Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2007 23:14:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Stud, Part Nine

YOUNG  STUD

By Pete Brown   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part  Nine

That night the boss was in a very good mood - well,
the tips I'd earned turned out to be almost as much as
the hiring fee for the demonstration (which was in
itself a lot more than a simple studding fee), so he
had made an exceptional profit on the day.  He took us
out for a really nice dinner and in addition to our
usual steak, he even let us have a baked potato,
something which was a rare treat as he was always
concerned about the possibility of us losing our hard,
sleek bodies by acquiring even a little fat.  And,
what's more, he let us each have a glass of red wine -
 although only the house red, unlike the half bottle
of fine Burgundy he selected for himself.  He saw me
looking, and smiled "Look at this way, Steve, any wine
is a treat for you, right?  And you suburban boys and
marines never had a proper appreciation of fine wine
anyway, so there's no point in wasting money on you."
As usual of course, he was right, but it didn't make
me feel any better to know that I was considered to be
so inferior.

By the time we got back to out motel, though, both
Jeff and I were mildly, very mildly, drunk.  When
you're not used to wine, or alcohol of any kind, even
one glass (well, one big glass, admittedly) can have
quite an effect.  The boss's good mood continued as
well, and after Jeff and I had both worked on his
dick, he put one hand on each of our heads as we knelt
there licking our lips to clear away the taste of his
cum, and told us how pleased he was with us.  "So
pleased, in fact", he continued, "That I've decided
that it's not fair to keep you boys deprived of sex.
I think I can trust you to do the right thing now -
you know that if you're 'working' the next day it's
not wise to blow your load the night before as the
clients like to see a good volume of cum.  But
otherwise you two boys can do what you like - jerk
off, fuck each other, whatever:  you're grown men,
after all, and old enough to know what you like and to
decide what you want to do.  So the old prohibition
about not jerking off without permission is
rescinded."

With that, he let go of our heads, smiled, and said
"So off you go to bed - the only other thing I want
you to do is to be quiet about what you're doing:  I
don't mind a bit of laughing and grunting for the
first few minutes, but I don't want it to go on all
night, disturbing my sleep, OK?"

Jeff grinned and said "Sure, boss!", and we both got
up and climbed into our bed.  I was strangely excited,
and my dick was already rock hard as I thought I'd
fuck Jeff - after all, he'd fucked me, hard, that
afternoon, and so it was my turn now.  But the moment
we were together and the boss had turned out the
light, he reached over and grabbed me, began to kiss
me passionately, took my dick in his hand and began to
jerk me off!

"Hey, cut that out....", I gasped.

"Don't be so stupid, Steve:  you need lubing...."

"No way!", I hissed back.  "You're not going to fuck
me again today...."

"Hey, little buddy, I'm a stud, remember.... That's
what I do."

"No, Jeff!  It's my turn now...."

"This isn't something you take turns at, Steve!  I'm a
stud, and I do the fucking...."

He began to jerk me off and I started to struggle and
to try to stop him, and I guess we were making rather
a lot of noise as the bed was creaking and groaning as
the two of us tussled around.  Then the light went on,
and the boss snapped "What the fuck is going on?  I
told you I expected you to be quiet...."

"Yes, boss, sorry, boss....", Jeff rapped promptly.
"It's Steve, misbehaving.  But he'll be quiet from now
on, won't you, buddy?"

"Fuck you, Jeff!  No way are you going to....."

"Be quiet, Steve!", the boss snapped.  "I won't
tolerate you two arguing.  Now, if you can't be
sensible about this, and act like the grown men I gave
you the credit earlier for being, then we'll go back
to the old way and there'll be no sex at all without
my permission!"  With that he turned out the light
again. It was so bloody unfair - he hadn't even
listened to what I was going to say.

But Jeff and I were there together, and I wondered
what was going to happen next.  Our hard bodies were
braced against each other, as if we were engaged in a
silent struggle for supremacy, and then Jeff's hand
was on my dick again.  I went to protest but his other
hand went over my mouth and he kind of rolled on top
of me, almost knocking the air out of me.   "Shut the
fuck up, Steve!", he whispered, his lips close to my
ear.  "Shut the fuck up.... You heard the boss, he
wants us to be quiet...."

