Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2006 00:14:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Stud, Part Four

YOUNG  STUD

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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

Part  Four

I still didn't want to do it, even though I could feel
myself becoming excited by the thought of the young
nigga bitch.  I could hear Coon already stuck in,
right in the centre of the cage:  he was almost
shouting "Fuck, fuck, fuck....." As he pistoned into
the bitch he'd selected, and she in turn was moaning
and crying as Coon's big dick ravaged her.  Jeff had
selected a bitch about his own age, and was taking it
more slowly - I could see him doing, as he had the day
before, a bit of fondling and general messing around.
Although you could tell from his rock hard dick that
this wasn't going to be prolonged as he was clearly
ready to get started!

I wondered if I could get away without fucking anyone,
and then I remembered the "raddle" - what would happen
the next morning if they found I hadn't been with any
of the bitches?  At the very least I'd be punished,
but probably Jeff would laugh at me for being so
stupid.  I was still standing there with the bitch,
thinking about all of this, when she murmured "Come
on, boy... They said you were new... Haven't you ever
been with a woman before?  Do you usually fuck the
boys, then?  Never mind, I'll show you what it's all
about...."

Her hands slid down my body and gripped my dick, and I
kind of lost it.  Well, I  mean, she was as much as
saying that I was a fag for not wanting to go with
her!  And, anyway, you can't let a woman make the
running like that, can you?  I mean, it's the guy who
decides what's to be done, and where, isn't it?  It
kind of helped, actually - I wrapped an arm around her
and pressed her to me so that  I could feel her tits
with their nipples going hard against my chest, and my
other hand snaked down and I started to finger her -
she was running with juice, and I knew she was ready
for me.  Before she could do or say any more I pushed
her down onto the straw, and almost automatically she
spread her legs to welcome me into her.... And, of
course, once my dick nosed at her slit, I was off.

It's funny, isn't it - once you get into the heat of
passion, almost nothing else matters?  I ceased to
hear the noise Coon and Jeff were making.   I ceased
to notice the other  bitches looking at me.  My world
contracted down and I was totally focussed on the
bitch I was screwing and the pleasure she was giving
me.  I hadn't had sex for so long and I was really
ready for it - I was conscious of her writhing and
moaning as I fucked away, and could feel her hands
racing up and down my back, scratching at me with the
desperation of her passion.  I tried to slow down,
tried to prolong my intense pleasure, but it was no
good - nature took over, and I felt my balls start to
fire my cum up into her.

And then it was over, and the world crashed back into
me:  some of the other bitches were actually clapping!
 They were looking at my body, lying there on top of
the bitch, covered in sweat, and they were applauding!
 I could see Coon had finished, too, and he sat there
on the straw laughing - not at me, I felt certain, but
with the enjoyment that he'd had from his bitch.   I
couldn't help looking then, as I gently pulled out of
her and sat myself down:  Jeff was in full flight, his
big muscular ass really driving him in and out of his
bitch, until he too then shot his load, giving a great
shout of "Yes.....", as he did so, then lay there
inside the bitch as he came back to normal.

It was amazing, actually -  Jeff came and kind of
pulled Coon and me together, and the three of us
studs, buck naked and with our detumescing dicks
covered in our cum and the bitches' juices sat
together.  I felt like a real man - there was an
incredible feeling of male bonding, of us three men
being almost as one, doing the thing that men are
supposed to do.  As I've told you, I'd fucked my
girlfriends, but afterwards it had never been like
this:  sure, it had been good to lie there next to
them, feeling our bodies calm down after sex, and
whispering and chattering to them.  But being with the
two other guys, and knowing that all three of us had
fucked, was somehow totally different - and better.
And I felt almost proud when Jeff told me I'd done
well, and Coon, who'd finished his bitch first, told
Jeff that he'd seen me in action and he thought I was
a "real stud - one of us".

We continued to sit together talking "man talk" about
how we'd enjoyed our fucking, and Coon and Jeff then
started to look at the other bitches and discuss which
one they were going to have next.  I sat there in
silence for a bit until Jeff asked me which one I
fancied, and Coon agreed that I could have "first
pick" of the remaining ones, as I was new.  "It
doesn't matter to me which one I fuck", he told me,
"It's all the same to me.  But I guess a young guy
like you still has fantasies about the kind of bitch
you want to go with....  Still, there's still nine to
choose from...."

It turned out that "etiquette" demanded that we pass
through all the bitches at least once before we did a
"second serving" to any of them, and so I took a
critical look around at the nine who were left.
Hearing us talking like this one of the bitches sidled
over and began to stroke my back, then knelt behind me
and rubbed her tits against my skin and whispered "Oh
please.... Pick me.... I haven't been with a really
young man, ever....."

Jeff laughed when he heard this and told me that it
wasn't done like that "You choose, Steve - you're the
boss, the stud.  If you let the bitches have a say in
it, they start to take charge and that's not right, is
it?"

