Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2007 05:58:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Stud, Part Six (MM NC BDSM FANT)

YOUNG  STUD

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part  Six

The two nigga gardeners just couldn't resist coming to
see what was going on. They worked their way over
towards where Jeff and I were standing by the SUV, and
stood there almost in amazement as Jeff knelt down in
front of me and took the "nail" in his hand.  Included
in the small box was a little vial of some sort of
thick lube, and Jeff stroked it all over the shaft
part of the nail, before wrapping one arm around my
butt to kind of hold me steady, and then presenting
the end of the nail to my piss slit.

I wanted to wriggle and squirm, but Jeff was there and
he looked up at me as if he knew I was as tough as he
was.  "OK, buddy, here goes....", he muttered.

A pain shot trough me - even though the nail was
lubed, I just wasn't used to having something inserted
into my dick.  And the more it went it, the more
painful it got.  I wanted to whimper or shout, to tell
him to stop.  But I couldn't let Jeff see that I
wasn't as brave as he was, could I?  So I gritted my
teeth and hung in there, until Jeff said "OK, Steve,
now stand perfectly still - I've got to put the
superglue on...."

I looked down as he knelt there, holding my dick in
one big hand as he took a tiny tube of glue and deftly
squirted a few drops of it on to the back of the head
of the nail.  Then he pushed the thing home, and  I
felt the "cap" of the nail hard against the head of my
dick.  In one lithe movement Jeff got to his feet and
stood there smiling at me.  "There, Steve - that
wasn't so bad, was it?    You're all fixed now, and
the pill will keep you hard so there's nothing to
worry about.  Now, are you going to help me, as it's a
bit tricky to nail yourself and the boss usually does
it?"

The two gardeners were rubbing their crotches now as I
guess they were in kind of sympathy with me, and could
imagine how potentially painful it was to have the
nail jammed down your piss slit.   I really didn't
want to have to do this to Jeff, but, on the other
hand, I didn't want to look foolish in front of a
couple of nigga slaves, did I?

My own dick felt heavy, and instead of reaching for
the sky so it almost touched my belly, it was barely
horizontal...  And as I picked up the second nail, I
could understand why:  the thing was pretty heavy,
with that kind of "solid" feel, and presumably the
weight of it was actually keeping my dick down.
Still, I needed to get on, so I took the canister of
lube - which was very thick and slimy - and spread
some on the shaft of the nail.  Then, as Jeff had
done, I knelt in front of him and took his dick in my
hand.

"Lean back against the SUV, Jeff, to steady yourself,
will you?" I told him, and then I took the nail and
pressed the pointed end to his piss hole.  I'm not
normally a squeamish person, but I did know exactly
how agonising the insertion of the nail was, and so as
I pushed at it I was really hesitant and tentative,
and, even so, felt myself shuddering faintly at what
I had to do to Jeff.  Other than an initial flinch,
which he quickly recovered from, Jeff seemed pretty
stoical about the whole thing, and it didn't take all
that long to get the thing into him.  As I reached for
the glue though, he did say "Please be careful, Steve!
 It's bad enough taking the skin off the dick head
when we take this thing out - if you get any on the
shaft...."

"Yes,  I can imagine... You told me already!"

And then it was done, and I got to my feet.  Jeff and
I stood there with our dicks erect but kind if hanging
down, and the niggas slapped their hands and laughed.
Well, I suppose the sunlight glinting on the silver
caps on the ends of our dicks must have been kind of
interesting for them to see - or perhaps anything
happening that was out of the ordinary was a real
excitement for them - I don't suppose much of interest
ever happened to you if you were a gardener on this
place.

Jeff looked at me, and smiled that slow smile he has.
He put his arm around my shoulder again, and said "OK,
Steve!  No point in prolonging it, is there?  We'd
better get in there, and get stuck in....."

He saw me looking really uncomfortable and went on
"Look, buddy, I'll do as much as I can to distract her
- she likes a lot of foreplay, as I said, and I'll try
to make sure it's my tongue up her.  And with any luck
she'll just want to have you lie by her and let her
play with your body as I pleasure her.... But let me
give you a word of warning... Do not, not under any
circumstances, show any kind of disgust or distaste
for her body.  I know she's old, but she's got the
power, remember?  So just keep thinking nice thoughts,
about some of those bitches we've had already, OK?"

