Date: Sat, 4 Jun 2005 04:06:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Labourer, Part 23

THE LABOURER  by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 23

It was a real relief to be able to work at Rooney's
contracts during the break between semesters.  I then
only had to endure the weekends of humiliation,
serving my father and Joe.  I soon got all my strength
back, and the sex wit the other guys and with Craig
was spectacular - somehow, when I was in the passion
of fucking I could completely forget all my cares and
worries and just enjoy "the moment", just totally let
go and have that deep, buried part of me, the
primitive part, the part that has never been
civilised, take over.  And afterwards, as I was lying
with Craig, I'd see that sexy half-smile on his face,
and I'd demand to know what he was amused at.  "Oh,
Steve, it's just that you can't see yourself when
you're fucking", he whispered. "I saw you just then
with Chet, and I've never seen anything like it - the
sheer intensity and enthusiasm you put into it.  I
don't know how you do it..."

"So do you want a live demonstration?  It's a long
time since you let me fuck you..."

"No way!  I don't think my ass could take such a
pounding.  How about you letting me show you how a
real top does it?  Total control, that's me...."

I put my head down and gave one of Craig's nips a
little gentle bite, and he convulsed with laughter,
and tried to push my head away, only to have me
suddenly lunge at his other nip.  He's so sensitive
there, like a lot of top guys, and he was soon
wriggling and doing everything he could to avoid my
playful lips and teeth.  "So what's all this about
control?", I asked him finally.  "You can't even keep
still for a few moments in bed..."

It was great.  We perfectly understood each other.  We
each knew what the other liked, and how far we could
go.  We could just lie there and caress each other, or
we could be playful, or jerk each other off, or
whatever... It was just the way that it ought to be
between two men who are each others best buddies.  But
sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night, feel
Craig's body wrapped around mine, all our limbs
intertwined, feel his breath on my skin, smell the
heady odour of his male form assailing my nostrils,
and for a moment I'd be happy, deliriously happy, so
glad that in spite of everything, I'd found this
perfect companion.  But then after a few seconds that
wonderful feeling of total joy would evaporate, and
I'd start to worry:  what was going to happen to us?
What was my father going to do with me?  Would Mister
Rooney sell Craig on?  We could be broken apart in an
instant, we had no control over our lives, none at
all.  It must be tough when two lovers fall out and
break up in ordinary life, but at least they have a
choice about it:  we were utterly powerless to be able
to prevent our lives being ruined.

I tried to talk about this to Craig once, but he just
shrugged.  "Look, Steve, there's no point in worrying
about things that you can't change.  It's like
worrying about the weather - it affects you, but
there's not a fuck you can do about it.  When I was in
jail I met a couple of guys who I liked - well, not as
much as you - but we were close, real close.  Then I
got free - it was my first couple of sentences, and I
was only doing a year or two - and they were left
inside.  So even though we'd been the closest of fuck
buddies, and you do get really close to other guys
when you're in a tiny cell, twenty hours a day, we
were just split up, just like that.  It was tough at
the time, but you get used to it.  If either of us is
sold, then that's it:  that's what happens to
prisoners, indentured servants, and slaves.  I guess
it's part of the punishment, a part you don't think
about, until it's happened."

I shuddered inwardly as he said this.  If it occurred
to my father that splitting us up was a punishment, I
felt certain that he'd do it - perhaps just get Mister
Rooney to sell Craig, or something.  But life has to
go on, doesn't it?  I think Craig's attitude, to not
worry about the things you can't change, is pretty
cool, but try as I might, it just didn't seem to fit
with my way of seeing things, and I still worried a
lot.  I mean, I'm used to being the sort of guy who
likes things my own way- I can appear to be idle and
not do anything for quite a long time, like when my
apartment used to look like a rubbish tip, but once I
decided to act, then it was swift and decisive, and it
would look like a palace the next day.  A silly
example, I know, but that's the way I am -  I accept
things that others might find unpleasant, but then
I'll flip into "action" mode and move heaven and earth
to make things better.  Now the total powerlessness of
my situation just added to my difficulties, as there
was no way  I could act, however bad things got.