Look, I don't want to turn this into a sordid list of
the bitches I fucked that night, so I'll cut the thing
short at this point by telling you that after I'd
fucked my second bitch "in public", all my previous
inhibitions seemed to become almost absurd -
especially when I had the example of Coon and Jeff,
who were completely unashamed about what they were
doing, and moved from bitch to bitch almost as quickly
s they could, as soon as they felt their balls were
ready to fire another load!  Actually, though, it was
made easier as there was only a dim light burning for
most of the night so as I drifted in and out of sleep,
whenever I fucked another one I was almost unaware of
what she was like.  I do remember Jeff shaking me
awake at one point to tell me to get stuck in again,
then rolling over and beginning to fuck a bitch he'd
placed next to me, and afterwards realising she was
really old - well, old enough to be my mom, probably!
But although her tits were sagging as she bent over
me, it was OK otherwise.  And somehow it was
comforting to wake and sleep like that, surrounded by
all that flesh and knowing that I could take my
pleasure with as much of it as I liked.

I know I'd gone to sleep mostly sprawled across the
bitch I'd been fucking, but I must have been very
tired as it was Jeff who slapped my butt and pulled me
to my feet.  I stood there, at first confused about
where I was, until I realised that the guards were
leading the bitches out of the cage, leaving just Coon
and Jeff and me in there.  I stank - and so did the
other two, I suppose, as we were covered in sweat, cum
and the bitches' juices.  We all watched as the guards
used small strips of chemical paper to test the pubes
of the bitches as they were led away, and then the
boss appeared, together with another guy who looked as
if he was in charge of the factory as he was talking
to the boss about when he might have another visit.
Both men asked the guards how things had gone, and
were told that Coon had covered seven, I'd covered
six, and Jeff had only covered five.

The boss was laughing as he looked at Jeff and me, and
told us he was surprised that I'd outperformed Jeff.
Jeff was grinning, though, as he told the boss that it
was "only to be expected from a very young guy, once
he'd got the hang of it" and that anyway he, Jeff, was
"so busy picking out the next bitch for Steve that he
hadn't had time to do as many as he normally liked".

The boss laughed again and asked Jeff what he meant,
and Jeff, still smiling, told the boss that "He
thought that I should have a good selection first time
around, so he'd started me with a young one, but had
made sure I had a couple of the more experienced ones,
too: those who had had pups before and knew what it
was about."

The boss was eager to get off then, and Jeff and Coon
and me were told to go off and shower - somehow
walking out of the cage in front of the boss, the
other guy who owned the place, and the guards, didn't
seem to matter:  my dick wasn't hard any more, but I
could see them looking at the marks on my back where
some of the bitches had clawed at me in their passion,
and it was almost like a mark of manhood.  The three
of us stood there in the shower then letting the water
cascade over us, and Coon said that he looked forward
to our visits - which I gathered from Jeff were every
three months or so.  In-between times Coon was just
given a bitch a week, but he thought it was fun to be
with us guys all working away together.  "And, you
know", he added, "I never get to talk to another guy,
hardly - it's just bitch talk all the time.  And you
need proper man talk sometimes, don't you?"

Just as Jeff had been told by the boss to wash me in
the shower, so it seemed it was the practice for us
studs to soap and wash each other after a studding
session like this, and I was quite surprised,
actually:  it actually felt good to hold Coon's big
black dick and let my hands slither up and down it.
And I began to enjoy the feeling of having hard
muscles under my hands as all three of us continued to
get clean, rather than the soft skin of the bitches.
Afterwards as we stood there getting dry, and Jeff and
I pulled on our shorts and singlets and Coon found his
ragged shorts and put them on, I asked him what he
did.  "Apart from being the resident stud, you mean? -
Well I do all the manual work around here:  loading
the trucks with the crates of finished goods,
unloading the trucks bringing in the fabric and stuff,
cutting the grass out front, washing all the floors
once a week, all that sort of stuff.  And then, of
course, the boss sometimes takes me..."

"Takes you where?"

Coon's face broke into a huge laugh.  "Oh Steve,
you've got a lot to learn!  When the boss is tired of
fucking the bitches - he has first pick, when he wants
one, and I just do all the rest - he likes to fuck my
ass.  He says it reminds me that I'm a slave, and a
nigga slave at that.  He says that the proper place
for a nigga is under a white guy.  Still, your owner
won't be able to say that, will he?  What does he say
to you, Jeff, as you're not a nigga?"

Jeff looked strangely silent, as if he was almost
ashamed of what he was going to say.  Then he kind of
muttered "Well the boss doesn't fuck me.  So I don't
expect he'll fuck Steve, either."