I nodded, but I wasn't convinced.  And when one of her
slaves showed us into her bedchamber, I almost fled
back out of the door in terror - it was all white:
big deep white carpets that my bare feet sank into ,
fluffy while muslin swagged everywhere all over the
furniture, and a hugely ornate bed covered in white
silk, on which she lay waiting for us, wrapped up in a
silk dressing gown.

Look, I just can't tell you about it.  It was so
awful.  From the moment we lay on either side of her,
until she was tired of us and dismissed us, the whole
thing was a nightmare.  I hated the feel of her
flabby, loose skin.  I hated her sagging, empty tits,
I hated.... No, I can't go on, I really can't.  If it
hadn't been for Jeff there, always there, distracting
her, and distracting me, I don't think I could have
got through it.  But, surprisingly, I did fuck her -
twice!  An, yes, it does hurt to get to the point of
climax and have your balls fire, only to have your cum
stuck somewhere in your dick!

It was she who was in control all the time, though,
and I suppose it was fortunate for me that she wanted
to spend most of the time stroking me and playing with
my body whilst Jeff knelt between her legs and thrust
his tongue up  her constantly.   I suppose we were
lucky that at some point her bedside phone went, and
with Jeff lying on one side of her and me on the
other, she had a long phone conversation with some
other bitch about a charity meeting they were to
attend - after that she seemed  to have tired of us,
and dismissed us.

Outside the bedroom door the young slave in the short
tunic was waiting, and he told us we could use the
showers in the slave quarters to clean up.  He led the
way, not down the big staircase up which we'd come,
but along a short corridor to the "back stairs", which
evidently were used by slaves as they were just plain
concrete and not carpeted or anything.  Jeff and I
exchanged amused glances at each other as the slave's
butt kept being exposed to us as he strode along in
front - I'm sure we were both wondering what it was
like to be a young male slave for a rich old bitch
like that:  keeping the poor man so exposed like that
was surely a pointer to the kind of life he led.

The slave quarters were in the basement, and I suppose
it wasn't bad:  very plain, as you'd expect, but
spotlessly clean.  And the owner had the air
conditioning down there, we saw from the grilles in
the ceiling, so she must have cared something about
her slaves.  The showers were nice, too - almost like
the ones I used to use at the sports club at college:
big and airy, with about eight shower heads and plenty
of room between them.

Jeff and I were used to each other by now, though, and
almost automatically we only used one shower and stood
there soaping each others bodies just as if we were
"at home", if you can call it that, with the boss.  It
was so good to get clean, to get rid of the stench of
the old bitch's skin off us.   Then, above the noise
of the water, Jeff said "OK, Steve.... This is the
difficult bit...."

He knelt down, and I saw the water cascading off his
broad shoulders.  He held my dick and began scratching
at the edge of the head of the "nail" with his finger
nail.  Well, you know how sensitive the flesh on your
dick head is.... That in itself was enough to make me
want to squirm a bit, and Jeff called out "East,
Steve.... Almost done....".

And then I shouted, cried out as a sharp pain ran
through me as Jeff prised the nail head off my dick,
taking a big circle of my skin with it!  I hopped
around, clutching my dick and trying to soothe myself,
without much effect, and Jeff stood there half
laughing.  "You look so comical, Steve!  Come on,
buddy, it isn't all that bad...."

"It is....  You don't know...."

"I do, Steve!  I've had this done before, remember?
And I've had  to take it out myself as the boss
wouldn't come down here to the slave showers, of
course - and, believe me, it's much harder to bring
yourself to tear the thing out, than it is to get a
buddy to do it for you....  Anyway, stop messing
around, and come back over here and  do the business
for me."

Well, what could I do?  I knelt there in front of
Jeff, holding his lovely dick in the palm of my hand,
and began tentatively scratching at the edge of the
"nail" to try to get some purchase.  When I thought I
had, I pulled back sharply and the thing came half
off- although Jeff's dick head was all kind of bent as
one half of the thing was still stuck to his skin.  I
heard Jeff yelp, but there was nothing else I could
do:  I got hold of the loose edge of the nail and
simply yanked at it to get the other half loose - with
another yelp from Jeff.... who, I was then kind of
amused to see, then pranced around a bit, rubbing his
dick, just as I had.

