Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2004 13:55:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Willing Slave, Parts 9&10 (MM NC BDSM FANT)

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 9

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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When all the marks were counted - and after a great
deal of argument - Nigger was judged to have the best
body overall, and, to my surprise, I was second,
earning my owner three points.

"Right, guys, what's next?", the host shouted.  There
weren't a lot of suggestions, but emerging from the
general hubbub was the idea that there should be a
"shooting match" next.  I didn't really understand
what they were talking about, until the argument that
started began to focus on slaves who were slow to cum,
and those who were always "quick off the mark", and
whether one was better than the other!

"Listen guys", Scott said, very loudly, "We should do
both.  First time let's get them all jerking off and
it will be the last one to cum who wins - a slave
should be able to hold back in order to give his owner
the greatest pleasure, and this will be a measure of
that ability.  Then, once they've shot, they've got to
start jerking off again - and this time the winner
will be the slave who comes first - a slave should be
able to cum multiple times in a night, and this will
be a measure of how good they are at that."

"No, Scott - that's not fair.  First time around the
slaves might not wank themselves with full vigour, to
postpone cumming. ", one of the other owners
interjected.

"Well then, let's do it in pairs.  One pony will jerk
off the other, and we'll mark it this way - we'll time
them, and the pony that cums last will 'win' and get
four points.  But the pony who was jerking him will be
judged to have lost, and will only get one point.  And
so on.  That way the ponies are really motivated to
hold out, and the ponies doing the jerking are really
motivated to try to make them cum!"

The others all roared their approval at Master Scott's
cleverness, as they all considered it would anyway be
better "sport" to see one pony wanking another.  I was
paired with Nigger, and Spot with Ted, and Spot and I
were told to climb onto the dining table and kneel
next to each other.  They told us to spread our knees
wide apart and kneel with our hands behind our necks,
and I felt so utterly exposed.  A stopwatch was
produced, and Master Scott gave the "off".

Nigger grabbed my dick, and started to stroke me.  He
rubbed away, but I didn't get an erection - having to
kneel next to another guy who was also getting jerked
off, and having my dick used by another man, just did
something to me - I felt no sort of desire at all (and
you know that I do get frequent erections usually).
"Come on, Steve....", Nigger hissed at me almost under
his breath.   "Come on, you fucker... I'm not going to
lose this....."

Actually, I realised, my dicks' sudden decision not to
go erect was going to work in my favour -  I could see
that Spot's dick was rampantly erect and Ted's work on
it seemed to be almost producing pre-cum.  But then
Nigger changed his tactics slightly - with his other
hand he reached under my balls and started to gently
scratch at that area between my balls and my hole.  I
shiver of excitement went through me as I got a
sensation that I'd never known before, and, almost as
it happened, my dick reared into life and rose to a
magnificent erection.

Nigger now had something to work on, and he seemed to
be very experienced at jerking off - he skinned me
back, and ran his thumb all over my moist dick head,
letting the edge of his nail catch in my piss slid.  I
shuddered with pleasure - or was it with that
instinctive desire to pull your dick back out of
harm's way when your piss slit is being interfered
with?  Then he used two hands - one to wank my shaft,
and the other to rub round over my cock head at the
same time.  I was in ecstasy, and I hear myself
starting to moan "Yes, yes, yes...."

I realised I was doing this, and was so embarrassed -
I'd never had another man jerk me off before,
especially not in public, and I didn't think that I
ought to be enjoying it!  I could see Nigger smiling
now as his huge black hands continued to tease my
dick, and on top of the shine of his oiled skin I
noticed that there was now an extra layer of wetness -
I was leaking pre-cum on to him.

Just at that moment, though, Spot gave a kind of deep
grunt, and I saw a sliver of something shoot out.  Ted
continued to jerk at him, and Spot gasped "No...
No......".  Ted stopped jerking Spot, and stood there
smiling as Spot rocked backwards and forwards gently
as his after-cums dribbled out of him.

The sight of another man's jism like this pushed me
over the edge, and I felt my balls jerk and start to
shoot a load.  Nigger sensed I was doing this, though,
and pulled his hand away from my dick, which is just
as well as I'm so sensitive after I've cum that had he
continued to jerk at me I know I would have cried out.

So I won that "heat" as I held out longer than Spot,
and Ted won, too, as he'd made Spot cum before Nigger
had managed to get me to shoot.

But then it was my turn, as the host ordered Spot and
me off the table and Nigger and Ted had to kneel where
we had been.  I was told I was going to jerk Ted off,
and Spot was going to jerk Nigger, and the host looked
at his watch  and gave us the order to "go".

I'd never handled another man's dick before, and it
felt really strange as I reached down to take Ted's in
my hand - everyone knows what his own dick feels like,
of course, but the first time you touch another one it
brings home to you just how extraordinary a part of
your body it is.  It's at once silky smooth and yet a
little rough until it's erect.  Warm and not yet too
warm. And when it's erect, rock hard and yet covered
with a nice soft coat of flesh.  I curled my hand
around it and started to slide it backwoods and
forwards, and at once realised how difficult it is to
jerk another guy off - you get so used to doing it to
yourself, and then you find you're "facing the wrong
way" as you try to do someone else.  I remembered that
Nigger had stroked underneath my balls, but
fortunately I didn't have to do this to Ted - his
rings kept him semi-erect most of the time anyway, and
so almost as soon as I'd held his dick I could feel it
swelling and firming, and it was clear that he was as
hard as he would ever be.

It was really odd to feel the meaty flange of his dick
head against my finger and thumb as I jerked away at
him and it bumped into me as the end of each stroke. I
can almost still feel the warmth of his dick, and the
soft sensation of his skin:  they say you always
remember your first, and that's true in my case.  Mind
you, all the dicks I've held since then always felt
quite different from my own - your body "knows" the
feel of your own dick, somehow, doesn't it?

I got worried that I might be hurting Ted as the speed
of my strokes increased and as I squeezed my fingers
tighter together to get a firmer grip on his shaft.
When I was a young lad, just starting to jerk myself
off, I was so enthusiastic about it that I rubbed my
dick almost raw once and got one of those "wank burns"
on my shaft.  I was terrified as I saw the little scab
there afterwards as I didn't know it was just a
harmless mechanical injury - I thought I'd to some
terrible disease, and began to think that all the
things I'd heard the local Pastor saying about
masturbation being an abomination might be true, and
that God was punishing me!  I didn't know what to do
at all, and wanted to talk to dad or my brothers, but
I couldn't make myself do it.  I even thought about
going off to the doctor's office, but | knew he was
our long-time family doctor and that if I did that
he'd almost certainly call my parents.  Fortunately
the little scabs drop off very quickly, don't they? as
there's a lot of blood in your dick and wounds
therefore tend to heal more quickly - I was really
relieved, I tell you, as I desperately needed to jerk
myself off after a couple of days abstinence.

