Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2007 11:34:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Stud, Part  Seven

YOUNG  STUD

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part  Seven


That night there wasn't a whole lot we could do
together as my dick was out of action.  Jeff was
laughing at me and telling me that we'd better not get
too "frisky" together as otherwise my balls would be
so sore as I couldn't get relief.  And I think to show
"solidarity" with me he didn't want me to blow him, or
even to play with his dick.  As he put it "We could
pretend we're old friends, Steve, really old friends:
let's just lie together and enjoy feeling each others
bodies, and not do sex at all".

Mind you, it was difficult!  Especially when we were
both wide awake in the middle of the night, lying
together and snuggled together in total companionship.
 Jeff whispered to me, in that intimate way you do in
bed, even when no one else is listening, to ask if my
balls were as sore as his were from not being used,
and when I told him that I didn't know - any ache from
my balls was completely overwhelmed from the pain in
my dick - he pulled me close to him and kissed me
gently.  It was kind of comforting, I suppose, having
this big, tough man being so concerned over me, and
holding me so tenderly, and being there for me.

The following day the boss collected us, but before we
could leave the staff at the place insisted that he
inspect Jeff and me to "make sure there were no marks
or blemishes on us" that might be attributed to their
care:  it was another example of how we were just
being treated like animals.  After all, why couldn't
they just ask Jeff and me?  Smiling, the boss ran his
hands lightly over our naked bodies, then stopped to
take my dick in his hand.  I winced as he did so.

"Painful, Steve?"

"Yes, boss.  Very!"

"Well I'm sorry about that.  But I did need to have
you done.... And I'm very concerned about drugs, so I
don't think it's wise for a healthy young man like you
to have painkillers for minor aches - it's so easy for
you to become dependent on them.  Just hang in there,
and within a few days all will be back to normal, I'm
sure."

He then turned to the staff of the place and asked
some questions about my 'skinning, and seemed to be
very disappointed to hear that I wasn't supposed to
have any action with my dick for two to three weeks.
He told them that this represented a considerable loss
of income for him as I was a stud, but they just
shrugged and said, basically, that it was up to him:
if he chose to let me use my dick before it was ready,
they couldn't be responsible for the consequences and
that "any scarring or subsequent disfigurement of the
penis was not their responsibility".

I went to ask the boss why he had had me 'skinned, but
as I began to ask him, he snapped "I expected this,
Steve.  And I'm not going to debate with you.  I
decided to have you done as it's the norm for slaves,
and many people already find it hard to accept a
whitey like you as a slave:  if they see you're uncut
like a free man, it makes  it harder for them to
accept that you are a slave, just like any 'regular'
nigga."

"...but boss...."

"Shut the fuck up!  I've told you I am not going to
discuss it.  And, anyway, what's the point?  You've
been done now, and there's no going back.  So just
accept it - I own your body, I decided you'd be better
off conforming to slave norms, so I had you done.
Just be like Jeff - accept it!"

So we set off driving, but frankly I was in a bit of a
grumpy mood and even though Jeff and the boss chatted
away, I didn't join in and just sat there in silence.


Jeff had a studding session that afternoon - nothing
special, just a "regular" customer who wanted a nigga
bitch knocked up - and so he and the boss were
occupied as the owner entertained the boss to a light
meal after they'd enjoyed seeing Jeff.  But  I was
left in the SUV, just as if I was a family dog or
something that couldn't be taken into the house when
the owner was visiting friends.  I sat there in the
humid heat feeling pretty pissed off - it was bad
enough having to stud, but, somehow, even worse when I
couldn't do anything and had to sit around idle.  I
even thought about reading the newspaper, but the
boss's  copy of The New York Times was still
immaculately folded as he hadn't opened it himself,
and I knew that if I did more than read the front
page, he'd notice (and he didn't allow Jeff and me to
read the papers, or watch TV, or anything like that,
as I've told you).  It just shows you how I was
accommodating to the life as a slave:  I mean, a
twenty year old man wouldn't normally be worried about
reading another guy's newspaper, would he?

