Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2006 06:02:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Stud, Part Three

YOUNG  STUD

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Three

Well it wasn't exactly like "not being looked at" the
next day, I was to discover, in spite of what Jeff had
promised.  But before that we had to check into a
motel, and the boss took a "family" room with two big
double beds in it.  It seems that he always took the
one near the door, and Jeff sort of threw himself down
on the other, fairly tired from the long drive.  I
wondered where I was going to sleep as there wasn't
even a couch or anything in there, until Jeff, seeing
me looking, patted the bed by the side of him and said
"Over here, Steve - which side do you like?  I'm
easy...."

Well I'd never shared a bed with anyone before, so I
didn't know, and Jeff said "Well, if it's OK by you, I
like the left."  I still stood there, wondering what
it was going to be like to be in the same bed as
another guy, but my thoughts were interrupted when the
boss said quietly "Now you two, hit the showers - I'm
ready to eat, and you're both a bit sweaty from this
afternoon and I don't want to sit in a restaurant with
you like that."

Jeff bounded up at once and didn't even hesitate to
strip off his singlet and shorts.  He flicked his dick
casually to release it from where the sweat had stuck
it to his balls, as if completely oblivious to the
fact that us two were watching him, then sauntered
casually into the bathroom.  He didn't shut the door,
but stood and pissed into the lavatory before turning
the shower on, and stepping in.

"Get a move on, Steve", the boss said quietly.

"Jeff isn't finished, boss.."

"Steve, I think you ought to be more concerned about
ecology and saving the planet!  Surely you don't want
to waste all that water - and hot water at that, which
has used fuel to heat it... Get along and shower with
Jeff."

Well I suppose there ought not to have been any
problem, as I've frequently shared showers with all my
buddies and team mates after a game, but of course
they're proper communal showers, with a lot of space
between the shower heads.  This, though, was a small
"domestic" one, and Jeff's big body was already in
there, and I hesitated.

The boss's face flickered with a twinge of impatience
as he said to me "Steve, so far I've been very
lenient, I'll remind you.  But you've got to learn
that I will be obeyed.  I do not tolerate my slaves
being disobedient, not even in the slightest degree,
and all day you have been hesitant, questioning my
authority.... I think it's time you learned that I am
serious in what I say, and that I  will have total and
complete obedience."

His tone changed as he rapped "Jeff, get out here!",
and without pausing even to wrap a towel around him,
his big muscular body shedding water as he moved, Jeff
came out of the shower and stood in front of us there,
dripping water on to the carpet.

"See, Steve?  Jeff obeys, instantly.  That's what
you've got to aspire to, and learn.  And I think it
would be instructive for you to have a little lesson
in what will happen to you if you don't.  However, as
you will find out, I'm not unnecessarily harsh or
cruel to my slaves, so as it's your first day I won't
use the punishment cane on you. "  His tone changed
again as he looked at Jeff and continued "Put him over
your knee, Jeff, and spank him - four of those big
hands of yours on each butt cheek should do the job."

I swear Jeff had a big grin on his face as he grabbed
hold of me - I tried to struggle, but he wrapped his
huge strong arms around me and, before I could react,
he had sat back onto the bed and got me across his
knees!  I felt his fingers of one hand dig into my
neck and as I squirmed and struggled I heard him say
in a firm tone "Stop it, Steve - I don't want to have
to hurt you....", emphasising this by squeezing his
fingers, causing a very sharp shooting pains to go
through me as is fingers dug into the nerves in my
neck.

I lay there for a moment, wondering what was to happen
next, and then, to my horror, felt Jeff grabbing at my
shorts and pulling them down!  I could feel the wet
heat of his thighs on my belly, and my dick was
squashed against something warm and hard that could
only be his.  But before I could even think about the
shame of having my dick touching another guy's, I had
something else to think about:  there was a sharp
"slap" noise and my body jerked convulsively as a hard
pain shot through me, followed by a spreading, dull
ache.   "One!", I heard Jeff say.