However I didn't want to hurt Ted at all, and began to
think that I ought to slow down or something, but even
as I started to do this I felt his dick give that
final stiffening, and my hand got covered with his
warm jism.

I'd made Ted shoot before Nigger, who gave a very loud
grunt as he shot his load a few seconds later, and so
I did quite well in the scoring for this event.


All the guests had been shouting and generally urging
us on as this degrading competition had been taking
place, and Master Jason and Master Scott seemed
pleased with my performance.  They announced the
second part of the competition was going to start
immediately, as the objective was to see how quickly
us slaves could shoot a second time, and they
commanded all of us to get up on the table and kneel
in a row.

"Right, slaves", the host shouted "Get jerking!  The
first one to shoot wins.  And we know you won't be
shooting much as you all gave big loads just a few
minutes ago, so we'll need to examine your cum to make
sure it really is cum, and not just a few drops of
pre-cum that you've managed to squeeze out.  So you'd
better make sure you catch it in the palm of your
other hand, so we can inspect it."

It was awful.  Being made to line up with the other
slaves, all naked and kneeling on a table, was bad
enough.  Being made to wank myself in public would
have been doubly awful.  But this degrading contest,
seeing all of us desperately jerking away at ourselves
was the worse thing that had ever happened to me.  I
felt myself flushing with the embarrassment and
humiliation, and I had a big problem in getting my
dick to go hard.  I really wanted to just stop, to let
the others get on with it, but my training as a slave
took over - you have to obey your owner's orders,
don't you?  And I knew that Master Jason wanted to win
the competition overall, and so I really had to do
this, I had to win.

I did everything I could to make my dick go hard - as
well as stroking  away at it I thought all the sexy
thoughts I could.  I tried to imagine Mistress
Linda-Anne riding my pole, and the way it felt as she
gripped me in her moist warmth.  And, of course, I was
rewarded.  And you all know that once your dick is
just that little bit hard, mechanical stimulation
makes it all happen. So I was able to beat at myself,
in spite hating to have to do it in front of other
men, and after what seemed like and age I managed to
get a little spurt shooting out of my dick.
Fortunately I did remember to catch it, and I was the
second one to cum, so I suppose my master didn't have
too much to complain about!

The host waited until we had all shot, then came along
the line kind of "pinching" at our samples between his
thumb and his finger, making sure it was a rich, thick
deposit of cum and not just a few drops of pre-cum.
All of us were breathing hard after our efforts, and
were sweating away like pigs, and it as absolutely
awful to have to kneel there whilst all this was going
on.

Some of the masters wanted to do other competitions
that night, but the host said that we needed to get
our strength up for the morning, and so we were told
to go out to the stable block and sleep.  All the time
we were in the dining room the young naked waiters had
been serving the masters with more drinks, and I think
they were all very badly affected by it anyway. So
although there was a lot of argument, none of them
could think of what further games we might play and so
we were let go.  I felt very sorry for the young
waiters as some of the guests were very boisterous
with them - as they put down a drink in front of a
master he would usually slap the poor guy hard on the
ass to dismiss him, and as we were leaving I saw one
of the masters - I think it was Nigger's owner - pull
one of the lads towards him and make him sit down on
his lap.  He pulled the waiter's body close to his,
and started to tweak the lad's nipples and fondle his
dick and balls.  I wondered what dreadful things were
about to happen, but there was nothing I could do
about it anyway, and the big doors closed behind us.

We had to walk back through the host's house totally
naked, but the odd slaves and servants around did not
seem to stare much, and we crossed the courtyard into
the stables building.  We walked down the aisle in the
middle, looking at all the beautiful horses the host
owned, and went into the area reserved for us and sat
down on the straw. Several of the sharp ends dug into
me, and I realised it was not going to be easy to
sleep - every time I rolled over, I thought I would
get pricked again.

"Anyone want to fuck?", Nigger asked as he stretched
his magnificent black body out on the straw:  he
didn't seem to notice the hard ends.  "It's not often
we all get left alone like this, is it,? And it would
be nice to have a bit of fun with other ponies.  I'm
tired of fucking all the servants at my place as
they're not muscled like you guys are, and I'd really
like a proper, strong, virile man for a change.  So
who's game, then?"

I could hardly believe my ears!  How could he be so
blatant about it?  He'd never met us before, and now
he wanted to fuck!  The other guys at my place were so
discrete about it - we knew they were lovers, but they
were always quiet and just went with each other.  I
didn't think that men would ever be so forthright as
this, to come right out and say they wanted your body!
 Burt it seemed that I must be the odd one out,
because almost without thinking about it, Spot threw
himself down on to Nigger and started to kiss him!

I looked in amazement as Spot's tan and black body lay
on top of Nigger's jet black one as the two men
started to use each other passionately - they were
kissing and fondling each other, and could hardly
wait, it seemed, to start playing with each other's
dicks.

"Are you up for it, then?", I heard Ted ask me, and I
looked at him and saw that his cinched dick was
already erect.  He was toying with it, suggestively.

"NO!  I mean.... I mean thanks, Ted, but I don't...."

"You don't what, Steve?"

"I don't fuck."

"You mean your owner doesn't fuck you, or that he
doesn't let you play around with the other slaves?"

"Well both... No neither.  What I mean is that my
owner doesn't fuck me.  He doesn't seem to care
whether his slaves play around with each other - a
couple of the guys in our barracks are lovers and make
out most nights.  But I don't fuck... I don't...."

"You mean you've never been with another man?"

"No.   Why should I?"

"Well, Steve, because all men like sex.  No, all men
need sex.  What on earth do you do to relieve the
tension?"

"Well I jerk myself off...."

"That's what kids do, Steve!  How many slave are there
at your place?"

"Eight."

"And only two have regular sex?"

"Yes."

"Jesus Christ!  What a strange place that must be.
Are all the others old, or fat, or something?"

"No.  One new pony, Jack, is younger than me, but the
rest are about the same.  We all do outdoor work, so
we're all in pretty good shape - not as completely fit
as me, of course, but they've all got good bodies.
Our owner doesn't like fat slaves, and makes sure
we're all pleasant to look at."

