all of us up him.  And
wasn't he trying to suck your dick the other day when
there was all that trouble?  He wants to get his lips
around every guy's dick here, too.  And good luck to
him, too - he doesn't have much pleasure in life
working here as an indentured servant, when he ought
to be at High School, so if he gets a bit of
compensation from having sex, sex that he enjoys,
where's the harm?"

"But they made us do it for their amusement... I had
to fuck him in front of Master Rob, and Mister
Rooney..."

"Oh come on, Steve!  You're the one who's proud of his
body.  You're the one who's always going on about
using his muscles to their fullest, really wanting to
make the best use of everything he has.... How can you
mind doing something as natural as fucking a guy in
front of those others?  Weren't you proud of the way
you used your body to really fuck Joey?  Weren't you
pleased to be showing them the power in your butt and
thighs as you pounded in and out... And, you know, I
think you're secretly proud of that dick of yours....
It is nice and thick and long...."   

As he said this, Craig moved his hand between our
bodies, and started to gently stroke me.  My already
hard dick strained even more, and I moaned quietly. 
Craig was fiddling around a little, then something
that I'd never experienced before happened - something
warm and soft, and yet firm, was pressed all along my
dick - and then Craig's hand started to stroke it.

I gasped in pleasure, and Craig murmured "There... You
are a big boy... I'm pretty well hung, but yours is
even longer than mine.... Do you like the feel of it,
Steve, do you like our dicks pressed together?"

"Oh... yes...."

Craig moved his body again, so we were pressed even
closer together, and our two dicks were squeezed even
tighter between our bellies.  He gently began to move
his body up and down in the bed - only an inch or so -
but the effect was to masturbate both our dicks, using
out firm stomach muscles rather than our hands.  It
wasn't just the sensation from my dick that was so
totally overwhelming -  it was the whole way it was
being done,  using our skin, and having our dicks so
close together.  I couldn't help gasping with
excitement, and pleasure, as it went on and on.

"Craig... Stop... Please...."

"Why?"

"I'm going to cum...."

"So cum, then... So am I....."

I think we shot simultaneously, but it wasn't enough
to stop Craig continuing to move his body up and down.
 I'm really sensitive when I've shot my load, and even
though I was completely lubricated by our cum as our
dicks slid over our bodies, I moaned and gasped and
groaned with the sheer sensation of it all.  When he
did finally stop we were both laughing, softly, and
almost helplessly, as we lay together, the scent of
our cum wafting up to us from under the blanket.  

I felt serious again, though. "But OK, you may be
right about the fucking... But drinking Rob's
piss...."

"Oh stop whining, Steve!  It hasn't hurt you, has it? 
It's perfectly sterile, you know." 

"Rooney did say that..."

"And he's right.  You might not have liked the
taste.... I don't much like it myself.... But there's
no harm in it.  Just don't drink the piss of a guy
who's been eating asparagus, and who's one of the
sensitive ones..."

"What are you going on about, Craig?"

"Well about half the guys in the world get the most
foul tasting piss imaginable if they have even the
tiniest bit of asparagus... It's some sort of chemical
reaction in their bodies...  Believe me, you don't
want to have any of that anywhere near you!  Haven't
you ever stood by a guy at a urinal with absolutely
foul smelling piss?"

"I can't say I have.  I try not to notice what other
guys are doing in the rest rooms..."

"There you go again, Steve.... Your deprived childhood
again, not being allowed to be interested in other
guys!  You should always pay attention to what the
next guy is doing in a rest room - you need to compare
his dick with yours, see who's biggest, maybe even see
if he's interested in hooking up...."

I thought he was joking, but it seemed he was serious!
 He went on "Seriously, though, it's only a power
thing - they were just showing that the control you
totally, that they can do what they like with you,
that they're in control, and that you have to take it.
 They're stupid really - making a guy drink your piss
is a power trip, but it's just not as much fun on the
sensation scale as having him suck your dick, or take
your dick up his ass, or down his throat!  Believe
me!"

"You've made guys drink your piss, Craig?"

"Sure.  Why not?  I'm bigger, stronger, in control -
you need to try all this stuff out, and see what you
like doing.  Personally it doesn't turn me on much, so
I just  fuck guys, generally - down the throat, or up
the ass.  I guess I like the feeling of a nice ass
gripping my dick more than the feeling of a guy's
throat retching and gagging, but the power thing's
much the same - I'm making him take my dick."