So, all in all, it was pretty boring, and to pass the
time I found a patch of grass near the SUV, lay down,
and did some trunk curls and some push-ups - and when
I exercise like that, I can be really serious about
it.  Afterwards, even though I was pretty pissed off
with the boss still, I felt somehow better.  I suppose
it was all the endorphins from the hard work flooding
my system.

That night it was almost impossible to get to sleep.
You have to remember that I was used to a lot of sex,
and that I was a fit, healthy, horny guy anyway.  So
now I hadn't even been able to jerk off for a couple
of days, it was pretty terrible:  quite apart from the
fact that my dick was almost constantly erect, there
was this constant, low-level dull ache from my balls.

With a guy like Jeff around it's not possible to be
irritated and cross for long periods, and almost from
the first moment we'd checked into the motel that
afternoon he was joshing and teasing me, trying to get
me to smile, or at least to break out of my mood of
sullen silence.  He tried just being nice to me,
putting his arm around my shoulder whenever he could
to "be close".  Then he made some pretty feeble jokes
about us two looking like even more like brothers now
- well, frankly, I didn't think so:  for one thing,
even though we were both big guys, and pretty handsome
at that, he was blond and I was dark.  But he kept on
and on about how good it was for me to be 'skinned,
and how much nicer my dick would taste as there was
now no possibility of anything being nasty under my
'skin.  And he even tried to get the boss involved,
asking him if he'd like a "beauty contest" so that the
boss could judge whose dick was now the better
looking.

Frankly I got tired of it, and told him to shut up.
And that only drove Jeff on to new heights - you know
how these happy, hearty people can be sometimes.  And
when I failed to respond to him, he began to try
physical things, like  making a feint as if he was
trying to grab one of my nips (which I hate, as I'm so
sensitive there).  I carried on telling him to shut
up, and to fuck off, and the more I did this, the
worse Jeff seemed to get.  Finally even the boss got
fed up with Jeff's antics, and he snapped "Will you
two be quiet?  You're worse than my kids when they
were little!  Always sitting together in the back of
the car and chattering and giggling.... You two are
grown men, now shut the fuck up!".

Well, that was interesting - it hadn't occurred to me
that the boss might have kids.  I mean, Jeff had told
me about him being divorced and stuff, but kids had
not been mentioned.  I wondered about them - were they
boys or girls?  And how old were they?  I mean, I
suppose I might even be the same age as the boss's
sons, if he had sons.  Still, his words had the right
effect, and Jeff and I  showered and stuff as usual,
and then lay down together in our bed as the boss
continued to lie there reading his newspaper.  After a
few minutes he called for Jeff to go over and blow him
  I went to join them, but the boss waved me away,
saying that he understood the problem with my balls,
and he thought it would make it worse for me if I had
to see sex at close quarters.

When Jeff had finished and came back and lay next to
me he wanted to go to sleep but he could tell I was
completely restless.   Finally, he sat up in bed and
called out "Boss, can I do something about Steve?
He's been a pain in the ass all day, and now he can't
sleep because his balls are aching:  I can't do
anything about his attitude, but I could relieve those
balls..."

"Jeff, you heard the man this morning:  his dick is
not to be touched, or else it might open up the wound,
and there'll be scarring.  You wouldn't want young
Steve to have a scarred dick, would you? "

"Oh I know a few tricks, boss.... I promise I won't
even touch his dick."

The boss just shrugged and nodded, giving his consent.
 Jeff put his arm around my shoulders as he did when
he wanted to be really close to me, and pulled my face
towards his.  "You heard the boss, Steve!  Help is at
hand... Now, I'll soon have those balls of yours
emptied.... You're in luck, Stevie, boy, to have a
buddy like me who knows what's what!"

Half in earnest, half playfully, Jeff  hauled at my
body to get me to lie on my back, then pulled at my
knees so that my feet were apart and my knees raised.
Still with that devilish smile on his face he came and
knelt beside me, then spat onto his hand so his index
finger was coated in spit.  "OK, buddy....", he
whispered.  "Here goes"

I felt his finger scratching at my asshole, and almost
involuntarily wriggled a bit.  I mean, I'd never had
anyone be this totally intimate with me before - even
when we were in the shower, washing each other, we did
wash that place but we never actually fingered our
holes.  Jeff's face wrinkled a little as he pushed
hard on his finger, and I felt it begin to slip into
me.  I gave a groan - was it of delight, or surprise?
I don't know.

