Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2004 03:52:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Willing Slave, Parts 11&12 (MM NC BDSM FANT)

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 11

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Although Jack was younger than me he was sexually much
more experienced.  I'd always lived a 'straight' life
at home with my brothers, going to the local slave
school, and generally getting ready to be enslaved. 
But in his neighborhood once young men destined for
slavery became mature they started to have sex with
each other:  some of them were gay already, of course,
but it was the habit there to introduce all young 
future slaves to the pleasures of proper sex. And at
his pony training ranch the proprietor and trainers
firmly believed that good, regular sex was an enormous
help in getting ponies' bodies properly fit and tough.
It seems that Jack had only been waiting for some move
on my part, as he too wanted the comfort of another
strong virile body wrapped around him at night and had
really been missing the pleasure that another man can
bring.

As we lay there together that first night we didn't do
all that much:  we hugged each other and felt our
dicks stabbing at each others' bodies, then we jerked
each other off - even on that first occasion I
remember that we managed to both cum simultaneously,
so that we drenched each other with our hot semen. 
Then we slept, arms around each other, faces together
so that our breath mingled, and only woke up when it
was time for work the next morning.  The other slaves
looked at us in amazement,  as up until this time they
had never been any such overt sex in our dorm, except
for one handyman and a gardener who were known to be
"together".  Joe winked broadly at me as we stood in
the showers, and said "I always knew you'd go for it
in a big way one day.... I'm just sorry it wasn't with
me!"

My life looked as if it was set to be perfect!  My
owner and Master Scott were still away, and the pain
from my piercing had mostly subsided.  I reveled in
working alongside Joe pulling the giant mowers, and I
was eagerly waiting for the evening when Jack would be
back from the city after pulling my former owner's
trap to and from the office, just as I had used to do.
 Even Mistress Linda-Anne was away, so I knew that I
wasn't going to have to be used as a sex toy, and as I
thought about saving my cum for Jack, I was of course
erect.  Fortunately, with my owner away, the Overseer
had let me wear ordinary slave shorts so I had a
little freedom of movement, and as I trudged on up and
down the lawns the tip of my dick constantly rubbed
against the fabric of the shorts, adding to the
pent-up excitement in me.  I suppose that is one
advantage of being made to were a tiny pouch as your
work clothes - your dick is so squashed inside it,
especially if you do start to have an erection, that
there's no further excitement induced by its movement
against your sensitive dick head.

Normally I might have gone away and jerked off when we
had our midday break, but I was so keen to keep myself
for Jack that night that instead I lay by Joe in the
shade under one of the huge oak trees.  He looked
across at me, and grinned.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You, Steve.  You've been sporting a huge boner all
morning, and now the way those shorts are tenting out
is positively amazing!  Sex with young Jack must suit
you."

I blushed a bit, as I still wasn't used to talking
about sex.  "So what changed you?", he went on.

"I suppose it was those things I had to do when I was
away.... After all the humiliation of the so-called
games, I was amazed how the other guys all enjoyed
each other.  And I joined in - well, I had to
really.... And then I found how much fun it was.  I
realise now what I've been missing all these years."

"Well, be careful, Steve.  It's not a good idea to
become too attached to another slave.  Remember, your
owner can sell you off at any time.  And I think
Master Scott would rather enjoy recommending Master
Jason to do that - if he found you and Jack were
really 'together', it would show his power over  you
to simply sell you, away from this house.  That's
always the risk....."

"No, Joe, he wouldn't do that.  He knows he'd never
find a better pony."

"Don't be so fucking naive!  Of course he could find
another pony, one that's just the same as you.  He
could send away to the same ranch, where they use the
same training methods.... Just remember, it's easy for
an owner to sell a slave and disrupt that guy's life
totally.  So don't get too attached to Jack - you and
he are both young guys, and there's no harm at all in
enjoying each other.  It's good for you both.  But
don't let that physical pleasure turn into anything
else, or you'll get hurt.   Believe me."

"Well, OK.  I hear you.  But it won't happen."

"Yes it will, Steve.  If you and Jack have fantastic
sex, that's great.  But the tendency then is for the
two guys to start to mean something to each other. 
And then, if either of you is sold, there's a whole
lot of upset when your lives are pulled apart.  And
your owner doesn't even have to sell you - suppose he
decides to move out of this house and get a city
apartment:  you and Jack would be pulled apart anyway.
  So I'm saying that you shouldn't let it happen:  you
and Jack are both strong, fit men and it's good that
you're having great sex together.  But that should be
all.  You'd be much better off playing the field a
bit, and making out with some of the other slaves as
well so that you and Jack don't get too exclusive."

"I suppose all this is because you want to fuck me!"

"Well, actually, yes.  Who wouldn't want to fuck you? 
Look at yourself - supremely fit, fantastic body, and
even quite handsome, in spite of that ring through
your snout.  But I'm not talking to you like this
because of that - if I'd wanted to fuck you, I've had
plenty of time to make my move, after all.  How long
have you been here?"

"Five years, I guess."

"Exactly.  I've looked at your body for five years,
and, yes, I would like to fuck you.  But I've always
thought you didn't want to.  I always think that it's
hard enough being a slave anyway, having your whole
life totally controlled, and so you do need a tiny
part of it that's under your own control.  So I always
thought you wanted to control your own sexuality, and
didn't push you into jerking off with me, or fucking,
or anything.  And now you have decided you like sex,
it's too late, as you've got Jack."

"Joe.... I'm sorry...  I didn't know..... "

"Look, Steve, all men need sex.  But a lot of us have
to just put up with our own hands.  My advice to you
is to make the most of Jack whilst you can, but just
think of it as great recreation, and a proper outlet
for your sex drive.  Don't let it go further than
that.... Or you'll get hurt."

I saw him look away slightly as he said that, as if
remembering something.

"Did that happen to you, Joe?"

He took a long time to reply.  "Yes.  Another slave
and I were more than just fuck buddies... We really
loved each other.  If we'd been free, I think we'd
have lived our whole lives together. But then I was
sold, and came here, and I've never seen him or heard
of him again - the owner here had me shipped from the
West Coast as he'd seen me in a slave dealer's in Los
Angeles when he was on a business trip. And that's
impossibly far for two slaves to keep in touch with
each other.  We can't even phone, after all."

"Joe, I'm sorry...."