Coon laughed out loud now, and ran his hand over my
butt.  "There must be something wrong with that boss
of yours, not to want a piece of an ass like this....
Or yours, of course, Jeff!  When I saw both of you in
action last night I thought your boss must be a lucky
man to have a couple of asses like that to enjoy."

I listened in amazement to this, as it had never
occurred to me that the boss would even think of
fucking a guy, or, indeed, that anyone would.  Well, I
mean, I knew there were gay guys, of course, but I'd
never met anyone like that up in our neck of the woods
and I reckoned it was more talked about than actually
done.  So to hear that the owner of the factory
actually fucked Coon, especially when Coon was so
clearly a stud who liked bitches, was unsettling. As
we said goodbye to Coon, who the guards told to "get
his lazy nigga ass a move on and start to work again",
I said to Jeff as we walked towards our SUV  "Was Coon
serious?", and when Jeff looked puzzled, I added
"...about being fucked, I mean."

"I suppose so... Most owners fuck their slaves."

"Yes, but Coon's a guy... A stud...."

"Steve, most owners fuck their bitches and their male
slaves - it's one of the reasons why a man becomes a
slave owner.  Think about it - you have another guy so
totally in your power, and under your control, that
you can ram your dick up his ass if you want to, and
the poor guy can't do a blind thing about it."

"But the boss..."

"He could, Steve.  He could fuck you, or me, if he
wanted to.  Or if he wanted a bit of fun, he could
decided that I should fuck you.... Or you should fuck
me...."

"No, Jeff,  I wouldn't......."

"Well I would, Steve!  You forget that the boss could
order us off to the public whip master for a real
flogging.  Look, Steve, for your own good, if he tells
you to fuck me, just do it, will you?  I'd hate to see
you hurt.  And it wouldn't bother me all that much,
honest!"

I guess he was serious, but the next minute he started
to smile, and added "And if he tells me to fuck you,
I certainly will - as Coon said, you've got a nice
butt....."

I couldn't tell whether he was joking, or not then,
but we had to stop talking as we got to the SUV where
the boss was waiting.

He took us out for breakfast, and was clearly pleased
with out night's work as he actually let us choose
what we wanted from the breakfast menu, and I had
fresh orange juice, and bacon and eggs and hash browns
and a big pile of toast.  Jeff had much the same, and
the boss was almost laughing at us.  "I can see you
were both working hard, to be this hungry.... You did
well, both of you, as we've been asked back.  I hope
it was as good as the last time, Jeff:  of the eight
bitches you and that nigga fucked, seven of them got
knocked up and the owner is very well pleased."

I sat there almost in shock, as I suppose I'd rather
lost the connection between fucking and actually
making babies.  The boss saw me looking thoughtful,
and added "That's what it's all about, Steve!  That
factory owner has all those bitches working at sewing
all the time, and he makes a good living at it.  But
they can work away most of the time they're pregnant,
and then he has extra profit:  new slaves to sell."

"But boss, bow can he know they're all kind of...
well, ready?  Seven out of eight...."

"Don't they teach you anything in biology these days,
Steve?  When you have a group of bitches together they
send out pheromones or something so that, over time,
all their menstrual cycles start to synchronise.  It
was observed first of all in convents in the middle
ages.... And in places like women's prisons - when
they used to have them, before the slave laws.  And I
guess in women's battalions in the army, and places
like that.  So he knows when his bitches will be in
season, and they'll mostly be synchronised.  That's
why it makes sense to fuck all the ones who he thinks
are ready for pupping at the same time."

"But why Jeff and me, boss?"

"The same reason that a lot of owners want a white
stud:  they like to 'lighten' the skin tone.  And of
course they want slaves who are good looking, and big,
and strong.... So it makes sense to use handsome,
tall, strong white studs like you."

Well, I suppose it made some sort of sense.   I was
beginning to realise that in this crazy world they'd
made in the South a lot of things made sense within
the system they had, even if back home it would have
seemed strange, even perverted.

After breakfast we drove off and headed west.  There
wasn't to be another assignment that day, the boss
said, and after lunch I was a bit surprised therefore
as we stopped very early, at a really nice motel as
the boss said that Jeff and I needed to work on our
bodies to keep us looking good.  We checked in and
there was the usual two-bedded room, and the boss then
took us off to the local mall and bought me running
shoes - Jeff already had a pair, although most of the
time we only wore slave sandals as I did.  Instead of
stopping at our motel the boss then drove on down the
highway, keeping his eye on the mileometer.

"Have you done any running, Steve?" He asked me, and
when  I said I'd done some track stuff at high school
and college, he smiled.  "Good.  Jeff needs a good
workout, and if you're used to doing a bit of running,
it will be easier", he told me.

We drove on and then the boss stopped the SUV, and
told us to get out.  "Right, Jeff, you know the
form..... This is a measured eight miles from the
motel.  You have an hour, or else!"