The overseers, who once I thought were the most
diabolical guys on earth, always using the tawse and
cane on us, gradually seemed to become nicer guys.  If
 I looked at it dispassionately, I saw that they were
only doing their jobs:  Mister Rooney gave them quotas
to achieve, and standards to be maintained, and they
were all on some sort of incentive scheme.   And at
the end of the day, how could they make a load of
indentured servants really perform, really deliver the
goods?  Society had said that it was perfectly
acceptable to use "non harmful" physical coercion on
us, and so they did:  to do their jobs properly, they
used the tools available to them, just as we in turn
had to use the tools provided to us to do our jobs.
Once I saw that they were not arbitrary in their
tawsing and caning, but were almost scientific about
it, knowing when we really needed to be "encouraged"
to achieve our maximum efforts, I started to relax a
bit, and as  I relaxed, it seemed to make it easier
for both the overseers and me.  I knew there was
nothing personal in it - they didn't beat me because
they disliked me or anything, but just to ensure that
I really did perform.  And, given that I'd known that
when I first entered into this indentured servitude
thing, I couldn't really complain, could I?

I didn't even mind when they wanted a few additional
things from me - Ryan in particular liked to have his
dick sucked occasionally, and he used all the guys
almost randomly.  The first time he chose me and told
me to get on my knees and get his dick out, I almost
hit him:  I mean, I don't mind sucking Craig's dick,
but I really only like other guys doing it to me, not
me doing it to them.  But I didn't have any choice in
the matter, did I? So I made a workmanlike job of it.

I knew enough about the way that the other guys sucked
me that it isn't just the physical action as you lick,
suck and slurp at the dick:  a man likes to be
appreciated, doesn't he?  And so you like to hear the
sucker making a lot of appreciative noises and so on.
So I did this to Ryan, even though I hated it really,
and it seemed to fool him as afterwards, as I still
knelt there, my mouth full of his cum,  he took my
chin on one hand and stroked my head almost
affectionately.  "Fucking good job, Steve!", he said.
"I thought I was going to have trouble with you, with
your reputation as a top.  But you really know how to
please a man."

"Thank you, sir.  It's not hard, with a dick like
yours...."  I was lying, of course, but why not?  A
few little lies like that don't hurt anyone, do they?
And they certainly make the world go around a whole
lot easier.  "Yes, sir, I like to play with a nice
'skin like yours - none of the guys here has one, not
even me, any more.  So it's a real change.  Thank you,
sir."

"You're the first guy who's ever said that to me,
Steve."

"Well, sir, all the other guys here were mostly cut at
birth, so they don't remember the fun a guy gets when
his 'skin is used properly.  As you know, I only lost
mine when Mister Rooney had me whipped, and I can
still remember what it's like..."

He laughed.  "Oh yes, I recollect that whipping.....
But perhaps it's better for you - the amount of
fucking you do, it's kind of sleeker, more streamlined
the way you are now.  Anyway, back to work...."

He started to tuck his dick back into his pants as I
continued to kneel there, and I decided to try to
butter him up some more.  "Please don't sir...", I
whispered.  "It's made me so horny taking your dick.
Can I jerk off whilst I can still see it?"

I saw him looking at me in amazement, and he nodded
slowly.  I undid my shorts and pushed them open so
that my own erection sprang upwards, then I pushed my
face into his crotch, letting his dick lie alongside
my nose, put one arm around his butt to hold him close
to me, and began to jerk off with my other hand.  It
wasn't bad, actually - the male scent fro his crotch
and the feeling of a dick along your face is a bit of
a turn on.  I made lots of "Oh..." and "Arrr..."
noises, and soon shot my load.  Then I scrambled to my
feet, smiled at him, and said "Thank you, sir... That
was so sexy."