Jeff  carried on working on my asshole, occasionally
stopping to re-lube his finger with spit, and I was
getting aroused by it - his finger sliding in and out
of me was somehow sensual, somehow wicked.... And when
he told me to "hang in there, buddy" and began his
assault with  two fingers rather than one, I could
hear myself cry out gently, and moan, as the
sensations flooded through me.  My dick was rock hard,
sticking straight up from my body, and I could see
Jeff's eyes flickering to it occasionally, and him
smiling.

The third finger was tough - but Jeff was patient, and
never hurried it.  Then he stopped totally, looked at
me, and asked "so, are you ready?"

I thought he meant for a fourth finger, but no - it
was just his index finger again, but now his palm was
flattened against my butt as he pushed it in as far as
it could possibly go.  He searched around inside me
for a few moments, and then I cried out as the most
incredible wave of pleasure shot through me - and
through this I was conscious of my dick beginning to
wave around frantically as shot after shot of my cum
was pumped out, to pool on my belly and chest.

Jeff pulled his finger out, and carried on kneeling
there beside me.  "OK, Steve?", he asked
mischievously.  "It's a long time since I tickled a
guy's prostate.  But it can be pretty effective, can't
it?"

The boss was looking over to us and saw the long
slashes of white all over my torso, and called out
"You surely did drain him, Jeff.  Well done.  Now
perhaps we can all get some sleep?"

"But  boss... I'm horny now", Jeff replied.  Look at
me...."  As he said this he turned, so that the boss
could see Jeff's dick sticking out rampantly hard from
his body.

"Oh come on, Steve... You studded this afternoon..."

"Yes, boss... But that was this afternoon, and now is
now.  Come, on, boss - there's all this cum of Steve's
to use, and he's already stretched and relaxed... And
you said that you wanted him and me...."

"Quite so, Jeff.  But I don't think now's the
time...."

"Please, boss, there's no time like the present.... "

"Oh all right..... But be quick about it."

Jeff was still smiling as he ran his fingers lightly
over my belly and chest, coating them with my cum.
Then, a little to my surprise, be began to massage my
asshole again, now using the cum to ease the passage
of his fingers into me.  I winced a little, then
moaned, as he spread his three fingers out as if
"stretching" me, but with my cum covering everything,
it didn't really hurt.  And having a guy like Jeff
working on you is pretty exciting, I can tell you!

To my surprise - it just shows you how naive I was, I
suppose, - he used some of my cum to slime his own
dick, stroking his already hard erection to a massive,
solid one.  Then he shuffled down the bed, so that he
was kneeling between my knees. Before I realised what
was happening, he grabbed my feet and put them up on
to his shoulders.

In one quick, practised movement his hips came forward
and, whilst holding my feet with one hand, his other
positioned his dick at my asshole.  I now realised
what was about to happen, and cried out "No,
Jeff....", but it was too late:  I felt his cock head
enter me, and my words were turned into a shout of
pain and pleasure.

Jeff stopped then, and looked down at me.  "OK,
Steve.... I'm in... Are you OK, buddy?  Now, just
relax and enjoy it...."

I could actually feel his dick sliding into me, and
Jeff clearly knew what he was doing as he watched me
intently and at the slightest sign that  I was in too
much discomfort, he stopped, before starting his
inexorable progress into me again.  Finally  I could
feel the remains of his pubes pressing against me, and
his arm had now gone around my legs to pull them close
to his chest as if he was determined to get me as
close to him as possible.

