Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2007 22:46:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Stud, Part  Eight

YOUNG  STUD

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part  Eight

Jeff's body looked so unwilling as he stumbled towards
the bed - all hunched up and drooping, not like the
usual confident Jeff who was so proud of his body and
who usually strode along, shoulders back, proud and
unashamed.    I thought he was going to do it, but as
he got to the bed he hesitated as he went to push his
shorts down, turned to the boss, and in a very quiet
voice, so unlike his usual confident tones, said
simply "No, boss.  This isn't right.  I'm  a stud.  I
don't take dick, not even from Steve."

I saw the boss reaching for his cell phone - like all
the models these days it did of course have the
special red emergency key for summoning the Slave
Police.  I blurted out "Boss, please, no, wait.....
Let me talk to Jeff.... Let me try to persuade
him...."

"Persuade him?  I gave him a direct order!  No, what
he needs is a good going over by the SP...."

"But boss, then he'll be useless for work for weeks!
We saw that slave a couple of weeks ago with his back
and butt all torn up, and bruised black and blue all
over, and you said yourself that his owner was
probably going to lose out big time as the slave
couldn't work.... And that his value had been
dramatically reduced by the whip scars....  Isn't it
worth letting me try, boss, before you lose out on
your investment?"

The boss's finger hesitated on his cell, then he
shrugged.  "OK.  You try, Steve.  But this is Jeff's
last chance.  Either I see some fucking in a very
short time, or it's the SP..."

"Boss, it might be easier if it was just Jeff and
me.... The first time, you know....  Couldn't you go
and have breakfast, and leave us to it... When you
come back I promise I'll have fucked Jeff...."

"I've never heard such rubbish!  Why on earth should
you slaves be concerned about doing anything in front
of me?  I'm your owner, remember?  Slaves have no
reason to be modest about their bodies at all, and
least of all in front of their owner...."

"Please, boss, it would  be so much easier....."

I could see the boss getting crosser and crosser now,
then he turned and as he went to leave the room
snapped "Steve, you'd better do as you said.  I think
I've been far too lax with you men generally, and this
is what it has led to.  So I think that if I do need
to call the SP, it probably would not be a bad idea to
have them punish both of you.  Do I make myself
clear?"

"Yes, boss", I responded, inwardly trembling at what
I'd now got myself in to - the slave we'd seen after
an SP beating had not been a pleasant sight at all,
and I could only imagine the pain he must have been in
with his mangled body.

The boss closed the door behind him, and I went over
to Jeff.  "Come on, Jeff... You know what we've got to
do...."

"No, Steve!  I'm a stud.  I'm not a fag.  I'm not
going to take a dick up my ass.  I didn't do that in
the marines, not even when a lot of the guys in the
barracks did it when we were on a long exercise away
from our families...  And I'm not going to start now."

"You heard what the boss said - he'll have the SP
in...."

"Fuck him, then!  I can take it.  I was a marine,
remember?  You get used to taking a lot of physical
stuff during training....  It's not a problem...."

"Jeff, cut the crap!  Remember that slave we saw?"

"So?  Whip marks, a hell of a lot of bruising.... I
can take it...."

"And what about me, Jeff?  You heard the boss.... If
he gets the SP in, it's going to be to both of us.
Don't you care about me?  I wasn't a marine, I don't
think I can take those clubs and boots landing on my
body, or the whip...."

Jeff kind of stopped, as if he needed to think about
what he was saying.  Then he looked at me, and
muttered "I'm sorry, Steve.... But that's the way it's
got to be....."

I was getting desperate.  As I've told you, Jeff's a
fantastically nice guy, you couldn't want a better
friend, buddy, companion, helper.... But he's not the
brightest of the bright, and when he makes his mind up
about something, he can be damned stubborn and there's
generally no shaking him.  Inwardly I shuddered a the
thought of the SP abusing my body.  I had to try
something, even though it might really piss Jeff off -
well, after all, things could hardly be much worse,
could they?

