Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 08:37:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Willing Slave, Parts 19&20

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 19

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Shortly after we'd had sex the bus stopped, and Darren
and I had to struggle to get our clothes on as the
door to our compartment was opened and a
representative of Universal Slave Services.

"OK you guys - we stop here for an hour so the
passengers can have a break, and a meal.  You guys
have got all the slave chow you need in there, haven't
you?"

"Sir, yes, sir." We chorused.

"OK - you can get out and stretch your legs.  And
there's a slave shitter and showers in the slave
ablutions block behind the restrooms for free men.  Be
sure you're back at the bus in good time, though, as I
want to get you checked in before I load the
passengers.  So back here in no longer than fifty
minutes, understood?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

I suppose it's a measure of how well slavery is
accepted in our society that they didn't see any
problem in letting Darren and me roam around the rest
area in the middle of the night.  There was no thought
that we might escape or anything, as slaves just
didn't do that.

We looked in through the windows of the restaurant and
saw the free men and women eating and drinking coffee,
and made our way around to the slave block for a shit.
 I guess it was pretty normal for a communal slave
facility - just a bare tiled room with four lavatory
bowls on one wall, and a set of shower heads on the
other.  Darren and I sat on adjacent lavatories and I
was really glad to get rid of a big load of crap that
had been building up, and we decided it would be good
to shower before we got back on the bus.

We slipped our Ts and shorts off and hung them on
hooks by the door, then went and stood under one of
the shower heads.  It was good to be showering with
another guy again after all those days when my fellow
slaves had shunned me, and there was a new dimension
to it now - as I slid my soapy hand all over Darren's
body there was a tingle of sexual excitement to it:
this was a body I'd fucked, and one that had explored
and frolicked with me.  And, as I might have expected,
Darren was adventurous and playful:  he didn't just
want to soap my ass crack, but he began to tickle my
hole and try to push his finger up it as we stood
there under the warm water.

Four slaves came in as we were showering - they were
all wearing identical Ts and shorts in a neat blue
colour with the arm and leg edges trimmed with yellow
- very Monet!  They waved at us as they went to crap,
and as they sat there they seemed to be paying a lot
of interest in us - well, I suppose we did look a bit
of an unusual pair to be showering together:  I was
big, muscular, heavily tanned from my outdoor life,
and tattooed;  Darren was shorter than me, slightly
built, and his body was  very white - being blond, he
kept out of the sun.  I guess it showed how my
education was continuing as I didn't feel at all
embarrassed as I continued to soap Darren and he
continued to soap me in that very intimate way.  I
didn't even blush when he bent down and kissed my dick
after we'd washed the soap off, even though the four
watching slaves cheered!

We finished showering and they finished crapping, and
we all went outside and stood around.  They asked us
what we were doing, then they saw our collars with the
routing tags and said "Oh, just slaves in transit."

"So what about you guys?", Darren asked.

"Oh we live on the road.", one of them told us.  "We
don't have any permanent base.  We're owned by a
freight company, and we live in one of the big
twenty-four wheeler cross-continent freight trucks.
There aren't many of them now as fuel is so expensive
and we only carry very high value goods.  The company
can't afford any delays in loading and unloading, so
the easiest solution is to have us live in the truck,
then when it arrives anywhere, we can spring into
action and unload it."

"You mean you're constantly travelling?  You never
stop?", I asked

"Yup!  Only for the odd half hour like this, whilst
our driver goes in to get something to eat.  He's a
free man, of course."

"God, that's terrible!"

"Why?  Actually, we all like the life - some slaves
have a far worse time of it.  We get to see new
places, meet new people.  If we'd arrived here and
either of you was alone we'd have offered to fuck with
you... But you two are so obviously together!  Still,
there'll be other guys further on down the road.  And
we've always got each other."

"Yes, and the driver!", one of his mates added, and
they all laughed.

"But how do you manage?  Stuck on the truck all the
time...?"

"Hey, it's easy!  How much space do four slaves really
need?  We've got a little hutch thing behind the cab,
about six feet by four, where we can sleep.  It's
tight, but, well, you know, we're all VERY good
friends!"

"Yes... And usually there's only three of us in there
anyway as the driver likes to have one of us sleep
with him when he's having an overnight stop", the
second one added.

"And we shit and shower at the rest stops, and the
remainder of the time we sit next to the driver and
just watch the world go by.  It's pretty hard work
when we're loading and unloading, but the rest of the
time it's great...."

We'd have gone on talking, but the sound of a truck
horn split the air.