It had been easy to bolster his ego like that - it's
not a bad thing to jerk off in the middle of the day,
after all, and he'd certainly found it erotic to have
a big, muscled stud like me wanting to jerk myself off
whilst his dick and crotch were in my face.  And ever
after that, Ryan was always especially nice to me - if
there was a choice assignment and he was in charge of
manpower allocation that day, I got it; and of course
he always kept Craig and me working together if he
could.  Sure, I had to suck him off occasionally, and
I was always wondering if he was going to demand more,
and want to take my ass.  Craig had seen me doing
this, and had almost sniggered "You're fucking lucky,
Steve, that it's Ryan who's taken a fancy to you!  I
can see how you're teasing the guy to get a few
favours, but don't try it with any of the others or
they will take you seriously, and then, buddy, you
won't be ale to stop them pushing their dicks up your
ass, like you stop me...!"

"Hey, I only do it to make life easy for both of us.
But why do you think Ryan won't want to go further?"

"He's only been married a year or so, and the fun of
that hasn't worn off yet - I bet that little wife of
his is still opening her legs as often as Ryan wants.
The other overseers have all been married longer...
So I guess Ryan just wants a little light relief at
the office, and isn't into anything more serious..."

"They're all married?  But they all use us
sexually..."

"Sure, and why not?  Look, Steve, you really are the
innocent, aren't you?  Think about it - millions of
years ago, most of the women would be pregnant all the
time:  as soon as they dropped one kid, they'd be
knocked up immediately.  And it's not much fun to fuck
in the last few months of pregnancy, is it?  So what
do you think all those primitive hunters did - they
fucked each other, of course!  Every guy wants to
fuck, all the time, Steve - you know that.  So even
for guys who like women, that urge is there and given
the chance, they all take it- it's natural, built in
to us.  A whole lot of the guys I've fucked with have
been married, happily so, most of them, too, just
looking for a bit of fun on the side.  It's just
natural."

"Oh, come on..."

"Hey, Steve, you used to fuck around, didn't you?
You're always telling me how you were the town stud
and all that...  Did you ever think you were going to
really appreciate another guy's ass?"

"No..."

"But when you tried it, you liked it, right?  No, not
just liked it, developed a real craving for it.  So
what makes you think that you're so special?   Men
having sex with other men is perfectly normal, it's
been going on for millions of years.  It's only lack
of opportunity, or fear of getting 'caught' that
prevents every guy on the planet form having real sex
with another man. It's only the stupid christians in
the last century or so who've tried to make out that
it's in some way wrong, and try to lay a guilt trip on
everyone.  But then, they don't think you should have
any sort of sex for fun."

Somehow there didn't seem to be any way that you could
argue against that, as what Craig said made perfect
sense.

Still, it was helpful to have these tiny "favours"
form Ryan, and one day Craig and I were put together
and again "delivered" to Rob's house.  Since we were
last there, Rob had been showing his power and success
by having a new wing added  (the local papers had said
that "he and his society hostess wife were adding a
new nursery, playroom, and nanny's quarters for their
infant son, Robert Junior", which had made me laugh.
But now it was finished, and Rooney's Contracts had
been called in to generally clean the place up,
re-plant the shrubberies that the builders had
disturbed, and at the same time extend the terrace -
we'd done all around the pool last time, and now it
had been decided to rip it all up and do the whole lot
"consistently".

"Shit, Steve!", Craig joked as we stood there waiting
for Rob to come out. "Now I've got to crawl around
looking at that bare ass of yours all day, watching
those balls of yours swing  around between your thighs
as we are on our knees laying this stuff.  Do you
remember the way that bitch made us work naked, just
because we were in the pool area?"

"Yes, and that condom-think clipped to our pubes, so
we couldn't piss", I reminded him, ruefully.  Not
being able to piss when you're working is really hard
on a guy, isn't it?

We stood here until Rob came out, just enjoying the
sunshine.  Then, when he appeared, he gave us all his
stupid orders - "be careful of this", "don't touch
that", "this is freshly painted and  I want it kept
clean", all that sort of crap.  For fuck's sake, we
were meant to be there working at a construction
project.  Then he told us to drop our shorts, and he
pulled out a couple of the condom things he'd used
last time.