I tried to say something, but with his hand over my
mouth and with me gasping for breath, I couldn't.  He
carried on jerking me, though, and I couldn't help it
- I had been so ready to fuck him that my body was
kind of primed for sex, and having Jeff's strong hand
gripping my dick and stroking it - stroking it hard,
so that every time his thumb and finger bumped into
the flange of my dick head I almost winced - I soon
shot my load.  Jeff didn't bother to lube and stretch
me as we lay there together, and he moved his grip so
that he had my hands pinioned above my head so that I
was at such a mechanical disadvantage that I couldn't
stop him, and he simply coated his dick with my cum,
then began nudging at my asshole for entry.

My asshole was still sore from the battering it had
received earlier that day, but it seemed to be ready
for Jeff, as to my surprise I felt him slide almost
effortlessly into me.  Then it was almost as if
someone had thrown a switch and a quite different Jeff
took over - buried in me, he didn't immediately start
to fuck but instead let go of my hands, and pushed his
face into my shoulder and began to nuzzle and lick me,
nipping at my neck, then playfully biting my earlobe,
all the time moving his hips slightly so that his dick
stirred around just a little, sending shivers of
erotic excitement through me.  As if my body knew what
it wanted to do, even if my brain didn't, my arms went
around his powerful shoulders and my legs came up and
sort of curled around his butt:  it was as if I was
trying to pull him even further down into me, or
trying to ensure that he did not pull out.  His
nuzzling and nipping changed into a deep, deep kiss as
his tongue plunged remorselessly in and out of my
mouth, and I responded in kind, attempting to grab his
lower lip with my teeth, and forcing my own tongue
deep into him.

I don't know how long we went on like that before he
moved his head again, put his lips to my ear and
whispered oh so gently "Ready now, Steve?  I can't
hold it much longer?"

I didn't have to reply - I think my body was sending
him the message.  With Jeff still buried inside me we
somehow managed to manoeuvre ourselves so that I was
lying flat on my belly and Jeff's big body was all
over me, all around me, enfolding me, keeping me safe.
 Then very slowly, very gently, taking infinite care
not to crush me or hurt me, Jeff began to fuck me.  It
was the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced, I
think, as he used his big, powerful body to be almost
excessively tender.  And when he did cum, which was
such a short time when for once I'd wanted it to go on
for ever, he continued to keep his dick in me and lie
on me.  Once more his lips came to my ear, and after
nuzzling and licking me a bit, he whispered "I
remembered that you liked it when I fucked you like
this last time, so I did it again.  Are you OK,
buddy?"

All I could do was give a sigh of utter contentment,
and we continued to lie like that for some time -
although of course Jeff had to pull out eventually as
we needed to sleep:  but even so, we slept wrapped
together, our arms and legs in a sensuous tangle as
our sweat and cum covered bodies pressed as close
together as two bodies can.

The next morning the boss said that we didn't have to
move on immediately, so before breakfast he drove Jeff
and I a measured eight miles from the motel and told
us that breakfast would be waiting when we got back.
As we jogged along the highway I turned to Jeff "What
the fuck was all that about last night?"

In spite of our efforts at running - I said jog, I
know, but we actually ran quite hard -  that
characteristic lazy grin spread over Jeff's face.  "I
thought that was a pretty good fuck, actually..."

"Jeff, it was.  But it was my turn.  And when you
started off, it was going to be another one of those
rough ones...."

I saw the smile fade.  "OK.... Yes, I guess....
Sorry."

"Is that all you've got to say?  Sorry?  Come on,
Jeff, you were going to rape me again, like you did in
the afternoon."

We ran on in silence, and I could see a pained
expression on Jeff's face, the pain not coming from
our exertions at running.  "Steve, I've said I'm
sorry, OK?"

"No, you bastard, it isn't OK!"