"Hey, it was a long time ago.  And I suppose it's all
part of the experience of being a slave.  We think our
lives are not under our own control every day as we
have to work at what we're given, have to sleep in the
dorms, and all that stuff.  But it's only when
something like that hits you that you realise what
having absolutely no freedom is all about."

I was much more subdued that afternoon.  Somehow my
mood of happy optimism had evaporated.  Of course I
was looking forward to Jack that night, but, somewhere
inside me, I knew it wasn't just about sex.  Or was
it?  I didn't know what to think, really.  I'd never
had sex before, and had no experience at dealing with
men as lovers.  Were my feelings for Jack just because
he was my first 'real' partner, one I'd chosen
willingly, rather  than having been forced to take? 
Or did guys always think about other guys like this? 
My dick seemed to know what it was about, as I was
still mostly erect that afternoon, but my brain was in
turmoil.

Waiting for the sound of Jack's trap as he pulled his
owner home from the tram stop was almost more than I
cold bear.  I hung around in the shrubs at the front,
straining to hear the wheels on the road (We were of
course allowed out in the grounds as there was no fear
of us escaping, being properly trained slaves.  But
the owner liked to see the front of the house clear,
with the lush green lawns sweeping up to the white
pillars, and so we were not allowed to hang around
there, where we might be seen).

Jack eventually did appear - slightly later than usual
- and he was pulling not only his owner but mine too,
as master Jason was traveling with his father.  Jack
pulled up smoothly at the front door and the two men
alighted, then he trotted around the back to put the
trap away.  I ran to greet him, and we hugged.  I
couldn't help myself - I reached down to feel for his
dick as we were doing this, as I so desperately wanted
the feel of him again.

"Hey, steady on, Steve.  Give a guy a break!  I've
just run from the tram stop with a double load, whilst
you've been idling around here today.  And you know
I've got to clean the trap before I'm off duty..."

Well I did, of course, as I'd done that very  thing so
many times when I pulled Jack's owner home:  he always
wanted the trap to be absolutely spotless and gleaming
the following morning, and so the last thing you did
every night, however tired you were, was to clean any
spots of road dust off the trap, and give it a final
polish.    But with two of us doing it, it didn't take
long, and Jack and I started to head towards the dorm
block.

"Come here, Jack", I almost whispered.  "No need to
run off...."

I threw my arms around him, and went to kiss him.

"Hey, Steve.  Cool it!  Lots of time for that.  I need
 a shower - I must stink of sweat."

I didn't care, in fact, quite the opposite:  the
fresh, manly smell coming off his body was helping to
drive me wild.  I hung on to his arm and pulled him
close to me, and then, almost as if in a frenzy, I
kissed him passionately whilst sliding my hands up
inside his T so that I could feel his hot, sweat-damp
body.  I rested one hand on his left pec, and started
to gently tease his nipple.   Jack responded now and
his tongue was beating time to mine as we kissed, and
his hands were now over my body, too.    

Our legs overlapped each other, and I could feel his
erect dick pressed against mine through the thin
fabric of our shorts, and then Jack's hand dove down
beneath the waistband of mine and his firm fingers
encircled my dick.  I followed suit, and felt the
tender hardness of his erect dick - there's nothing
quite like that sensation, is  there?  We both
simultaneously started to tease each others' dicks,
and our breathing became ragged and we had to break
off kissing for a moment.

"Jesus, Steve.... Stop that, or I'm going to cum right
now...."

"Me too!"

We broke apart, and stood looking at each other.  

"I can't wait for you to shower", I said, somewhat
amazed at my boldness - I wasn't used to the idea of
taking a lead in sex.  "I want you, right now."

We went back into the carriage shed and quickly threw
some of the cushions from the traps onto the floor. 
Then we peeled off our Ts - no, almost tore them off,
I think would be a more accurate description, and
pushed out shorts to the floor.

It's fantastic, isn't it, to grapple and roll around
with another guy when you're both naked and completely
hard?  We pulled each other towards ourselves, and the
sensation that went through my dick as it got squashed
between the muscular planes of my belly and Jack's
were better than anything I'd ever experienced.  We
were kissing deeply and hands were tweaking nipples
and running up and down bodies almost as if we were
trying to make one body from two.

I reached down and started to jerk Jack off, but he in
turn reached down and stopped me.  He put his hands on
either side of my head, and very gently pushed me down
towards his erect dick.  I whispered "What....?"

"Come on, Steve.  Suck me!  You know you want my dick
in your mouth, and I want to feel those hot lips of
ours around me...."    

I wasn't sure.  I'd never sucked a dick before, and
even though I'd learned to love the feel of the warm
hardness of one in my hands, I just wasn't certain
about it in my mouth.  But I couldn't disappoint Jack,
could I?  And so under his gentle but insistent
pressure I bent my head down towards his pubes.  My
nose filled with his scent - he'd been sweating as he
pulled the trap, and hadn't yet showered, but overlaid
on that was that wonderful male smell that comes from
the sweat glands in that area.  The heady male aroma
spurred me on, and I tentatively reached out with my
tongue and licked gently at his dick head.

The salty taste of his sweat excited me, overlain as
it was by a slight bitterness that I thought might be
piss, and something else.....   But I had no time to
stop as Jack continued to press down on my head,
pushing me further onto his erect member.  

I closed my lips on his shaft, and thrilled with the
sensation - you know how it is, the way the skin is
warm and enclosing something rock hard, but somehow
the actual skin itself is soft to the touch.  I bobbed
my head up and down once or twice, feeling Jack's
meaty flange bang against my teeth.

"Hey!  Careful, Steve!  No teeth", Jack whispered.

I wanted to say I was sorry, but you can't, with a
mouth full of dick, can you?  But I started to flush
with embarrassment, as I hated Jack to think that I
didn't know what I was doing - no one had ever told me
that you needed to keep your teeth away from the
sensitive areas of the dick, and in my excitement it
had not occurred to me.

It was so good, that I wanted to take his whole dick
into me.  But as the pressure on my head started again
and in response I went further down, Jack's dick
triggered my gag reflex and I started to splutter and
choke.  I had to jerk my head off him, and I was
wheezing and coughing, and my eyes filled with tears.

"Easy, Steve", Jack whispered again.  "Go on, back
down on to it.  All that coughing will have filled
your mouth with spit, and I love to feel it.."