Well I don't know if you remember being spanked as a
kid - then it's the anger of your dad that's almost as
bad as  the physical pain, isn't it?  You know you've
done something really bad to upset him, and that's
almost as bad as the hurt you feel as he spanks you.
But this was worse, far worse.  I mean, I'm a mature
man now, and men shouldn't be subjected to physical
punishment like that, should they?  And it's not as if
Jeff was angry with me:  he was merely carrying out an
order from the boss.  I was so embarrassed and ashamed
as the spanking went on because I was so totally
powerless to prevent this punishment and the hurt to
my body - as much as I tried to, I couldn't escape
from Jeff's lap because of the hold he had on my neck,
and there was absolutely no way of avoiding his big
hand as it slammed down time and time again onto my
butt.  Each stroke hurt as it landed, and then there
was this terrible, slow, "burn" that spread all
through the muscles of my butt, just starting to die
down as the next blow landed.  What made it worse,
though, was the knowledge that as it went on I began
to get an erection - my dick started to dig down and I
could feel it rubbing against Jeff's, and his balls.

I was ashamed, embarrassed, furious at the treatment I
was getting, and physically hurting when it was over.
Jeff let go of my neck, and I scrambled to my feet,
totally unable to prevent myself from clutching at my
butt and rubbing at it to try to take some of the pain
away.  I felt even more stupid ad demeaned as I did
this, hopping around in front of Jeff and the boss as
I frantically rubbed at my butt to try and ease my
suffering.

Jeff was smiling, almost smirking, as he watched me,
and the boss seemed amused, too - and that all made it
worse.  Then the boss spoke in his usual quiet tones
"Now, Steve, let that be a lesson to you.  Jeff quite
enjoys that sort of thing, I think, but I don't want
to give him the pleasure of spanking you too often!
Just try and forget everything you know about
behaviour, and focus on two things only:  Firstly,
obey me totally, and instantly.  And secondly, there's
no shame, or embarrassment, in doing something I've
ordered you to do:  that's what a slave is for, to
obey his owner in every tiny respect, irrespective of
how he may feel about it."

He stopped for a moment, and went on "Anyway, get in
the shower, as we're all waiting to go to dinner."

As I walked to the bathroom, very conscious of my
rock-hard dick bobbing up and down as I did so, I
thought at least that I had avoided having to go into
the shower with Jeff and be in such intimate contact
with him.  But then I heard the boss again:  "Jeff,
get in there and really give Steve a good, thorough
washing.  He needs to get used to the idea that I own
his body, and if I want him to shower with you, that's
what happened."

I was standing there, about to shampoo my hair ,when
Jeff climbed in beside me.  His warm, wet body was
pressed all up against mine, and he gently pushed my
hands away from my head and whispered "Let me do that,
buddy - the boss wants you to get used to having my
hands on you."

Well I'd never had anyone wash my hair before - at
least not since I was a little kid, and mom used to do
it!  And she didn't have a body like Jeff's, pressed
so close to mine in the narrow space of the shower!
And when he'd done my hair he wouldn't let me soap
myself, either:  his big hands moved quickly and
efficiently moved all over me, and, if I was honest,
I suppose I'd have to say that it wasn't totally
disagreeable.  But washing me all over also included
soaping my dick and balls, and I gave a little grunt
of alarm as Jeff's hands cupped me down there.  "Easy,
buddy.... I'm not going to hurt", Jeff whispered.  "I
know how sensitive a guy's balls are, you know."

It was not so bad, I suppose, but as he washed the
soap off, he took hold of my dick again and let it
rest in the palm of my hand.  To my horror his thumb
started to stroke at my foreskin, nudging it back so
that my dick head lay  there totally exposed.
"Please....", I whispered, a tone of urgency in my
voice.  "Please don't do that...."

I know it sounds ridiculous, but you guys who've been
'skinned just don't realise how sensitive your dick
head is when you're used to having it covered
protectively.  And it's so private!  I mean, I'd been
seen naked lots of times by my buddies, as we showered
together after sports and stuff.  But you never expose
your dick head to another guy, do you?  I reckon the
only people who'd seen my dick head before were my mom
and dad, when I was a kid, and my girl friends (well,
at least those of them who'd gone as far as  I wanted
with them!).

"Shhh...", Steve whispered again, being careful to
keep his voice down and inaudible above the noise of
the shower.  "The boss is watching, and he told me to
make sure you were clean.  I know what it's like for
you guys with 'skins - all that stuff that accumulates
under it.... And it's got to be washed away.  If the
boss sees you arguing, or if he sees that I'm not
doing what he ordered, we'll both be in trouble."