Still smiling, he held  an ankle in each of his big
hands and pushed my legs apart and my ankles towards
my head - this enabled him to get in to me even more,
and he seemed satisfied by this.  Staring down at me
and still smiling he began to rock his hips gently,
and that incredible sensation as a guy fucks you began
to excite me.  It was as if it was someone else who
was saying, almost simultaneously "No... " and
"please...." and "Fuck me.....", all of which were
interspersed with grunts, groans, moans and cries
that seemed to come from deep down inside me.

I could see Jeff sweating, and his usual smiling grin
was replaced with the look of the most intense
concentration, and I could only imagine the sensations
flowing down his dick as my asshole gripped him.

After a fee minutes he pulled right out of me, bend
his head down to mine and kissed me.  Then he muttered
"Now for something a bit different, little buddy...."

I couldn't resist him as he rolled me over on to my
belly, and it was he who positioned my arms so they
were crossed in front of me and made a convenient
cradle for my head.  Ever so gently I felt him move my
legs apart, and then he was kneeling between them -
the hairs on his legs sent shivers of excitement
through me as they meshed with those on mine.

"OK, Steve.... This is going to be easy....", I heard
him whisper.  And then I could feel his hands on my
butt, prising my cheeks apart.

I suppose I was prepared for the feeling of his hot
dick head against my asshole, but now, as he pushed
in, something new    The feeling of Jeff's thighs and
calves against mine, the feeling of his belly and
chest pressing into my back... I kind of knew that he
must be taking most of his weight on his hands and
elbows as  I could breathe perfectly easily, and yet
somehow  I was so incredibly close to him:  his cock,
buried in me, was somehow at the same time both the
symbol and the instrument of how one man can totally
possess another, and become as one with him.

Jeff rocked away on me, and I could hear his breathing
and feel his hot breath on my back.  He was now crying
and moaning now, almost synchronised with my own gasps
of pleasure.  I no longer cared that Jeff was doing a
"fag" thing to me - if it was, then it was me who'd
been stupid for missing out on so much total delight
for so long.

I felt Jeff getting faster and faster, his breathing
getting more and more ragged, until he cried out
"Jesus fucking Christ......", and his whole body went
rigid.  I knew he must have cum, and although I
couldn't feel it, I was in some strange way glad that
Jeff's cum would be flushing my bowels.

He lay there then, as his breathing subsided, and I'd
never felt as close to another human being in my whole
life.  He nibbled at my earlobe, teasingly, then sank
his teeth into my shoulders, causing me to wriggle a
little.  But the sharp pain of his teeth seemed to be
the perfect end of this extraordinary happening.

I wanted it to go on for ever, to have him lie there
all night, but finally the boss called  "OK, Jeff!
That was pretty impressive.  But we all need to get
some sleep...."

I felt Jeff pull his flaccid cock out of me, then he
knelt beside me for a moment, bent over me and kissed
the nape of my neck - causing a shiver of excitement
to go through me - as he whispered "Just lie there,
Steve, buddy.....", and I was glad to do so, still
wanting to remember everything that I'd just
experienced, and wanting nothing to spoil my mood of
total relaxation and enjoyment.  So I watched as Jeff
went into the bathroom, and as he stood there at the
wash basin washing his dick.  I saw him come back over
to me, and then he was wiping my ass!  He'd brought a
big piece of toilet tissue, and had actually prised my
butt apart and was wiping my ass, just as if I was a
baby.

"Hey....", I protested.

"Shhh...., Steve... We don't want a mess all over the
sheets, do we?  When we get used to doing this a lot,
we'll make sure we're clean inside.  But for now, I
don't want to spend the night with crap on the
sheets....."

I watched as he went back to the bathroom to dispose
of the tissue, then he came back, lay beside me, and
pulled the covers up over us both.  "Good night,
boss", he called out as those strong arms of his
wrapped themselves around me and his legs twined with
mine.  And then, in a softer, gentler tone, he
whispered "...and good night to you, little buddy...."

"Jeff....", I muttered in response.  "Jeff.... that
was.... was.... fantastic...."

I could feel him, rather than see him, but I could
somehow tell that he was smiling as usual.  "Well,
Steve, you've had the best....