"You keep on about the marines, Jeff.  So I never had
you marked down as a coward!  Is that why they threw
you out?"

He looked amazed.  "They didn't throw me out - they
just didn't renew my engagement... Like a lot of guys,
as I told you...."

"You're sure it wasn't because they saw that yellow
streak in you?  A marine who's afraid...."

"I'm not afraid.  Not afraid of anything!  Not
ever..."

"...except a bit of sex with your best buddy."

"I'm not afraid of that.  It's just that I'm not a
fag,  I'm a stud, I...."

"You're afraid, Jeff, admit it!  What's being a fag
got to do with anything?  You're afraid that if you
let me ram my dick up you, you'll hurt so much that
you'll shout and scream, just like some of those
bitches we fuck really hard.  You don't think you can
take it....."

"Of course I can...."

"So what's stopping you?"

"I'm  a stud...."

"And so am I, Jeff!  Do you think I'm any less of a
stud because you've been fucking me recently?"

"No...."

"Well then, what's the problem?  Come on.... Look,
let's just do this and save us both a lot of pain:
you surely don't want me to get beaten up by the SP,
do you, even if you think you could take it yourself?"

"No...."

"...and when you've been fucking me, haven't you
enjoyed it?  No, don't answer - I know you have , from
the way you've been  behaving afterwards - holding me
close, kissing me, whispering all those things in my
ears as you laughed because you were so happy!"

I saw him hesitate, and just stand there.  Then,
although I thought it might hurt him, I pressed on.
"You know what, Jeff?  I reckon a guy who really
enjoys sticking his dick up another guy's ass is a
fag.  It's one thing to do it because you've been
ordered to, and quite another to be so fucking happy
afterwards from all the pleasure it's given you.... I
reckon that's the fag thing, Jeff.  It's not the poor
bloke who has to lie there, and who was in effect
raped the first time....  So if you're worried about
being a fag, Jeff, I reckon you're already there...."

I thought he was going to hit me!  His fists clenched
and his arms raised and he came towards me with a
terrible rage on his face.  I blurted out "But you
aren't, are you, Jeff?  You're just a regular guy who
really likes fucking the bitches but who makes the
best of things when he's ordered to do something else.
 You wanted to make me feel OK about it, didn't you?
So you really pretended to enjoy it...."

He stopped in mid track, and I could see him thinking.
 "Well I guess so, Steve.... I knew you're not a fag,
and I thought you'd hate it...."

"It's the same for you then, isn't it, Jeff?  You're
going to hate it, as you're a stud.  But you've got to
take my dick to stop me being punished, and to let the
boss see that you're not afraid...."

He half nodded, and I saw that I'd won and began to
relax.  Being beaten to a pulp by the SP would be bad
enough, but to have had Jeff hit me would have been
worse....  Still, I had to seize the opportunity, and
I went and nestled my body against his, one arm around
him and I nuzzled at that wonderful place between the
neck and the shoulder.  I was almost intoxicated by
his scent, and I let my other hand roam down his
belly, then under the waistband of his shorts, and
gently began to stroke his dick.  He was rock hard
instantly, and I muttered to him  "Come on then,
Jeff... Let's show the boss what two studs who really
like each other as buddies can do....  Lie back on the
bed, and let me jerk you off...."

"Why....?"

"Well, because you like it and I like it.... But more
practically, do you want me to go into you dry?  Come
on, Jeff.... Your ass may be able to take it without
lube, but my dick can't... I'm still recovering from
an operation, remember?"