"OK, guys, slide these on, and snap the clip on your
pubes", he told us, unashamedly staring hard at our
dicks.  "You know, Steve, I really do think that
having you 'skinned improved your general look - that
dick of yours is so much more interesting now I can
see the head all the time.  You always turned away
form the other guys in the showers when you 'skinned
back to wash at school, and I always wondered what
your dick head would look like... So much more
sensible of Rooney to have you clipped.  But then, a
lot of things have changed since school days, haven't
they?"

I knew enough now about being a slave to know that
free men always wanted to be answered, or else they
had the perfect excuse to tawse you or cane you.  I
didn't want the day to start with a stinging ass or
sore shoulders, so I just said meekly "Sir, yes, sir,
they have."
"Yes indeed, Steve the stud:  who would never let his
buddy even take a good look at his body, or even just
do a bit of harmless jerking off together. And now
it's Steve the slave, and I can have not only your
dick, but your ass, any time I want."

"With respect, sir, you can't", I cut in quietly.
"You sold my indenture to my father, and he now
controls me.  I guess you can have my ass, but you'd
have to ask him.... You do remember my father, I'm
sure, sir, from when you used to come to our house all
the time - he's a reasonable man, and I'm sure if one
of our most respected lawyers asked him, he'd surely
agree..."

I could see Craig start to laugh as I sad this, then
controlled himself.  But even so, Rob clearly knew
that  I was making fun of him.  Then a dreadful
thought struck me - my father was now fucking Joe,
after all, so perhaps he wouldn't find it odd that Rob
might want to fuck me, if Rob plucked up the courage
to ask.  But I didn't think he would, as Karen would
almost certainly complain if she ever found out, and I
personally wasn't convinced about Rob's prowess as a
lawyer - he hadn't been all that bright at school, his
father had probably paid huge sums to get him through
college, and he owed his current position to his
father in law. No, he wouldn't want to risk any of
that.

Craig and I started to pull the hateful condoms on -
how on earth do guys use these all the time?  But just
as we were finishing, Karen came out to join her
husband.  "Rob, why have you got those men naked?",
she demanded.

"Well, dear, you always like men working  in the pool
areas to be nude - remember how much we had to pay
that electrician who you insisted stripped to the buff
before he could fix the lights - and I thought...."

She turned to us and snapped "I might have known it!
Steve, always wanting to show off!  Pull your shorts
back up, both of you!", and then in a quieter tone she
went on "It's not right for Rob Junior to have to see
naked men, is it?  It might set him wrong for life..."

Rob just shrugged, said "Just as you say, dear", then
had some private conversation with her.  We could only
hear snatches of it, but he was saying he'd be out all
day, and then "...and if there's any trouble, any
trouble at all, from those two, press button one on
the phone without delay.  That will bring the security
company racing here, they'll cuff the slaves, and have
them out of here in no time at all.  So don't
worry..."

"I'm not worried, Rob!  You are an idiot sometimes!
My father has had indentured servants for years, and
I'm perfectly capable of managing and controlling
them!"

Rob left then, and in fact we didn't have any trouble
form Karen all day - she sat on a lounger and watched
us for a bit, but we were working hard and even she
couldn't find anything to complain about.  We were
rewarded with a lot of sights of Rob Junior, though,
as his nanny played with him in the grounds, and fed
him his lunch out of the terrace.  We took our own
short break then, and we were both boiling hot as the
sun had been unexpectedly strong that day.  I went
over to Karen, and said, as politely as I could,
"Ma'am, we'd be very grateful if we could have a quick
swim in your pool.  We're very hot, and we could work
much easier this afternoon..."

"Certainly not!  Who ever heard of such a thing.
You're both covered in sweat, and you'd contaminate
the water, especially as my husband did not finish
fitting the penis covers on you this morning.  And
you've got no swimming shorts -  I don't want those
filthy things you're wearing now anywhere near my
pool"

"But ma'am, there  are thousands of gallons of water
in the pool, and certainly less than a few ounces of
sweat on us, so there's no risk of contamination.  And
we won't pi... urinate, I promise.  And we could swim
naked, ma'am... That's the best way, anyway...", I
ended with a smile, hoping that would please her.