If washing my dick head was bad, I almost squirmed
with the embarrassment of having Jeff's soapy hand
sliding down between my butt cheeks!  I mean, it's
quite fun to wash yourself there, isn't it?  But
having another guy's hand doing it is something else -
it's not disgusting, totally, but somehow this
invasion of your private space - especially when
Jeff's fingers touched my hole - was something I
wasn't expecting and had never experienced before.
Jeff was grinning as he did it, though, and I heard
him whisper again, turning his face away from the boss
to avoid being seen, "Fun, isn't it, Steve?  You're in
great shape, buddy!"

Well hearing that wasn't much consolation.  I really
did hate having another guy having his hands all over
me, but what was I supposed to do?  The ache radiating
from my butt was a constant reminder to me of what
would happen if I displeased the boss, and if a
"simple" spanking like this could be so painful, what
would one of those beatings with a punishment cane, or
a whip be like?  So I just stood there as Steve knelt
down and washed my legs and then, in turn, each foot,
soaping between my toes so that I wriggled a bit as it
tickled, causing my dick to brush against his head!
That didn't seem to worry him, though.

We went to a steak place in the same strip mall as the
motel, and as we went in the boss asked the host if it
was OK to bring in slaves, and was told that it was a
liberal establishment and that slaves were allowed to
eat with their owners provided they were seated in a
special part of the room "to avoid outraging some of
our customers, sir", the host explained, "Those who
are clearly not as liberal as you."

I was hungry actually and looking forward to dinner,
but the waitress only bought one menu, and without
consulting us or anything, the boss ordered lobster
and all the trimmings for himself, together with a
half bottle of white burgundy, and T-bone steaks,
rare,  for Jeff and me together with plain green
salads and water to drink.   Look, I like my steaks
medium-rare, and I was going to tell the boss this
when I remembered how Jeff had reacted at lunch, so I
kept quiet, thinking I could perhaps just eat the bits
around the edge that would be cooked a bit more.  And
when our meals did arrive, I watched Jeff closely, and
only began to eat when he did, after the boss had
started.  It turned out that I wasn't allowed to leave
any of my meal at all, though:  I was toying with the
very bloody bits, and the boss got up to go off to the
men's room (Jeff getting to his feet, and pulling me
to mine as the boss stood up).

Then Jeff looked at me and told me to hurry up and
finish as the boss didn't like to be kept waiting at
the end of the meal, and when I told him  I didn't
want the rest as it was too rare, he looked really
worried.  "Steve, eat it up - I don't want the boss
upset at you, and I don't want him to tell me to hit
you again.  He's paid for that food, and he expects
every scrap to be eaten - you'll be working hard, and
you need the nourishment to build up your muscle."

"But I don't like rare meat....  I can't eat it."

"You can, Steve!  Of course you can.  Look, buddy,
just try, will you?  If you upset the boss again he'll
probably order me to cane you, and I've seen a guy's
butt when the cane has been used hard and viciously,
and I don't want to have to do that."

So I tried, almost choking on the vile stuff.  And
Jeff, seeing the problems I had, looked around to make
sure the boss was still in the men's room, then
reached over and helped me out by swallowing a lot of
it himself.  I did begin to wonder about Jeff's
training, that such an apparently simple thing caused
him to be so worried about the boss seeing what he
did.

Back in the motel room the boss told Jeff and me to
get to bed, and without hesitating for an instant Jeff
stripped off his clothes and walked to the bathroom
and began to brush his teeth.  I saw the boss look at
me, and remembering the earlier incident, hurriedly
pulled my clothes off too.  "Straight into the
bathroom, Steve", the boss told me. "You and Jeff use
it together as I don't like to be kept waiting."

So as Jeff stood there brushing his teeth I had to
squeeze in next to him, my body pressed up against
his, as I stood there and pissed.  It's one thing to
piss when there's another guy in the room, and quite
another to do it when his body is touching yours, I
think you'll find! Jeff finished then and went to take
my place to piss, and I asked him where my toothbrush
was.  He just pointed at the one he'd been using.

"That's gross!", I whispered.

"Steve, it's not.  It's perfectly clean - I've just
used it to clean my teeth, after all, so it's no
longer dirty as I do the job properly, and do a lot of
rinsing...."

"No, it's gross.  I'll just have to go to bed with
them dirty, until we can buy another one tomorrow...."