"See you around, guys, have fun....  That's the
driver, telling us it's time to hit the road...."

The four men sprinted away across the tarmac, and
Darren and I walked back towards the bus. I wondered
what it would be like to be one of those four slaves,
constantly ranging the roads of our country and never
actually having a fixed place to live.  It must give
you a very different attitude to life, I thought. I
know most slaves don't own much, but when you're in
one owner's place, you do tend to collect a few
personal things around you - you have your own bed, or
a favourite T that your owner lets you wear all the
time, or something.  These guys must be completely
without roots, with absolutely nothing to cling to
except their life as a slave and the work they did.
And then it occurred to me that at least they had
themselves, the four of them, who were obviously very
close.  Probably they made up for the lack of
stability in their lives by being really close to
their mates, I thought, and I began to get rather
envious of them all bedding down in that tiny cramped
space together every night.... They must know their
fellow slaves in ways that I found it difficult to
imagine.  I mentioned this to Darren, and he rubbished
my thoughts.

"Hey, they're slaves. You can get as close as you like
to another slave even if you're in the same place for
your whole life."

"Well, you may be right Darren", I told him.  "But the
only problem I can see with it is that being always on
the move like that you'd have no chance for proper
exercise..."

"Yes, but you like running and so on - look at your
body! So it wouldn't suit you.  But those guys looked
pretty fit, and I'd imagine that loading and unloading
all the stuff from a big truck wouldn't actually be
all that easy - especially if they're under time
pressure.  Still, I wouldn't mind sitting around most
of the time.... and spending all your nights with
three other slaves in that tiny space... Sounds fun to
me!"

We got back on to bus, and settled down again.  The
USS representative poked his head in to see that we
were there, and we were soon rolling again.  Darren
immediately took his T and shorts off, and sat there
looking at me, so I did the same.   He came and sat
next to me, and put his arm around me, and for a time
we just sat there enjoying each other's presence.

As we sped on through the night Darren gradually
snuggled his youthful body against my hard mature one,
and fell into a light sleep.  It was harder for me to
do so as I was wide awake wondering about what I'd
learned - here was a young lad who really liked to
take control, and who was completely unashamed and
unabashed about his body and about having sex.  I'd
always supposed, I guess, that guys "in charge" would
be big, tough blokes like me, or, of course, owners.
But he'd almost ordered me to do what he wanted, and
he was only a slip of a lad.  It was strange, too,
that he'd ridden my dick like that, and then wanted to
fuck my ass - could it be that some guys liked sex so
much that they take dick, as well as give it?

I was getting confused, and I kept turning these
things over in my head.  I suppose I'd have gone on
all night, except that Darren was obviously having a
dream - he started to make little unintelligible
noises, with the odd word thrown in, one of his hands
that had been resting lightly on my pec was flexing
and almost kneading me, and his dick, which had just
been lying flaccid on my belly, started to sport an
erection.   I just couldn't resist it - very gently,
so as not to wake him, I reached down and took his
dick in my hand and stroked it.  It was so silky and
warm under my fingers, and yet there was that lovely
underlying hardness to it.

Darren's mumbling stopped and his breathing became
deeper, and I went on gently caressing his dick,
almost in fascination:  I'd never had an opportunity
to really enjoy the sensation of another guy's dick in
my hand before, and it aroused me, as I felt my own
dick reaching for the sky.  As I stroked at him it
became easier suddenly, and I stopped for a moment and
brought my hand up to my mouth - yes, there was that
unmistakable taste and smell of pre-cum:  Darren's
body was responding to my touch, even though he was
sleeping.

Or was he! He murmured "Don't stop, Steve.... What a
great way to wake up, with a stud like you jerking me
off."

I flushed with embarrassment at having been found out,
and stammered "I thought you were asleep, Darren, and
I just needed to move your dick as bit as...."

"I was asleep, having an incredible sexy dream where I
was fucking a big muscular stud.... And then it got so
real that I woke up and found you playing with my
dick.  Don't bullshit me, Steve, with that 'just
moving my dick shit' - you were jerking me off! That
is what you were doing, isn't it?"

"Well... Look.... Actually I was just...."

I heard him give a little laugh, and he took my felt
in the dark for my hand, and guided it back on to his
dick.  "No need to apologise, Steve... Are you ashamed
of it, or something? Anyone would be pleased to have a
stud like you playing with him.  You haven't had many
guys refuse you, I'll bet..."