"I said 'no', slave!  Absolutely not.  I am certainly
not having two naked men running around here today,
not with my infant son here.  You'd probably corrupt
him."

All I could do was shrug and walk away, but then when
I sat down by Craig again, I muttered to him "Bitch!
As if it would hurt!  And as for 'corrupting' Rob
Junior, I wonder how she'd feel if she knew it was our
semen that impregnated her?  I've half a mind to go
over there and tell her that that husband of hers was
just acting as a dildo for our seed that night!"

"Don't be such a fucking idiot, Steve!  If you did
that they'd certainly do DNA tests or something, and
then the kid would probably be thrown out!  You're
always telling me how awful it was for Joe to have a
poor home life, so how do you think Rob Junior would
fare in an orphanage?  He'd be a slave at sixteen,
just like Joe."

He became serious for a moment, very unlike Craig, and
said quietly "Look, I know I've fucked up my life and
I'm a slave now, but I'd like to think my kid was
going to do better.  I like the idea of my genes going
on to the next generation.  And I want my son to do
well..."

"Hey, Craig, what's all this 'my son' crap?  He's
equally likely to be mine, as yours - we both spunked
up Rob, if you remember."

Craig's mood of seriousness had gone though, as he dug
me in the ribs playfully, with his elbow.  "Of course
he's mine, Steve!  My cum's much more lively than
yours!  My little swimmers would have beaten yours up
that bitch any day!".  We both laughed, but it did
make me think - Craig and I were pretty much alike
physically, and there was no way of telling from
looking at the kid at this age who he might take
after.

It really was hard working that afternoon, though, as
the afternoon sun was even stronger than the morning.
And seeing the pool lapping away there, so cool so
inviting, made it much worse:  if you're on a normal
site, you don't have that additional dimension, thank
god.  And we had to keep working until about eight, as
Rob had told us we had to carry on until he got home,
and he was presumably held up at the office.  He
stomped around inspecting everything, and criticising
most of it, then told us that, as before , we were
going to be locked into the pool house that night so
we could start work again firs thing the following
morning.  Craig and  I didn't care, as  it would be
good to spend the night alone, and when he'd unlocked
the musty place, we rummaged around, found some
abandoned mattresses from loungers, and were soon
lying together just enjoying being close.

When the door opened much later that evening, I soon
realised we were in for a re-run of what had happened
before.  Rob was drunk, almost belligerently so, and
swaggered in and stood in front of us as we lay there.
 "On your feet, fucking slaves!  Don't you have any
manners?", he demanded.

I scrambled up and almost instinctively now dropped
into the "subservient" position, but Craig uncurled
his body and moved almost languidly to stand there,
slouching as if he was a free man.

"Right, you men, jerk off, and be careful to catch the
cum in your hands.", Rob almost shouted at us.

"Why?"   Craig sounded almost rude.

"Fucking slave!  Because I say so.  I want to see you
to jerking off.  You're slaves.  I'm a man.  Slaves do
what men tell them to.  And I want to see you both
jerking off."

I listened almost in horror as Craig went on "If you
want our cum to impregnate that bitch of yours again,
you're going to have to pay for it."

"You fucking slave, do as  I say, now... Or I'll have
you punished."

"And I'll tell wifey about our last visit here.  Does
Rob Junior even look much like you?  Will she believe
you, or will she have tests done?  No, I think you're
gong to have to pay you for our services this time."

Rob looked furious, then reached into his pocket and
threw two twenty dollar bills on to the floor.  Craig
just sneered "Twenty bucks for a load of my cum?
That's not much."

"All right.  A hundred then..."

"That's no good, either.  When do you think Steve and
me can spend money?  Have you ever seen a slave in
stores?    No, we want something else...."

"What?  I'm not bargaining with slaves.  Men don't
bargain with slaves.  I may agree to a reasonable
request, but I don't bargain."