Slowly, Jeff backed towards the bed, me still holding
him, then sat down on the edge, and lay back.  I knelt
at his spread legs, and started to tug at his shorts -
he raised his butt up off the bed to free them, and I
slid them off totally.  Then with my hands on his
knees, I leant forward and began to suck and lap at
his dick, doing all the little things with my tongue
that I knew really turned him on.  Soon I saw the
characteristic scrabbling of his hands on the bed as,
with his eyes closed, Jeff went off into some sort of
fantasy place.  I stopped, and then began to stroke
his dick, now covered in my spit, ever so gently, and
as Jeff's moans of excitement got a little louder,
allowed my hand to grip him harder and harder.

I felt the first splashes of pre-cum land on my face
as I knelt there, then quickly pointed Jeff's dick
towards his face so that as his cum erupted it mostly
landed on his lovely belly, and lay there glistening
on his sweat-soaked body, emphasising the faint
treasure trail of his dark blond hair.  A shaft of
longing, of desire, went through me and I wanted to
thrown myself on Jeff, kiss him, tell him what a
fantastic guy he was... But there was work to do,
wasn't there?

I scooped up some of Jeff's usual huge load of cum and
gingerly and tenderly began to stroke this asshole.  I
heard and felt him start to sit up, but said quietly
"Jeff, just lie there, buddy.... Lie there and carry
on enjoying it....", emphasising this by pressing down
on his belly with my other hand - it was no control at
all, really, as he could easily have sat up if he'd
wanted to, but somehow it seemed the right thing to
do, as if having my hand pushing down on him lightly
exerted some real influence.

My finger slipped in, and it seemed surprisingly easy.
 Jeff's body moved slightly as I slid my finger in and
out, and to my surprise I heard him begin to make the
same sort of noises as he had when I'd been jerking
him off.  This made me bolder, and knowing how
assiduously he worked on me to lube and stretch me, I
started to insinuate a second finger into him.... And
again Jeff's tone showed no distress, only enjoyment!

Look, there are some things that are pretty private
and personal:  the first time I ever fucked a guy, the
first time Jeff took dick... And I don't think a
detailed description of what turned out to be a
totally joyous time has any place on the written page
where it will be seen by others.  That was a very
special time for Jeff and me, and after some initial
hesitancy where in spite of everything Jeff seemed
reluctant to actually let me begin properly, we were
soon fucking away like real lovers.    And I ended up
in that most wonderful position for two guys who
really like each other - lying along Jeff's back, my
sweating chest, heart pounding, pressed into his
strong back and my dick still buried in his ass, my
legs straddling and sort of intertwined with his, and
my face pressed into his neck and shoulders.

"So...?", I finally muttered.  It was hard to speak,
as my face was almost split in half by a huge smile.
"So, marine boy, how was that?"

Jeff turned his head, which had been half buried in
the bed, so that his face was looking up at me.  He
too had a huge, face-cracking smile on him. "Hey,
stud.... "

We both laughed.  Then I whispered "Jeff, if this is
what it's like to be a fag, then count me in....  Your
ass is fifty times better than any of those
bitches...."

"Only fifty, Steve?"  He stopped smiling quite so much
then and looked a bit more serious.  "You don't think
this is wrong, do you, Steve?"

"Hey, buddy... You enjoyed it, didn't you?"  He
nodded.  "Not just enjoyed it?  I reckon from the way
you were shouting and hollering it was some of the
best sex you've ever had?"  He nodded again.  "Me too!
 So how on earth can something that causes two guys so
much pleasure possibly be wrong?"

"But Steve... We're guys...."

"So?  I reckon we've been missing out, buddy!  It felt
good on my dick, and your ass didn't seem to mind....
And I reckon the same is true when you fucked me."

He nodded, and I smiled at him again. "So if guys'
dicks like fucking ass, and guys' asses get a thrill
from taking a good fucking, what can possibly be
wrong? If you ask me we've been designed that way -
didn't they teach you anything in the marines about
male bonding?"

"Yes, they reckoned it was really important in the
platoon...."

"Well I reckon you and me have bonded better, and
closer, that you ever did to any of your marine
buddies!  It seems to me that us two lying here now,
like this, are as close as ever two guys ever get to
each other.... And, well for me, at least, it's kind
of nice....."