"So only two of the eight have sex!  And the rest of
you just jerk off - jerk ourselves off, that is."

"Yes."

"So tonight was the first time you'd ever touched
another guy's dick?"

"Well, yes.  We just don't do that at my place."

"So what did you think of it?  Did you like it?"

Nigger and Spot must have been listening to us, as the
sounds of them starting to have sex had died away as
we were talking.  I didn't know what to say in answer
to Ted's question - in truth, I had quite enjoyed it.
Well, no, "enjoy" is the wrong word.  It had excited
me with its warmth and the way it was simultaneously
both soft-feeling and so solid in my hand.  I suppose
I had liked it - although I'd hated having to do all
those things in front of the other slaves and the
owners, I had actually found the feel of a dick in my
hands to be good.

"Well... Well.... Kind of."

"Ah.... So why don't you and I experiment?  Whilst
Nigger and Spot here are getting really stuck in to
each other, why don't you and I spend a little time
educating you in the ways that guys can really enjoy
each other?"

"Ted, I don't think I want to go that far..."

"Don't be so fucking selfish!  It's not just about
what you want, you know.  There's four of us here, and
two are already in for a fun night.  I need a bit of
stimulation - it's not often I get a chance to play
with a good looking muscular guy like you.... Us
ponies ought to slick together!"

As he said this, Ted slid to the ground and sat
himself against one wall of the stall so his back was
half supported by it.  He kind of spread his legs out,
and held is arms up to me indicating he wanted me to
lie alongside him.  "Come on, Steve, I'm not going to
bite, you know.  Well, only little tiny bites to
stimulate you", he said with a smile.

"Yes, get in there, Steve.  It's like swimming - the
water's lovely once you've jumped in", Nigger added.

Well, I didn't know what to do.  I didn't want Ted to
think me selfish, and I didn't want the other guys to
think I was some sort of wimp who wouldn't join in
properly.  So very carefully I lowered myself onto the
straw and kind of saw by the side of Ted.

No sooner had I sat there, keeping about an inch
between us so that my body did not touch his, he moved
his legs and wrapped them around mine.  At the same
time he reached out with his arms and pulled our two
bodies close together, and he pressed his lips to
mine.  I'd never really been kissed, except by my mom,
and I didn't know what to do.  I could feel his tongue
poking at me, and then some primitive instinct took
over, I guess, as I opened my mouth and let it in.

The hot, wetness of him was something Id never
experienced before - his strong tongue plunged into me
and started to explore my mouth.  One of his hands
rose and pressed into the back of my head so that I
couldn't disengage and, at the same time, his other
hand slid down and gripped my dick.  I was already
erect, and as he gently stroked my 'skin on and off my
head, he thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth.

He let go of me so that I could breathe properly again
after what seemed like and age, and used the hand that
has been holding my head to again pull out two bodies
close together.  I suppose I was surprised to find
that I had broken out in a sweat, and as our bodies
touched we almost slid over each other.

"OK, Steve?"

I sort of nodded and went to say "yes", but my words
were stifled by his tongue again.  As he continued to
kiss me the hand that had been on my dick groped
around to find my hand, then he guided me on to his
dick, and we started to jerk each other off in time to
the thrusting of his insistent tongue.  His other hand
was on my nipple now, and I got that incredible thrill
as he gently pinched and tweaked it - I wanted to
writhe around to get away, but not to get away... you
all know what I mean!  And my hips were thrusting
upwards as he first clamped and then released my tit.


Some where in the background I started to hear myself
begin to moan - a low moan of pleasure and excitement
that came from somewhere deep within me, and my dick
was now so hard it was almost painful.  I knew I was
wanking him just as he was wanking me, and somehow it
seemed so right to be doing this wonderful thing with
another man, a man who was, like me, tough and virile.
 I think I'd have wanted it to go on for ever, but I
began to feel myself cum and my third load of the
night to begin to shoot.    I could feel Ted's cum
start to cover my hand at the same time, and I stopped
jerking him - but he didn't stop his amazing action on
me.  I wanted to cry out as his fingers that were
gripping my dick so tightly continued their
remorseless action on my shaft, but his tongue buried
in my mouth stopped that, and instead I had to try to
use my hand to take his away, and thrust and buck my
body to try to escape.

The funny thing is, the harder I tried to do this, the
harder he carried on jerking at me, and the more
pleasure and pain I felt - I usually always stop
jerking myself off as soon as I start to cum as I just
can't make myself continue, but Ted went on and on,
and I had those amazing feelings of being completely
out of control, in some pain, but at the same time in
an absolute ecstasy!

When he finally did stop and pulled out of my mouth,
we were both covered in sweat and panting for breath.

"Well, Steve.... Was it worth it?"

I lay there gasping, almost unable to speak.  Ted
moved so he was almost on top of me, looked down at
me, and smiled.  At the same time he moved his legs so
that his powerful thigh came right up between my legs
and I felt its heat on my ass hole.

"Well, Steve, at a loss for words, I see.  But you
seem to be smiling, too.... So that was OK, was it?"

I nodded, and m y grin turned into a real smile.  He
moved his thigh so that the tough wiry hairs on it
scraped on my delicate membranes, and I gave a little
wriggle of pleasure.

"So, you see, two guys can do things to each other
that are much better than either can do to himself.
Now.....  We would move on to my second lesson in
proper sex.... But that's the third time we've both
cum tonight, and we've both got to work tomorrow, and
got to work pretty hard, I guess, so perhaps we'd
better sleep..."

All I could do was nod, and I went to move away from
him.  But his legs gripped mine tightly again, and his
arms went around me.

"Don't be silly, Steve.  It will be cold in here later
on, and it's better to be close to another hot body.
And, anyway, you should start to get to know what it's
like to spend time really close to another guy.
Now...."

He moved again, so that his head was resting on my
shoulder and I could feel his warm breath tickling
that big bone that sticks out in front as he breathed.
 His cropped hair was underneath my nose, and I could
smell the wonderful scent of him - the sweat rising up
from him overlaying the soap which we'd been washed
with earlier, and that indescribable something, that
"maleness" that all men have.

I've no real way of knowing how long we slept or what
time it was when I woke - I suppose I'd been moving
around a lot, trying to get comfortable, and because I
didn't know that when you're sleeping with another guy
you do need to be considerate and try to stay mostly
still, because you don't want to disturb his sleep.
With no experience, I just did what I always do and
started to turn over whenever I wanted to, to kick my
legs and so on.