And then I told him.  Somehow, being able to confess
to a guy I'd never meet again as we lay in the dark in
the speeding bus was easy, once I'd got started.  I
told him about how I'd never had sex until recently.
I told him about Jack and Joe, and I told him how much
I'd found I liked sex, and how ashamed I was.

"But why are you ashamed, Steve?  Isn't it natural for
guys to want to fuck each other?  Look, I think your
family let you down, by not educating you properly.
I'm glad my dad was more sensible, and taught me that
it's OK for guys to want to use each other's bodies.
Just think, you've wasted all those years - all that
time with your brothers before you went off to slave
training, the two years on that pony ranch - and I bet
there were other really hot guys there to play with -
and those five years when you were a model pony.  All
those missed opportunities for pleasure, and you just
fucked the five fingered widow every night!  No, I
think your dad's got a lot to answer for, not teaching
you the right way to do things."

"But my mom and dad always told us boys that sex with
other men was wrong....  They even could quote bits of
the bible about it...."

"Steve, grow up!  How could anything that two people
decide to do together be wrong?  And look where their
views got you - you were so frustrated that when you
did start to have sex, it was almost rape.  If you'd
had a proper education and had always fucked around
when you wanted to, you'd have approached Jack quite
differently.  And as for the bible.... Well, people
who want to stop other people enjoying themselves can
always find something in there to justify it!  It's
just as well those same people who quote it so
literally don't do all the other things it says, like
stoning adulterers to death!"

"Anyway", he went on, "Just tell them you're just
doing what Jesus said, if any of those religious
fanatics ever talk to you about it again."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know the main point of it all - 'Do unto
others as they do unto you', and 'Love thy neighbour
as thyself'...  So if a guy's fucking you, it's OK for
you to fuck him, and if you like making love to
yourself, it's OK to do it to other guys, too.  But in
any case, haven't you thought about the central
paradox of it all - the asshole and dick problem, as
we bible scholars call it...."

"Uh?"

"Look, if God created everything, then he created
dicks, and he created assholes, didn't he?  So if he
never intended one to go into the other, why did he
make them the perfect size and shape to fit?  Think
about it - even the tightest asshole on the smallest
guy you'll ever meet can accommodate a big, thick dick
like yours - there has to be some purpose in the way
that that all works out, doesn't there, if you believe
in all that creationist shit.  And, anyway, those
Christians are not good ones to talk about guys not
enjoying each others bodies - that Jesus collected
twelve young, virile, single guys and they all lived
together.... Well, I ask you!  What do you suppose
they did for sex....?"

He started to laugh then, and I realised he might have
been teasing me.   But he was now stroking my dick,
and I didn't care much about what he said as I was
enjoying the feeling so much.

He shuffled around on me, put his mouth to my ear and
nibbled at my ear lobe.  No one had ever done that to
me before, and I loved the tickling sensation.  But
when his hot wet tongue slipped in to my ear and he
started to lick in and out... Well, I almost shot my
load, and I groaned with pleasure.

"Your body needs waking up to pleasure, Steve", he
whispered.  "Let me do something my brothers used to
love...  Now, on your belly....."

"NO, I don't take dick, as I told you...."

"Who said anything about me dicking you?  Now, stop
being so worried, and lie on your front and let Darren
at you....."

I did as he said, and lay there, resting my head in my
folded arms.  His hands were on my ass, and I felt him
prising my ass cheeks apart, and then a bolt of
pleasure shot through me, and it went on, and on.
Something had probed my pucker, and now moist and warm
it was tickling and touching me in a way that I'd
never experienced before.  I moaned with pleasure, and
I felt his hands trying to pull my ass further apart,
before a new wave of pleasure went through me again.
I wanted it to go on for ever, but it did stop and
Darren lay beside me, casually throwing one leg over
my body so that his dick was pressed into my side.

"See, Steve", he whispered "I think you would like to
take a dick up that lovely ass of yours... That was
fun, wasn't it?"

I could only croak hoarsely "Yes.... "

"Well, that was what my tongue could do for you...
Think of how it would be if my hot dick was probing
your hole like that...."

I sat upright, almost in shock.  "Your tongue.... That
was your tongue up my ass...?"

"Sure... Now it's your turn.  Come on, Steve... You've
got to learn how to really pleasure the guy you're
with...."

"No... You can't want me to stick my tongue up your
ass...."

"Yes I do, Steve.  Come on, try it.... It you don't
like it, you don't have to carry on.  But you have at
least got to try.  You can't say you don't like
something unless you've at least tried it!  Surely a
big tough guy like you isn't worried about tonguing
the ass of a lad like me?  What's the matter -
scared?"