So I did, and this time Jack not only pushed my head
down quite hard, but jerked his hips upwards, too, so
that his dick slammed into the back of my throat.  I
gagged again, but he didn't let up - his hands held my
head down onto him, and he continued to thrust against
the back of my throat.  I couldn't help myself - I
pulled his hands away from me, and almost threw myself
backwards off him.  I sat on the floor, wheezing and
spluttering.

Jack was smiling.  "Don't worry, Steve - I'll soon
have you trained.  A lot of guys gag like that the
first few times you fuck their throat properly. But,
if we work at it, you'll soon be able to take my whole
dick right down.  It's OK to suck at the end as you
were doing to start with, and most guys will let you
get away with that.  But to give a guy a proper thrill
you've got to let him stick his dick in as far as he
can go - to properly fuck his throat.  You need to
feel his nose right in your pubic hair, and the
sensation of the back of his throat against your dick
head."

"Still", he went on, "Quite good for a first time. 
And I didn't want to cum anyway.... At least, not
yet."

He stopped talking then, sat up himself and leaned
over towards me.  He put a hand around my neck and
looked me straight in the eyes.  "Don't worry,
Steve.... You'll learn.  Here... This is how it's
done..."

His own head came towards my dick, and at first he
just skimmed his lips up and down my shaft.  But then
he took all of me into him - somehow having his head
deep into my crotch, with his nose pressing against
the skin of my sac was unbelievably erotic.  As he
moved up and down it wasn't just the waves of pleasure
from his mouth that were exciting me - it as seeing
his head down there.  Almost by reflex I put my hands
on his head and started to maneuver him around to
maximise my pleasure.  

I couldn't hold out for long - it was so intense, that
I felt that familiar sensation starting in my balls
and the next moment I was moaning "Oh, I'm
cumming,,,,,".  

My body thrust upwards as if I was trying to get
further into him, and as I banged against the silky
softness of his throat I knew I was shooting my cum at
it.  My whole body arched as I shot, and then I wanted
to relax, but Jack kept sucking at me and moving my
dick in and out of my mouth.  I'm always incredibly
sensitive at this time, and when I'm jerking myself
off I always have to stop as the waves of sensation
are too extreme.  But I wasn't in control now, Jack
was!  And I gave great gasps of exclamation as he
remorselessly continued to give me the most extreme
stimulation.

He ddid stop after a few moments though, and I just
lay there on my back, completely overwhelmed by what
had just happened.  Jack hadn't finished, though, and
he quickly moved to kneel between my outspread legs,
then bent forward so his whole body was lying along
mine.  I could feel his warmth, the wetness of his
sweat, and the pounding of his heart as he lay on me,
and then he moved his head up and kissed me.

I opened my lips and his tongue slid in to me, and I
started to reciprocate.... And realised his mouth was
full of cum, my cum.  I wanted to pull away as soon as
I recognised this - like all guys I'd tasted cum, of
course:  what lad hasn't tentatively licked at his
palm after he's shot a load into it when he firsts
starts jerking off?  But I didn't particularly like
its bland flavour, or the cloying stickiness of it in
my mouth, so I never did it again.  

But as Jack's tongue worked it into my mouth and we
carried on kissing passionately, I saw what a
different thing this was - what a marvelous thing one
guy can do to another, to bring him off, hold his cum
in the mouth, and then share it in this totally
intimate way.  This was better than any kissing I'd
ever done before, and as we lay there, our bodies
intertwined, I wondered what else I had to discover
about the pleasures that two men can bring to each
other.

We slept together that night, and at some point we
were both awake, and both erect.  We started to play
with each other's dicks, and then Jack whispered in my
ear "I'm going to fuck you, Steve.....".    I wasn't
sure I wanted him to do this, as I didn't like the
idea of a guy's dick up my ass - I was OK to jerk off
with a guy and even to suck him, but the idea of
having a dick thrust up me wasn't appealing....   But
I didn't like to say anything as I wanted Jack to
think of me as an equal, not as an inexperienced wimp.
 So I put my worries to one side, and tried to make
myself comfortable as Jack pushed his body down the
bed a bit.  Then I felt that first sign that you're
going to get fucked - Jack's finger was scratching at
my sphincter, trying to get in.... He pushed away at
me, reached up to lick his finger, then tried again
and suddenly popped inside me.  He massaged my hole,
and it wasn't unpleasant, as I had feared,  especially
as Jack kept kissing me, nibbling at my lip, and
tickling my nips with his free hand.

With insistent gentle pressure he made me roll over on
to my belly, then whispered for me to get on my knees.
 As I did this, his hand gripped my neck and pushed it
down into the mattress.  I was worried that all the
other slaves would hear us and see us, and I really
wanted to stop and just resume cuddling, but Jack was
now kneeling between my legs.  I wanted to cry out,
but was a bit ashamed, actually, so I let him carry
on.  He pried my ass cheeks apart, and then I felt for
the first time that wonderful sensation as his hot
dick head pressed at my sphincter.

"Relax, Steve...", he whispered.  "Come on, boy,
relax..... Let Jack in to you.... Come on, Steve, you
know you want to take me.... Just relax and take
it....."

Well I wasn't sure I wanted him in me, but it seemed
too late to stop now, and in response to his insistent
pressure I felt that tightening,  then the little
pain, and finally the flood of warm pleasure as his
shaft slid into me.  He carried on pushing, and I was
hurting - I wanted to cry out, but Jack carried on
holding my head down into the mattress, and I stifled
it.  His whole warm body was now pressed right along
mine, and his hot breath tickled my ear as he
whispered "I'm right in you now, Steve.  My big dick
is right up your hole.  I've got you now, Steve....
How does it feel to have my dick right inside you?"

I muttered something.. But I know I wasn't very
coherent.  I was still worried that all the other guys
would hear us, and I anyway wasn't certain that I
really did like this - it was good to have Jack so
close to me, but there was a funny mixture of pain and
pleasure that I'd never know before.

As Jack started to gently pull himself in and out of
me I started to moan gently in time with his actions -
I think I really was liking it now - or was it just
that there's something about having a guy's dick
inside you that almost forces you to enjoy it?  He
went on and on, and I could hear his starting to
breathe hard.  I relaxed, and waves of pleasure
started to go through me as he thrust away.... But
then Jack changed.  He started to pull out very
quickly, and then slam back into me extremely hard.
The first time it happened I almost yelped with the
unexpected ache it caused my hole, but as he carried
on I started to cry out, hoping he would hear and
stop.  What was he doing?  Why had he changed from the
slow, languorous thrusts that were so much fun?  