He yawned then, and went on "But look, it's getting
late, and we have to work tomorrow... Do you want me
to stay here or to go back to my own bed?"  

I thought long and hard.  It want all that comfortable
cramped together, and it was difficult enough to sleep
in the narrow beds with only one of me in it.  I knew
I wouldn't sleep well with Craig's big body as well,
but, on the other hand, having a man like this so
close, feeling his hard body against mine, smelling
his scent, feeling his breath on my skin, it was all
just so amazing.  I'd thought at one time that you
never really ever touched other guys.  Then I'd
thought it was OK to fuck them.  But now I was
discovering that there was another thing that guys
could do together - just to actually be together, to
hold each other, to experience the sheer closeness of
male to male bonding.  

"Stay, please", I muttered.

Of course I now see that Craig was used to this - he
sometimes slept with the guys he fucked, and knew what
to do.  Gently pushing and pulling at me he got me
turned onto my side, then did indeed "spoon up" behind
me, putting his arm over me and letting his hand lie
almost companionably on my belly.  I could feel his
dick nuzzling at my ass crack, and it was somehow so
comforting - not threatening at all, just right, just
as you wanted another man to be when he was close to
you.  

I didn't sleep all that well, though - for one thing
I'm just not used to having another person that close
- the women I'd fucked had never stayed the night. 
And for another I kept waking with the most amazing
erections, as my body responded to the closeness of
Craig.       

_____________________________

All of a sudden, life seemed to be looking up.  My
body was totally adapted to the hard, unremitting
work, and I usually only got a couple of strokes of
the tawse and cane each day, as if to remind me that I
needed to keep up with it all.   But most of all, I
had Craig:  he would never let me fuck him, as he kept
reminding me that he was a top, but every other night
we'd sleep together and share that fantastic intimacy
that only men who really like each other can.  We'd
play with each other, nipping at our tits, licking our
skin, gently biting the soft flesh under our pits, and
then jerking each other off - even sometimes sliding
our dicks between each others thighs to do that, and
sometimes using our hard bellies.  We kissed, stroked
and caressed each other almost constantly as we lay
there, but best of all we talked - whispering and
giggling about how our bodies felt, and exchanging all
sorts of intimate thoughts.  I'd never been this close
to anyone before, not my parents, not any of the women
I'd been with, not even Rob, and  was constantly
amazed and delighted at how just being wit Craig
seemed to somehow light up my whole life.

The other nights we fucked the other guys, as before,
and I was now revelling in taking a man hard.  In some
ways it was better than being in bed with Craig, but
in other ways it was worse:  the actual sexual charge
from pounding into a guy is of course immense, and I
did like to have them in my power, skewered on my
dick, but it's all over very quickly and without all
the touching and caressing, it was lacking in some
ways.

And the next time Rob visited Rooney, about a month
later,  it wasn't so bad either - when I was taken
into the big living room both men had been talking,
apparently seriously, and it was as if fucking me was
just a formality, something to remind me of my status
and not something that gave them a pleasure from
deriving new humiliations, as it had before.  I just
lay there on the horse as Rob fucked me, and then I
was dismissed. 

The next day, though, I was surprised when the truck
that delivered us to the various sites stopped at
Rob's house, and the overseer told Craig and me to get
out.  He then explained that there was a lot of manual
labour involved in renewing all the paving around
Rob's pool, work that couldn't use a machine as it was
in a fenced-off area.  Craig and I were therefore
going to do it, pushing all the old paving in barrows
through the yard and loading it into dumpsters, then
wheeling the new paving back from where it was stacked
on the drive, and laying it.

"I've got a message from Mister Rooney to you two", he
finished.  "He says that Master Rob is used to
punishing servants, and so he is going to supervise
you - he will set you a quota each morning before he
goes to the office, then will tawse or cane you when
he gets back if the work is not complete, as it's not
worth assigning an overseer for a two-man job.  And
you're to sleep here all week until the work is
finished - Master Rob is going to find you somewhere
to bed down in the pool house."  As he said this he
handed us a case of the chow bars on which we were
fed, and waited to hand us over formally to Rob.