Jeff stopped - something he never did when he was
running, as he prided himself on being able to run
eight miles non-stop at a good pace.  "Steve, look....
I don't know how to say this....."

He looked really miserable, and was shifting his
weight from foot to foot, as if trying to find the
right words.  I felt for him - seeing him struggling
like that reminded me about what the boss had said
about Jeff being big and powerful on the outside, but
kind of vulnerable inside as he wasn't always that
bright.  So I put my hand on his shoulder and looked
him straight in the eye.  "Come on, Jeff - you can
tell me.  We're buddies, right?  I'm your best buddy -
you told me that - better than any of the guys in the
marines..."

"You don't understand, Steve..."

"Well I never will, either, unless you try and tell
me, will I, Jeff?  Come on.... Spit it out...."

And then it was as if a dam had burst.  "Yesterday
afternoon, in font of those bitches... I didn't want
to hurt you... But once I got started, it seemed so
right.  My dick knew what it was doing when I reamed
our ass... It was better than any fuck I've ever had
before.... I couldn't stop - no, I didn't want to
stop... I wanted to fuck you, fuck you hard, as hard
as ever anyone has ever fucked before.  I'm a stud,
Steve, a real man, and that's what men do when they
fuck other men - they fuck them hard, show them who's
in control.... You were powerless, Steve, in spite of
being fit and strong - once I'd started, I knew I was
in charge, I knew you couldn't prevent me from having
my way...."

He stopped then, and took a deep breath.  "It was
fantastic, Steve.  But I'm a guy, and I'm not meant to
like fucking other guys, and I'd just done something
that was better than any of the bitches I've ever
had....  And last night, when the boss said we could
have sex, I wanted to do it again - no, I needed to do
it again!  And when you protested, it made it better -
it was more exciting, more fun.... When I had you
helpless, with your hands pinioned over your head and
me jerking you off, I was in control of you, Steve!  I
made you cum, even though you had wanted to fuck
me....  And I knew I could force my dick into you and
fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, and you couldn't
prevent me.... And it felt great."

He stopped again, and now he looked totally confused.
And his rushing, confident words turned to slow,
halting phrases.  "But then... Then.... Something
happened.... I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to.... And
you saw what happened - I began to make love to you,
Steve, rather than just fuck you as a real man would
have done .... I've never done that to a guy before...
 Not done it to many bitches, actually....  To a
girlfriend in high school once, I think.... And to
someone I might have taken up with if she hadn't said
she didn't like what marines stood for, once we'd been
together once or twice....  And now here I was, kind
of making out with you... And you liked it, Steve...
And I liked you liking it..... And  I wanted to please
you, Steve, you know... Like lovers do..... So I
fucked you slow and gentle, as you said you liked..."

He stopped again.  I  smiled at him.  "Jeff, that was
beautiful...."

His eyes blazed with anger.  "No it wasn't!  I'm a
stud, Steve.  I fuck bitches.  And if ordered to, I
fuck guys, I suppose.  I don't make love to guys,
Steve... And I'm not meant to like it!"

As he said that, before I could respond, Jeff ran off
at a very fast pace, and all I could do was run after
him.

As we sat over breakfast and Jeff only toyed with his
food instead of wolfing it down as he usually did (we
worked hard, as I've told you, and really burned up
the calories and the boss tended to keep us a little
underfed so we were always hungry and ready to eat),
the boss looked at him.  "Are you OK, Jeff?  Not
sickening for something, are you?"

Jeff's head was right down, staring at his plate, and
not the boss.  "No, I'm fine."

The boss looked at me.  "What's the matter with Jeff?"

"Nothing I know of, boss.  He was fine on the run....
Usual pace...."

The boss sat there for a moment then said sternly
"Look at me, both of you!  You're supposed to be grown
men, mature, sensible.... I thought I could trust you
with sex.  And now here you are, the first morning
after, and you've had a lovers' tiff!"

I saw Jeff almost wince at the word "lover".  "No,
boss", I protested.  "Nothing like that...."