With that he drove off, and Jeff started off after the
disappearing SUV, telling me to get a move on as if we
didn't make the time, the boss would punish us.  It
may not sound a lot, eight miles, and it might not
seem very fast to have an hour in which to do it, but
I can tell you that in the heat and humidity of the
summer it's a real pain.  We were soon both soaked in
sweat, and Jeff pulled his shirt off and tucked it
into his shorts in order to keep cool - I did the
same, and wondered what the motorists who roared past
us on the highway thought when they saw two big guys
like us pounding along the sidewalk with our names
tattooed across our backs as they were.

We made it back OK - but it was had as we had no
watches of our own and so we were forced to run
probably faster than we really needed to as we
couldn't pace ourselves properly.  The boss seemed
pleased, though, and said that we could rest for a bit
and that we were to top up our tans.  Jeff led me to a
secluded corner just around from the pool, slipped his
shorts off and sprawled on the grass.   "Come on,
Steve", he said to me as if it was the most natural
thing in the world.  "You heard the boss - he wants us
to top up our tans, so come and lie here and let the
sun do its work.  The people who pay the boss to have
us stud their bitches like to see a bit of a tan, as a
white ass is a sign of a free man these days."

Well, I was worried, I can tell you.  Although it was
a secluded corner, it wasn't really private:  it was
overlooked by the rooms on the top floor of the motel,
and, anyway, it would be easy for anyone using the
pool to come past and see us.    I said this to Jeff,
but he just shrugged.  "So what, Steve?  So they see
your bare ass - lots of people are going to be doing
that, you know.  And quite a lot of slave owners who
are using us for studding like to inspect our dicks
and so on before we start - you'd better get used to
being 'displayed'.  It's a bit like you were worried
about fucking in public - having other people see all
your body is no worse.  The boss says that as a slave
I ought to expect other people to want to look at my
body - after all they are paying him for the use of
it, so why shouldn't they look at it, and touch it,
and so on?"

"But Jeff, it's wrong - I mean, we're men, just like
they are.... And a man has a right to privacy.  I
ought to expose myself only when I want to, like to my
girlfriend...."

"I used to think like that, Steve.  But the boss
explained to me, when I first belonged to him, that my
reasoning was entirely false.  It's true that men have
a right to privacy, but slaves aren't considered to be
men, so they do not.... A slave does whatever his
owner wants, and if the boss wants us to lie here
naked to top up our tans, that's what we do."

It was so hot in the sun, though, that we were both
sweating profusely, and I was really tired after the
run.  Jeff had to slap my ass to get me to turn over
and avoid getting burned, and I guess it was
inevitable that I'd doze off - only to be woken up by
the sound of laughter some time later.  A couple of
college guys and their girlfriends had clearly stopped
at the motel and had gone out to the pool, and were
now looking at Jeff and me as we lay there waking up.
I realised that I'd been lying on my back, and had an
erection, and the girls seemed really amused by it.  I
scrambled to my feet, disparately trying to cover
myself as I searched for my shorts, but the four of
them had evidently come up as we lay there and had
pushed our clothes to one side.

Jeff just stood there, totally unashamed, but the more
flustered I got, the more I tried to cover myself, the
more the four college kids laughed.  They looked so
perfectly at ease with themselves as they stood there
- the guys in their knee-length baggy swimming  shorts
and the girls in their bikinis, and I couldn't help
but think that I'd been like that myself so very
recently.

Then one of the two guys rapped "Stand still, you
fucking slave...."

I was going to tell him to fuck off, when Jeff touched
my arm lightly and whispered "Do as he says, Steve!
The boss doesn't like us being rude to free men, and
likes us to obey them, within reason."

So I stood there, and the guy said casually to the
girls "Here - look at this!  Thus guy's a slave, you
can tell from the big 'S' on his ass - but he's still
got a foreskin!"

The girl giggled "Well not like yours, Stu....", and
his buddy slapped him on the back and added "The
slave's well hung, isn't he, though?"

I just stood there, blushing with shame as the two
guys and two girls continued to discuss my body in
intimate detail.  Jeff didn't  seem to mind, though -
OK, they didn't seem to be focussed on him as much,
but perhaps that's because he wasn't about the same
age as they were.

One of the girls seemed to tire of the game, though,
as she said she wanted to go and lie down, and the
four of them sauntered off, leaving Jeff and me there.
 I told Jeff how terrible I felt, and he looked at me
"You know, Steve, you bring it on yourself...."

I almost exploded!  "Bring it on myself?  Having those
people talking about me like that, having to stand
there and have them looking at me...."

"They didn't do it to me, did they, Steve?"

"....because you're not a college guy....."