Rob instructed us what to do, and you'd never have
thought that at one time we'd been real buddies - he
just treated me like dirt, like you'd treat any other
labourer or indentured servant, snapping orders at
both Craig and me equally, and then warning us that if
we hadn't finished the area he'd marked out by the
time we got back from the office, we could expect to
feel the cane.  Craig and I kind of shrugged, as we
were used to that -  and we didn't think we had much
to fear from Rob as he wasn't as expert at really
using the cane to cause maximum pain, as the overseers
were.  But just as he was about to leave, Karen came
out onto the terrace.

She didn't even acknowledge me in any way, even though
I was still recognisable in spite of my bigger frame
and cropped hair.  But then, she'd never really liked
me, and did her best to ignore me even when I was
Rob's best bud.  She whispered something to Rob, who
came stalking back over to us.  "My wife has reminded
me that you're going to have to get in and out of the
pool all day to deal with the edging", he remarked.  
"Now, go and take a leak, as there's some special
clothing you need to wear."

Craig and I looked at  each other, shrugged our
shoulders, and walked over to the bushes along the
edge and started to piss.  I distinctly heard Karen
say to Rob "There!  That proves it!  I always said
that friend of yours was an animal, and look at him,
excreting in public like that!  I told you it was
imperative that we got that protective clothing - I
was lucky I was reading that article in 'Today's
Servant' at the hairdressers:  it would have been
disgusting otherwise!"

"Karen, are you sure, I mean, they're going to be here
all day, and I don' like to think..."

"Oh don't be such a wimp, Rob!  They're indentured
servants.  You even own the indenture of one of them. 
Now get over there and tell them to put them on!" 

Rob came over to us, and got some things out of his
pocket and handed them to us.  "Right - out of those
shorts, and put these on", he commanded.

"There" looked like condoms after they've been used -
thin skins of latex, just hanging there.  Craig and I
just stared at them in astonishment.  "I'm late
already!" Rob barked, "And if you two fuckers don't do
as I say right now, I'll be even later.  And if I get
too late, I may as well stay here and beat the shit
out of you rather than sit in the traffic! So drop
those shorts, and put these on - on your dicks,
obviously!"

"But why...?"  Craig began.  I was surprised by this,
as  Craig usually kept his mouth shut and just did as
he was told, reckoning that this was the easiest way
to get through life.

"You fucking do as you're told, without asking 'why?' 
Now, drop those shorts!"  I suppose I should have been
used by now to the way that things were never
explained to indentured servants - we were just
supposed to obey, and that was that.

With Karen standing there watching, Craig and I both
reluctantly dropped our shorts and stood there in the
morning sunlight feeling the tiny breeze riffling our
pubes.  I felt really stupid, actually - we still had
on our polo shirts and heavy work boots, and somehow
having those with the naked patch around our thighs
made it seem almost worse than total nudity. I took
the condom-thing and pulled it over my dick - it was a
relatively loose fit  as I was flaccid, and I thought
that the latex was possibly a bit more robust than on
a condom.  I saw Craig doing the same thing, obviously
wondering, as I was, what the hell was going on.

Rob then came and knelt down in front of me and
pinched the open end of the condom thing and a little
tuft of my pubes, twisted them together, and snapped a
little metal clip over the them and twisted again. 
"There - that's you safely in, now for your bud".

He went and did the same thing to Craig, then as we
stood there in front of him said "My wife noticed
these in a magazine for when you have servants working
around the pool, or even  for plumbers doing bathrooms
and so on.  The sleeve stops you from pissing in the
water, or using the owners' facilities!  The clip
holding it to your pubes is a one-use thing - when I
get home tonight I'll take it off, and that will be
OK.  But if you men try to take it off during the day,
you'll never be able to get it clipped back, so I'll
know, and then there will be hell to pay. 
Understand?"

"Sir, what if we do need to piss?", Craig asked.

"Hold it in, boy!  That's why I gave you the
opportunity a minute ago.  I'd try not to drink too
much, either.  But it's going to be a hot one, so you
should be sweating a lot - especially given the amount
you've got to do."

Craig and I looked at each other again, and went to
pick up our shorts.  "No!", Rob called. "As you're
going to be in and out of the pool all the time, you
don't need those.  It's perfectly private around here
and the neighbours won't complain.  And take those
polos off, too - you look ridiculous naked from the
waist down!"  Well, I knew that, didn't I?  I always
think it looks kind of funny when you see a guy's bare
butt with a shirt kind of resting on the top of it.

Craig and I did as we were told, and felt even more
stupid standing there with a loose condom on our dicks
and our heavy work boots!  But Rob just turned and
walked off, telling us again to get started on the
work.