"Lie still", Ted hissed.  "You've woken me up, but let
Spot and Niger sleep."

"Sorry...", I started.

"That's OK, Steve.... My..... What's this?"

Ted's hand was again around my dick, and he could feel
my considerable erection.   I started to try to move
away from him, as I didn't want him to jerk me off
again, but he seemed to be shuffling, too.  And then
the most extraordinary thing happened - something warm
and wet and soft had my dick in a kind of grip, and
there was a low moaning  sound from Ted.  I was in
ecstasy - I was kind of half asleep, and at first it
was just as if Mistress Linda-Anne was riding me, but
at the same time my own hands, groping around in the
darkness, identified that it was Ted's body with its
sculptured muscles that was near me.  It went on and
on, gently teasing and pleasuring my dick, until I was
again moaning with the pleasure.  The longer it went
on the more delicious slimy moistness there seemed to
be on my dick, and the greater the sensation as it
slid over my dick.

I shot for the fourth time that night, and almost at
once the sensation stopped and I felt Ted moving under
me.  His lips pressed mine again, and I gladly opened
them to take his tongue as it stabbed at me, and now,
mixed in with the delicious taste of Ted's saliva, I
had something else.... Oh no, it was cum!   Like every
young lad, almost as soon as I'd started to cum I'd
tried to taste it, but I never liked the smell and so
I never tried it again.  Now I realised that Ted's
tongue was pushing my own cum into my mouth, and,
mixed with all the smells and tastes of him, it was
fantastic. Some how the silky smoothness of it just
doubled and redoubled the pleasure of having this man
in me and on me.

Ted disengaged, gave another little sigh of pleasure,
and we went back to sleep.

Someone shook me awake the next morning, and I was
still locked in Ted's arms - and to my embarrassment
my morning hard-on was stabbing into his body.   Spot
and Nigger were standing above us, and Spot said "Come
on you guys - rise and shine.  Another great day of
being humiliated to please our owners!"

I forced myself to come awake, and Ted seemed still to
be smiling.

"Was that a dream in the middle of the night.... It
was fantastic...."

"No, Steve.  You seemed to be restless, so I did the
one sure thing to put a guy to sleep - I made you cum
again.  Guys usually sleep better after they've cum."

"But it wasn't like being jerked off..."

"I should hope not!  Most guys I've been with think I
give a pretty mean blow job, and it looks as if I
didn't disappoint again!"

"You mean that as your mouth around my dick.... Jesus
Christ, Ted... It was fucking marvellous.  Better than
when my owner's sister uses me...."

All three guys now stood around me, suddenly alert.

"My owner's sister, Mistress Linda-Anne.... When my
owner, Master Jason, lends me to her to take her to
the mall or something, she usually stops on the way
back and kind of lowers herself onto me..."

"Don't you try to fuck her properly?"

"No - I can't.  She always has me lashed in to the
pony trap, and I just have to stand there.

"You poor guy!  That's completely degrading - to have
to stand there, and be used like that."

"Well it's not that bad", I countered. "Well, what I
mean is, it's a whole lot better than just jerking
myself off."

"Better than me?", Ted asked, laughing.

"No!  It's different.... But having another guy's body
near you whilst you're getting all that pleasure...."

We might have carried n like this, but the host's
overseer appeared at the entrance to our stall and
told us to get a move on.  We didn't even have the
benefit of a proper shower that morning - as the
"theme" of the weekend was that we were playing the
part of real ponies, we were treated like animals and
had to stand there in the open yard whilst a couple of
the slaves sprayed a hose pipe over us, and washed us
down with a soapy rag from a bucket of suds.  It was
actually quite cold in the early morning like that,
and we all stood there shivering afterwards.

They fed us slave chow as usual, and that appeared to
be what we were all used to.  Then the overseer
brought out our bits, and told us all to kneel whilst
he fitted them.  He wasn't used to doing this, unlike
our own owners, as he took a long time to find out how
to press the steel bar right back in our mouths, and
then to tighten the holding straps under our chins -
and before that, of course, he had to work out which
bit went with which pony.

I suppose that's where Master Jason got the idea from
- all his friends having ponies with these hateful
bits.  I'd always run perfectly well without one, and
was expensively voice trained.  But if all his friends
had ponies with bits, I guess Master Jason needed to
have the same.

We soon found out how our day was to be spent - there
was a huge grass field about half a mile from the
house, and we trotted there in a line, pulling our
owners in their traps (and with me pulling Master
Jason and Master Scott, as usual.  Once there we
started to have races - at first, it was just one
length of the field, and I didn't do particularly well
as although Master Scott got out of the trap so that I
was only pulling my owner, I'm not particularly well
suited to sprinting.  With his huge long legs, Nigger
won easily.  We were all totally naked, of course, as
we were not going off the estate onto the public
roads, and I began to see why Ted's "cinch" ring was
such a good idea.  I don't think he was necessarily a
better runner than me, but he seemed to be able to
cope much better with doing it naked - my dick and
balls were bouncing around and were actually quite
painful as I ran as hard as I could, but Ted's seemed
to be safely up out of harm's way!

As the four of us stood there at the end of that first
race I began to see how our owners were using us so
badly - we were all panting desperately but could not
really make the most of easing the problems caused by
our exertions because of the obscene bits holding our
mouths open and depressing our tongues - like me, the
other guys had big strings of drool coming out of the
corners of our mouths where we were salivating so much
but had no means of stopping it pouring out.  We were
covered in sweat, and as we moved around I saw that
their backs and asses were covered in the thin red
stripes of the lash -  I could tell from the way that
my own back and ass were stinging that I must look the
same.    And it wasn't right that Spot and Ted had
been ornamented like that, or that every scrap of hair
had been removed from Nigger, either - I was the only
pony slave who even looked vaguely "natural" as a man
should,   And why did our owners make us go totally
naked?  Surely a man, even if he is a slave,  is
entitled to at least a small shred of covering for his
loins, to differentiate him from a real animal?

End Of Part 9

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 10

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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

After the  "sprint trials" we were run on successively
longer and longer distances, and I started to come
into my own as I'm best at a kind of middle-distance
lengths.  But fortunately our owners seemed to tire of
the game before they got onto the half-marathon they
threatened!