Well, put like that, it did seem ridiculous.  So I
helped him roll over onto his belly, then knelt
between his legs.  It seemed odd prising his boyish
ass cheeks apart - when I fucked Jack and Joe theirs
were so much more muscular and defined - and I saw his
pale pink hole in front of me.

I lowered my face towards it, wondering if this is
what I really want to do.  My nose caught the smell of
the soap that we'd just cleaned ourselves with in the
shower, and I stopped for a moment and wondered how
I'd feel if there was a load of shit there instead!
But then, overpowering the soap, was that wonderful
smell of man, that scent that accumulates around the
hole and under the balls.  Something clicked in my
brain, and I wanted to breathe more of it in, to get
closer.

My nose went right up to his hole, and, almost without
stopping, I tentatively reached out with my tongue and
gently touched his pucker.  It felt OK - smooth as
silk, and with an indescribable sweet/sour taste on
the tip of my tongue.  I pushed my strong wet tongue
forward and tried to get it into his pucker, and
Darren sighed in ecstasy, and his whole body moved
back, as if he was trying to get me further into him.

Well, I really tried - I pried his ass apart until he
squirmed with the discomfort, so that I could bury my
nose deep into his crack.  Then I licked and pushed
and forced my tongue to work over his pucker.  Darren
seemed to be really turned on by all of this, as he
continued to moan all the time and kept saying "Yes,
Steve... Oh yes.... Steve, fantastic.... Fuck me with
your big strong tongue....".  But it did nothing for
me - sure, there was the intoxicating scent, and that
was really turning me on as I was really hard, but
otherwise, I felt nothing.

After a few minutes I was, frankly, bored.  But my
dick was aching for relief so I got  to my feet and
guided the tip of my dick at his pucker- he was well
lubed by all my spit, and I leaned forward so that my
dick head went into him.

Darren said "Oh Steve.... Fucking marvellous... Put it
all in, mate... I want that dick of yours right
in......"

Well, with an invitation like that, who could refuse?
I rammed home, and Darren's young lithe body moved
forward on the seat, so powerful was my thrust.  His
little crooning words changed to a "Fuck........", as
I think it was very uncomfortable for him.

But once I was in, I felt that "something" go off in
my brain, and I started to thrust vigorously in and
out, slamming myself into him each time so that there
was that satisfying "slap" of my body into his ass.
He began to grunt, that deep, low sound that comes
right down from within a guy, in time to my thrusts,
and in between them he was making almost mewing sounds
of pleasure.

I didn't care, though - all I wanted to do was to give
myself satisfaction, to feel my dick being gripped by
his tight, boy's ass, and to enjoy the feeling of
being totally and utterly in control of his body.

Suddenly he screamed, and I was so surprised that I
stopped in mid stroke, my dick buried deep in him.

"Steve... Slow down."

"What?"

"I screamed, to make you stop.  Look, mate, you're
fucking away and I guess you're enjoying it, but what
about me?  You're just using me and you're not worried
about whether I'm enjoying it, or not.  So slow down,
see how it feels if you go slower, watch how I'm
reacting...."

The little cunt!  He'd got me worried for a moment,
and all he wanted to do was to make me stop!  He'd
almost spoiled it for me totally, so I just ignored
him and started fucking him again, as deep and hard as
I could.  He was really moaning and crying now as my
body slammed into his, and I knew he was powerless to
stop me.  I fucked and fucked, but it was over all too
soon as I starter to shoot, and then I just had to
stop and relax, as you know.

I pulled out of him after a few moments, and stood
there, panting.  I saw Darren roll over so he was
lying there looking up at me.

"Is that how you fucked the two slaves who used to be
your buddies?", he asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I guess so.  Why?  Is there another way?"

"Why do you like doing it like that?"

"Well....."  I stopped, as I couldn't really think
why.  And why was this little cunt interested, anyway?
 But he'd made me think, and I continued, hesitantly,
"Well, I like being in charge.  When I'm fucking you
like that, you're totally in my power, aren't you?"

"No, actually, I'm not."

"What do you mean?  You couldn't escape my dick, could
you?  I had you skewered!".  I kind of half laughed as
I said this, to indicate that I thought he was
bullshitting me.

"Look, Steve, you're right that I couldn't escape
physically.   But you weren't in control of me.  Sure,
you fucked away for a couple of minutes, but what was
I thinking of?  Was I turned on in the same way that
you were?  No.... You may have been fucking my body,
but you had no control of my brain:  you didn't
overwhelm that with your boring fucking."