Well, there was a lot to do, and Craig and I were soon
sweating.  But I have to say it was nice working on
the edge of the pool as we could keep climbing in and
out to cool off a little.  But mid morning Karen came
out and sat at one of the pool-side tables with a long
drink - I could see that wonderful sight of
condensation on the glass and hear the clinking of the
ice - and proceeded to half watch us, as she leafed
through one of those glossy fashion magazines.  Craig
and I had to crawl around laying the paving, and it
was so totally fucking humiliating - I could sense
here eyes staring at my ass, and knew must be looking
at my balls and dick as they swung there between my
thighs, swaying around as I crawled around.  The bitch
brought her lunch out there, too, and watched as Craig
and I sat there on the edge of the pool dangling our
legs in the water as we munched our chow bars.  But
she never offered us so much as a single grape or
anything, even though there was a huge bowl of fruit
on the table in front of her - I think that's the
thing I almost missed most about my new life, the
taste of fruit, as we were never given any at all, the
chow bars being considered perfectly wholesome and
balanced for us (as indeed they were - I never felt
hungry, could always work really hard, and had put on
a lot of muscle).

I'd always enjoyed swimming, and was really good at
it, too.  So after we'd eaten our meagre fare, I
slipped into the water and started to power up and
down, thinking to do a few lengths just for fun.  At
once Karen was on the edge, screaming at me and
telling me to get out at once.  "It's bad enough to
have to have you servants in the water at all!", she
snapped, "without having it polluted even more by your
disgusting bodies! It's as well that Rob fixed that
'pool saver' on you this morning, or you'd have been
using it as a lavatory, too, I don't doubt."

I had to pull myself up out of the water as she
watched, and even when you're in Speedos that can be
quite sexy as all your muscles are in use and your
belly in particular stretches and really looks great. 
Now, wearing only the stupid condom thing, I felt
completely humiliated - it wouldn't have been as bad
being totally naked, as a man can always be proud of
his dick in front of a woman;  but with a loose condom
thing on me I knew I just looked stupid, and a bit
like a naughty schoolboy who couldn't be trusted not
to piss in the pool. 

All we could do was work on all afternoon, feeling the
sun burning our butts, and getting  a gradual
tightening of our bladders, and both Craig and I were
really pleased when Rob finally got back.  He gave the
seals on the clips holding the condom things to our
pubes a cursory inspection, then told us we could pull
them off.  Both Craig and I made a dash for the
bushes, and stood there gratefully pissing, even
though I could hear Karen loudly complaining about
this to Rob.  What a bitch, I thought again as I stood
there, my piss streaming out and giving me that
fantastic fielding of relief you get when you really
need to go.  You'd have thought that the sight of two
big studs standing there with their backs to her would
have been exciting to her, and not something to
complain about,  especially when compared to Rob who I
noticed was decidedly getting flabby around the waist!

Rob then took us into the pool house, and showed us a
place on the hard concrete floor, next to the motor
and filters, and where a whole lot of old patio
furniture was stacked.  "This is where you're staying
tonight", he told us. "You can forage through all this
junk here and use the chair seats to sleep on.  And
there's a bucket over there if you need to piss."

"That's OK, sir, we'll go into the bushes again.",
Craig responded, trying to be helpful.

"No you won't.  You have to be locked in - it's a
condition of Rooney's Contracts' insurers that if
their stock of indentured servants is not returned to
the compound every night, then the servants have to be
securely enclosed.  Not that you'd get far if you did
try to run, but the costs and expense of the efforts
to find you might fall on Mister Rooney, and hence his
insurers.  So you're in here for the night - but first
I'll take you to the outdoor bathroom so that you can
crap...."

It was a lovely evening, with a great sunset, and
Craig and I would have loved to sit outdoors and enjoy
it, even if we weren't allowed in the pool.  But
instead of that we sat in the drab space, and it was
quite unpleasantly noisy until the timer cut out the
pumps around nine.  Still, we didn't have to sit on
the bare concrete as the chair pads were really
comfortable, and as Rob hadn't returned our clothes,
we had an excuse to sit there playing with each other
(not that we normally needed any excuse for that!).  

We were all tangled up together, asleep, when we were
woken by the sound of a lot of banging around outside
and then of the key in the lock of the pool room door.
 The light came on -  a feeble single bulb - and there
in the shadows was Rob.  I could smell the alcohol on
him even at that distance, and he half lurched, half
staggered over to us.  He was wearing a bath robe,
loosely tied, and as he moved we could see his dick
flopping around.