"No, Steve.  Because they could see I wasn't
embarrassed by it!  So there was no sport in it, was
there?  Those two guys were only showing off in front
of the bitches, trying to impress them.... If you
hadn't looked so embarrassed, hadn't seemed to be
worried about them looking at your dick, they'd have
given up and gone away.  If you'd been proud of what
you'd got, had stood there and even allowed yourself
to go a bit hard, the guys would have backed off -
they'd have been worried that the bitches would think
you were a pretty fantastic guy, and would compare the
guys unfavourably to you."

The boss came over to us shortly afterwards and said
that he'd agreed with the motel management that Jeff
and I could use the pool, and the gym, providing there
were no men in them - by men he meant men or women, of
course:  "men" as opposed to "slaves".  So Jeff and I
lay and watched as the two college guys and their
bitches frolicked around a bit, and then, when they
were finally out of the water, Jeff said we should go
in.  But I didn't want to, until Jeff asked if I
didn't like swimming - and I surely do.  He gave a
little sigh, said "Well, it's your loss, buddy - the
boss can't often get the management to agree for us to
use the water that free men use.  And don't blame me
if the boss is angry tonight after he's gone to all
this trouble for us."

With this Jeff walked to the edge of the pool, and I
wondered what he was going to do about swimming
trunks, until it occurred to me that he was going to
swim in his slave shorts.  But he did not - not even
bothering to turn around so they couldn't see his
dick, Jeff casually dropped his shorts as the college
people watched, flipped his dick to free it from his
balls, walked around the edge of the pool to the deep
end, then executed a perfect dive in, and raced the
length of the pool.

He stood there in the shallow end then, the water
level just below the top of his pubes.  He was
smiling, and said "It's fantastic, Steve!  We don't
often get to enjoy this.  Come on, buddy, I need
someone to race - just doing lengths by myself is a
bit boring."

"I can't, Jeff... They're watching...."

"And I told you not to worry:  you've got nothing to
be ashamed of! You saw how I did it... Come on,
buddy....."

But I shook my head, and, still smiling, the next
instant Jeff sprang out of the pool, and before I
could stop him grabbed me around the waist with one
arm and with the other pushed my shorts down!  I was
so surprised, I couldn't stop him.  Then, just as if
we were two normal guys horsing around, he kind of
pushed me around the edge of the pool - past the four
college people, who were all laughing - and threw me
in to the deep end.  I came up coughing and
spluttering, and then of course I had to try to duck
him.... And in a few seconds I'd forgotten all about
being naked as I just enjoyed the sensation of a hot
day, a great pool, and being in the water with a
buddy.

We did race, though, and I beat Jeff:  well, I've got
more of a swimmer's build, I suppose.  And I was more
used to it as I swam a lot at college whereas Jeff
only got into a pool occasionally.  The four college
people were still watching when we'd had enough,
though, but Jeff didn't care - he pulled himself
easily out of the water, then bent down to grab my
hand and almost haul me out.  I could hardly believe
it, as he had his back to the college people as they
sat on their loungers, and bending over like that his
ass must have been very exposed to them.  We both
stood there on the side then, and of course we did not
have any towels or anything.  Jeff started to run his
hands over my body, though, "planing" the water off
it, and muttering to me to do the same to him, which I
did, a bit reluctantly.

Then I heard one of the college guys say "Look at them
- a couple of fags.  Look at the way they're stroking
each other like that."

I don't know what we'd have done if the boss hadn't
appeared at that moment, having heard them.  He called
Jeff and me over to the four of them and said quietly
"You're mistaken!  Look at these two - they're not
fags!  In fact they're two of the finest studs in the
South.  The older one has sired hundreds of pups, and
the younger one, although new, is taking after him."

All four of them looked stunned, and I began to feel
almost proud as I stood there.  But the boss went on
"They are of course for hire..... If either of you
gentlemen feels unable to perform.... Or if you ladies
want a real night of pleasure......"

Seeing that they were almost speechless, the boss
shrugged and walked off, telling us to follow him.
Jeff and I scooped up our clothes as we went past
them, but didn't bother to dress.

That night in bed it was tough - I needed to jerk off,
needed to jerk off badly, but Jeff was pressed close
to me and I just couldn't bring myself to do it.  It
took ages to get to sleep, and I woke up at about two
with such an erection that I knew it would be
impossible to sleep unless I did something about it.
So I rolled over so I was facing away from Jeff, who
seemed to be fast asleep, and began to stroke my dick
very gently, hoping that in the state I was in I could
come off without having to be very physical.
Suddenly Jeff's big hand gripped my wrist, the one I
was using to try to jerk off, and he pulled his body
close to mine so that he was spooned up against me - I
could feel the heat of his body all along my back.
His head moved so he was right above mine ,and he
whispered very, very softly into my ear "Stop it,
Steve!  The boss told you that jerking off was
forbidden, didn't he?  Do you want to get into real
trouble?"