"Your mind might have been totally on pleasure, but
mine was on something else.... You weren't in control
of me at all:  you were up my ass, but I might as well
have just cupped my hands together and let you fuck
those.  You know jack shit about dominating and
controlling a guy with your dick, so I suggest you
shut the fuck up about it."

I was so amazed, that I couldn't think of anything to
say.  He saw my confusion, I think, and went on "When
you're fucking a guy, if you do it properly you're
totally focussed on it and you get just as much
pleasure, if not more, than you just got.  But he
should be so consumed by your dick, that he can think
of absolutely nothing else.... Your dick should be the
centre of the universe for him. And your big, brutal
strokes just don't do that.   So now you know... I
expect you'll fuck other guys in your life, but none
of them will ever come back and willingly be fucked by
you again... They'll never crawl to you and beg you to
dick their asses as it was so fantastic last time.
You might be able to force them to do it again, but
where's the pleasure in that?   With your body you can
probably make guys do almost anything, if you threaten
them enough.... But surely you want to have guys
turned helpless by your dick, their bodies so enslaved
by your fucking that they'll do anything to get you to
take them again.....?"

"Oh stop whining, Darren - you enjoyed that, I know.
All this bullshit about letting you enjoy it -
fucking's all about me having fun....."

"Sure it is, Steve.  But you only had about twenty
percent of what you could have had.  For one thing, it
was all over in a couple of minutes, whereas if you'd
done it right you could have fucked me for hours....
Anyway, it doesn't matter - my brothers and my dad
really knew what they were doing, and I guess a guy
like you with no experience can't be expected to do
the right thing.  I expect you'll find someone to
teach you one day, if you're lucky, and until then
you'll just have to let the other guys think you're
some sort of country hick, just shooting his load as
quickly as he can."

That really hurt! I hate not doing things right, and
hate even more being thought to be untrained or
inexperienced.  He'd struck home.  But I wasn't
prepared to concede anything.

"Well, you're entitle to your views, Darren... But I
know what I like...."

"...and you like what you know." He complete my
sentence!  "Steve, if you're not willing to learn,
you'll never know what you're missing out on.  And I
guess you're just scared to find out, as you hate to
be proved wrong!"

That really got to me!  I'm not scared of anything -
I'd even faced up to the prospect of being gelded
without breaking down or running away.  And I'd taken
the whip.....

"No I'm not.  Of course I'm not scared..."

"So prove it, then.... Let me show you how it can be
done better."

"No."

"See, I told you.  You're scared to try, to find out
what proper sex is really like, to learn from someone
more experienced than you are - or more experienced
than you're ever likely to be, if you carry on like
this!"

"So if you're not scared, lie down on your back, bring
your legs up, and grab hold of your ankles.... You can
do that, can't you?  Your body's in good enough
condition?"

What was I supposed to do?  If I just ignored him,
he'd know I was afraid of trying new things.  On the
other hand I didn't want him fucking me - I'm a top,
after all.  Then I thought of his dick - it wasn't as
long or as thick as Jack's, and as I'd taken that, how
could his possibly hurt me?  I stood there, uncertain
about what to do, and he said, quietly now, "Come on
Steve, lie down... Let me show you how two guys can
both really enjoy fucking.... You're still in charge -
if you don't like it, just tell me to stop, and I
will, instantly...."

So, against my better judgement, I did.  I felt stupid
lying there with my ankles around my shoulders, but
Darren stood between my legs, looked down at me, and
whispered "Lesson one - this is the best way to fuck a
guy.  On his hands and knees - doggy - is OK for a
quick fuck, but if you want to go long and deep, like
this is the best way - I can get the last bit of my
dick right down into you in this position, and you'll
feel my pubic hair right up against your balls."

As I lay there he kind of shuffled towards me and I
felt the hot, moist tip of his dick pressing at my
hole.

"Lesson two - don't be too eager to ram it in.  Tease
the head of your dick over and around his hole, like
this...."

I gave an involuntary grunt of pleasure as that
miraculous tickling, pleasurable sensation spread
through me.

He did it a few more times, sometimes teasing my hole,
and sometimes reaching down and gently squeezing my
balls, and scratching his fingernail between the end
of my sac and my hole.  I squirmed with pleasure and
involuntarily moved my hips as he did this, and I
heard him say  "That's right, Steve, start to get
worked up.  Can you feel the sweat breaking out on you
as I use your body as a plaything, as I play you just
as if you're an instrument...."