Jeff's head thrust up unexpectedly, and he planted a
quick kiss on my lips.  "Me too, Steve....."

I don't know what we'd have said next if at that
moment the door to our room hadn't opened and the boss
strode in.  He looked down at us, me still buried in
Jeff's ass and the two of us looking so happy and
totally relaxed.  "So, you two studs appear to have
discovered something about yourselves", he commented.
"I don't have to ask if you fucked Jeff, Steve - the
evidence seems pretty clear.  Now, come on, you
two.... We've got a bit of a drive, and it's the first
of our little exhibitions today.... You'd better get
Jeff cleaned up, Steve.... And wash your dick! "

It seemed odd to be standing there at the wash basin
casually washing my dick, and then going back with
some toilet tissue and wiping Jeff's ass - as I pried
his butt apart and saw his hole, now looking slightly
puffy from my ministrations, I couldn't help smiling.
If anyone had asked me in advance I'd have said that
wiping a guy's ass would have been utterly disgusting,
but somehow it now seemed exactly the right thing to
do, I was so close to Jeff..

We went to pull on our shorts and Ts, but the boss
stopped us.  "It occurs to me that at our
demonstration this afternoon Steve is going to get
fucked by you, Jeff... And it won't be very nice for
those elegant ladies if  when it's all over you stand
there waving that dick of yours around all coated in
Steve's crap - not only is it aesthetically
displeasing, but we have to think of the smell in the
drawing room.  So whilst you two were "'getting
properly acquainted', as we might say, I went over to
the drugstore and bought this....."

Well, it was an enema kit!  And perhaps to show that
he was still "top dog", Jeff seemed to take an almost
perverse delight in using it on me.  As the boss
watched with an amused expression on his face Jeff
ordered me around as if I was some sort of kid, making
me lie over the edge of the bathtub, slapping my butt
playfully as he said I wasn't relaxed as he greased
the nozzle and pushed it up into me, and so on.
Actually, what ought to have been a pretty humiliating
experience turned into almost a game for him and me,
and when I'd finally finished sitting on the lavatory,
blowing out the fourth washing, and Jeff had
pronounced it clear and the boss seemed happy, I
grabbed his arm.  "Your turn now, buddy...."

"Hell no, Steve!  Its you who's getting fucked this
afternoon...."

I looked at the boss.  "Well that's the plan, isn't
it?  But suppose those ladies take one look at that
muscular ass of yours, Jeff, and decide they'd like to
see me riding it?  I reckon it's best to be
prepared....."

I could see the boss smiling, and he added "In any
case, Jeff, it will be good practice for you - after
all, it's only a matter of time before we do a
'demonstration' where Steve si fucking you, as we
discussed - and it won't hurt you to get used to the
idea of being prepared...."

So we went through the whole thing again, and this
time I slapped Jeff's butt, just as he'd done mine,
even though there was no real need for it, as I
thought it helped him to understand that we were the
same:  two guys together, both equal.  And that it was
not about always having him in charge just because he
was a bit bigger, a bit older, a bit stronger, and an
ex-marine!

The boss was in a really good mood as we drove off,
and even stopped at a McDonalds so that Jeff and I
could have some breakfast as we'd missed it - and he
even allowed us to have a choice the free man's stuff,
too, and not the McChow  burgers!  He was laughing as
Jeff ate his ravenously, and commented that sex was
obviously good for him.  But even though we all set
out in a good mood, as we got closer and closer to the
house where I'd first been forced to fuck a really old
woman, and had been "nailed", the laughter and jokes
seemed to evaporate and a kind of almost sad silence
set in.

Finally the boss spoke.  "Look, these people are
paying me a big fee to see two handsome studs who look
as if they're enjoying life!  I don't want all this
gloom, and faces like wet weekends!  There's no
problem, is there?  You're used to Jeff's dick, aren't
you, Steve?  And you like fucking, don't you, Jeff? "

Jeff nodded, but I said "Yes, boss... But it's having
those people watching....."