It was still and silent in the room, but I could hear
the boss's faint snoring, so I knew he was asleep.  I
turned around a bit and whispered back "I've got to,
Jeff... I'm desperate...."

"NO, Steve!  You're up for studding later today, and
you just won't do as well.  I know you nineteen year
olds are really horny, and you'll be able to stud....
But the boss likes us to produce a big load of cum,
and if you shoot now, there won't be as much."

There was no point in arguing with him, and I couldn't
do it with him holding my wrist... No, I couldn't do
it knowing Jeff was aware of what I was doing.  So I
tried to get to sleep, and Jeff pulled me to him and
held me close, and I'm not sure that that helped.

When we got up the boss was very insistent that I
looked "my best", as he called it, and sat there and
watched as I cut my finger and toe nails.  He got Jeff
to trim my hair - not that it had grown all that much,
but the boss liked it very short and neat.  And then
he ordered me over to his chair and felt my balls, to
make sure that the "sack and crack" I'd had done meant
that they were still smooth.  He fingered my pubes,
too, then told Jeff to come and trim them a bit as he
thought there was too much hair at the top of my dick.
 I don't know, but somehow having Jeff kneeling there
snipping at my pubes with the hairdressing scissors
just wasn't as dreadful as it ought to have been!

It turned out that we were going to the house of an
old friend of the boss, so this was not to be a real
"commercial" studding.  Instead, the boss told me as
we drove along, he and his friend had a long-standing
arrangement that when he was in the area they met for
lunch, and that the friend bought or hired an
attractive bitch and he, the boss, supplied the stud.
"I can't tell you how very stimulating it is before
lunch, Steve", he said casually, "To sit there with a
nice frosted mint julep, talking about old times with
my old friend, and watching two beautiful, athletic
bodies putting on a display for us.  It really gives
us an appetite for our meal."

As the boss was clearly in a good mood and didn't mind
conversation, Jeff added "You'll enjoy it, Steve, you
lucky dog!  The boss's friend always lays on a really
good bitch, and I've had some great sex.  And there's
no hurry - they like a really good long display, and
that always suited me...."

"Yes, Steve", the boss added.  "The emphasis is on
entertainment for us, so I want to see a lot of
different positions, and it's not just to be a 'wham,
bam and thank you, ma'am'!  I know you're only
nineteen and therefore horny as hell, but if you do
have to cum quickly, pull out of her so we can see a
nice jet of cum - splash it all along her belly or her
back, depending on which way up you have her.  But
then go back in, straight away, whilst you're still
hard, and carry on fucking until we tell you to stop,
as we're ready for lunch."

"Oh yes....", Jeff added, "I had to do that once or
twice.  And there's another thing, too... Shall I tell
him, boss?"

The boss nodded, and I could see a twinkle of
amusement in his eyes.  "Well, Steve, the boss's buddy
likes to get a bitch who's really feisty, who'll try
to take charge, who'll want it done her way!  Well
you're the stud, remember:  it's YOU whose in
control.... You may have to exert your authority as a
guy a bit, if you know what I mean...."

I shook my head.

"Steve, come on!  You might have to slap her a bit, or
use your strength to subdue her at first, until she
gets to know you're in charge!"

"I don't do sex like that, Jeff... All my girl friends
always wanted it...."

The boss cut in then. "You keep saying that, Steve!
'I don't do....'.  Well you do now, now you're a
slave, OK?  My buddy and I like a good show, with the
guy in charge, clearly in charge, doing what he wants
to the bitch to give him his pleasure.  It's not for
the bitch's pleasure:  it's for ours, and we like to
see the guy in control.  So forget what you used to
do, and make sure you give us a good show.... I've not
had to use the cane on you yet, but there will be a
first time!  And I want to see you really acting like
a stud:  my friend and I have a little wager on it, as
to whether his bitch can seduce my boy, and I hate
losing!"

I have to tell you I was really nervous when we
arrived at the house in an otherwise unremarkable
suburban street.  The boss led us in, and his host
took us through onto the shady porch at the back, and
the two men sat there.  The boss told Jeff and me to
strip, and then said "You'll remember my stud Jeff,
George? He really showed that bitch of yours how it
was done on our last visit.  Well, as you can see, my
new stud, Steve, is a bit less mature- he's only
nineteen, and he hasn't yet put on all his proper
adult muscle.  But I'm sure that what he lacks in
strength he'll more than make up for in enthusiasm -
do you remember how horny you were at nineteen?
Anyway - you can choose:  if you want to see Jeff's
superb body in action again, that's fine.  Personally
I want to see young Steve, as I need to understand
what additional training he needs.... But you're my
host, George, you choose."

George leant back in his chair, sipped his drink, and
in a deep southern accent drawled "Come over here,
boy."

I moved forward to stand between him and the boss, and
George looked at me for a few moments, before saying
"You haven't had him 'skinned!   I thought that was
more or less obligatory for slaves."