"Oh I think you will.  You see Steve and I want
something special from you.  It's not hard really -
it's something you've taken from Steve, anyway, so it
can't be much of a problem for you."

Rob just stood there, looking mystified, and Craig
went on "Yes, we want your ass.  Steve and I are
missing the other guys, locked up here in your dingy
pool house, and as the only available ass around here
is yours, we want it.  Now strip off those clothes,
and let's have a bit of real man to man sex."

"Absolutely not!  I'm a married man, and I don't have
sex with men."

"You fucked Steve.  He told me."

"Yes, but you're slaves."

"So it's OK to fuck a slave, but not to have a slave
fuck you?"

Rob just stood there.  Now my suspicions that he
wasn't a good lawyer were proved correct, as he wasn't
even able to think of a good response to that!  Craig
stared him down, and said quietly "Get naked, now!
Otherwise one of us will grab you whilst the other one
runs into the house and has a little talk with  your
wife.  And don't threaten us with a whipping - it
would be worth it, just for the sport first.  You
can't stop both of us, you know..."

A shudder ran through me as Craig said this:  he had
never been whipped, whereas I was absolutely certain
that doing what he said was not worth a whipping, not
worth it at all.

Rob continued to stand there, and Craig snapped "I'm
waiting.... If you're not naked in ten seconds, I'm
going to grab hold of you whilst Steve here goes in to
the house..."

To my huge relief, Rob started to pull off the loose
sweat shirt that he'd been wearing, then dropped the
baggy long shorts that I suppose was what he wore in
bed.  His body was pale and vaguely unhealthy looking
in the moonlight which was all that illuminated the
interior of the pool house.

Craig went over to Rob, and began to run his hands
lightly over his body.  Rob pulled away, and Craig
snapped "Stand still!  I expect you've done this often
enough to servants you're going to buy... Now it's my
turn:  let me inspect you, properly...."

Ad Rob almost visibly shrank with embarrassment,
Craig's muscled body moved around him, his hands
playing over his back, butt, and then up his thighs,
to finally cup his balls in one hand, and stroke his
dick with the other.  Craig winked at me and said
"Very flabby, and out of tone.  But nothing that  a
few weeks really hard work under the tawse and cane
couldn't cure.  This ass would be really fuckable if
he didn't sit on it all day at a desk and did some
real work.  Was he like this at school?"

"No, he was a jock, like me."

"Well we'd better make the best of a bad job... On
your hands and knees....."

Rob went to protest, but somehow, now that he was
naked, he'd lost whatever small shred of authority
he'd had.  Almost meekly and resignedly, he knelt
there as Craig snapped "Shoulders down on the floor,
and get that butt nice and high up for me."

I began to wonder whether Rob's almost meek acceptance
of that humiliating inspection and his positioning
ready to be fucked was because he really was worried
about Karen discovering his secret; or could it be
that he secretly thrilled to be treated like a slave,
revelling in being humiliated like this?  Or, perhaps,
it was just that Craig was always so very much in
charge in sexual matters that there was some
mysterious force communicating itself to another of
guys he was about to fuck.

When Rob was a little slow in obeying, Craig slapped
him on the butt in the same masterful way I'd seen him
use with other servants, then stood there, teasing his
dick up and down Rob's ass crack.  As I watched, I saw
that look of pleasure gradually come over Craig's face
as his dick evidently got more and more excited, then
I heard him mutter OK, fella, here it comes...."

He'd positioned himself at Rob's hole, and now he
thrust his hips forward almost viciously to impale Rob
on his dick  Rob gave a little shout, and then, as
Craig started to fuck him, moaned and cried out almost
continuously.

As I watched Craig's beautiful butt and handsome,
muscled masculine back working away, I could tell from
long familiarity that he was approaching his climax.
He pulled out, and with what must have been almost
supreme self control, he pushed at Rob, turning him
over onto his back, and then gave a couple of quick
strokes at his dick so that his cum shot out all over
Rob's face and chest.   He stood there then, looking
down at the cum running over Rob, and said "Is that OK
for you now, then?  Enough cum there to do the job?"