Steve looked through the open door, very nervously,
and I glanced out too and saw that the boss was
apparently engrossed in the Wall Street Journal and
wasn't directly looking at us.  Steve grabbed my arm,
at the biceps, and began to squeeze quite hard so that
it started to hurt.  "Look, you stupid dumb fuck", he
hissed urgently.  "We aren't going to buy another one
tomorrow!  You and me don't have any money, remember?
We're slaves!  And the boss wants us to share
everything, to be like brothers, and so he won't buy
one.  You could leave your teeth tonight, but that
won't fix the problem - it will be the same tomorrow.
Except that if the boss finds that you're not cleaning
yourself properly, he'll make me cane you!  You've got
to remember, Steve, that the boss is worried about
your teeth:  they belong to him, and if they get
diseased, it's his property that's being damaged, and
it's him who'll have to pay the dentist.  So stop
being a stupid fuck, and start work...."

I bean to shake my head, but Jeff's grip tightened on
me and I wanted to lash out at him to make it stop,
except that Jeff's attitude to the boss had made me
worried about him, too.  Jeff whispered again "Look,
Steve, just do it for now.... Tomorrow, you can get
into the bathroom first and use the toothbrush first,
and the razor.... I don't mind going second....."

At that moment the boss turned the page in his
newspaper and shouted "You two.... Get a move on!"

Well, what was I to do?  I put some toothpaste on the
brush and gingerly raised it to my mouth.  I almost
gagged and choked as I put it in, feeling it was wet
from where Jeff had used it, rather than dry as it
should be.  But once I got started, I suppose it
wasn't all that bad.

Jeff and I came out of the bathroom then and the boss
looked at us standing there naked in front of him.
"Into bed you two", he said, as if it was the most
natural thing in the world.  "And Steve.... No jerking
off!  Jeff knows that's forbidden as I need all his
cum for studding, but I'll tell you now that you are
forbidden to jerk off - ever - unless I give you
specific permission otherwise.  And tonight you don't
have it, as tomorrow is your debut as a stud, and I
want you to perform well."

He lay there looking kind of expectant, until I
realised I was supposed to say something.  I guess I
was in a bit of shock as no one ever talked to me
about jerking off - well, except my buddies, that is,
and we hadn't done that since we were about fourteen!
So I muttered "Yes, boss."

He nodded, and Jeff threw back the covers on the bed
and leapt in, stretching his big body luxuriantly,
then reaching his arm out across the bed as if in
welcome.  Well it wasn't very welcoming - I didn't
want to lie next to him, after all:  I'd never shared
a bed with another guy, and especially not when both
he and I were totally bare-assed naked!  And now it
looked as if I couldn't help avoiding touching him.

I lay down, gingerly, and tried to move Jeff's arm,
but he was too strong, and I had no choice but to lay
my head on it.  Jeff pulled the covers over us and we
lay there, on our backs, side by side but not
touching, as I listened to the sound of him breathing
right next to me, and felt the warmth of his arm on my
head.  The boss  got off the bed then and took off his
slacks and shirt, hanging them neatly in the clothes
closet, and sauntered into the bathroom, closing the
door behind him - I couldn't help noticing that, like
my dad, he wore cotton boxer shorts.

"Hey, this is nice", Jeff said, turning his handsome
face towards me.  "I've always wanted a kind of kid
brother.... Sisters just aren't the same.  Pity about
the jerking off, though - I know I'm not allowed to,
but for your sake I was hoping the boss would forget
to tell you, so you could have a bit of relief.  You
must be desperate to jerk off, as you didn't stud this
morning and your balls must be bursting!"

"A fat lot of difference it would make - I couldn't
jerk off, could I?  Not with you next to me, and the
boss listening...."

"Steve, you've got a lot to learn!  You'll be doing a
lot more than jerking off with the boss listening, and
me watching, you know.  You saw what I did this
morning.... Well, tomorrow, you and me both are going
to be doing that.... Several times."

"Jeff, it's not right...."

"Steve - remember what the boss said:  you're a slave
now, and whatever your owner tells you to do, you have
to do it.  There's no 'right' or 'wrong' to it."  He
turned over to face me now, and the scent of his body
wafted up to me as the sheets moved- that heady,
strong, pure male smell of a clean, fit body.  "Look,
don't worry.  I was like you - I used to be worried
about this sort of stuff, but now I enjoy it.  You
told the boss you had girlfriends, and you liked
fucking - well, once you get over thinking about what
those watching are thinking about, you'll start to
really enjoy it, I bet.  After all, it's being served
up to you on a plate - no chasing after the women, no
courtship crap - you just get in there and fuck them.
I mean, look at that cute little Mexican bitch they
gave me this morning - didn't you fancy her?  Can you
imagine being given that to enjoy, without any of the
hassle of chasing for it?"