"Oh no, George.  It's the custom, of course.  But it's
not a legal requirement, not like the brand, or the
tattooed SIN."

"Turn around, boy", George ordered and  I saw the boss
nod, an obeyed.

The feel of the man's hands on my butt was pretty
gross - he pushed his thumbs into my  ass crack and
was squeezing my butt with his fingers.  "Nice!", I
heard him say to the boss.  "Very nice - firm, and
held high.  Once you've exercised him some more and
there's a bit more meat there, it should be stunning.
But I think I'd like to see that as in action - and
he's got long thighs, too, hasn't he?"

"Yes, Steve's pretty well put together", the boss
replied.  "That's why I bought him.  I reckon he'll
give us a good session.  But if you don't like it, we
can always change over and Jeff can do the
business...."

The boss's host nodded, and clapped his hands.  I
stood there and watched as a door opened and the bitch
I was supposed to fuck came out - I almost gasped in
amazement as she appeared, as I'd been expecting a
nigga or a Mexican.  But instead she was some sort of
Asiatic:  tall and statuesque, with long perfectly
straight black hair down to her neck.  She was wearing
high heeled sandals, which emphasised the shape of her
thighs and the roundness of her buttocks as she strode
casually over to us.  Other than those, her only
covering was a wisp of white silk hanging from a gold
chain around her slim waist, which barely managed to
conceal her sex.  Her breasts were small, but
perfectly round and plump, carried high and firm.

"Lily, my dear", the boss's friend said "This here is
Steve, who is going to fuck you."

"I don't play with boys!", she said instantly, very
impertinently, I thought.  Her voice betrayed her
Asiatic origin, but was otherwise clear.  "If you're
so perverted that you want to see me fucked, rather
than doing the business yourself as you usually do,
let me play with that big one, who looks like a real
man."

"Lily, my guest and I want to see the young man in
action!  I might let you sample the older one later,
if you behave...."

She tossed her head, half in defiance, and half as if
to say "When it all goes wrong, remember it was our
decision", and teetered over towards me, a faint smile
on her face and her pink tongue playing seductively
over her lips.

"OK, boy.... Steve, did he say....?"

"Yes..."  Even I could hear the faint stammer in my
voice.

"Well then, Steve,  I can see you're already hard....
Just lie down, let me ride that cock of yours, and it
will soon all be over....."

Without thinking I lay down of the floor of the porch,
and she knelt beside me and began to suck and nibble
at my dick.   I was soon writhing and moaning in
ecstasy as I'd never had any of my girl friends as
expert as this at blowing me before, and all the time
she was smiling, and occasionally letting her
long-nailed hands stray across my chest, brushing at
my nipples.   Occasionally she stopped, took her mouth
off my dick and came and kissed me:  her tongue was
hot and pointed, and as she plunged it into me I
couldn't help almost bucking my hips up in ecstasy.
But then she went back to my dick, and now I was in
deep trouble, as my back was arching to thrust my hips
into the air as if desperate for the sensation of her
tongue and lips.

Vaguely I heard the host call out "I want to se
fucking, Lily!", and she stopped, leapt astride me
lightly and stood there balanced on her insanely high
heels for a moment, and then began to lower herself on
to my dick.  At the last moment she pulled the tiny
shred of white silk aside so I got a glimpse of her
slit - a slit that had been mostly shaved, but which
still had some of her thick black hair around it.  I
heard myself moan with delight, and then, as she
lowered right down, my hips thrust upwards to meet
her.

She sat astride me raising and lowering herself and I
couldn't help synchronising my movements to reinforce
hers.  I could see her breasts, like firm round
apples, bobbing up and down, and her head was thrown
back as we fucked.  I turned my head for an instant
and saw Jeff, and he was looking horrified!  His dick
was rock hard, but I saw him mouthing something.   I
was on the point of shooting, but was distracted for a
moment and this held me off, and I realised Jeff was
mouthing "YOU.... FUCK..... HER!"  I remembered then
what the boss had said about being in charge.... Well,
lying underneath her as she rode my cock wasn't very
much like being in charge, was it?

The last thing you want to do in the middle of sex is
to "lose your way", isn't it?  And for a few moments I
just lay there, now still and not participating, and I
knew it was only a matter of time before I shot.  It
took a huge effort, but I sat up - well I am fit -
then, in the same motion, pushed her backwards, but
putting my arms around her to stop her hitting her
head on the floor.  I was on top now and I began to
fuck her properly, but her reaction was violent!  Her
legs were thrashing at mine, her hard heels slamming
into my calves and thighs; fortunately  I heard her
high-heeled shoes go skittering across the floor, so
at least I didn't have to worry about them injuring
me.  Her finger nails were doing serious damage to my
back and butt, I reckon, as I could feel them raking
up and down me as  I fucked away.   Still, there was
nothing to be don about that, was there?  Until, that
is, I caught a glimpse of Jeff again, and he was now
smiling and giving me "Do it!" gestures with his hand
and forearm, and then mouthing "DOGGY!"