Rob just lay there, saying nothing, and Craig  turned
to me.  "Your turn now, Steve.  But don't expect too
much.  He's nice and tight, as I think he was probably
a virgin, but his body is enough to turn you off when
you're used to proper guys, as we are..."

I hesitated a bit, and Craig looked at me.  "Go on,
get stuck in..."

I looked at Rob, lying there on the floor, and went
and knelt between his legs.  The smell of Craig's cum,
the sight of his powerful body watching me, and the
thought of Rob lying there waiting for me to violate
him, to pay him back for all he'd done to me, meant
that I was rock hard and even without touching myself,
small drops of pre-cum were oozing out of my dick.   I
picked up Rob's ankles, and went to put them on my
shoulders, almost dragging his body across the floor
to position myself for a really deep fuck.  My dick
touched his ass, and he cried out even though  I was
not yet forcing myself in to him.  Then I stopped, and
looked down at him lying there helpless underneath me.

"I could fuck you, Rob.  And there's not a blind thing
you could do about it, you know that, don't you?
You've had Craig up you, and you can't stop me - Craig
was right, wasn't he?  You daren't risk us telling
Karen.  So I could fuck you, fuck you until you begged
for mercy."

"Do you remember when you fucked me, Rob?  That first
time?   When I was strapped down completely helpless
on that horse?  I didn't want you to do it, Rob, and
you forced yourself into me.  And now the positions
are reversed:  you don't want me in you, and you're
helpless, powerless to stop me.  I don't need to have
you strapped down, though:  your puny body can't stop
a real man from doing whatever he wants."

I took a deep breath, and went on "That as no way to
treat a buddy, Rob, no way at all.  I trusted you,
Rob, trusted you to hold my indenture.  Then you got
it extended, then you got me enslaved!  You fucked me,
Rob, and you fucked up my life.  So now I can fuck
you, Rob, and perhaps I'll fuck up your life, too -
perhaps I'll let our little secret out to Karen
anyway:  what would that do to your marriage, your
nice house, your fancy job, Rob?"

"Please, Steve... Please don't.  Look, I got sucked in
to it.  It seemed harmless at first, getting you
extended, and it's good to own a slave.... I needed a
bit of extra money, as with all the expenses of this
place and with Karen's father setting my salary, I
don't have anything of my own.  And I wanted just a
bit of 'mad' money for myself, to spend as I want...
I'm sorry, Steve...."

"You sold me as a slave, so you'd have some free
spending money?  I ought to tear your dick off, Rob,
not just fuck you!"   I was shouting now, completely
furious.

But then something happened.  He'd been a complete
asshole to me, but what was the point of my
retaliating?  As I thought this, some part of my brain
was genuinely surprised.  I was Steve, the guy who
always gave back as good as he got:  you mess with me,
you'd better be prepared to take the consequences.
But now it wasn't as if I was beaten or anything - I
held all the cards here, after all.  It's just that
there was no satisfaction in doing much about it - it
wasn't going to change the past, after all.  Maybe all
this college stuff was "civilising" me, I don't know!

I stared down at his whimpering, cringing form, and
added "But it's not worth it, Rob.  I can't be
bothered to waste my time fucking you - there are
better asses than yours to fuck, and you're simply not
worth it.  You're a totally worthless piece of shit,
and I can't be bothered to waste my time and effort on
you."

As I said this, my voice deep and authoritative, I
began to stroke my dick, and within seconds my cum
fountained out to join Craig's running down Rob's face
and body.  I carried on staring at him, and went on
"That's all you're worth, Rob:  just something for
real men to cum over!  Now, get out of here, as you're
not wanted:  this is a place for real men, men like
Craig and me, who look after our buddies and are true
friends.  Get your worthless ass out of here, now:
you're not fit to be in the company of proper guys."

I deliberately turned my back on him, walked over to
Craig, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him
deeply.  We both turned, and saw Craig frantically
wiping our cum off his face and body and wiping it
onto his dick.  Jesus Christ, what a slime ball he
was.

End Of Part 23