"Oh don't be childish!  You've been watched lots of
times before.  Almost every studding...."

"But boss, when Jeff has fucked me before, it's been
kind of private.  And now all those bitches are going
to be watching....."

"Ladies, Steve!", the boss corrected.  " You will be
polite and respectful to the clients...."

"Sorry, boss.... But, as I was saying, having those
ladies all watching......."

"It's OK for me, boss", Jeff added, somewhat
unhelpfully.  "I've never been shy, as you know.  I've
never minded folk watching me at work.  And I don't
reckon it's any different for me, just because it's
Steve's ass and not some nigga's cunt...."

"And you will watch your language, too, Jeff!  I don't
think those ladies like the idea of you using the 'C'
word - it's considered offensive in many circles!"

"Yes, boss.  But, anyway, I reckon they want to see my
body, and they really want to see my butt thrusting
way, just  like they always do.  The fact that it's
young Steve here underneath, and not some slave
bitch...."

"You may be right, Jeff.  But I wonder.... As I said
earlier, I think they'll also be rather excited at the
prospect of  two handsome, virile men actually doing
it, rather than a male and a female slave.
But, in any event, at least at the start, I want to
see you both looking bright and cheerful!  And you,
Jeff, can look smiling and happy at the end, too.  But
I want to see you looking really pissed off, Steve -
ideally I'd like to see tears rolling don your cheeks
from where Jeff's huge cock has violated you, ravaged
you, really hurt you as it's forced its way into
you....  I want those ladies feeling really sorry for
young Steve....."

"I'm not sure I can, boss... When Jeff's dick goes
into me it's a pretty good feeling...."

"Well fake it!  Most of the ladies in the room will be
used to that, anyway."

We had to wait quite a long time after we'd arrived
there before they were ready for us.  The boss had me
lie in the back of the SUV as Jeff jerked me off and
hen slicked and stretched me, and then we both stood
there totally naked as he dished out absolutely brand
new sparkling white shorts and Ts to each of  us :  as
we finally went into the house and past a mirror in
the slave quarters positioned so that the household
slaves could keep a check on their appearance as they
went between the slave quarters and the "real" house,
I have to say that I thought we looked good:  two
almost perfect specimens of manhood: lean, virile,
fit, handsome, and, somehow, confident looking.

As we  were led in to the drawing room my first
impression was of the overpowering scent of heavy,
musky, expensive perfumes:  Jeff and I didn't use
anything, of course, and I suppose we were only used
to the strong natural scent of a male, but his was
almost overpowering.  And the noise was a shock, too -
a shrill, almost deafening chatter as the twelve or so
women all seemed to be talking to each other
simultaneously.  The boss led us into a small area
that had been cleared roughly in the centre of the
room, and it seemed that the couches and chairs had
been roughly arranged so that they were in a
semicircle around us.  We stood there, Jeff and me,
side by side, and waited.  Gradually the chatter
subsided and the beady eyes of he ladies seemed to
settle on us.  I felt myself starting to blush under
their intense scrutiny, and then, to my horror, that
familiar tightening sensation at the front of my
shorts as my dick began to stiffen.  Finally, as
silence fell, the hostess, the bitch who'd had us
nailed the last time, clapped her hands lightly and
said "Now, ladies, something a little different to
finish our lunch...."  She pointed at us and said
"This is Steve and Jeff..... Or Jeff and Steve....
You'll have no difficulty telling which is which, once
they're naked as they're well tattooed.... Well Jeff
and Steve are here to entertain us.  I can personally
vouch for both of these slaves as being excellent
studs...."

A little ripple of amusement went around the room as
she went on "...but it occurred to me that stud slaves
like this might also be a show together.... So I've
arranged this little exhibition....."