Well you know how it is a as a young guy at High
School and at college:  when you do succeed in getting
a girl in the sack they always want it done "nicely",
in the missionary position, as Lily and I were.  But
when a group of us guys got together to watch porn, we
always cheered when the women were taken doggy
fashion.  This seemed as good a time as any to realise
my fantasies, so I pulled out of her - which stopped
her furious shouts, at least for a moment - grabbed
hold of her and flipped her onto her belly.  She tried
to resist me as I put one arm under her, at the waist,
to pull her up to her knees.  She wouldn't kneel
properly, so I slapped her tight little butt a few
times, and that made her a bit more co-operative.   I
held her shoulders and pushed them down as my cock
probed for her slit again, then, once I was in and
fucking away, I slid both hands underneath her, cupped
those gorgeous tits, and really felt  I was in
ecstasy.

The bitch wasn't happy, though, and was calling me all
sorts of wild names, in between her gasps as I fucked
her, that is.  I kind of noticed Jeff saying something
to the two men who were watching, and the next moment
he was kneeling in front of Lily as I continued to
fuck her.  Very roughly, I thought, he grabbed her
hair and pulled her face up, and snapped "OK, bitch,
take my cock, and if I feel any teeth, it will be the
last time as I'll knock them out of you."  He thrust
his cock forwards towards her and she was wailing now
"NO!", and refusing to take it:   I  couldn't
understand why, as the moment before she'd been
willing enough to go down on me, after all.

Jeff slapped her face a couple of times as he held her
hair, and her cries of anger turned to ones of pure
hate, mixed with fear:  but they were soon stifled s
Jeff's thick dick went in, and, to my amazement, went
right down her throat.

Jeff was facing me as I fucked away and he thrust in
and out of her throat, and I saw him laughing as he
told me "Well done, buddy... You've shown the bitch
what for!  Not take her up her  ass!"

I couldn't believe what I'd heard for a moment, but I
was so deep in lust now that I was prepared to try
anything.  I mean, no one had ever even suggested that
 I could do such a thing to them - if I'd even
mentioned it to my girl friends I'd have been
"blacklisted" at school and college - but I knew from
reading a lot of porn that it's kind of the ultimate
power a man has over a bitch when he's fucking her
doggy style.  So I pulled out, fumbled for a moment to
find her secret place, then thrust in with all my
strength.

She would have screamed the place down, I'm sure, if
Jeff's cock hadn't been blocking her throat, and all
we got was a terrible, muffled wail and the excitement
of seeing her whole body spasm. And then it was sheer
ecstasy - my dick had never known anything like it:
her ass was so hot, so tight, and somehow so....
so.... forbidden!  Doing something that was generally
not allowed just added to the sexual ecstasy I was in,
and I just shot my load helplessly - but  I remembered
what Jeff had said about the boss liking to see cum,
and at the last moment managed to pull out and shoot a
huge stream of my semen all along her sweating back.
Jeff saw this, and the next moment his dick was out of
her mouth and adding a streak from the opposite
direction!  We knelt there for a couple of moments,
laughing together, then "high fived" each other in
triumph. - it was one of the best moments of my life,
to be like that with  Jeff, sharing that complete male
togetherness.

The bitch was furious, and began to shout and rage at
the host, who just sat there laughing and saying "You
needed that, Lily, my dear, to remind you that men are
in control!  And tonight  I want no more of your
slut-like antics when I bed you:  be ready on your
knees, and I'll decide whether to fuck your cunt or
your ass:  young Steve here had the right idea, I
think!"

She went off in a huff, though, and I head the host
say to the boss "She needs to remember she's a slave,
and that I enjoyed that!   If she doesn't behave for
me tonight, though, I think I'll have her put into the
slave barns for a night with all the big nigga bucks
from the field gangs - it will be a nice change for
them to have a bit of cunt again, and after she's
serviced ten or twenty of them, perhaps she'll be  a
bit more co-operative.  She's getting really uppity,
and sulks if I don't buy her shoes and clothes and
stuff."

They let Jeff and me, still naked and sweating from
our labours, sit by them as they had lunch. They gave
us some, as they engaged in good-natured debate as to
whether I'd had an unfair advantage by having Jeff's
advice, and help.  But later, after several fine
brandies with their coffee, the two men agreed to
"draw the wager this time" but that next time I'd be
expected to be in control from the start.

The boss dozed off as we drove away later in the
afternoon, and although we couldn't talk much for fear
of disturbing him, Jeff and I were really happy in
each others company - well, when you've fucked a bitch
with your buddy, you are kind of close, aren't you?

End Of Part Four