_____________________________

It turned out that there wasn't all that much studding
work for the next week or so, and so the boss was
relatively unconcerned about Jeff's supply of cum, and
allowed him to fuck me most nights - I kind of got the
impression that the boss liked watching Jeff's
muscular butt thrusting away as he fucked me, as
sometimes he even told us how we were to position
ourselves before we began.  I was brought to climax by
Jeff  as I still wasn't allowed to have anything
touching my dick - not by the actual fucking, but by
Jeff taking the time to get his fingers up me and
tickle my prostate as he had done that first time.
The boss used to laugh at us as Jeff did it, and told
me that the look on my face as Jeff made contact with
me was even more one of rapture than when Jeff was
fucking me.  He continued  "You know, Steve, there's a
myth that a guy's dick can bring you off by touching
your prostate:  but, as you know, even a big dick like
Jeff's doesn't do it, and when he's fucking you your
own dick often goes soft.  That's quite usual, as when
the dick slides into you it misses the prostate - as
it does in most men. But don't think less of Jeff
because of that... I reckon you're getting 'value for
money' from his dick anyway!"

I kind of nodded, and, if I analysed what I was
thinking, I suppose it was that I'd never expected to
get anatomy lessons - especially such intimate anatomy
lessons - from a guy who was looking at my naked body
just after I'd been fucked and climaxed.

The great day came, though, when the boss examined my
dick one morning after we'd showered and decided it
looked OK to him, and that, anyway, he was prepared to
take the risk of damage to my dick by having me start
having sex again.  I thought he meant that I should
jerk off for him to see, and, in truth, I really
wanted to do it as my ball were full and ready to go.
But as I sat on the edge of the bed and began to
stroke myself, the boss interrupted.  "No, Steve!  Not
with your hand - that's still a bit rough, perhaps.
Jeff - get down there, and use your tongue and lips."

It was great to see Jeff servicing me like that.  I
put my hands on the bed behind me and let my body
stretch back luxuriantly as Jeff's big body crouched
between my outspread legs, and then his warm, wet
mouth closed over my dick.  As he began to lick and
suck at me I couldn't help it - much as I wanted to
stretch out and continue to enjoy it totally passively
like that, something impelled me to sit upright and
then put my hands around Jeff's head and pull him even
further down on to me.  My dick was rock hard, and as
I pulled him to me my dick head touched the spongy
soft bit at the back of his throat, and Jeff began to
gag.  He tried to pull off me, but I held his head
firmly, and it was so exciting to see him begin to
struggle, retch and gag as my dick choked him.  I let
him go for a few seconds so he could breathe, and then
pulled him down on to me again.  As he sucked at me my
hips began to thrust so that I was fucking him, rather
than just being passively sucked off.... And so it
went on, with me revelling in the power I had over
Jeff to make him start to choke when I really pulled
him to me and thrust fully forward.  It didn't go on
for long, though - all too soon my balls fired, and I
pumped a huge load into Jeff's mouth and down his
throat:  I let him go then, and he remained crouching
there, looking up at me, with a faint trail of my
creamy white cum trickling out of the corner of his
mouth.  He looked some how beaten, subdued,
controlled, and I realised I enjoyed seeing this
powerful man humbled in this way in front of me.

The boss must have noticed something, though, as that
night - Jeff had been studding that afternoon - he
again told me to how him my dick, and examined it
carefully.  "I think it's time for you to go back to
work, Steve - are you looking forward to that?"

"Yes, boss!  I really missed not having regular sex."

The boss looked thoughtful, then, addressing both of
us, went on "I suppose you've noticed how the usual
studding assignments are drying up?  I believe it's
because many owners are becoming cautious about the
market for slaves in sixteen years time:  there's been
a lot of comment in the press about how everyone seems
to be breeding their bitches these days, and many
commentators have remarked that after an owner has
paid a lot of money to raise a new slave, the bottom
might have dropped out of the market.  There again,
it's an easy line of business to get in to:  all a man
has to do is buy a virile young guy, like either of
you two, and there he is:  a stud owner.  Anyway, for
whatever reason, it's getting harder and harder to
find regular stud opportunities, and I've been giving
it a lot of thought.  I'm  not a rich man because of
that bitch of a wife and the divorce, and I do need
the income that you two slaves bring - so how to keep
that flowing in a market where there are fewer and
fewer opportunities has been exercising my mind."