The young slave was waiting for us as we dried
ourselves, and he handed us tunics of the kind he was
wearing:  they were so short that it was probably just
as well that Jeff and I were still erect, as otherwise
I'm sure the ends of our dicks would have been below
the level of the hem, and as it was it was probably
preferable to have the front of the thing pushed away
from our bodies.   As we walked through the mansion I
somehow felt more exposed, even though I was
"decently" covered, than I had when I was completely
naked:  knowing that the owner had the power to dress
her slaves in a way that meant their manhood would
constantly be teasingly revealed at unexpected
moments, or when they moved too fast, was another
example of how a guy could be mistreated under this
dreadful slavery regime.

The woman and the boss were taking tea when the slave
showed us into another reception room - mainly
furnished in white and silver again - and she was
dressed now in a simple afternoon dress of some sort
of slinky grey fabric.  She was deep in conversation
with the boss, and neither of them even faltered in
their discussion when we were led in - well, the whole
room was so draped in heavy fabrics, and the pile of
the carpet was so deep against our naked feet, that
it's not as if we'd made much noise.  Or perhaps they
thought it sophisticated to simply ignore the presence
of slaves.!

The slave motioned for us to wait in-between two of
the big windows that led out on to the terrace, and I
saw Jeff assume the "rest" position with his feet
apart, hands behind his back and head bowed; and he
indicated to me that I should do the same, so having
not much else to do, I did.  We both stood there, and
again I felt how demeaning it was to have two big men
like us to stand there as if we were some sort of
ornament.  I felt exposed, too, as the tunic had no
sleeves, had a deep "V" up the front, running almost
down to my navel so that a lot of my chest was
revealed, and as my dick lost its erection I knew I
had to stand perfectly still or else my dick head
would peek out from under it.  My legs were almost
completely naked, the thing was so short, and the
sides were slashed in a "V" as well, so that my thighs
were exposed almost up to my waist.

The woman was telling the boss how well we'd
performed, and how good it was to see a younger and
older man together.  "You know you could make money
from these two by putting on a show", I heard her say.
 "I can think of a lot of my acquaintances who would
enjoy seeing these two perform after one of our
charity lunches."

"Oh surely not", the boss replied.  "After what I'm
sure would be a delightful luncheon you surely
wouldn't want something as sordid as an exhibition of
these two studs with one or two nigga bitches...."

There was that high, tinkling laugh as she leaned
closer to the boss.  "Oh no.... Not at all....
But...." Her voice dropped low at this point, and even
though I strained, I couldn't hear what was being
said.  And all I caught was the word "...together" at
the end.  Still, what did it matter? Whether Jeff
fucked a bitch or I fucked one or we both fucked one,
who cares?

But then I began to sweat as the woman went on "Of
course you'd have to have the young one seen to - it's
hardly seemly for a slave to appear in public with a
foreskin, is it?  Most of the ladies I know have sons
or nephews of grandsons of about his age, and they are
of course young enough to have avoided the fashion for
circumcision in the last century....  But producing
that young Steve, looking like a free man with that
foreskin.... Well, I don't think it's seemly."

"Oh, come now, madam, I don't think there's any risk
of Steve being mistaken for a free man.... Look at his
SIN, and his brand...."  The boss sounded a it
embarrassed as he went on "Surely you can't have
failed to notice the proper brand on his buttocks?  I
had him done very prominently, to avoid any possible
confusion or misunderstanding."

"Ah yes, if he's in shall we say close contact, of
course you can see it.  But supposing he was giving a
demonstration, and had his other side to the
audience.... Then the brand would easily escape
notice."

"Well thank you, ma'am, I'll remember this.... But
now, if you'll excuse us, I'm sure you've had an
afternoon that's been both exhilarating and tiring....
And we have some way to drive tonight...."

"Why of course.... But remember what I said, and if
you'd like me to make an arrangement for my next
charity function...."

"....I'll certainly call you."  As he said this, the
boss got to his feet, then bowed and kissed the
woman's hand.  Then, looking at us, said "Follow me,
boys."

Well I was acutely conscious of being exposed to the
other slaves as we walked out through the mansion, and
when we got into the SUV I gave a little yelp as I sat
down as the leather seat was hot from the sun, and my
ass was bare underneath the brief tunic.