The boss stared at me.  "I'm not certain you're being
truthful, Steve.  But I'll let it go for now.  But you
two need to sort this out - I won't have my slaves
being sullen:  it's bad for business."

As the boss paid the bill Jeff and I walked out to the
SUV together.  "Jeff, it's OK...."

"No it's not, Steve!  I can't 'make love' to another
guy...."

"I'm not 'another guy'.  I'm your best buddy,
remember?"

"I can't, Steve... It's not right...."

"Jeff, the last time we talked about this it was about
how good a dick feels in an asshole, and how something
that caused so much enjoyment couldn't be bad, right?"

"Yes..."

"Well this is just the same.  How can something that
makes you feel so good at the time be wrong, Jeff?
Come on, Jeff - it's OK!  You're not going to have to
keep telling me you love me, not going to have to buy
me flowers and stuff, or take me to dinner, or any of
that crap.... We're best buddies - and now we're
absolutely the closest, the best, there's ever been.
You can just love me, Jeff, without doing all the
stupid stuff that tells everyone else about it - it's
good enough that I know it."

Jeff looked at me, uncertainly.  I struck home.
"Jeff, you really are thick sometimes:  don't you know
that I've felt the same way about you for ages?  But I
never needed to say, did I?  Never needed to blurt it
out, or worry about it?  It's just perfectly natural -
two guys like us.... Well, of course we love each
other.  And that's all there is to it."

Jeff's mood seemed to lighten.  "But the sex...."

"Jeff, listen to me:  of course we have sex, as we're
the boss's slaves, and if he books a studding, or a
'demonstration', then we're going to have to perform.
But when we're together.... Just you and me.... Well,
now we know how we feel, we can work something out,
can't we?"

"But I don't want you to fuck me, Steve...."

"Jeff, you didn't think you'd enjoy fucking me gently,
until you tried it.  So let's not be judgmental - give
me a chance to show you what I can do."

We might have gone on talking about this but the boss
came up and ordered us into the SUV.

The boss had got a studding arranged for that
afternoon, though, and, as usual, they wanted Jeff to
do it.  Frankly I was getting a bit pissed off by
never seeming to get a bitch to fuck these days, but
the boss had explained that with the current lack of
opportunities owners were "playing safe" and a very
fair stud like Jeff was considered a better bet than
one who was darker, like me.  There was one good thing
about this, though:  the thought of it got Jeff back
into his normal happy mood, and later that day, after
what looked like an epic session, he was very pleased
indeed.

As we drove away from that studding, though, little
did we know what trouble lay ahead!  We checked into a
motel much as usual, and even had an early dinner.
But the boss said we were to really clean ourselves -
by which he meant use the enema kit - as we had a late
night engagement.  Jeff and I were both surprised as
usually the rich folk didn't want to see us at work
late in the evening, but as we drove downtown, and
then into the "red light" area, I began to get my
suspicions.

The boss parked in a rear alley and took us in through
the back door of somewhere - somewhere we soon
realised was one of those places that calls itself a
bar but which is really a quasi-club:  lots of room to
drink, but a small stage at one end, and a dance floor
in the middle.  As we made our way across the place -
which was quite full - it became absolutely apparent
that this was a gay bar, as all the customers were
guys.  It seemed to cater for mostly a younger crowd,
and I reckon most of them were under thirty, and
although there were a lot standing around drinking and
chatting, the dance floor was quite full as the
fit-looking guys worked off their steam to heavy rock
music.

The boss led us up a small stairway at the side, and
we went into the office of the bar's owner (or
manager?).  He and the boss had obviously met before,
as after the usual introductory chit-chat, the boss
got straight down to business.  "So these are the two
slaves who you've hired for tonight's little
'demonstration' - do you want to inspect them?"

The owner nodded, and the boss turned to us and told
us to get naked.  I didn't think there was a problem,
as, after all, the boss had seen us naked hundreds and
hundreds of times, and there was only this one other
guy there, but I could see Jeff looking distinctly
uneasy as he peeled off his T, and he almost hesitated
before letting his shorts drop to the floor.