He stopped for a moment, and went on "Fuck me, just
thinking about her is making me hard again, and I've
got to wait until tomorrow morning to do anything
about it!"

Just at that moment the boss came out of the bathroom,
still in his cotton boxers, and slid into the other
bed.  I was kind of hoping he might put the TV on as I
like to see the news and stuff, but he carried on
reading the paper for a bit, and then turned out the
light.  As soon as he did, Jeff moved across the bed
so that he was right up against me - I tried to push
him away, but of course he was too strong, and when I
hissed at him "Jeff, cut it out..." The boss roared
out "You two!  Be quiet!  If I hear one more sound,
I'll personally cane both of you."

That didn't seem to stop Jeff as he curled his arm so
that I was forced to turn and lie on my side, and the
next moment is body was pressed up against me, and I
could feel the hair on his chest against my naked
back, and the pressure of his cock, and his wiry
pubes, against my butt.  I hated it.  I wanted him to
stop.  But what could I do?  I couldn't even tell him
to back off, in case the boss carried out his threat.
So I just had to lie there, feeling his breath on the
nape of my neck.  I couldn't understand why my dick
was rock hard - there's no way I wanted a guy so
intimately close to me.  I reached down and felt it,
and the very touch of my fingers caused me to go even
harder, and a shudder to run through me.  If I'd been
alone I'd have jerked off, of course, but I just
couldn't do that now - not because of the boss's
threats, but because there was just no way I could do
it with Jeff pressed against me.  I was in such
discomfort, though - you know how it is when you
really want to jerk off - your dick seems to get
harder and harder, until it feels as if the pressure
of the blood inside it is going to burst it.

I suppose, well I know, I did get to sleep eventually,
as I certainly wasn't awake all night.  But it wasn't
a deep, unbroken restful sleep - I woke up several
times, and always there was Jeff's warm body next to
me - sometimes "spooned" into my back, as we'd
started, but now also with his strong hairy legs
somehow intertwined with mine.  And like a lot of guys
he had erections even though he was asleep, and I
could feel his dick pushing at my ass crack.  And
sometimes we were facing each other and my dick was
pressed against the slight treasure trail of hairs
that ran across his muscled belly.    Then, of course,
as you do, I fell into a deep sleep just before we
needed to get up, and I was shocked out of my slumbers
as Jeff gave me a slap on my bare butt!  I sprang to
my feet, only to realise, too late, that I'd got my
normal morning erection, and stood there with it
shaking up and down obscenely.

"In the bathroom first, Steve", Jeff said, adding in a
whisper "You can use he toothbrush first".  And as I
stood there having pissed, cleaning my teeth as I was
again aware of Jeff's big muscled frame pressing
against me.   We only had a quick shower though -
barely any soaping - before we dried ourselves (the
boss called out to rebuke Jeff for using a clean towel
when he could use the same one as me), and dressed in
out skimpy tops and shorts.

The boss bought us breakfast at a diner - he had juice
and eggs and toast and coffee, but it seemed Jeff and
me got only chow and water this time (there was a
special section of the menu, I noted, offering "dishes
suitable for slaves" ), and he and I sat there
stolidly chomping away at the hard biscuit as the boss
enjoyed his food.  I suppose I knew about chow before
I'd become a slave, and at high school for a time
there had even been a bit of a fad for daring other
guys to eat it.   But when you have a big portion of
it, it really makes you work:  you have to crunch it
up, and it's very hard, then chew it a lot to get it
mixed with your spit before you can swallow the stuff.
 And, as I was learning by now as Jeff nudged me, it
was unacceptable for me to leave any of it and I had
to finish the entire portion.

We drove on then, the boss and Jeff occasionally
exchanging a few words about today's assignment - Jeff
seemed , as usual, unconcerned about it, and, I
thought, might even be looking forward to it.   The
boss also spoke to me, telling me that as this was my
first "real" assignment I should watch Jeff and do
just as he did.  I tried to protest again, saying that
it wasn't right to make me fuck, and the boss didn't
seem cross - perhaps he was in a very good mood that
morning - as he just chuckled and, almost laughing,
added "Steve, you're a young, hot-blooded, fit
American guy!  All men of your age like fucking, and
you should be grateful that you're getting this
opportunity.  Just do as Jeff does, and you'll find
you enjoy it.  And, anyway, I want to hear no more of
this - you're my slave, a stud, and that's final."