I could dimly hear him starting to shout "Yes, Yes... 
Oh Jesus Christ, I'm cumming.... Yes.....!"

He gave one last slam into me, and then was still.  He
collapsed forward onto me, and I could feel him
heaving as he gulped in air to his lungs.  We were
both slicked with sweat, and he almost slid off my
back as we were so slippery, and I let my knees slide
down so that I was lying flat on the mattress , with
Jack on top of me, his dick still right up my ass.

"You're one good fuck, Steve.  I'm going to do this a
lot more....", Jack whispered.

Very slowly he pulled out of me, turned me to lie on
my side, then lay facing me.  He leaned forward and
kissed me, and reached down for my hard dick - I'd
lost my erection whilst he was fucking me, but now it
was back again.

"Oh, so what are we going to do about this...?", he
whispered, and started to jerk me off.

"Jack, stop that.... I want to fuck you now."

"No, Steve.  I don't take it up the ass.  Well, only
if my owner makes me.  With mates, I'm the one on
top."

"That doesn't seem very fair.... Come on, Jack...
We're buddies.... Let me try and see if I like
fucking."

"I said, no, Steve!  I told you - I don't take dick"

Actually I was now a bit pissed off - I wasn't sure I
"took dick" either, but I'd let Jack do it as he was
my buddy.  And now he was saying I couldn't do the
same thing to him. 

He was lying on my arm, and with my other hand I
reached down and tried to get my hand between his legs
to feel his hole as he had felt mine.  He tried to
stop me, and to move away from me in the narrow bed,
but I wrapped the arm that he was lying on around his
shoulders, and held him to me.

My finger found his tender spot, and I started to push
it into him as he had done.

"Cut it out, Steve!", he said again, now a lot more
insistently.

"Oh, come on, Jack.... "

He gave a little grunt as my finger went into him, and
I started to massage and stretch him.

All the time he kept saying "No", but I paid no
attention - I was sure he was just doing it to make it
more exiting for me.  

I went to turn him on to his belly, but he resisted
me, and I had to really exert myself - I was five
years older than Jack, and those five years really
make a difference - at 24 your muscles are so much
harder and stronger than they are at 19, even when
those nineteen year old muscles are used to hard
exercise.  A guy really develops a lot more power in
those few years, and I used it now to force Jack to
turn over.  I threw my body on top of him, and my
greater weight was now also to my advantage - even
though he thrust and wriggled, there was no escape
from under me.

It was now me with my big hand gripping the back of
his neck, and holding him still as I shuffled around. 
I forced - yes, I suppose it was force, as he didn't
really want to do it -  a knee between his legs as he
lay there, then brought the other knee over so that I
was kneeling between his outstretched legs.  The more
he resisted and tried to struggle, the more exciting
it was, and I hissed at him "get your ass in the air,
Jack, so my dick can enter you."

"Fuck off, Steve.... I've told you...."

He gave a big shout at that point as I reached between
his legs, grabbed his balls, and squeezed them!

"Get that ass of yours up in the air, you little
cunt...".  I was surprised that my mood had changed so
much, but I was in full heat.  I've since learned that
a man who's intent on fucking really shouldn't be
denied, should he?  Once your dick is hard and you've
made up your mind that you're going to go up the ass
of another guy, it simply isn't sensible to try to
stop it, is it?  Especially when the owner of the dick
is tougher, heavier and stronger than you are!

The lights were on now in our dorm as the other slaves
had been woken up by the noise, and I was peripherally
aware of them getting out of bed to come and stand
around, looking at us in surprise.  But I guess they
were sensible and knew that they shouldn't interfere,
or, perhaps, they were just looking forward to seeing
the spectacle of one guy fucking another, as they said
and did nothing.

Jack struggled to his knees, and I shuffled forward so
that my dick was right against him.  I reached down
and wiped my dick up and down his ass crack and teased
the sensitive membranes of his pucker with it.   I was
leaking pre-cum all over him, and he was now making
one hell of a noise, demanding that I stop and let him
up.  It only made it all the more exciting, and I
pushed my dick forwards at his hole.

I hadn't expected it to be so hard to get in, and I
needed a lot of effort to make my rock-hard dick
actually go through his sphincter, and I was pushing
so violently and was so inexperienced that I didn't
expect it to happen quite so suddenly, and didn't
think to pull back a bit.  Consequently the whole of
my dick slid into him in  one go, and my belly smacked
into his ass.  

Jack gave a scream, that was fortunately muffled by
the bed, but somehow this only served to excite me - I
started to pump quickly in and out of him, and was
rewarded by more of Jack's cries as I did so.  It was
so exciting - the feeling of his ass around  my dick,
the sweat-drenched bodies slapping against each other,
 the smell of his ass juices mixed with mine from when
he'd just fucked me, the animal cries that Jack was
making, and my own shouts of pleasure, all combined to
make the most incredible experience I'd ever had.  I
wanted it to go on and on, but my body was not in
total control and I felt my balls suddenly contract
and start to shoot a huge load of cum.  

I just had to stop - it's too painful for me to carry
on doing anything with my dick once I've shot - and,
just as Jack had, I collapsed forward on top of Jack.

He was sobbing!  Above the sobs I could hear him
saying "You bastard, Steve.  You fucking bastard.... "

"Hey, Jack, stop that!  I don't like that kind of
talk.  What's the problem?"

"The problem...?  You've fucked me, and I didn't want
it.  You've fucked me hard, and I hurt.  Look, you
bastard, I though we were buddies...."

"I thought so too, Jack, and don't buddies have fun
together?  We wanked each other, sucked each other
off.... So what's wrong with fucking each other?"

Jack didn't answer, but just lay there, his chest
heaving,.

"Silly cunt", I thought to myself.  "What's wrong with
taking a mate's dick up you?".  I was so pissed off
with Jack that I left him there, and went and got into
the empty bed in the dorm.  Some of the other slaves
were trying to comfort Jack, but I needed my sleep
now.  So I sat up and told them to get back into bed
and turn the light off - I'm much bigger and stronger
than all of them, so they weren't inclined to argue
with me, and so they gradually left Jack and went back
to their own beds.

I felt fantastic - that was the best sex I'd ever had.
 I could see now why men like fucking - it was so much
better than jerking off or sucking:  They are fine as
preliminaries, but a man's dick needs proper exercise,
I now knew.  All my body was on fire with excitement,
and my brain was zinging with pleasure as I relived
the feeling of thrusting into Jack, of totally
dominating and controlling him as I impaled him on my
vigorous strong dick.