He looked at us, and both Jeff and I were of course
keenly interested - well, as Jeff had explained to me
one night, this studding was pretty easy compared to a
lot of other slave work, like being coffled in the
fields, or quarries or mines, or even being chained o
a factory bench.  So if the boss had a plan to keep us
employed, that sounded good.  "Anyway", he continued,
seeing he had us listening intently, "Although I can't
find you enough studding work to keep you occupied
full time, there is a way for me to make a lot of
money:  I will be hiring you out for exhibitions."

"Exhibitions?", I asked.

"Yes, Steve.  You and Jeff will fuck each other...
Just as you do in bed, when I permit it, but with an
audience.  I have been speaking with one of my oldest
clients, and she has set up a few engagements for us:
she knows that her friends, the 'ladies who lunch',
would like some entertainment to round off their
gatherings, and the sight of two handsome, virile men
fucking each other will be a sure-fire winner, she
believes."

"NO!  Please, boss.... It's bad enough being made to
stud, but you can't expect Jeff and me to appear in
front of a bunch of old women and...."

"They're not so old, Steve!  Mostly in their forties
and fifties and still active enough to imagine what a
dick like Jeff's would feel like going up them!  And,
anyway, there's a long and distinguished pedigree to
this kind of entertainment:  big, masculine men used
to band together as troupes of 'exotic dancers' to
entertain hen parties and such, earlier in the
century....  All we're doing is updating the concept
slightly, to fit in with modern ideas of what a lady
will want to see slaves doing."

Jeff had one of his usual smiles on his face.  "So,
boss, I get to fuck Steve all the time.... Hey.....".
Turning to me he put his arm around me as usual and
pulled me close.  "Steve, that's great, little buddy:
I thought the boss would make us stop having fun
together once your dick was healed and we were both
back to studding....  And instead of that, I get to
take your ass all the time....."

"...and Steve gets to take yours, Jeff!", the boss
added, smiling himself now.

"Whoa, boss...."  Jeff's smile had vanished.  "I'm a
stud, boss, you know that.  I do the fucking...."

"Well usually, yes, Jeff.  As I see it, when you and
Steve are performing in front of a group of ladies,
you will fuck him, and fuck him hard.  The ladies will
like to see 'poor little' Steve being almost raped by
you.  They'll feel sorry for him, as most of them will
have been forced into sex by their husbands at some
time or other, and they'll relate to what Steve's
going through.  But if I hire you out to perform in
front of a bunch of guys, we'll do it the other way
around:  you'll have your ass reamed by Steve.  Most
of the guys in bars and places like that are on the
younger side, and they'll like to see a young guy
dominate and control a bigger, older guy like you."

"Hey, boss, no way...."  Jeff was speaking again. "No
way are Steve and me going to perform in front of a
load of fags.... And, as I said, I'm a stud:  it's
kind of OK for me to fuck Steve, but no way is he
going to get to fuck me...."

The boss looked furious!  "Shut the fuck up, at once!
How dare you, Jeff!  How dare you speak to me like
that.  You're a slave, remember?  My slave.  I own
you, and I tell you what you will, and will not, do.
I think you've picked up some bad habits from Steve
here who was pretty wild when I bought him - before
that you never ever dared to even think of arguing
with me.   Now, apologise, at once, or else....."

He stopped, and Jeff looked all confused.  It was true
- he was never usually given to arguing with the boss,
and, as I've told you, although he's a great guy he's
not always the sharpest knife in the drawer and
generally doesn't mind being told what to do as he's
not a great original thinker.   He stood there, as if
surprised at what he'd done.  Then, his body drooping
as if in total surrender and submission, he muttered
"I'm sorry, boss...."

The boss nodded, as if accepting it, but Jeff went on,
his words stumbling out "Boss, I'm sorry, but I can't
be fucked by Steve..."