We were also spared any further humiliation that
evening as we were told by the overseer that the host
had got a troupe of trained fighters in, and that the
group of friends were therefore going to amuse
themselves by watching a kind of gladiatorial
tournament.  We saw all the slaves who were going to
take part in this arrive as we were being hosed down
in the yard - there were eight of them, and they all
looked like pretty normal guys - all between about
five ten and six three, with athletic, not
over-muscled bodies.  They were all in slave shorts
and Ts, and they waved at us across the yard as they
got out of the cart they'd been brought in and stood
there stretching their limbs.

We asked the overseer about these tournaments, and he
told us that it was becoming quite the fashion -
several owners had found it worthwhile to invest in a
group of slaves and then to train them to fight -
nothing life-threatening, just kind of boxing and
wrestling.  He then hired them out as a group to
masters who wanted to lay on entertainment for their
friends, and the group of fighters would box, or
wrestle, or "fight" - a kind of no-holds-barred thing
- to entertain.

"Well, it doesn't sound very entertaining to me, just
seeing a load of guys wrestle each other", Ted said.

"Fortunately I've been invited", the overseer told
him, "And I'm looking forward to it.  Those guys look
pretty normal now, but see them stripped out of those
shorts and Ts, their naked bodies gleaming with slave
oil, and you'd be surprised.  They're kept entirely
hairless, except for a token scrap above their dicks,
and it's fantastically erotic.  And, of course, they
'fight to the fuck' - the matches go on until one of
them subdues the other to the extent that he can fuck
him."

"Jesus!", Ted cut in.  "You're telling me that some of
these guys get raped every night?"

"Well it's not like rape really". The overseer told
him.  "They all like sex, of course, and I'd guess
that training, working and living together they're
pretty used to each others' dicks.  But it just adds
that bit of excitement to the match to see it finish
that way.  And, of course, we can't be sure that the
guys who like to top necessarily win, and those who
like to bottom necessarily lose - so perhaps some of
the tops get fucked by the bottoms...."

Naive as I was, I didn't really understand what the
overseer was talking about.  I was going to ask, but
he went on "Now, you ponies, if I were you I'd get
into the stables pretty smartish.  If your owners come
out to inspect the gladiators and they see you all
standing here, they might decide to have a little
extra entertainment - I think it would probably amuse
them to have you big, strong bucks completely humbled
by these gladiators.... And, of course, you'd all then
end up getting force fucked!  So scoot."  We did!

We went back to our stable and I was kind of expecting
Ted to pick up where he'd left off the previous night
- but I was disappointed!  As soon as we were in the
stall he went up to Nigger and, standing on tiptoe,
started to kiss him and fondle his balls.  I couldn't
understand why he was so blatantly rejecting me, and I
felt a bit hurt - it was only later that I came to
realise that for a lot of guys "variety is the spice
of life", and after one night with me, Ted was eager
to move on to try someone else.

Spot saw me looking at them and sidled up to me.  "So,
Steve.... Doing anything tonight?"

I didn't really know what to say. I'd seen how Spot
had thrown himself onto Nigger the previous night, and
 so I supposed that he'd like to do the same things
with me.  But I wasn't sure - I'd never been with a
guy before Ted, and somehow starting to have sex with
every available guy seemed somehow to be wrong.  But
as I stood there, Spot came and put his arm around my
shoulder and pulled me close to him so that we were
standing almost directly facing each other.  One hand
grasped my dick, and the other started to flick at my
right nipple almost playfully.

Of course I was aroused, but I still l wasn't sure I
wanted to have sex with Spot - for one thing, I did
find the large tattooed patches all over him to be
slightly off-putting:  I was used to seeing "normal"
slaves back at my usual home, and the huge irregular
coloured splotches all over Spot just didn't look
right.  I'd probably have rejected him, but at that
moment the lights in the stables went out and I really
couldn't see him any longer - and I learned another
important lesson:  in the dark, it's what a man feels
like, and tastes of, that matters, not what he looks
like.

Spot started by kissing me, and I responded eagerly
now.  In fact, I think it was my tongue in his mouth
more than the other way around.  And as he stroked me
to erection, I did the same to him, only much more
enthusiastically, I thought.  He pulled away from me
slightly and muttered "Slow down, Steve - let's not
spoil it by rushing!  Part of the fun is exploring the
other guy's body properly, you know."

With that he set off on the most remarkable series of
caresses, stroking and licking that I'd ever
experienced.  I don't think there's one part of my
body that his hands did not run over, and his tongue
rasped down from my mouth across my chest, down over
my belly (pausing to tickle my navel outrageously) and
then on down along my dick.  I thought he would stop
there, but his persistent wetness continued along the
underside of my dick, and onto my balls.... And then
he sucked them into his mouth!

I moaned with pleasure as my balls gave little twinges
of pain as his lips and tongue bruised and massaged
them, and I heard Spot give a muffled moan of
pleasure.  But he was off again, and I got that
indescribable feeling as a warm tongue first teases
the area behind your balls and then makes its first
contact with the delicate membranes of your ass hole.

"No.... No.....", I murmured.  "Please, Spot, don't do
that........"  I could hardly finish the sentence as
his tongue continued to probe my hole, his warm,
thrusting head continued to press against my thighs,
and his strong hands gripped my body.

He sort of came up for air and shuffled his body so
that we were once again parallel.  He kissed me again,
now holding and stroking my dick whilst a finger
probed at my hole.  I gasped with pleasure as his
fingernail scraped at my delicate flesh, then almost
cried out as he pushed and probed so that his finger
went into my hole!

I could feel his finger making progress in to me, and
then sliding in and out, as his head was again off.
And then I had that wonderful sensation I'd first felt
the night before - the hot, wet cavity of his mouth
was engulfing my dick, as his tongue licked and lapped
at my dick head.

His finger was right inside my hole now, and he
started to push it in and out in time to the sucking
and licking of my dick, and I was transported to some
other place that I had never been before.   I could
dimly hear myself moaning and crying, and then I gave
a great shout as his finger made contact with a part
of me I never even knew existed - he massaged my
prostate, and that, combined with the agile movements
of his lips and tongue, caused me to shoot  probably
the biggest load I'd ever done before.

Like Ted had done the night before, Spot brought his
head back up to mine and kissed me deeply so that I
could share the taste and feel of my cum that was
coating the inner surfaces of his mouth.  We carried
on exchanging kisses and stroking each other's bodies
for some minutes, then Spot whispered "My turn now,
Steve...."

"What?"

"My turn now.... I want that lovely mouth of yours
around my dick as I want to shoot my load down into
your throat.... Come on, Steve, get cracking... Let me
feel that tongue of yours lapping at me...."