End Of Part 11

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 12

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

Read all of Pete's stories at
groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

My owner and Master Jason were still away, so I was
set to cutting the grass again the next day with Joe. 
As we'd all got up that morning I thought that the
other slaves were very quiet and there wasn't the
usual mornign banter as we went about shitting,
showering and eating our slave chow.  Jack had totally
ignored me as he went off to get the trap, too.  

Joe was strangely silent as we worked away, and, to
tell you the truth, I didn't much care - I was a bit
pissed off at having to mow yet again, as it's not
right to use a trained pony slave for a draft slave's
work like this, is it?  We had a break at mid morning,
and as we cooled off under the shade of one of the
huge oak trees, Joe finally said "What you did was not
right, Steve."

"What?"

"What you did to Jack last night:  it's not right."

"Don't be fucking stupid, Joe.  We were just having
sex.  Lots of guys do that."

"No, Steve.  You forced him."

"No I didn't.  We were in bed together, and he fucked
me.  Then I fucked him."

"But he didn't want it."

"Yes he did, really.  It was just making it more
exciting, by pretending to say no.  Lots of men
pretend not to want to be fucked, but really want to
feel a dick up them.  Jack's experienced at sex - he
knows a lot more about it than I do, so stop worrying
about him.  It's no big deal, anyway - we're buddies,
and he's used to the feel of my dick - having it up
his ass isn't the end of the world, you know."

"Look, Steve, I know you're a nice guy.  We've lived
together in the dorm for five years, and you've never
done anything like this before.  I'm just telling you,
don't do it again."

I was really pissed off now, and I could feel my anger
rising.  "Mind your own fucking business, Joe!  What I
do to Jack is between us, so keep your nose out, OK?"

Joe just shrugged, got up, and went back to the mowing
machine.  I let him go - he was perfectly capable of
pulling it himself, after all, and if he wanted to
work away instead of relaxing a bit, that was fine by
me.  I lay in the warm air, and let my eyes close.  I
was so tired after my interrupted sleep the previous
night, and I almost drifted off to sleep.  As I did, I
started re-live the feelings I had as I fucked Jack,
and sprang a huge erection that tented the front of my
shorts.  After a time, my dick was hurting so much
that I raised my ass in the air, slid my shorts down
over my hips so that my dick was jutting proudly
towards the sky, and started to gently jerk myself
off.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I snapped to being fully awake, let my dick go, sat
up, and, to my horror, saw the Overseer looking at me.

"I thought you were a well-trained slave!", he
snapped.  "But Joe is working away alone when I told
you to help pull the mowing machine, and you're just
idling here jerking yourself off.  Pull those shorts
back up, and get back to work - and come and see me
when you're back in the slave quarters tonight!"

I was flushing with embarrassment, not only because
the Overseer had caught me jerking off, but because of
his comments - I was a well-trained slave, and I'd
never done anything like this before!  Would he
believe that I usually worked as hard as I could, and
that this was the only time I'd ever failed to work
away diligently?

I ran off across the lawn, and joined Joe in the
traces of the mowing machine.  For the rest of the day
I worked harder even than usual, to try to make up for
my error, and by the end of the day I was exhausted.  

I went into the Overseer's office feeling very worried
and sad, and he was sitting behind his desk.

"You're the last one I would have suspected of
slacking", he started.

"No, please sir, I wasn't..."

"Shut the fuck up, Steve!  You're in enough trouble
already, and I don't want to hear your pathetic
excuses.  I ordered you to cut the grass with Joe,
didn't I?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

"And instead of that, you let him work away alone, so
that you could lie there and jerk off."

"Sir, no, sir..."

"Are you telling me I'm lying, slave?  Didn't I see
you jerking yourself off?"

"Sir, yes, sir. But...."

"No 'buts'.  You disobeyed, you did not do your work
assignment, and you let a fellow slave do your work
for you.  Isn't that right?"

"Sir, yes, I suppose it is, sir..."
"Not 'suppose', Steve.  That's the way it was.  Now as
you know we don't usually punish slaves on this estate
- your owner is a good man, and treats slaves well. 
But I can't let you get away with deliberate
disobedience and slacking.  Strip your T and shorts
off, and bend over the desk."

I went to protest, but thought better of it.  There
was no way that I could explain that I'd only meant to
sit there for a couple of more minutes and that it was
Joe who'd finished our regular break time early.  And,
anyway, even if I did, would it make any difference?  

I wasn't embarrassed at being naked in front of the
Overseer, of course, as he'd seen me in the showers
hundreds of times during the past five years.  But
somehow, having to stand in front of him in his office
seemed humiliating.

"I said bend over the desk, Steve.  Are you determined
to be wilful and disobedient?"

I moved forward, and went to lie with my chest on the
desk.

"No, idiot!  Lie on your back, with your ass over the
edge and your feet on the floor".

I moved do as I was told, and then the Overseer
continued "You were so keen on jerking of this morning
that I think you should do it now.  Lie there and let
me see you produce a big load of cum."

I've never felt so humiliated in my whole life.   This
was worse - much worse - than when I was first
processed and sold.  It was worse than being made to
run almost naked through the streets in just a tiny
pouch.  Somehow, on your back, with a guy looking down
at you, it's particularly bad to have to jerk off - I
reached down for my dick, and it took a long time to
make it go hard.

"Are you going to continue to disobey me, slave?", the
overseer was asking.  "If I tell you to jerk off, you
jerk off.  Now get on with it - you're already down to
be punished for your behaviour earlier, and so don't
make it worse."

All this, of course, made it even harder for me to get
an erection, and I thought that if he'd only just shut
up, I might be able to do it.  But, fortunately, I did
feel a stirring of life at last, and I did start to go
erect.  I jerked away at myself, all the time hearing
the Overseer saying things like "Hurry up, and "Quit
keeping me waiting.".  And when I finally did cum, it
was pathetic - not the usual huge spurt that would
carry half way across the room, but a pathetic dribble
that barely made its way out of my piss slit.

"What's that, slave?  I thought you were meant to be a
big, virile stud!  I've seen better than that from
seventy year olds!", the Overseer taunted me, and I
felt myself starting to flush with embarrassment.

"You know", he went on, "I think you must have stopped
again later today and jerked yourself off again - I
can't believe a big, virile slave like you couldn't
shoot more than that.  Yes, that's what you must have
done...."