The boss was simply furious now.  "CAN'T?  CAN'T?
What sort of word is that for a slave to use to his
owner?  I think you've totally lost it, you fucking
slave!  You don't say what you can and can't do -
that's down to me, totally down to me.  And if I say
that I want to see Steve fucking you, then that's
exactly what will happen."

"No, please, boss... I've never been fucked.  I'm a
stud...."  Jeff was almost wailing now, his anguish
palpable.  I began to get worried, as the boss looked
almost apoplectic.  I was seriously worried that he'd
lose his temper totally with Jeff and call the Slave
Police in to have him punished, or something like
that.  I had to do something to diffuse the situation,
so in a reversal of roles, it was me who now put my
arm around Jeff's shoulder and hugged him.

"Hey, Jeff, come on, buddy.... It's not so bad... I
didn't like the idea of that big dick of yours when
you first fucked me.... But I've got used to it, and I
like having you that close to me, you know that.
Well, it will be the same for you... Once you've got
used to feeling my dick up your ass you'll like the
closeness it brings...."

"No, Steve!  No, boss!  Please... I can't be
fucked.... It's terrible..."

I almost shook him now, as I could see the boss
looking more and more angry.  "Jeff!  Stop That!
Listen to me!  We're buddies, right?  And we like each
other a lot, right?  And we like being together in
bed, right?   Well, it's not so different... It's just
more, more, well, more close.  We'll be even better
buddies afterwards...."

"No, Steve.  It's not like that.  My uncle told me
that when I was a kid, and when he started to fuck me,
it hurt, Steve, hurt so much... And when I was crying
and told dad what my uncle had tried to do, he didn't
believe me, and I got a hiding because he said I was
telling stories about my uncle...."  Jeff was almost
sobbing now as he related this to me, and I put both
my arms around him now and really hugged him.

"Shhh... Jeff....  That was all in the past, when you
were a little kid.  We're big, strong men, aren't we?
We can do all kinds of stuff with each other that
wouldn't be right with little kids!  Are you telling
me that a big ex-marine like you is terrified that my
dick will hurt him?  Is that all you're scared about,
Jeff, a bit of pain?"

"No... Yes... Well...."

"Oh come on, Jeff!  When you fucked me the first time
it hurt like hell.  You heard me groaning and crying,
but it didn't stop you, did it?  You didn't stop
because you were enjoying it so much... And I found
that after a time the pain was all part of it:  it's
not like real pain, not like when a soldier is
wounded... Not like when  I was 'skinned.  No... The
pain is all mixed in with the most amazing
feelings.... Feelings like you've never had before.
Not just the dick of the other guy inside you, but the
closeness, the amazing sexual feelings flooding
through you...."

"It sounds as if you like being a fag..."  Jeff
sounded angry now, perhaps to compensate for his
weakness.

"It's not being a fag, Jeff!  Or, if it is, it's
perfectly natural.  Two guys like us, who like each
other a lot... What could be better than to be
properly close...."

I saw Jeff starting to weaken, and I continued to hold
him.  I put my lips close to his ear and whispered
"Look, buddy, calm down... We'll work through this
some way.  But if you go on arguing with the boss he's
likely to call the SP in and have you taken off for
punishment - I've never seen him so cross.  So stop
being stupid - just calm down, and we'll find some way
of getting him to change his mind."

I moved away from him then, and Jeff stood there in
front of the boss.  "I'm sorry, boss", he muttered.

"Very well, but that's the last time, Jeff!   I have
owned you for all this time and you've generally been
a good slave, but I cannot, I will not, tolerate
disobedience or dissent.  Now, tell me you are ready
to take Steve's dick when I order you to."

I saw Jeff glance at me, and I nodded, as I felt
certain this was just something we could sort out with
the boss when he'd simmered down.  "Yes, boss... I'll
do as you order", he muttered.

A faint smile flickered over the boss's face.  "Good.
No time like the present.  Drop those shorts, Jeff,
and go and lie on the bed on your hands and knees -
Steve's new to this, too, so we'll start you off doggy
fashion."

End Of Part Seven