She stopped, and said casually "So, boys, why don't
you take those clothes off, so we can all take a
closer look at what we're about to enjoy....."

Look, I don't know what I was expecting, really!  I
suppose Id thought that there'd e a bed, or something,
and I'd lie on it, and Jeff would kind of cuddle up to
me, and it would be like when we'd been in bed
together, except for the audience.  But as we pulled
off our Ts and then pushed our shorts down over our
hips, it was clear that a little more was expected!
First, we had to walk around the women, so they could
take a good look at us:  so we made a slow progression
around the room - the boss instructed Jeff to start at
one end, and me at the other. The women took a keen
interest in our physiques, and I mean a really keen
interest!  Their fingers stroked my muscles, tweaked
my nipples and then, as they seemed to get bolder as
the time progressed, their fingers with their long
scarlet nails coiled around my dick, cupped my balls
,and generally did those kind of things to a guy that
only his girlfriend should do.  I saw Jeff flushing
with embarrassment as we crossed half way, and I
suppose I was doing the same.  I was going to protest
when the first woman told me to bend over in front of
her, but I saw the boss looking sternly at me and
finally thought "Oh well, why not?"

First her finger traced along the "S" on my butt and I
heard her talk to her companion about how essential a
slave brand was, as it finally brought home to
"criminals like this" that their life had changed for
ever.  Well, wild I might have been, but calling me a
criminal was bit much!  But then when she told me to
reach back and prise my butt apart, such a wave of
humiliation swept over me that I hesitated.... And at
once her shrill voice called out "Will someone
discipline this slave?", so, quickly, before the boss
took action, I did as I'd been told.

"Look at that!", she told her companion.  "I
understand that this young one is the one who's going
to get fucked.  So take a look at his pucker now.... I
expect it will be really different once that enormous
appendage of the other slave has been up there!  And I
 suppose they've shaved him down there - with all that
agreeable hair elsewhere on him,  I can't believe he
could be naturally smooth like that...."  He tone
changed, as she snapped "Are you shaved down here,
boy?"

"Yes, ma'am...", I managed to stutter, not sure that
my voice would reach  behind me.

"And the balls?"  She hardly waited for me to mutter
another "yes, ma'am", before she added to her friend
"This young slave is well hung, isn't he?  Look how
those big balls of his are filling his sac and
dangling there between his thighs.  I saw to of our
slaves fucking each other one day and it's really
interesting to see what happens when both of them are
well hung and low-hanging - the one on top's balls
kind of slap into the one underneath.... I suppose it
gives them some sort of perverse pleasure or
enjoyment...."

If I hadn't been blushing before, I was now.  I mean,
it was just as if I was some prize bull or ram or
something, being appraised by a farmer for my
sperm-producing ability.  But fortunately my shame did
at least mean that I wasn't even close to boning up,
so I should at least have been thankful for small
mercies.

Once everyone had finished really inspecting us it was
time for the "demonstration".  Jeff took charge -
well, he can be a  bit like that.... When he thinks
he's sure about what he's doing, and he's on safe
ground, he likes to make the running a bit.  He
grabbed hold of my biceps with one hand and began to
slap at my butt with the other - very loud "slap"
noises went around the room, and although it didn't
hurt at first as I thought Jeff was just being a bit
playful, you know how it is:  even gentle slaps on
your butt get painful if there are enough of them!  So
I tried to pull away, and that seemed to excite Jeff:
I felt his fingers grip my biceps really hard, and, if
anything, the next two slaps were even harder, and I
shouted out "Stop it, Jeff.... That hurts..."

I saw the women start to look really interested now,
and nod their heads as if in approval.  "Right, boy!
If you're tenderised a bit, let's get down to it" Jeff
called in reply.    I must say it hadn't occurred to
me how we were going to do it - there was, as I said,
no bed or anything - but Jeff almost threw me down
onto the floor before half leaping on me.  He
flattened me onto the thick pile of the carpet, and
then, before I could protest, had hauled my ass up
into the air whilst keeping one hand on the nape of my
neck - his fingers were really painful, and I began to
complain, and to struggle.