The boss laughed at Jeff and me, and said that he
thought he might always have us dress in tunics from
now on as it certainly was more interesting to see us
like that.... And it would stop Jeff and me lounging
around as we'd always need to stand up straight if we
didn't want to expose ourselves constantly.  Jeff
asked him if we couldn't change into out normal Ts and
shorts, but the boss said no, as he thought that
having us become a little more aware of our bodies
would be beneficial to us!  Well, I wanted to argue
with him, saying I was perfectly aware of my body, but
what was the point?  I knew by now that it was futile
arguing with the boss.

We drove on into a big place - I can't now really
remember whether it was Dallas or Houston - and
instead of going to a motel the boss instructed Jeff
to drive us downtown and we parked in a garage
underneath some building or other.  Still in our
too-short tunics, Jeff and I had to walk across the
garage and into the elevators - it must have been
going home time for many of the people who worked in
the building, as there were a lot of them around, and
I hated the thought that there I was, barely covered,
when all of them were in their suits and office
clothes.  We went up only a few floors and went into
an office marked "Slave Reception."  The boss fussed
around filling in some paperwork and handing over his
credit card, then came over to Jeff and me.

"I've got to go to New York for a couple of days and
so I've checked you in to this boarding facility -
they'll take good care of you, and I've told them to
do a few things to you:  renew your 'sack and crack'
as you're having to shave a lot down there, and
exercise you well as although you run a lot, I don't
think you exercise your upper bodies enough.  And, of
course, you'll spend some time on a tanning bench, to
get your colour up nicely.  And a few other things....
 It will be hard work, but then, you're both fit guys,
so it shouldn't be all that bad."

He stopped for a moment, and added "Oh, and, Steve -
happy birthday!"

Seeing me look surprised he added "You're twenty
today, Steve.  So you're no longer a teenager.  You're
a proper man now."

I thought about it and realised he was probably right
- but keeping track of dates and stuff was difficult
as the boss never let us read newspapers, or watch TV
or anything as he said it distracted us from our work,
and that anyway slaves had no need to know the news..

"Boss, please.... Could I call my folks.... As it's my
birthday, they'll be thinking of me.... And they'd
like to know that I was OK...."

The boss looked at me, almost pityingly.  "Oh, Steve,
you still haven't learned, have you?  When you became
a slave you left all that kind of stuff behind you.
You've got no 'folks' now, and you're no longer their
son.  You're a slave, Steve:  my property.  That's the
only thing that matters.  But as it is your birthday,
I've told them here that you and Jeff can have a
proper ration of slave chow tonight - most of the
temporary boarders at these kennels are not fed, as
there's a terrible tendency for slaves to put on
weight and a couple of days in the kennels, under
strict supervision, is a good way to shed a few
pounds."

He looked expectantly at me, and then gave a little
laugh.  "Still the same wilful Steve!  Most slaves
would thank their owners for their consideration.  But
never mind - when I get back, I think you'll have a
slightly different attitude."

Wit that he turned and walked out, and at once a
guard, holding a short tawse in one hand and a slave
prod in the other, ordered us to strip.  Well it
wasn't very difficult - a single tug at the neck and
the tunics were off us (they were designed to be easy
to remove!).  Then we were officially "entered" into
the facility - showered, our SINs were recorded, and
we were given the standard uniform for the place,
which was a jockstrap.

They put us to work exercising immediately:  running
machines, weights machines, all the usual crap of a
gym, with the exception that you were chained to these
machines by a chain fastened around your waist, and
there was a "regulator" - the device monitored your
progress, and if you slacked, the chain served as a
conduit for an electric shock which increased in
intensity each time.  Within a very short period of
time Jeff and I realised we were going to have a real
workout that evening, and we were both already tired
from our afternoon's exertions with the old crone.

It was really tough, I can tell you.  And when they
finally said we'd done enough - not because we were
exhausted, as a guard told us that it was the view
that exhausted slaves should be encouraged to work on
and on as that's when they really stretched their
muscles - but because it was the change of guards'
shift.  We were led off to a long, luxurious hot
shower, and then locked into the same cell together,
along with a big bag of slave chow.

As we sat there munching away, Jeff looked at me with
that amused smile he often wore.  "So, buddy, you're
twenty now.  Your birthday.  How are we going to
celebrate?"

"Celebrate?  In this bare cell?  With just a bag of
slave chow?  Not much of a birthday celebration to be
had here.  I ought to be out in a bar, with my
buddies..."