The boss told us to turn around so that the owner
could look at our rears, and we heard th owner say
"Nice, very nice indeed", to the boss, adding "You
must have them exercise a lot to have muscular butts
like that."

"Oh yes, I get them to run, and work out....  But now
you've seen them, which....."

"Let me take a closer look", the owner replied, and a
few seconds later I felt his hands running over my
body from the shoulders, down my spine, to grasp and
test the musculature of my butt - his fingers probed
in my deep muscle, as he tried to take a handful of
it.  I hate this stuff, actually:  it's one thing to
have a guy like Jeff feel your body when you're in bed
together, but being "inspected" like this makes me
feel as if I'm some sort of prize animal.  And I knew
Jeff hates it, too, and, indeed, when the club owner
moved on to feel Jeff, he had to say "Easy, boy!
Stand still!", and  I could imagine that Jeff had been
moving in some way.  The owner then had us turn
around, and once again his hands were all over me - he
had one of those big ornate class rings on his hand, I
remember, and I had to stand there as he pinched my
nip (yes, I squirmed, which made him smile), then run
his hand over my belly, and finally grip my dick, and
do that kind of "weighting" thing that guys do to your
balls when they want to test how full they are.  He
did the same thing to Jeff then, and although I knew I
had to stand still and keep facing forwards as the
boss liked us to be immobile when we were being
inspected, I couldn't help glancing sideways at Jeff -
he seemed to be seething with inner anger as the owner
toyed with his balls, and, honestly, I couldn't
imagine why:  after all, those who employed us to stud
often did this, and most times afterwards Jeff would
brag to me about how he reckoned the client had been
envious of Jeff's endowment.

Finally it was over though, and the owner turned to
the boss.  "When we talked I was in agreement with you
about how exciting it would be for most of the guys
out there to see a younger guy fuck a bigger, heavier,
older hunk.  But when I saw them both stripped I began
to have my doubts, as your older one is so spectacular
that I think everyone would want to see him fuck.  So
I was going to tell you that I wanted him to fuck the
younger guy, and fuck him hard.... Until I felt his
balls.  It seems to me that although his eggs are a
good size and hang nice and low, there's not a whole
lot of fluid in there...."

"Probably not", the boss cut in.  "On the way here he
studded some bitch for another client, and he's
probably still recovering.  But that won't stop Jeff
here - he always manages to climax...."

"Well I'm thinking more about my customers - they like
to see a good lot of cum, not some miserable
drizzle..... The younger one's balls feel as if
they're about to burst, and as I handled his dick
there was, I thought, a drop of pre-cum starting to
ooze out.... Look, now....."

Both men turned their eyes to me, and I just knew
there'd be one of those small droplets of pre-cum
hanging out of my piss slit:  I can't help it - it
happens whenever someone strokes my dick.

"So I reckon...", the owner continued, "..that we'll
stick to the original plan, and have the young one
fuck the old one."  He looked at the boss and asked
"May I....?", and on getting a nod from the boss
turned to me and went on "So, boy, this is what I
want:  a good hard fuck of your buddy there - and I
mean hard:  my customers here want to see men really
giving and taking it.  It's not to be a 'quickie',
either:  they want to see lots of positions.... Doggy,
on the side, missionary....  And when you do begin to
cum, you pull out and squirt it all over your buddy -
preferably on his belly, or back, or even all over his
face.  But once you've done that, before your dick
shrivels back to normal, and whilst the after shocks
are still trickling out, you go back up his ass as the
customers like to know it's a real bareback fuck and
your semen is right inside him.  OK?"

"Yes, sir.", I muttered, even though I hated being
given instructions like this.  I mean, it's not right,
is it, having third guy telling you how to fuck?
That ought to be something between the two of you
involved.  Still, that's what life is like as a slave,
I suppose.

"And you....", the owner went on, looking at Jeff now.
 "Lots of moaning, lots of shouting... The customers
want to know you are hurting, just a bit."

Jeff just stood there, saying nothing, and I could see
the boss starting to glare at him.