"No, Spot.... I.... Well, I don't do things like
that!"

I felt Spot's body go tense against mine, and he
whispered with a new sound of urgency and harshness
"Listen, Steve, when us ponies get together it's 'all
for one and one for all'.  If you didn't want to take
my dick down you, why did you let me suck you off?
Are you one of those guys who wants to have all the
pleasure but isn't prepared to reciprocate?  Or do you
think you're so fucking superior as your owner doesn't
fuck you, and he hasn't had your body ornamented?"

"No, Spot.  It's not like that.  I didn't realise....
Look, mate, I'm sorry.  I thought you just wanted to
suck my dick. I just don't do things like that, and I
didn't realise it was a kind of mutual thing..."

"Well now you do know, so get your head down on me...
Or are you too proud of yourself, with that 'natural'
body of yours, to do the right thing by your fellow
ponies?"

I knew I must be flushing with embarrassment now, as I
hate to do the wrong thing.  I've always been taught
to be polite, to obey orders, and to do what's right.
It sounded to me as if I'd done something that you
weren't supposed to in the world of these men - I'd
taken pleasure, and wasn't prepared to give it.  On
the other hand, I just couldn't bear the thought of
having a dick in my mouth - well, I know that I told
you that I'd never felt another guy's dick before I
came here, but that when I did I thought it was really
exciting;  but somehow it didn't seem that the same
would be true about having one in my mouth!

"Get your fucking mouth around my dick, boy!", Spot
now hissed, rather menacingly, and almost as if I was
acting by remote control I moved my head down over his
body until I smelled that special scent that you only
get from a guy's pubes - that heady aroma that's
partly sweat, partly cum, and partly that
indescribable something else that's something to do
with the  pheromone secretions from around the balls
and the inner thighs.   In spite of myself I was
actually somehow strangely excited, and I stuck out my
tongue and experimentally lapped at Spot's balls and
the underside of his dick.   The taste was like
nothing I'd ever experienced before: you know how it
is - it's one of those tastes that are really rather
different to the accompanying smell.

It was strangely erotic and exciting, and I moved my
mouth up the shaft of his dick so that his meaty head
was actually inside me.  Almost as if they had a mind
of their own, my fingers cupped and caressed his
balls, wet from my saliva, and pushed them together
and up towards his dick, causing it to stiffen even
more.  Spot started to moan, and this encouraged me to
raise and lower my mouth over his dick so that about
half his shaft disappeared into me each time.  No one
had told me you had to be careful with your teeth,
though, and as mine caught on Spot's flange he writhed
and squirmed under me.  I though that this was an
expression of pleasure, and let my teeth scrape more
along his shaft.

Spot's hand lashed out and came down hard on my naked
ass, with a resounding slap, and I pulled away from
him in total surprise.  "Be careful!", he snapped.
"Keep those fucking teeth away from my dick, or I'll
tan your ass harder than that little whip your owner
uses!"

I realised at once I'd done wrong, and hated to seem
to be so inexperienced that I didn't know what I was
supposed to be doing.  Dying of shame, I lowered
myself back onto his dick, keeping my mouth formed
into a big hollow, then slid my lips up and down him
in a way that I hoped would cause maximum pleasure.  I
remembered ho his finger had teased and thrilled my
ass hole, and with some trepidation, as I wasn't sure
you were allowed to do this, I started to move a
finger back from his balls, scratching gently at that
gentle area as he had done to me.  I was pleased to
see that I was doing something right, as Spot's
breathing changed and he became more excited.

It had never occurred to me that you have to press
quite hard to get your finger through a man's hole,
and I was terribly worried that I wasn't doing it
right, or that I might hurt Spot.  And when my finger
did penetrate him, at first I hated the feeling of
being inside him and wanted to pull out.  But Spot
seemed to be enjoying it, and remembering the
incredible feeling when he'd touched that special
"something" inside me, I probed around trying to feel
what it might have been.

Inexperienced as I was I suppose it was just luck that
I found his prostate, as my mouth suddenly filled with
something warm and wet, and Spot gave a subdued shout
of pleasure.  I kept sucking away at him, and his
noises became more intense, and his belly and hips,
that had been thrusting upwards as I sucked away, now
arched towards me.  Fortunately I remembered how I
hated further stimulation after I'd cum, and I
stopped.

I could feel my mouth full of his cum, and I knew then
that I'd gone through some barrier into a new phase of
my life - it seemed to have been so right and natural
to have brought pleasure to Spot in this way.  I felt
myself breaking out into a huge smile, and I slithered
my body up and across his so that I could start to
kiss his mouth and share his load of hot man cream
with him.

We were deliciously damp as our bodies pressed
together and I marveled at how right it felt to have
him close to me, to experience the warmth of him all
along my length, and to be able to touch, caress,
feel, stroke and generally play with this beautiful
thing that is the male body.

Unfortunately we were both so tired from all the day's
exertions that we didn't wake during the night, so my
education did not proceed further that day.  I was
almost looking forward to the third day of our
"trials" - or, rather, I knew I would have to get
through them before I could again experience the
pleasure of another guy close to me - and so I was
very disappointed when, after we had been washed down,
the overseer came up and told us that our owners were
bored and had decided to go off together on a fishing
trip.

The overseer dished out our "uniforms" - Nigger, like
me, wore just a tiny satin pouch to emphasise the
otherwise total nudity of his magnificent frame, but
their owners evidently let Spot and Ted wear more
conventional slave Ts and shorts when they were on
public roads and so on.

"Your owners want you to find your own ways back to
your homes", the overseer said.  "Do any of you guys
not know how to get back?"

We all said we did, then stood there and shook hands
with each other.  We were not made to wear our bits as
we were not to be "driven", and the overseer didn't
manacle me to the shafts, either.  We set off together
at a fairly brisk trot, and it was almost a pleasure
to be able just to jog along, setting an easy pace,
without the constant worry that a stinging whip lash
would cross my shoulders,  back, ass or thighs.  It
was a glorious morning, and after I'd waved good-bye
to the others at a cross roads, I trotted off towards
the city centre.  It was a pleasure to be alive, and
to feel the highway surface speed by under my feet,
and it would have been perfect if only I hadn't been
so acutely aware that my body was almost totally
exposed to the gaze of the increasing numbers of
pedestrians.  Some how it was infinitely worse just
pulling the empty trap - with my owner in control and
in charge, I think I thought that those looking at me
would know it wasn't "my fault" that I was almost
naked in front of them.  But without my owner's hand
on my reins, I was on my own - suppose these people in
the streets were to think that I wanted them to see me
displayed in front of them.  Suppose they thought that
I liked having my dick and my balls barely covered by
the thin silk of the tiny pouch?  I began to realise
that there might be some advantages of having an owner
who would take responsibility for things like that,
however little I might like them myself.