"Sir, no, sir, I worked all day...."

"Shut the fuck up, slave.  It's a sign that there's
something wrong with you that you dare to interrupt a
free man.  And I've often heard you telling the other
slaves that you're properly trained..... Well, it
doesn't sound like it now!"

"I was going to let you off with a forced wanking", he
went on, "But I think a more severe punishment is
called for.  We don't usually beat slaves here, but
you need bringing back firmly on course.  Turn over,
and expose that ass of yours - we'll see if we can
give you something to remind you that slaves do as
they're told!"

As he was speaking ,we heard the sound of other slaves
going past the door, and the Overseer went over,
opened it, and told them to come in.  There were five
of them, including Joe and Jack, and he told them to
line up.

"I think things have been too lax around here for too
long", he said to the room in general. "I've decided
to punish this slave for his errors, and you may all
as well watch so that you know that I won't hesitate
to deal severely with any slacking, any
disobedience...."

Well, it wasn't the cane that hurt.  Well, it did,
actually - it was thin and sharp, and as he brought it
down six times across my naked ass, I felt every
stroke.  I wanted to cry out, but bit my lip, and made
no sound.  But my body betrayed me, and I felt my legs
jerk involuntarily as each blow struck.  No, it wasn't
the pain, though.  It was the feeling of being
punished in front of my fellow slaves for something I
basically hadn't done.  I really was only using up my
normal rest time, and if that fucker Joe hadn't
stalked off and gone back to work early..... And if
Jack hadn't kept me awake half the night so that I
didn't sleep properly....  It was all so unfair.

When the Overseer told me I could get up I was wincing
with the pain, but bright red with the embarrassment
and indignation I felt.  I wanted to strike out at
something, but now I had to keep my cool in front of
him and continue to act like a subservient slave.

"Any more slacking or insubordination from you, Steve,
and I'll beat you again.  Is that understood?"

"Sir, yes, sir".

"You're an older, more experienced slave and you ought
to be setting a good example.  But I think you should
look at how the young pony Jack behaves, and model
yourself on him.  Is that clear?"

I almost had to grit my teeth together as I said "Sir,
yes, sir".  It was all so unfair.

He dismissed us all then, and we went together into
the showers.  Jack still seemed to be pissed off about
something, and as we stood under the water he said,
tauntingly, "So, Steve - model yourself after me, as
the man said!  Now, let me look at that ass of
yours..... hmmm... I like those stripes.... When I
fuck you tonight it's going to give me a great deal of
satisfaction to slam into those marks:  you'll really
know you've got a GOOD slave up you then...."

This was all too much for me.  I lashed out at him,
and in a moment we were rolling around on the tiled
floor of the showers, clawing and punching at each
other.  As you know, I'm bigger, stronger and more
powerful than Jack, and within a very few moments I'd
completely subdued him, and had him held in front of
me with my arms wrapped around his neck in one of
those kind of wrestling holds where the guy just can't
get away.  Fighting with him had made me go erect, and
my dick was pushing at the crack in his ass cheeks.  I
revelled in holding him like this, in my power, and I
started to thrust at him.  He began to shout at me to
stop and to try to wriggle and get away from me, and
the more he did this, the more excited I became.

I kicked his feet apart, and got my dick right between
his thighs.  It then only needed me to bend him over
at the waist, and I could feet the end of my dick in
contact with the softness of his pucker.  That was it,
of course - there was no stopping me now, and I thrust
forward with all my strength so that my dick smashed
its way into him.

He screamed and tried to struggle, but he was
powerless now, impaled on my dick like an inset in a
museum display is impaled on its mounting pin.  There
was no gentle rocking backwards and forwards now, just
huge powerful thrusts from my massive thighs as my
dick took its pleasure from his hole.  I may not be
much in control of my life as a slave, I thought, but
I was the master here. He was mine, helpless on the
end of my dick, existing only to serve my passion and
my pleasure.

It was over all too quickly - I shot after only five
or six thrusts, so powerful were the sensations I was
feeling.  And although I could only manage a dribble a
few minutes before, I could feel my balls contracting
over and over again as they pumped huge volumes of my
cum up into him.

I pulled out and let him go.  Jack dropped to the
floor and lay on the tiles, his head kind of buried in
his arms.  His whole body was racked with the sobbing
noises he was making, and you could see his ribs
heaving up and down.  

I became aware of the other slaves looking on in
horror, but I didn't care.  I grabbed the soap and
washed my detumescing dick to get his ass juices off
it, then planed the water off my body, pulled on a
fresh T and shorts, and strode out. I felt fantastic,
on top of the world.  I'd done what a man was supposed
to do, take pleasure from another guy's ass.  And
without his willing consent, it had been something
very special, something totally different:  this was
what primeval man must have done when he beat his
fellows in a fight, and it felt good. 

You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife in the
dorm room later that night.  All the slaves who hadn't
seen me being beaten, or fucking Jack, had now been
told about it.  Many of them gave Jack little hugs and
murmurs of encouragement, but no one spoke to me at
all.  I wasn't used to this, and my feeling of
resentment deepened all evening - I shouldn't have
been punished in the first instance, and Jack
certainly shouldn't have teased me about it.... And
now it was as if I was in some way to blame for
everything.

No one spoke to me all night, and I was sadder and
sadder, and crosser and crosser.  As we all went to
get into bed, I called out "I need a good fuck
tonight, after all I've been through today.  Who wants
to ride my dick tonight?"

They were all a bit shocked, as we didn't behave like
that normally in our dorm.  No one said anything, but
they sort of half turned away from me, and started to
get into their beds.  It was all too much - I grabbed
Jack by the arm, and pulled him towards my bed. 

"You like my dick, don't you, Jack?", I almost
shouted.  "You wanted to put yours up my ass tonight,
as I remember, to see how I enjoyed feeling the pain
from my caning again.  Well, although I've already
fucked you once today, it's just made me more horny,
and it's time to do it again."

He struggled, but he was no match for me and I forced
him down onto my bed then threw the entire weight of
my body down on top of him, kind of knocking all the
breath out of him temporarily.  He knew I was going to
fuck him, of course, and he knew it was inevitable as
I was so much more powerful than him.  So I guess he
decided to make sure I got as little pleasure from it
as possible, and instead of kissing and nibbling at
me, and laughing and whispering to me, he just lay
there inert and immobile.  That only made me crosser,
actually, as it seemed that the young cunt was trying
to punish me in some way.  