"...And both of you", the owner finished, "...at the
end.... The younger one stands up and acknowledges the
applause, and the older one kneels at his side, so as
not to obscure the view, and cleans his cock up.  Is
that clear?"

"Yes, sir", I muttered again, and still Jeff did not
say anything.

The boss and the owner then started talking about
money and payment and so on, and Jeff and I were told
to get dressed - not that that's a long job when
you're only in slave shorts and a T to begin with.  I
looked at Jeff and whispered "It will be all right....
Look, I hoped I'd get to fuck you gently, in
private.... But we've got to do this.... Hang in
there, buddy."

"Steve, I can't... Not in front of all those guys...."

"Jeff, we've been through all this!  You know we have
to!  Don't you remember what we talked about? There's
nothing to be afraid of.... And it won't hurt, or, if
it does, it's that special kind of pain that actually
makes you feel good.... And, before you say it, no one
will think you're a fag - or, of they do, what does it
matter?  Haven't you studded a bitch this afternoon,
which is more than most of them out there have ever
done?  So let's be sensible, Jeff... We can get
through this, together...."

The owner had us wait in his office for quite a time,
and I was really worried as Jeff just sat there with
his head in his hands, and refused to speak to me.
Then when the boss came in and told us it was "fifteen
minutes to show time" and handed us a tube of lube as
he said that Jeff had better keep his cum "just in
case" there was an opportunity to use it, and that I
should lube and stretch Jeff, Jeff burst out  "No,
please, boss...."

The boss, instead of being angry, put his arm around
Jeff's shoulders and said quietly to him "Jeff, you
and I, and Steve, have all talked about this.  It's no
big deal....  And there's no choice:  if I want to
keep you, you've got to earn, and currently there's
just not enough money in studding so these little
demonstrations are really important.  I don't want to
have to sell you, Jeff, and I'm sure you don't want to
go down the mines, or something.... So this is it from
now on."

Jeff just stood there, saying nothing, and the boss
added "But in any case we're contracted to do this.
So do it you will, Jeff.  Now, I want no more
nonsense."

Well Jeff kind of co-operated as I lubed him - he took
his shorts off and lay on the desk as I began to work
on his ass, but he looked the very picture of misery
as he sprawled there, minimally helpful, with one arm
thrown across his eyes as if he was in despair.  We
did get on to the tiny stage, though - to tell you the
truth I was quite looking forward to it, as I wanted
to fuck Jeff, even though these were not ideal
conditions.  But Jeff was hanging back, and his very
body language shrieked reluctance, fear, and shame.

I reckon it was what the audience wanted to see - they
really tuned in to Jeff's discomfort as we stood there
and the owner announced us.  And when I stripped
quickly and easily, and walked around the front of the
stage stroking my dick to an enormous erection, they
saw that Jeff was still standing there, clothed, his
head bowed as if in submission.  I walked over to him,
my dick bobbing and waving, eliciting some cheers from
the audience, and when he made no response to my
hissed "Get your T off....", I stood there and pulled
it up and over his head myself.  The audience seemed
to like this a lot, so to try to make Jeff fell a bit
more comfortable I let one hand stray over his pecs,
and even massaged his nips again, whilst with the
other I toyed with my dick.

The watching guys really liked this, but as it was
clear that there was not going to be any assistance
from Jeff, I knelt on one knee in front of him and
pulled his shorts down, then gently tapped at his
knees in turn to get him to lift his feet so that I
could pull them out and toss them to one side.  When I
saw him standing there somehow pathetic in his
nakedness, I wanted him more than ever.  Added to my
desire to fuck him,  I now wanted to help him, to make
it easy for him, to "take care" of him as the boss had
so often told me I needed to.   I knew he was
struggling to control himself, and, being Jeff,
couldn't see that this was the right thing for us to
be doing.... So he needed me to show him the way.

My dick was actually painful now, it was so hard.  And
I knew I was leaking pre-cum as when I reached across
Jeff's body to caress his other pec, my dick slid
across his thigh and I could see a faint slime of it
left where my dick head had touched him, as it
glistened under the stage lights.