I got back to my "home" in the late afternoon, having
taken it relatively easily, unlike on the journey out.
 My overseer came out, told me to pt the trap away,
and then to have a long relaxing shower - he knew I'd
run a long way (albeit slowly), and he was a generally
considerate slave master.  I then went up to our
communal dorm, and lay there thinking about everything
I'd learned.  Up until then most of us thought that
what one of the gardeners and the handyman did
together was disgusting, but now I knew how much
pleasure they must be giving each other.  I
desperately wanted to feel another man next to me that
night, but how could I do this?  I could hardly ask
Jim or Jake, could I, after all that we'd all said
about the way the two lovers behaved?

The others all came in as I was still thinking about
this, and came up and welcomed me back warmly.  I had
to answer a lot of questions about where I'd been,
what I'd seen, and what I'd done, but I simply didn't
tell them all about the utter humiliation I'd been
through.

I lay there in my narrow bed all night thinking about
how much I missed the other ponies - now that I'd
begun to realise how much excitement I could have from
another guy, I desperately wanted to try it again.
But I just couldn't bring myself to ask Jake or Joe,
or even one of the gardeners, if they'd like to "play"
- I suppose I was so used to them all being "friends"
before I'd discovered sex, that there was just no way
now that I could start a whole new kind of
relationship with them.  So, as usual, I had to jerk
myself off, and I now knew that this just wasn't as
good as the "real thing, so it was almost
disappointing.

I was still hard when I woke up the next morning, and
jerked myself off again.  I wondered if my owner was
still away, and when the Overseer came to give me
regular shorts and a "T", I knew that he must be.

"Right, Steve", the overseer said. "A bit of a change
for you.  Your owner's still away, but he's called and
told me to get you to the vet's office - he's been on
the phone to the vet himself, and he wants a few
things done to you before he gets back.  So run on
down there - no need to take the trap or anything -
just jog along, and hurry back.

It was such a pleasure to be able to run without
pulling a trap!  I simply strode along the country
roads, reveling on the feeling of my body as it almost
joyfully burned up the few miles down to the vet's
office.  And being able to feel "normal" was a huge
change, too - when you've been made to run naked
around a private estate, or wearing just the skimpiest
of pouches as you were in a public place, the feeling
of being dressed "respectably" again is really great.
I was in such a good mood when I arrived - when you
exercise hard, after all, your body releases all those
endorphins, and I was positively aglow with a feeling
of well being when I opened the door and strode into
the vet's waiting room.

There weren't any other slaves in there, and the vet
soon came out to see me.  He recognised me of course,
as I'd been going there for five years, but instead of
being relatively cheerful, as he usually was, he
looked a bit depressed.

"Right, Steve, off with your clothes", he said when we
were in his work room, and I obediently pulled my T
over my head and dropped my shorts.  I was used to
being nude in here, as my previous owner had been very
good and insisted on regular checkups for all his
slaves.  The vet obviously inspected your whole body
closely on those occasions, and so taking my shorts
off in front of him was completely normal - I guess
it's like going to a doctor for a free man:  he's a
professional, and so you just do as he says.

"I'm sorry about this, Steve....", the vet started.
"I don't get much call for what I've got to do for
you, and I did try to tell our owner that he was gong
to affect your value very badly.  But he was
insistent, and as he is your owner, and I do a lot of
work for his family, I had to agree.  Now go and sit
in my operating chair...."

I'd been in that chair before, when he' s had to pull
my back teeth out to accommodate the bit, and I didn't
like going there again - I knew that once the straps
were tightened around my arms, legs and belly, I would
be completely helpless.

I had no option though, did I?  And so I went and sat
down as he's instructed me.

"I really am sorry, Steve. You've got to believe me!
A lot of vets just do whatever they're paid to do, but
I always try to do the 'right thing'.  So when I get
requests to trim a slave's ears, or something, I try
to make the owner see sense and leave well alone -
even though a guy has been enslaved, there's no need
to mutilate him, after all.  But in this instance your
owner just wouldn't be persuaded, and I have no option
but to modify you to please him.  He was also very
insistent that I didn't use anesthetic - again, I
believe in treating slaves just as if they were men,
but your owner wants you to fully experience what's
about to happen to you, and so he has expressly
forbidden me to give you any pain alleviation at all."

"So...", he went on, "The best I can do for you is to
give you this...."

As he was speaking he reached to the side of the chair
and got out a long, black thing about the four inches
long and the size of a broom handle.

"Slip this in your teeth, and bite down on it when the
pain gets too strong", he went on. "It really will
help.  It's made of hard rubber, so you can't bite
through it, or damage your teeth."

He slipped the rod into my mouth, and I could taste
the rubber - it felt cold initially, but it soon
started to warm up.  I bit down experimentally, and
found I could grip it quite comfortably, although my
teeth did not sink into it.  It wasn't like wearing my
bit at all - that fitted snugly at the back of my
mouth where my teeth had been pulled, and the only
unpleasantness about it was the way it stretched the
corners of my mouth when it was strapped in.  This rod
was perfectly comfortable, although I did wonder what
was about to happen to me if the vet thought I'd need
something like this to bite on!

I soon found out!  The vet pulled up a wheeled chair
and sat down beside me, then started to massage my
left nipple so that it quickly became hard.  I
squirmed a bit in the chair, as much as I could, not
so much from any pain, but because I found I was
actually enjoying having my tit played with in this
way.

But this fun interlude was soon over - once my nipple
was hard and erect, the vet held it firmly between his
thumb and forefinger, then, with his other hand,
quickly pierced a very thick needle through it.  My
hole body tried to spasm and jerk upwards, and
instinctively I bit down into the rod in my mouth to
stifle the cry of pain that I needed to give.

"Calm down, Steve... The worst's over on that side
now", the vet said kindly, and wiped away  the sweat
that was starting to trickle across my forehead and
into my eyes with a surgical wipe.

He was lying though, as I continued to try to buck and
squirm as he threaded an open ring through the hole
he'd pierced in my nipple, applied some glue to the
open end, and then used pliers to close them up.  He
moved the ring around all through the hole in me,
muttering "Does that feel completely smooth?  You
can't tell where the join is, can you?"