He saw Craig and me lying together, and almost
laughed.  "Fuck you, Steve!  All those years when we
were buddies you always laughed at fags, so I could
never do anything and had to just watch you chasing
all that pussy all over town.  And now I own your
indenture, I find that I've got a real fag!  Rooney
told me you went around fucking the other guys, and
it's true - here you are with that buddy of yours
doing all the things I always wanted to do with you,
and under my roof, too!"

I decided it was safer not to say anything.  Arguing
with a drunk is never a good idea, and Rob anyway did
have the power to really hurt me.    He glared at me
again, and went on "And I have to have you tied down
before I can fuck you, even now!  And yet that hunk of
muscle next to you can go up your ass whenever he
wants..."

This was too much.  "No he doesn't!  I only have to
take dick from you and Mister Rooney, and that's why
you have to tie me down.  If I wasn't, you'd be dead
meat...."

He came over towards me, and I got to my feet.  Craig
stayed on the floor, but sat up, and put his arm
around my calves, kind of symbolically holding me
back.    Rob was almost whining now:  "So if I can't
fuck you tonight, Steve, come on and at least let's
jerk each other off...  Come on, we used to be
buddies.... And you don't mind doing that, as  I can
see there's a lot of drying cum all over both of
you..."

"No!", I snapped, and I felt Craig's arm tightening,
warning me to stop, before I got into real trouble.

"I could order you, you know.  I could drop my robe,
and order you two to let me lie with you, and mess
with you...."

"And that's the only way it's going to happen!"

Rob had that kind of maudlin sentimentality that a lot
of drunks have, and was almost sobbing.  "Steve, we
used to be buddies.  I don't want to order you, Steve.
 I want you to want to be with me, to let me have your
body.... Please, Steve..."

"No, I said.  Go back to Karen - she's been watching
our butts and our dicks all day, and she must be
panting for it!"

Rob broke into tears at that point, and threw his arms
around me. "Oh Steve, be like it used to be between
us, when we were buddies - you always helped me and
told me what to do... And don't just say  'go back to
Karen', as that's the problem... Her and her
father.... I'm going to be kicked out of the firm,
Steve, and she's going to divorce me, and I'll have no
job, no home, no money...."

"So? That's not my problem!"

Rob's eyes seemed to glitter for a moment, and he
stopped sobbing and his mood switched suddenly to one
of anger.  "Well it soon will be!  Your indenture will
soon be my only asset, and I'll have to sell you to
buy a car and get a place.  And for a hunk like you,
the best prices are probably at the sex places.... And
it will serve you right, too - you won't be able to
choose then whether you want to take dick or not, or
not even agree to jerk around with your best buddy! 
They have ways of getting you to have sex, just as
Rooney gets you to work.  And do that 'extra ten
percent', too.  In fact when I'm back on my feet again
I'll probably go along and fuck you there, and see how
they've trained you to take it willingly, rather than
tied down to a horse!"

That caused me to think.  I could see he was probably
telling the truth, and I didn't even like to speculate
on the ways they'd use to get a man to have sex
"willingly"!  So I just said "What's the problem,
Rob", just as I used to in the old days ,since we were
kids, and he used to tell me everything and rely on me
to help him out of scrapes.

"You know how I had rubella when we were in Junior
High?  Well, it left me firing blanks.  I didn't think
it mattered - I still shoot a whole load of stuff,
still have erections or anything, but I just can't
father kids.  I never told Karen as I thought she
didn't want any either because of spoiling her figure,
and it was all OK -  she didn't have to take the pill,
which pleased her, and we never had to use those
disgusting condoms and had really great intimate sex -
I told her I was in a trial of a new male
contraceptive pill.    Well it was OK until her
interfering father started going on and on about
grandchildren.  And Karen agreed, as she knows that
this house, the money, everything, is dependent on her
dad keeping me as a junior partner in the firm.  So if
her dad wants something, Karen sees he gets it!"

"She told me to stop taking the male contraceptive -
easy for me, of course, as I was fooling her with
taking aspirin -  and we fucked away like rabbits. 
And then when she still didn't conceive, she started
talking about tests... And today she told me she'd
gone off and had them, and there's nothing wrong with
her.... So I've got to go and have tests.... And
they'll tell her and her father...."