When we arrived  I was a bit surprised - I was
expecting another mansion, as I'd seen the day before,
but in fact this seemed to be some sort of factory,
with a big low building with a parking lot outside.
All three of us went in, then Jeff and I stood in
reception (Jeff pulled me gently to one side when I
went to sit on one of the couches there for visitors,
and indicated that, like him, I should stand there
with my feet slightly apart, my head bowed, and my
hands clasped behind my back).

The boss had gone off into the offices, and reappeared
a few minutes later, going out through the entrance
doors and calling back to us "I'll see you boys
tomorrow - and remember, Steve: behave, and enjoy
it!".  We stood there for a few more minutes until a
guard came out from another set of doors, and snapped
"You boys follow me."

It was indeed a factory - as we walked down the aisle
through them middle of it I could see row upon row of
sewing machines, each being worked by a woman,
presumably a slave, all dressed alike in a simple grey
slave smock.  They were machining some sort of
garments, and I could see guards patrolling up and
down with the usual canes and prods, that they used
occasionally to ensure that the work rate was kept up.
 I was so embarrassed as Jeff and I walked along, as
the women nearest the aisles were whistling at us and
making remarks about us, like "Look at that one....
Imagine the dick on that thing" and "Isn't the young
one cute?", and stuff like that.   I could feel myself
going red with embarrassment.

At the far end of the huge place we went through more
doors and into what I suppose were the living quarters
of the slave workers, as there were side corridors
leading off to what looked like showers and
dormitories, and we went on through another door into
a strange room - we were in a bare space, but half way
across it was a set of floor to ceiling bars, behind
which were twelve stark naked women!    I gasped in
amazement as I'd never seen so much naked female flesh
before, and I couldn't help noticing that they were of
all ages - the youngest I guessed would be sixteen or
so, and the oldest could even be my mom's age.  As
you'd expect, they all looked different, too - none of
them was particularly fat, but the young ones tended
to have solid-looking tits, whereas the breasts of the
older ones were sagging from the remorseless onslaught
of gravity!

Jeff and I stood there until the door opened again and
a huge nigga came in - he was even taller than Jeff,
and very muscular indeed, and very black!  You know
how it is - there's a huge variety of different
colours in niggas, but this one was almost coal black.
 He was wearing a pair of ragged shorts, held up by a
piece of frayed rope that barely kept them up on his
hips, and the moment he saw Jeff he sprang across the
room, threw his arms around Jeff and began slapping
him on the back.

"Jeff, my man - good to see you again."

"And you, Coon", Jeff replied, disentangling himself.
"And this is my new assistant, Steve...."

The big black now threw his arms around me and slapped
me on the back, and exclaimed "So Jeff's getting worn
out, is he, and they need some new spunk to stud
with.....?"   He pushed me away from him and his eyes
raked my body, as he went on "And aren't you the
handsome one, then....?"

Before I could say anything the guard snapped "OK you
boys, I've got work to do - you know the form... Strip
off."

The nigga just pulled at the rope around his waist and
the ragged shorts fell to the floor.  His dick, which
began to go hard as soon as it released, was on the
same heroic scale as the rest of him, and I couldn't
help notice that the head was much paler than the rest
of his ink-like body, almost a pinky-brown.  Look, I
don't want you to think that I make a point of looking
at other guys' dicks, but I just couldn't help
noticing this as it was so very different from the
sleek blackness of his muscular form.  Then it
occurred to me that it was probably because he'd been
'skinned, as, after all, quite a lot of guys' dick
heads are a different shade from their dick shafts,
aren't they?

Some of the women behind the bars had got up and were
standing there taking a real interest in Coon, and he
in turn was smiling at them, and began to stroke his
dick suggestively (making it go hard of course).  Jeff
stripped off as well, and the women now started
calling out stuff about how well he hung  he was, and
Jeff, too began to emulate Coon by stroking his dick
to erection.  Then Coon and Jeff both looked at me,
and Jeff said "Come on, Steve!  We're waiting to get
started.... Get naked, and we can get in there and
begin."

I stood there not knowing what to do.  It was clear to
me by now that the three of us were supposed to go in
and stud the women.... But I just couldn't do it.  I
suppose that if it had just been Coon and Jeff, and
possibly the guard, too, then I might have been able
to do it as we were all guys together.  But having the
women watching me.... Well, how would you like it, to
have to strip off in front of so many?