There was a strange mood in the audience, which was
communicating itself to us.  Some of them, those at
the back, were raucous, calling out "Get fucking on
with it!" And stuff like that, whereas those at the
front were strangely silent, and yet were craning
forward as if they were becoming totally involved in
whatever was going to happen between the two big men
standing there in front of them.

Turning my head so that the crowd couldn't see, and
starting to stroke Jeff's dick so that he was erect
and ready, I whispered "Come on, Jeff, buddy.... You
know we've got to do this...."

As if he was in a trance, Jeff seemed to become
curiously detached from what was going on.  I
"controlled" his body over the fucking horse that had
been standing at the rear of the small stage, having
first dragged it to the front.  Then, remembering the
power of even a single hand to exert "control" over
another man, even though the physical effect was
negligible, I put one hand on his neck to hold him
down as the other spread his lovely firm muscular
buttocks apart.

Look, I'd like to tell you that this was a calm,
controlled, slow, loving encounter.   But the fact is
that however good my intentions, there's something in
a man that means that when he knows a lot of other
guys are watching and evaluating his performance, he
just has to perform "strongly".  Perhaps that's why
Jeff had been so tough on me in front of those bitches
- who knows?  Anyway, even though I forced my way into
him as gently as I could, once I saw all his muscles
knotting as I tried to get further in, and noticing
how his fingers were alternatively clenched, and
scrabbling futilely around on the legs of the horse, I
just couldn't stop myself.  Within a few seconds I was
fucking him hard, really hard - pulling out almost to
the maximum, and then slamming back so that my thighs
"slapped" against his butt.  I was aware of Jeff's
struggles, of his cries of distress, but I didn't
care:  it was something going on in the background,
whereas I was totally obsessed with the incredible
sensations in my dick and balls as I slammed in and
out of his body.

The audience was almost totally silent as they saw
this happening, and when I pulled out and roughly
forced Jeff onto his hands and knees on the floor,
there was a faint cheering.  Jeff was shouting and
complaining as I fucked him on his side, but it was as
if he'd given up struggling physically and was somehow
resigned to his fate. When I finally flipped him onto
his back and leaned my full weight onto his legs which
I had pushed up towards his head so that I could get
into him as deep as possible, there was a palpable
feeling of desire coming from the guys watching.

I could have fucked him for ever, I think.  But it
wasn't up to "me", as my body took over - all too soon
I felt that inevitable feeling of being about to
shoot, and I remembered what the boss had said and
pulled out, grabbed my dick, and directed the eruption
of cum all along Jeff's body.

I knelt there for a few moments, almost acknowledging
the cheers of the crowd.  But then I saw that Jeff was
lying still and silent now, and, purely on impulse, I
leaned forward, heedless of the fact that my cum was
being smeared all over me from his body, and kissed
him.  I felt my heart was going to break as I saw that
there were tears streaming down Jeff's cheeks, and
instinctively I knew that this would be more shaming
to him than the thought of having been fucked in front
of an audience.  So, shielding him with my body, I
gently lapped at them, tasting their wonderful
saltiness, as I whispered "It's OK, Jeff, it's over
now.... Come on, buddy... Show these voyeurs that
you're a tough guy and can take it, and it's them who
are weak as they have to watch it, rather than doing
it....."

I got to my feet then, and went to help Jeff to his.
But then I remembered what the boss had said, and as
Jeff struggled to stand, I put a hand on his shoulder
and almost forced him to his knees in front of me.  I
put my hand around his head, and began to guide it
towards my cock, glistening there in the lights with
my cum and Jeff's sweat.  "You know what the boss
ordered, Jeff", I said in a low voice, urgently.
"Clean me up...."

As Jeff pressed his face into my crotch and began to
suck my dick, a huge wave of spontaneous cheering and
applause rolled over us from the watching men.  I
stood there, and felt the power flowing through me as
this strong, virile man knelt in front of me and
submissively carried out the last part of my rape of
him.

End Of Part Nine