I half grunted a "no", and he seemed satisfied with
the work.  He gave the ring a playful little "flip" so
it bounced up and down on my chest, and tiny waves of
sensation went through me.

"That was OK, wasn't it?", he went on almost
conversationally.  "Now the other side...."

He scooted around to sit on the other side of me, and
started to tweak my nipple again.  I was of course now
expecting what was about to happen, and my whole body
stiffened as the needle approached my hard tit.  It's
a terrible feeling - you know something's going to
hurt you, yet there's not a single thing you can do
about it - strapped into the chair, I was completely
at his mercy and even though I knew what was in store
for me, I just had to endure it.

I really did hope that when my second nipple sported a
ring like the first, it would be all over.  But no,
the vet was holding another open ring in his hand, and
this one was much larger than the two that I was now
wearing.

"Don't worry about the blood", he told me.  "I've got
to put this one through your nose, through the septum.
When I punch a hole through that bit of cartilage
there blood will flow freely - you know how it is when
you get a nosebleed.  But it will soon stop, as the
blood vessels there are all quite small and the flow
will stop quite quickly.

Well he was right - he used a different instrument
this time, one that looked d a bit like one of those
kitchen gadgets you can get for stoning cherries.  The
spike part went up one nostril, and the little bowl
with the hole in its centre up the other.  I'm sure I
heard, as well as felt, the "crunch" as the pressure
from his hands on the instrument drove the spike
through me, and I really wanted to scream out - I was
glad I could bit down on the rubber bar, as it was
indeed some help in controlling myself, but, even so,
it was very, very unpleasant.  I don't see why my
owner refused to allow the vet to give me any pain
killers - so he wanted me to remember the experience,
to tell me that he was in total control of my body and
could order such things to be done.  But I knew that
I'd remember it every day, with every step I took as
the motion of the rings would remind me.

As I moved I knew that the ring in my nose and the two
through my tits would constantly jog up and down with
my movements, and this would be a constant reminder to
me that I was a slave, a mere object whose owner could
order these things to be done to him.  I didn't need
this pain now as a reminder - everyday life would
provide it, all the time.

With the three rings in place the vet released me from
the straps that been holding me into the chair, and I
stood up, rather shakily.

"It didn't hurt too much did it, Steve?, he asked,
somewhat anxiously, I thought.  Why should he care?

"No, sir, no".  I was recovering, and was able to
respond properly to a master's questions.

"Bend over a moment....." he went on,  and I bent from
the waist, standing at right angles with my hands on
my knees.  I felt his hand moving gently over my right
arse, then there was a sharp stinging sensation.

"Easy, boy...   There.... I've just given you a shot
of long-acting antibiotic so that if there in any
possibility of infection in the first few days, it
will get knocked on the head.  You're all ready to go
now, so you can get dressed."

I pulled my shorts on, but as I went to pull the T
down over me, it kind of snagged on my new nipple
rings and I gave a little murmur of protest.

"You'll be very sensitive for the first few days", the
vet told me, "But you'll soon get used to it.  I don't
suppose your owner would mind if you jogged home,
without wearing that T, though.  It's a warm day, and
I don't suppose too many decent folk would be
affronted by the sight of your naked chest."

I don't know where he'd been.... It wasn't my naked
chest people had been looking at recently!  It was my
naked arse, naked everything ,except what was covered
by the tiny pouch my owner usually made me wear.

As I loped along, though, I began to wish I had worn
the T - the rings in my nips bobbed up and down in
time to the rhythm of my legs, and by the time I got
back, I was really very sore.  There were a few
streaks of blood down me, too, where the motion of the
rings had disturbed the scabs that were trying to form
from the wounds.

That night all my fellow slaves clustered around to
see what had been done to me.  I now felt a distance
between us - even though we were all slaves, they did
at least look like men:  the large ring hanging down
over my upper lip really turned me into some different
kind of being.

Jack was the most concerned, and he took me to one
side and asked what it was like to try to run with the
rings bobbing around.  I told him it was sore
initially, but that it would probably get better, and
I reminded him of how I'd told him that Ted didn't
seem to find it a big problem.

"Well, at least you haven't been fitted with one of
those cinch rings!", he murmured as if trying to
console me.  "But I wonder why not?  Master Jason
evidently got the idea from seeing that slave you told
me about, and you'd think that he'd have had the whole
thing done, wouldn't you?"

I agreed with him, but then thought that perhaps it
was because so much of my work was out on the public
highway where local ordinances required my owner to
keep me clothed (albeit with only a humiliatingly
small pouch).  I kind of reasoned that if I as
cinched, and my tackle was thrust right out in front
of me, he'd have to give me a much larger covering.

Jack was still fascinated by my rings, though, and
wanted to touch them.  He reached out and very
hesitantly touched the one on my right tit, and I gave
a little shudder of pleasure.

Lowering his voice so that the others wouldn't hear at
all, he whispered "At slave school I used to have a
special friend and he used to play with my tits
before...."

"Before what, Jack?"

"Well, you know... Well, where I was trained the
slaves were encouraged to enjoy each other's
bodies.... I've really missed it since I was here,
where you guys don't like to play around....."

As he was speaking he'd continued to finger my nip,
using the ring as an excuse, and my tit had gone hard
and erect, and little waves of pleurae and excitement
were running through me.  We were both naked, of
course, as it was almost bed time, and when he saw
that I wasn't rebuffing him, Jack rested a hand on my
belly and moved it slowly and gently downwards.  He
moved on until I felt his fingers press gently into my
pubic hair - or, rather, what was left of it.  I
couldn't help it - I came erect, and Jack's fingers
were soon sliding along my shaft.

Even with only a tiny bit of experience I found myself
responding - it was as if my body instinctively knew
what to do.  I moved my head closer to his so that our
to breath was playing over each other, and I too
reached down and felt for his dick, which was of
course also erect.  We started to stroke at each
other, and then Jack leaned even closer to me and
pressed his lips to mine.

Within seconds we were wreaked in each other's arms,
and we fell backwards onto a bed.

Jack made all the running - he evidently knew a lot
more about how to play with a guy's body than I did,
and all I could do was first to respond ,and then to
mirror his actions back to him.  I didn't care that
all our fellows were probably rather shocked by what
we were doing - it felt so right to have Jack's hard,
muscular body intertwined with mine in the narrow
single bed.  Not that we did all that much that first
occasion - we just jerked each other off, then slept
in that blissful comfort that only another guy wrapped
around you can bring.

End Of Part 10