"Steve....", Jeff began again.  "Come on, boy.... I
know you've got nothing to be ashamed of..."

"Jeff, I can't....."

I saw Jeff  wink at Coon, and the next moment the big
naked nigga threw his arms around me pinioning my arms
to my side (and I could feel his big, hard dick
stabbing at me), and Jeff quickly knelt down in front
of me and pulled my shorts down, and lifted up each of
my feet in turn to get them completely clear of me!
The women at the bars all gave a kind of cheer, and
Coon swivelled me around so that I was totally exposed
to them.  Some of them were laughing, and some of them
were making all kinds of sarcastic remarks about a boy
being asked to do a real man's job!

Coon let me go then, and, if that's possible, I felt
even more embarrassed now with my dick and ass all
exposed but with the little shirt just hanging down
over my body.  So I did the only thing  I could, and
pulled it over my head - getting a round of cheering
from the women as I did so.

Before we were put in with the women there was one
other thing, though:  the guard came over with three
aerosol cans and used each in turn to spray the pubes
of Coon, Jeff and me.  It was cold as it hit me and I
gave a little start, and Jeff muttered "It's only the
raddle, Steve."

"What the fuck's a raddle?"

"Oh it's an old term that sheep farmers use.  When
there's more than one ram in a field of ewes, they
used to smear paint on the rams' bellies, so the next
day they could look at the ewes' backs and see which
ram had covered which ewe.  Those aerosols contain a
very weak chemical - a different one in each can - and
each of our pubes is now covered in it, a different
one for each of us.  Then tomorrow they'll just run a
simple analysis on each of the bitches, and they'll be
able to make sure that they've all been covered, and
they'll know which of us has fucked which one.... And,
of course, if one of us hasn't done enough....."

The guard opened the gate into the barred enclosure,
and Coon almost rushed in.  I stood there, hesitating,
and seeing this, Jeff put his arm around my shoulders
and led me towards the gate.  "Come on, Steve -
there's nothing to be scared of!  You've fucked women
before, and this is just the same:  just forget about
Coon and me doing the same thing alongside you, forget
about the other women watching, and just focus on
enjoying the one you've got.  Now, which one do you
fancy starting with?  They lock the three of us in
here all night with the women and before tomorrow we
have to have covered them all between us.... Coon
always likes to start with the one he considers the
worst, as he says he's so horn when he starts that he
can make himself fuck her, and then, as he gets more
and more tired, he has better and better women to look
forward to.  But I reckon to have a bit of fun, so I
always start with the one I fancy most.... And later
on it can be a bit of a struggle.... But some of these
older women are pretty desperate but know a trick or
two as they only get to enjoy a man when they're up
for breeding...."

We were inside now and I head the guard close and lock
the gate behind us.  I looked at the women and didn't
know.  Jeff's voice was gently insistent, though:
"Come on, Steve!  You're the man, remember?  It's you
who picks out which of these ladies is going to get
your attention first.... Do you want that young nigga
over there - she's about your age?  Or how about one
of these older ladies..... I bet this one knows a
trick or two to excite a young stud like you....."

Look, you may think I was being silly.  But we grow up
with certain expectations of "courtship rituals" and
stuff like that, and we expect to meet women in
certain ways and progress to fucking them in a number
of stages.  And although a lot of guys fantasise about
going to an orgy, it's one thing to do that, and quite
another to actually go to one.  I wonder how some of
you would really feel if you were stark naked, along
with two other guys, facing twelve naked women, and
knowing that you're supposed to fuck four of them that
night?

As I watched, Coon grabbed one of the older women and
pushed her to the ground.  He didn't seem to use any
finesse or anything - one moment he'd been standing
there, and the next moment his big muscular butt was
pounding up and down as he fucked her!

"Come on, Steve....", Jeff said.  "It doesn't get any
better by waiting, you know.  You could stand here for
an hour, and the situation would be the same:  you've
got to choose one of these ladies, and get stuck in."

Seeing my uncertainty, though, he went over and
grabbed the nigga who was about my own age and led her
over to me, then pushed us towards the rear of the
cage.  He elbowed some of the other women aside,
saying "Give the boy a bit of room here.... He's new
to this....", then, indicating to me a clear space in
the corner, he went on "So this is it, Steve!  Get
stuck in, boy!"

End Of Part Three