I know now that resisting Jeff when he's ready for sex
is not a sensible thing to do - well, I mean, when a
guy's ready to fuck, it's pretty primeval, isn't it?
I reckon a lot of stuff that bitches think of as rape
is only because they got the guy to think they were
ready for sex and then somehow changed their mind at
the last moment:  but by then the guy's all fired up,
isn't he?  Well, in much the same way I reckon Jeff's
basic instincts read my attempts to relieve the sheer
discomfort of his fingers as some sort of attempt on
my part to stop all of it and he probably couldn't
help reacting as he did:  two really hard, and I mean
really hard, slaps to my butt (which caused me to cry
out partly in shock, partly with the hurt, and partly
in alarm), and then, without any further
preliminaries, he thrust himself into me,

I say "thrust himself in to me" but, to be fair to
Jeff, I reckon it was only his dick head that thrust
so brutally through my sphincter, and even though it
had been stretched and lubed, the incredible sharp
pain that shot through me was enough to make me scream
out.  Jeff did slow then, but was absolutely intent on
getting his dick all the way in, in not allowing
anything to interfere with him skewering me on his
dick.  So although I cried out, it was perhaps only a
few seconds before I felt his hot, sweaty thighs up
against mine, and I knew he was buried deep inside me.
 "Right, boy.... Now for some serious fucking...", he
muttered in a tone that was quite unlike the Jeff I
usually knew, a tone that was harsh, and uncaring.

My cries ran around the room, in time with Jeff's
vigorous fucking.  But not for all that long - he
tired of taking me "doggy", and before I could resist,
had me lying on my side with him behind me, one leg in
the air, so he could get right into me from the side.
Am I the only one to find this particularly painful at
the best of times?    And then, just as my ragged
breathing was catching up and I was trying to shout
and fight him, he pulled out, flipped me over on to my
back, grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, pushing
them up towards my head, and a look of gloating
triumph on his face forced himself into me once more
in the classic "missionary" position.

Look, I know that two guys can prolong love making for
hours, almost.  But this wasn't love making  - this
was one guy fucking another: harsh, brutal fucking.
And Jeff was clearly so excited that it just couldn't
be sustained.  I don't know why he did it, but after a
really small number of strokes (thank God, as it was
really hurting now), he pulled out, carried on
kneeling between my outstretched legs, and shot a huge
load all along the length of my body.

There was total silence in the room then, broken only
by the sounds of our laboured breathing and my faint
whimpers as I struggled to get my body back under
control.  There was a little timid applause at first,
but then I heard the women begin to discuss what had
happened and gradually their tone got more and more
angry.   Finally I saw the hostess say something to
the boss, and he came over, took my hand, and helped
me get to my feet, leaving Jeff kneeling there.  Jeff
looked at the boss expectantly, as he thought he'd
done a good job, but the boss kind of ignored him.  I
was led over to the hostess, who had called to one of
her household slaves who was now holding a snowy-white
bathrobe, a bathrobe of such softness and luxury that
it was like nothing I had ever experienced, even
before I was a slave.  The household slave helped me
put it on, and I tied the belt loosely around the
waist, and then, to my astonishment, a couple of the
ladies came over, led me to one of the couches, and
sat me down between them.

They started to wipe the sweat off my face, and were
telling me that I was a brave boy, and that "that
brute of a slave deserves a whipping".  They were
joined by another of the ladies who was offering me a
chocolate from one of the piles lying around after
lunch on their silver trays, and I was almost enjoying
being pampered like this until I felt one of the
women's hands resting on my knee, and then gradually
start to make its way along my bare thigh.