"No they won't!", I cut in. "Medical
confidentiality..."

"Her father plays golf with the best fertility
specialist hereabouts.  In the locker room, her father
will ask, discretely of course... There'll be a lot of
'coded conversation'... nothing definite will be said
of course, but there will be a lot of oblique
references and nods of the head,  and my secret will
be out, and then he'll tell Karen to divorce me and
marry someone who's fertile... And then I'll be out of
the firm too... So no job, no home, no money..." 

"So I may as well fuck you now, Steve", he went on,
"As I won't have to spend money at a sex shop after
I've sold your indenture..."  

His robe had fallen completely open as he'd been
throwing himself around a bit as he sobbed all this
out, and my old buddy's dick was now pressed into my
thigh.  He clearly didn't have a problem
"mechanically", I knew from my previous experiences. 
But I didn't like the idea of having to have sex with
him now, in front of Craig.

Craig slid effortlessly to his feet now, and put his
arm protectively around my shoulder.  "If I could show
you a way to get your wife pregnant, all this would be
unnecessary....", he said to Rob.

"Yes, but I've told you..."

Craig said quietly "Hold still!", and put his other
arm around Rob so that we were standing there, naked
together, in a triangle.  "OK, Steve", he said to me,
"Jerk off, and spray your cum all over Master Rob's
dick."

"What?"

"You heard me!  Spray your cum all over his dick. 
Then jerk me off and do the same.  And then you,
Master Rob, trip back up to that wife of yours and
fuck her again:  it doesn't much matter that the cum
isn't pumped out into her - as long as you get your
dick right in, and get some of our cum up there, our
little swimmers will do the rest."

Rob didn't say anything, and I got one of those looks
from Craig that told me to get into action before the
moment was lost.  It felt so odd standing there
jerking off like that - I mean, I don't usually like
to do it standing up anyway, and having my old buddy
watching me....   Still, I started to stroke myself,
and soon got a head of steam up.  When  I was about to
cum I pushed myself towards Rob and held my dick
almost touching his , so that as my cum splashed out
of me it hit his dick good and square on. 

"One down, one to go", Craig said calmly, and still
holding Rob and me, as if not to break the spell, he
nodded for me to jerk him off.  Well I'd done it lots
of times before, of course - and I loved the warm,
silky feel of Craig's dick, the rock-solidness of it
surrounded by all that delicate skin.   I knew just
what strokes turned him on and gave him the most
pleasure, and was rewarded by several little moans and
gasps as I efficiently brought him to climax, so that
his cum too spattered all along Rob's dick.

"OK, sir.... Off you go...", Craig said, as if it was
the most normal thing in the world.    Rob was
absolutely speechless, and said nothing.  He looked
down at his dick, covered in our cum, and indeed some
globs of it were hanging down, about to fall off. 
Craig noticed this, and casually, just as if he was
touching his own dick, he reached down and stroked
Rob's dick a few times, making sure our cum was spread
along the whole length, and paying particular
attention to giving Rob's dick head a real coating. 
"Off you go, sir", he said again.  "Cum has a life of
about two to three hours, but the sooner you get it
in, the more chance we have of conception...."

Rob almost dragged himself out of the room  looking
utterly dazed and confused.  He seemed to have sobered
up instantly.  And as he closed the door behind him,
not locking it, Craig looked at me.  "What a pathetic
guy!  Was that really your best buddy?"

"Yes... All through school...."

"Fancy standing there and letting two guys smear your
dick with their cum!  And then going off to let your
dick be used just as a sperm injector!  And, Steve,
the irony of it is that he's supposed to be the
master, and we're just the indentured servants!  Well,
at least we're proud, real men, not like that pathetic
creature."

"Look, it's not Rob's fault he got that disease..."

"No, Steve.  But it is his fault that he can't control
his bitch and her father.  And it is his fault that he
doesn't treat you decently.  And it is his fault that
he allows guys to jerk all over him and coat his dick
with cum..."   

I cut in to say that Rob used to be a nice guy, but
Craig was almost laughing.  "You know, Steve, I do
sometimes wonder about you - you've picked me as your
best buddy at Rooney's:  and can I trust your
judgement, having seen that pathetic creature?  Still,
not to worry - I guess we're going to have to do that
all week.... But the silly fucker's left the door
open.... Fancy a midnight swim in that pool of theirs?
 Let's piss into it, while we've got the chance!"

End Of Part 14