I was determined that he wasn't going to win, though,
so I fucked him anyway.  It wasn't all that great -
without the other guy playing an active part it's just
like jerking off, almost  - he didn't even make any
effort at all to grip my dick with his ass muscles, or
to push himself back into me as I forced my way into
him.  Still, I shot my load, and got some satisfaction
from it.

"Finished?" , he asked with an icy tone in his voice,
and then, when I didn't reply, he got out of my bed
and went and lay in his own.

I was really pissed off, I can tell you.  But what was
I supposed to do?  In retrospect, I can see now that I
shouldn't have allowed him to get away with it - I
should have dragged him back, slapped his ass a few
times to remind him who was in charge, and fucked him
again.  But I didn't, and I knew that all the other
slaves would be thinking that Jack had "won".

The icy silence from all my fellow slaves continued
the following morning, and I had a strange mixture of
anger and sadness as the Overseer again told me that I
was to work with Joe on the grass cutting.  Even Joe
didn't speak as we toiled away, pulling the heavy
mowers up and down the lawns.  I decided to bring
matters to a head at our midmorning break, and was
about to ask Joe what the fuck was up, when the
Overseer came up to us.

"Steve - trot over to the vet's.  You owner has been
on the telephone, and he has arranged for a few more
modifications to be done to you."  The bastard was
smiling in a very unpleasant way as he said this, as
if he knew something bad was about to happen to me,
and was pleased about it.

"Sir, please, sir, what 'modifications'?"

"You'll find out soon enough.  Now, run along over
there.  It's not up to a slave to question his owner's
orders, just to obey."

I knew he was right, of course, but I was really
worried about what was to happen to me as I jogged
along the country road towards the vet's office. 
Having the nipple and nose rings had been bad enough,
but what new thing had my owner dreamed up?  


The vet was his usual courteous self, though, and
after I'd stripped and was standing naked in front of
him, he started off in the same way as he had before. 

 "I'm really sorry about this, Steve, as I think it's
the wrong thing to do to you.  But your owner
insisted, even when I told him that I thought your
open-market value would be dramatically reduced by
what he's proposing.  He just told me that it was the
fashion to have a slave decorated these days, and that
he could easily take his business elsewhere."

"This is the day in the week when the tattoo artist
comes in to tattoo ID marks on any new slaves in the
area whose owners require it, and he'll make a start
on you today.  It's a big job, and so you may as well
stay overnight and he can finish you off tomorrow -
I'll do the other thing later on, and it will be no ad
thing to keep you here under observation, anyway."

"Sir, please, sir, what other thing?"

"Oh, your master has decided to have you 'skinned. 
Personally, I think you look good with that 'skin on
your dick and I can't understand why he wants it done.
 Slaves with 'skins always attract a premium price,
and he's just throwing money away by having me cut off
yours.  He wouldn't even listen when I suggested I
might do a kind of half 'skin, so that your dick head
is mostly exposed all the time - no, he insists of a
full 'high and tight' as we call it in the trade, so
that there's absolutely no 'skin left at all and
you're just like 99% of all the other slaves around."

"As I said", he continued, "I think it's foolish.  So
few American slaves escape 'skinning at birth that
guys like you are very much in demand.  Unless he's
going to keep you as a pony all your life, it means
there are far fewer opportunities for a profitable
sale for your owner:  with a body like yours, and an
intact 'skin, he could after all always sell you into
the sex industry.  Still, that's no business of mine. 
And, anyway, once the tattooist is finished with you,
given the design that your owner has faxed to us, I
don't expect you'd be very desirable to the average
run of men and women wanting to buy a sex slave!"

There were so many things I wanted to ask the vet, but
he'd finished with me, evidently, as he gave me no
opportunity to speak and just said "So go on down the
hall into the last room on the left - the tattooist is
set up in there, and he's waiting for you.  I'll 'skin
you after lunch."

My hearty was thumping and I felt slightly sick as I
walked down the corridor, feeling the plastic tiles
cool under my feet.  I didn't want to lose my 'skin,
but what could I do?  It was my owner's choice, and,
short of escaping and running away, if he had decided
on it, then it was inevitable.  And why was I going to
be "less desirable" after being tattooed?  I
remembered all the giant patches that had changed Spot
into a kind of mock palomino pony, and inwardly
shuddered that this was what was going to happen to
me, too.

But as I found out after many quite painful hours
lying first on my back, then on my stomach, that
wasn't what my owner had in mind for me.  First, I had
to hold my belly rigid whilst the tattooist shaved off
my "treasure trail" so that he had a clear working
area.  Stretching right the way across, in big
letters, almost from hip bone to hip bone under my
navel, I was marked with a giant "Slave".  I then lost
the thatch on my chest so that he could write "Steve"
in huge letters almost from shoulder to shoulder
across my pecs.  Those of you who've had it done know
that it doesn't really hurt all that much - it's
unpleasant, but any man an easily take the pain.  But
I found it was very hard to keep my belly muscles
rigid as he worked away, as I wanted to keep flinching
under the buzzing needle.  But after about an hour or
so, it was over. 

He told me to get up then, and he held up a mirror so
I could look at myself.  I was already completely
changed, as my once perfect body was now disfigured, I
thought, by these two words in huge black type
stretching across me.  The blood was still oozing out
slightly, and the tattooist came and rubbed it away
with a swab of cotton wool soaked in alcohol.  I
winced 

"On your belly", he said, "There's an awful lot of
work to do on your back.  I won't finish it today, but
I'd better make a start."

It wasn't so bad lying on my belly as he worked away,
but I hated the thought of what he might be doing to
my body of which I'd been so proud.  I didn't get to
see immediately, as after he'd been working away for
another hour or so, the vet appeared and told him that
it was time for "the slave's little operation."

"Well, you're certainly going to be different", he
told me as I padded along the corridor back to his
work room.  "Even with only the outline done, I can
see that your owner wants to make some sort of
statement!  It may be the fashion in the city to have
decorated ponies, but not out here in the sticks. 
You'll certainly turn heads as he drives you around
here!"

I wanted to ask him what had been done to my back, but
I remembered my training and knew that I shouldn't
question.  A slave responds, after all, and doesn't
initiate conversation.  