He smiled again, and pushed me back on to the straw
that covered the floor - there wasn't a proper
mattress or anything.  With one hand on my shoulder he
half lay alongside me, then reached for my dick with
his other hand.  "Well, Steve, as the boss isn't here
to hear us, we could have a bit of fun.... Proper, man
fun, just you and me.... Make out own little
celebration.... I'm your only buddy now...."

I wondered what he meant, but then he started to
stroke my dick.  At first I was so surprised I said
nothing, then I suppose I started to  quite enjoy
it.... But then Jeff moved his thumb over my piss slit
to make his jerking off of me even more fun.... And I
screamed!

"Oh shit!", Jeff said.  "Hey, sorry, buddy... I forgot
we're raw from that glue!  Here....."

Jeff moved and his head went down, and the next moment
my dick was enveloped in his hot, moist mouth, and he
began to caress my dick gently with his lips and
tongue. His warm spit soothed the rawness on my dick
head instantly.

"No, Jeff....", I muttered.

"Shhh.... It's OK, Steve.  The boss isn't here to stop
us...."

"NO, Jeff!  It's wrong!  I hate having to do this to
the boss, and I don't want you to have to...."

"Shhhh, buddy.... Just lie back and enjoy it!  I hate
having to do it to the boss, too, as he's old and it
takes a lot to get him excited.  But you.... You're
twenty, and your dick's just begging for it...."

With that, Jeff returned to sucking and licking me,
stroking my balls as he did so, and every now and then
taking my dick out of his mouth and jerking me off oh
so artfully.  In spite of having had to shoot for the
crone that afternoon, I was soon completely overcome
by the sheer sensuality of having this big strong guy
doing this stuff to me so gently, and I was moaning
with the sheer excitement and pleasure of it.  But you
know how it is - when something's really enjoyable, it
never lasts, and all too soon I was pumping cum down
my dick and crying out with that exquisite mixture of
pleasure and pain you get if you have a sensitive dick
and the other guy continues to stroke you when you've
shot!

I lay there panting then, and kind of laughing at the
sheer enjoyment at what had gone on.  Jeff was propped
up on one elbow looking down at me and that smile all
over his face.  Then, before I could stop him, he
dropped his body lightly on to mine, put his hand
behind my head to hold me, then moved his face over to
mine and went to kiss me.

As his lips brushed mine I went to say "No, Jeff", but
the moment my mouth opened just ever so slightly, his
tongue was in me, forcing it's way deeper.  I was so
surprised that I let it happen, and then I found
myself responding.  Well, I mean, I was used to making
the running when I was kissing my girlfriends, pushing
my tongue down their throats, and it seemed just to be
a reflex to try to get my tongue into Jeff.  His mouth
was hot and wet with his saliva - and then, almost to
my horror, I realised something else:  it was coated
with my cum from where he'd sucked me off.  I went to
pull out, almost in panic, but Jeff forced himself
down and his tongue beat against mine now very firmly,
brooking no resistance.

I struggled for a moment, hating the thought of having
my own cum in my mouth, but somehow the sheer
overpowering sense of Jeff all around me and in me was
just too much, and I surrendered totally, letting him
kiss me passionately and play with my nips and balls
until I felt I was suffocating with pleasure.

When we eventually came up for air, Jeff was almost
laughing now in contrast to his normal smile.  We lay
back, arms around in each others shoulders, laughing
together.  Then Jeff turned his face towards me and
said quietly "You turn now, Steve..."

"My turn?"

"Hey, buddy, I just gave you the blow job of your
life.... don't tell me you didn't enjoy it!  Now it's
my turn.... Come on, Steve.... My balls are aching!"

"No, Jeff, I don't do that kind of stuff...."

He looked at me for a moment, terrible disappointment
flooding his face.  "You suck the boss off, so why
won't you do me?  Is it that you don't really like
me?"

"No, Jeff!  You know that's not true!  Of course I
like you.   We're buddies, aren't we?  But I just
can't do that to a buddy...."

"For fuck's sake, Steve... It's not as if I'm asking
you very much.  Just the same as you do to the
boss.... How is it you can do it to him, and you're
not prepared to do me?"

"You know that, Jeff.  He'll punish me - and you - if
I don't".

"Oh come on, Steve - it's not as if I'm asking you to
let me fuck you.  Just blow me, that's all.  Thousands
of guys do that to each other, all the time."

"No, Jeff.  I'm not a fag...."

"That's nothing to do with it.  Lots of straight guys
enjoy their buddies like this....  Come on...."