"No, please....", I muttered feebly, but the woman
just made a kind of dismissive "shhh" noise, and began
to stroke my dick gently.  "You poor boy - you need
someone to take care of you after that.....", she
murmured.  Well, perhaps I did - but I didn't want
some old crone beginning to jerk me off, did I?

It was poor Jeff who was really taking it, though:  as
he knelt there the women walked past him and almost
without exception they bent slightly and slapped him
hard, across the face.  I thought for one dreadful
moment Jeff was going to retaliate, or even act
defiantly, but to my immense relief I saw him grasp
one hand with the other behind his back, and bow his
head as if in supplication as they continued to
mistreat him.

I could feel my dick  getting hard, and saw it peeping
out through the edges of my robe, and the women around
me began to smile.  "He's obviously not hurt badly",
one said, pointing at my dick head and shaft which
were dark against the snowy whiteness of the robe.
"Let's have him take his revenge on the other slave",
the second one suggested.  "We could have him cane the
bully, or..."

"....or have him do the same thing?", the third woman
asked brightly.  "What's sauce for the goose is sauce
for the gander, as my old granny used to say, and
looking at the state of this boy here I feel certain
that that bully of a slave would begin to regret what
he's done...."

I felt myself stiffen even more at the thought of Jeff
being made to accept my dick under these
circumstances, but, perhaps fortunately, at that
moment the hostess announced that it was time to agree
on the next meeting date.  The bright, animated
chatter broke out all over again, and I was left
sitting there, my erection subsiding, as Jeff remained
kneeling on the carpet.  It was just as if we had
never existed.

Not quite forgotten, though:  as the meeting broke up
and the women left, they came past me and did little
"cosseting" things to me - patting the short hair on
my head, or "chucking" my under the chin, or ear, just
as if I was a pet.  And they gave me money!  The first
lady gave me five new dollars*, tucking it into the
breast pocket of the luxurious robe, but the second
one, seeing this and obviously trying to outdo her,
gave me ten!  And by the time the last lady had left,
I actually had a couple of one hundred new dollar
notes.  Fuck me - I'd never had as much money as this
of my own before, and if I'd have known when I was a
student how easy it was to get money out of old women,
I might have had a different career!

Our hostess offered the use of the slave showers
before we left, and, very unusually as I suspected
she had not been down in the basement before,  she
stood there chatting to the boss as Jeff and I soaped
and washed each other as we always did, her eyes
seeming to glitter with excitement as she looked once
more at our bodies.  I heard her say to the boss that
it was a pity she had a dinner engagement that night,
or else she might have negotiated to hire us as we
were "such fun and such nice boys".  I'm sure I felt
Jeff shudder, as I did, when we heard this.

Once back in the  SUV Jeff said to the boss "Well,
pretty good, eh, boss?  A really good show for them!"

"The problem is, Jeff, that I'm not sure it was a show
for you!  Your treatment of Steve bordered on the
brutal.  I think you owe Steve a big apology...."

"It's OK, boss!", I cut in.  "Jeff was just a bit....
Well, playful, I suppose.  But he was excited, and you
know what happens when a guy is excited.... And,
anyway, I earned all this money... I've never had so
much of my own...."

"Well, Steve, I'm going to give you an opportunity to
be 'playful' with Jeff,  I think.  And hand over the
money - a slave has no money of his own, it's all his
owner's."

"Boss, that's unfair.... I earned it... It was my ass
that was reamed, that's still fucking sore...."

The boss smiled.  "Ah,  Steve - as ever, trying to
argue with me.... Will you never learn?  I'll forgive
you the beating you deserve, but hand the money over,
and hand it over now."

Well, what could I do?  I suppose he was right.

End Of Part Eight

* Readers are reminded that after the hyperinflation
following the oil crisis of the early part of the
century, the dollar had to be replaced by new dollars
in an effort to get the economy moving once more.  It
is difficult to provide exact exchange rates for
dollars to new dollars as once the inflation passed
one thousand percent, such comparisons become
meaningless.