In his work room he told me to go and sit in his
chair, and I remembered the last time I'd been here,
strapped in and immobile as he'd punched holes in my
nipples and septum for my tit and snout rings.  He
came over, and was going to pull the leather straps
around me again, when he stopped, looked at me, and
said 

"Your owner didn't say that you couldn't be
anaesthetised, so I guess these won't be necessary...
Not like when I ringed you.  Funny, I'd have thought
that if he wanted you to remember being ringed, he'd
have wanted you to remember being 'skinned even more. 
After all, he can always allow you to take the rings
out, if he wants, but once I've 'skinned you, there's
no going back.  He's really emphasising his control
over you by having your body modified like this, and
it's really odd that he didn't order it to be done in
a way that the pain would seep deep down into your
subconscious, so that every time you held your dick in
future you'd be reminded of your condition.  But it's
much easier for me, and, I suppose, it's kinder."

I listened to this, and felt uneasy.  Suppose my owner
had forgotten?  What would a good slave do?  I didn't
want my owner to think that I had taken advantage of a
temporary lapse of memory on his part.  A trained
slave does try, after all, to do everything he can to
please his master.

The vet was fiddling around filling  a needle with
what  I took to be anaesthetic, and I coughed
politely, and said "Sir, please, sir..."

"Yes, Steve?"

"Sir, do you think my owner simply forgot to tell you
to 'skin me without anaesthetic?  Shouldn't you call
him and find out?  If he asks me how it was, and I say
it was painless, he might be cross...."

"No - he said that he was going to be at a meeting all
day about a project, and that his cell phone would be
turned off.  Look, he didn't say, so I can give you
the shot.  It will only be just a small pinprick into
your dick head, then I can 'skin you with no trouble."

"Sir, please sir.... Perhaps you'd better not do that.
 If he meant me to feel it, to have another reminder
of my slavery, then perhaps that's the way it should
be."

"Are you telling me you WANT to be hurt?"

"No, sir.  But I'm a good, trained slave, and a slave
does everything he can in his owner's best interests. 
As you said, he ordered me to be ringed without a pain
killer, and so it doesn't make any sense for him not
to order me to be 'skinned the same way.  I think
you'd better strap me in, then do it - after all, this
is the best choice.  If he did forget, then we've done
the right thing.  If he didn't forget, then no harm's
done...."

"Well, you're right, I suppose.  But do you know what
you're letting yourself in for?"

Actually, I didn't.   And within a very few minutes I
was regretting it bitterly.  But, at another level,
perhaps I wanted to be hurt, perhaps I needed to be
punished, to be reminded of my slavery.  Perhaps
subconsciously I knew that what I'd done to Jack
wasn't right, and that a good slave doesn't just obey
his owner, but takes no steps to further his own
pleasure - and all I'd wanted to do was fuck and fuck
to satisfy the needs of my own dick, even if it caused
disharmony and upset in the household.  Anyway, it was
too late to change my mind now, as the vet was pulling
the straps tightly over my forearms, and, to my
surprise, also around my ankles.

"I'm going to need to really strap you tight", he told
me. "I know you're well trained, but when I slice into
you, you simply won't be able to stop your reflexes
from trying to jerk away from me.  And I need to make
a precision cut, to avoid scarring and spoiling your
look permanently, so it's important your dick doesn't
move. So....."

As he was speaking to took other straps and cinched
them really tight around my belly, chest, and thighs. 


"Can you move at all?"

I tried to wriggle my body, but it seemed to be
immobile, so I answered politely "Sir, so, sir."

I actually cried out the next instant, as he reached
down, pulled my 'skin right forward beyond my dick
head, then stabbed a needle into it.  My body tried to
spasm upwards with the unexpected pain that shot
through me, but the vet had done his strapping well
and all that happened was that my muscles ached with
frustration.

"Right, Steve.  You're sure you don't want to change
your mind?  That pinprick was only a sample of what
you're going to experience?"

"Sir, no, sir.  I think it's what my owner would want,
sir."

"Very well then... Here..... Take this in your mouth. 
It will help you to stop screaming, stop you biting
your tongue, and can help in bearing the pain."

He gently pushed a black hard rubber cylinder between
my teeth, and I bit down on it, tasting the "rubber". 
And then he began.

I'd always supposed that it would be quick and easy to
be 'skinned - you'd just pull the 'skin away from the
dick head, and slice through it.  But the vet seemed
to take hours and hours (or, rather, that's what it
felt like).  The pain went on and on, and my body
tried everything it could to move and get away, but
the straps held firm.  I could hear myself trying to
scream, but the rubber bar really was a help - as the
agony went on, I felt as if I was actually biting it
in half, and it did indeed help to stifle the noise I
would otherwise have had to make. My whole body was
covered in sweat, and I could feel it cascading in
little runnels down my face and chest and belly.

"I'm sorry, Steve", the vet muttered as he worked
away.  "But I've got to do this well.  It's really
important I cut just enough away so that there's
nothing left when your dick is soft, but not so much
that it prevents you from having a full erection.  And
I don't want any unpleasant scarring, so I need to
slice very carefully...."

I spasmd and jerked again, but he sounded very calm. 
"There.... That's it..... You'll be really sore for a
day or two.... Now..... Just one more thing....."

I would have shrieked if I could have as the most
intense searing pain went through me, worse even that
when he'd been cutting  me.  

"Sorry about that".  The vet's voice was so calm - I
don't know how he remained like that when I was
clearly in such distress. "I've just dipped the cut
end in disinfectant, and it does sting, I know.  But
it's got a coagulant in it, too, so the blood will dry
up very quickly...."

He worked away for a couple more minutes, then started
to release the straps holding me down.

"All over! Finished!  I've bandaged your dick, but you
can still piss out of the end.  Be careful in the
shower, though, not to get it wet.  We'll leave it on
for a couple of days, then, when it comes off, there's
to be no jerking off or fucking for about a week. 
OK?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

"Good.  Now you may as well have some slave chow, and
the tattooist can have another session with you."

As I munched away at my chow, the pain in my dick had
subsided from the sharp, spikey, cruel "instant" hurt
into a dull but persistent throb.  I knew that my
owner would have wanted it like this.  I would never
forget this day, and, more important, I now really
knew that my owner had the power to order my body to
be modified to please him.  Before, I was a trained
slave who understood that I must obey my owner - after
all, I'd been prepared for that all my life.  But not
even the "ringing" had really brought home to me the
true difference between an owner and his slave - I
wasn't a man, capable of any independent action:  I
was apiece of property, that my owner could have
decorated, or altered, to suit his whim.

End of Part 12.