Now in the past months when I'd been a slave and had
been forcibly exercising, I'd really put on some
muscle and power.  The combination of the exercise,
good food, and the fact that I was anyway getting
older, moving into proper manhood, had turned me from
a well set up guy to a real man.  But Jeff was still
two inches taller and had about twenty five pounds
more muscle than me.  So the next moment, when Jeff
saw he was getting nowhere, stopped smiling, and
grabbed at me, I was still at a huge disadvantage.

We struggled, our arms locked around each other,
thrashing around in the straw, and I suppose neither
of us wanted to hurt the other really:  there were no
blows or anything like that, just a kind of strong
wrestle, with Jeff trying to overpower me, and me
resisting.  It's no good, though, is it?  Those inches
and that muscle were too much for me, and I ended up
face down in the straw, with Jeff sitting astride my
waist - I could feel his hot ass on the base of my
spine as we lay there, both panting from our
exertions.

"Now, Steve, are you going to be my buddy, and do the
things good buddies do for each other, as I did for
you?   Or do you want me to punish you, just like the
boss would if you wouldn't do some simple things for
him?"

"Jeff, I am your buddy... You know I like being like
your little brother....  I respect you, Jeff, do all
the things that you do...."

"...except suck off your buddy, Steve!  I do that.
Now, are you going to do it?"

"No!"

"OK, then.  I'll have to do to you what any older
brother would do if his kid brother was doing
wrong....."

I felt Jeff's big hand slap my butt as I lay there
under him.  Again and again his hand came down on my
bare butt, and at first I managed to remain silent.
But as the blows carried on raining down, I began at
first to protest, then to shout, and then almost to
scream - whether it was from the pain, or the
indignity, or what, I can't really say.  After a
couple of minutes the guards came to the door of our
cell and shouted in through the bars, but Jeff just
stopped tanning my hide and said "The kid just needs
to learn a lesson, officers.... There'll be no
permanent harm to him."

The two officers laughed, and Jeff started slapping me
again until my butt felt as if it was on fire.  Then,
before I could recover and to be able to defend
myself, he leapt off me, and flipped me onto my back.
He was on me again then, this time straddling my belly
with his ass, and with his knees pinioning my upper
arms to the floor.  His dick was jutting right above
my face, and I could smell his special scent as the
sweat and pheromones from his crotch flooded my nose.

"Right, Steve....  You wouldn't do it the nice way, so
I'm going to have to force you.... Open your mouth,
buddy, as my cock needs some relief...."

I could see his dick hovering above my face, so I
turned to one side, before shouting "Fuck you! No
way!"

I tried bucking my body to throw him off, or to get my
arms free to push him away, but it was no use - when
you're on your back you just can't get he purchase to
make that possible, especially when you're as heavy as
Jeff is.  He looked down at me, a smile spreading over
his face.

"Now, Steve.... One last time.... Open up that lovely
mouth of yours and get ready to take my cock, or
suffer the consequences....  Come on, little buddy....
Be nice to Jeff....."

I was aware of the guards almost straining themselves
to see in through the door properly, and clearly they
were not going to help as they were enjoying the show.
 Presumably this kind of "dispute" went on all the
time between guys in the facility, and they reasoned
that he best thing to do was just to let it happen and
for us to sort ourselves out, providing we did not
damage each other as we were valuable property.
Still, as I figured it then, we were at stalemate -
sure, I couldn't move away from under Jeff;   but, on
the other hand, there was no way he could force me to
open my mouth.

I was wrong, of course!  Still smiling, his eyes
locked on mine, Jeff reached down and took one of my
nips between each of his thumbs and forefingers, and
simply squeezed.  I've got such sensitive nips that my
body thrashed around totally involuntarily and I
shouted with surprise and pain.  Jeff stopped for a
moment, and still smiling, said quietly "Come on,
Steve.... You're going to eventually, you know...
You've got sensitive nips - you wriggle even if I
touch them with my tongue - so how long can you hold
off from wrapping those lips of yours around my cock?
Do it now, little buddy, and save yourself a lot of
unpleasantness."

I shook my head, Jeff squeezed again, and I shouted in
anguish.  We must have repeated that cycle a couple of
times before I gave in:  Jeff could be stubborn as a
mule, I knew, and there was no way I could win this
one.  So I reached up with my head, stuck my tongue
out, and licked towards the end of his cock.  I saw
him smiling down at me as I lay pinioned helplessly
underneath him, almost lovingly.  "That's right,
Steve", he whispered "Come on, boy, take my cock....
And make sure I don't feel the scrape of your teeth on
it, or else those nips of yours will be in for some
serious damage."

Of course it wasn't bad at all - I mean, I had sucked
the boss off, and Jeff's dick was in many ways better
- well, psychologically, at least:  it was hard and
firm and kind of young, and Jeff had that heavy male
smell that once my nose was near his pubes simply
excited me.  A bit different from the boss who had to
be teased to go totally hard, and who then was
definitely "old".  Once I'd started, Jeff  got off me
(his knees, with the weight of his body behind them,
were actually hurting my upper arms where he had had
them pinioned),  then he knelt beside me,  cradling my
upper body in his arms as I lapped greedily at him.
Once he'd filled me with his cum, I pushed him back
into the straw, lay half on top of him, half beside
him, and kissed him, sharing his cum with him as he
had done mine with me.

We lay together then, laughing and smiling, and
somehow at ease with the world and totally in harmony
with each other.  I'd never felt this way about
another guy before - no one had ever been as easy to
be with as Jeff was at that moment..  Life seemed
strangely good, and we fell into a deep untroubled
sleep, lying together as buddies should.

Actually, the place - a boarding kennels, I suppose
you'd call it - wasn't all that bad.  The exercise was
hard, sure, but they fed us well, and for the next
couple of days Jeff and I kind of enjoyed it -
especially the opportunity to really enjoy each others
bodies at night without worrying about the boss not
wanting us to waste our cum as we had to stud.  The
ends of our dicks healed remarkably quickly - I
suppose it's the good blood supply or something there
- and we found we really enjoyed jerking off together,
especially when we held our dicks close against each
other and stroked them alongside each other to try to
make us shoot simultaneously.

In the afternoon of the third day, however, when Jeff
and I and four others were working away as usual in
the gym,  a guard came over, read my SIN, compared it
with a paper he was holding, and told me to follow
him.  I saw Jeff looking but he couldn't stop his
workout without getting a shock, so he waved at me as
I went past.

The guard took me into a kind of first aid room, with
one of those treatment chairs in it, and after a few
moments a youngish guy in slacks and a pullover
entered.  He, too, read my SIN and compared it with
some papers from a file he was holding, looked at me,
and said "You're Steve?"

"Yes."

"Yes, sir!", snapped the guard, "...unless you want to
feel the prod!  You treat all free men with respect,
especially the doctor here."

"Yes, sir", I muttered.

"Right, Steve.  We can't be too careful.  Now, take
that jockstrap off, ad sit in the chair, please."

"Sir, why....?"

"Do as the doctor tells you, you fucking slave!", the
guard snapped.  And seeing him ready his prod, I did
as he told me.  The leather felt cold and clammy
against my body which was hot from the exercises, and
sweating."

The doctor bent over me, and before  I could react,
had fastened straps from the chair around my forearms
and waist.  Then he stood there with a stethoscope,
and listened to my heart.

"Very good, Steve!  Excellent! Not a sign there of any
problems, so we can proceed.  Now, let me make sure
you're immobile...."  As he said this he fastened more
straps around my thighs, and a thick one around my
chest.

"Sir, please, what...."

"Oh it's a very simple procedure.  I do it all the
time, mostly to the newly enslaved.  Your owner has
decided to have you circumcised."

"No, sir, there must be some mistake.... He didn't
have me done when he bought me...."

"...and now, evidently, he's changed his mind.  I have
the minor procedures order here that he signed when he
left you in our charge, and he's coming back for you
tomorrow so there's no time to be lost..."

H e opened a cupboard and lay some stuff out on the
top of the low cabinet that lined one side of the
room, then came and stood by me holding a black thing,
about the size of a fat cigar.  "Now, Steve, there
will be some... Some, shall we say, 'discomfort', I'm
afraid.  But the whole operation only takes a few
minutes.  It's my belief that it's wrong to
anaesthetise a slave during a very minor surgery like
this, as it's better for you to remember how it felt,
as an aid to your further understanding of the way
that your owner has total control over you.  So put
this between your teeth and bite down on it - you'll
find it helps to bear the pain.  And it stops your
screams disturbing everyone else in the building."

I went to say no, to beg him not to do it, but as I
opened my mouth he slipped the rod in.  It was hard
rubber, and tasted of it.  I sat there then, totally
unable to move, watching the doctor as he broke open a
sterile packet containing a scalpel.   He pulled up a
low stool and sat on it, between my legs, and said
casually "OK, Steve, here we go.... The first cut
frees everything up...."

I was looking down as he picked up my dick, and ran
the scalpel around between my 'skin and my dick head,
at the bottom.  Then he 'skinned me back, showing me
that my 'skin was no longer attached at the base.
That lovely sensitive triangle of skin down there was
all covered in blood, and it hurt like hell:  I was
screwing up my face with the effort of trying to
remain calm.

"Good", he muttered to himself.  "Now a lot of men
find this just a trifle painful, but hang in
there....."

He took a metal cylinder and slid it down over my
dick, pulling the loose 'skin over the outside.  I
wanted to shriek as the edge of the cylinder touched
the raw part of my dick head underneath,  where he'd
freed it already, and I could feel sweat breaking out
all over me as I heard my muffled screams as I bit
down into the rubber as hard as I could.  He didn't
say anything then, but teased and stretched my 'skin
along the surface of the cylinder.  Then, in one
practices, fluid movement, ran the scalpel neatly
around, removing a perfect circle of flesh.

I could see the blood welling out from the cut ring
all around my dick, and I think I was beyond feeling
any new pain as my entire dick hurt with a general
hurt all over, a hurt that send stabs of pain through
me all the time.  The doctor was smiling at me now:
"There, all over.... I'll just spray this with the new
miracle stuff... based on spiders' webs... that seals
cuts closed, and stops bleeding:  it's really good in
applications like this as there's a lot less scabbing
and almost no residual scarring...."

The aerosol was cold against my dick, but I could tell
from the way he was washing his hands that it was all
over.  "Right, Steve.... That's it!  A proper 'high
and tight' as we say in the trade, so now you look
like a slave all over.  Now, no jerking off, no
sucking of that cock, and certainly no fucking for  a
week or two.  We don't want the wound opening up, do
we?  A lot of men think that that's the hardest part -
not having any form of sex for a time, and it must be
particularly difficult for a young, virile guy like
you.  But I'll warn your owner, too, and perhaps he'll
buy you a chastity device - that's usually best, as so
many of you slaves are incapable of avoiding
temptation!"

With that, he walked out, leaving the guard to undo
the belts holding me to the chair, and lead me back to
the cell I shared with Jeff.  He was already in there,
lying stretched out, dozing after his exertions at the
exercises, and at first could not understand why I
looked so fucking terrible.  Then, his eyes riveted on
my dick, he gave one of those long smiles of his.
"Hey, buddy... . So the boss has had you done!  Now
we're really alike.  Come on over, and let me take a
good look...."

I winced and almost screamed as he took my dick in his
hand, even though he was ever so gentle.  "Jeff, how
could he have done this....?  The boss, I mean....
Why?"

"Why not, Steve?  Every other slave I know is
'skinned, so what's the difference between having it
done now, or having it done at the same time as you
were branded?"

"But it's my dick, Jeff!  Part of my manhood.  Another
man has no right to decide that I'm going to lose part
of me, part of me that helps define me...."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Steve, grow up, will you?  Of
course he has a right to do it:  you're his property,
remember?  And as for this 'defining' crap - well, as
far as I'm concerned you've always been a real man
ever since the boss bought you:  the way you fuck
makes you a real man in my books.  And, actually, I
think it kind of improves the look of you - I've
always thought you've got a nice cock head on those
rare occasions when I've seen it.... Not like some
guys, where the head is narrower than the shaft.  And
now it's all visible... Well, I think it makes you
look kind of, well, more mature, sleeker..."

"Sleeker?  Are you kidding?" I almost exploded in
indignation.

"Oh shut up, Steve!  I reckon the boss thought that
most owners who hire us for studding would rather see
the stud's cock, so he's just had you done.  It's no
big deal.... Look at me...."  As he said this, Jeff
waggled his dick at me rather suggestively, and began
to laugh.  "Come on, Steve - there's no going back
now, so you might as well learn to enjoy it!"

"Well that's a bit of a problem... I can't touch it
for a few weeks, the doctor guy said."

Jeff smiled again.  "Oh, so I'm in luck - I've got
your undivided attention tonight, as you please me!"

End Of Part Six