Actually, yes, I could.  And then he started to
massage my hole with his fingers, first pushing one
finger in until I could feel the palm of his hand
pressing into my ass, then gently pulling out and
going in with two, and finally, with three. His
fingers were deliciously smooth and slippery, and he
whispered to me that he'd lubed me with some of my cum
that was leaking out of his ass hole from where I'd
fucked him a few minutes ago. He carried on,  moving
them in and out, gently stretched me from side to
side, and all the time, with this other hand, he
reached forward and down and played with my tit rings.
 I was almost unable to control by body, and it felt
amazing to be massaged like this.

I don't know how long he did this for, but after some
time he pulled out, and again in a very low voice said
"Do you want my dick in that hole of yours now, Steve?
 Are you ready to take my dick in you, deep and hard
and long?"

I was so aroused, that all I could do was say  "Yes."

"Tell me, Steve, what do you want...."

"Please, Darren, I want your dick in me....."

"Good boy!", he said, and at the same time he leaned
forward and gently wiped his hand across my brow,
which was glistening with sweat.  "Just relax and
enjoy my dick, Steve.... As I do it, tell me how much
you're enjoying it.... I want to hear you tell me that
you want my dick... Don't be shy, there's only the two
of us here..... I want you to take part, and I want to
hear you ask me to fuck you...."

As he was saying this I felt his moist dick head at my
hole, and then he pushed gently, and I felt that
wonderful thrill you get from your sphincter muscles
as they tell you something hot, warm and delightful
has passed through.  I moaned, gently.

"Come on, Steve... My dick's in you.... Do you want me
to stop, or shall I fuck you?  Tell me you want me to
fuck you, Steve...."

I was almost beside myself with the pleasure flowing
from my ass, and I obeyed.  I heard myself say
"Please, Darren, fuck me..... Please, fuck me...."

He started to push almost infinitely slowly in and
out, and all I could do was lie there and give myself
over to the pleasure flowing through me.  I knew I was
moaning quietly, although what I was saying, I have no
real idea.  Then I shouted as abruptly his stroke
changed, and he roughly and vigorously pumped in and
out of me, before slowing down again.

I was covered in sweat, and by the faint glow of the
compartment's light I could see that his torso was
running with moisture from his exertions, too.  He
stopped, still inside me, and looked down at me,
grinning.

"Enjoying it, Steve?"

"Yes."

"Want me to go on?"

"Yes."

"No, Steve, you have to ask me... No, beg me... Come
on, I want to hear it... "

"Fuck you, Darren!  I don't beg to be fucked....."

He gave a little laugh, and without warning pulled out
so that his dick head almost left my hole, and then
slammed hard into me.  I gave a great grunt - it
wasn't so much painful, as some exquisite mixture of
pain and pleasure.

"Go on, Steve... Tell me you want me to fuck you..."

"No...."

Another brutal thrust, another flood of sensation,
another cry from me, and I knew I was in his power,
totally.  All  I wanted was to feel his dick inside
me, to feel him fucking me.....  Another ram into me,
another cry from me, and I knew it was no good.
Almost so quietly that it was hard to hear, I murmured
 "Please, Darren... Please fuck me...  "

"What do you want, Steve?  Do you want my dick in you?
 Do you want me to fuck you so hard you cry with
pleasure?  Tell me, Steve...."

"Yes, please, Darren.  Fuck me. Fuck me hard.  Let me
feel your dick in me... Please, Darren...."

He started again, and I really don't know how long it
went on for:  I just couldn't focus after a time, and
I just lay there, sweating, panting, groaning, and
pleading with him to carry on fucking me.

But it was all over eventually, and he fell forward
onto my body.  I let go of my ankles, and wrapped my
legs around his waist, as if I was trying to hold him
in me for as long as possible. He carried on panting
for a few minutes as he'd put a lot of physical effort
into it, then pressed his face close to mine.  I
wrapped my arms around him now, too, as I loved the
feeling of closeness.

"Are you OK, Steve?  That wasn't too intense for you?"

"No, Darren... It was absolutely amazing...."

"See, Steve, that's what I mean by being in control.
Once I'd really started fucking you, you were
powerless, weren't you?  You couldn't stop me because
you didn't want me to stop... That's what real power
and control is about - making the other guy want you
to continue so much that he loses the will to stop
you."

We lay there for a time, silent, as we were so close
to each other.  Then Darren pushed himself away for me
a bit, and said  "Right.... Now let's see that you've
learned.... Come on, don't lie there all night - I
want that dick of yours in me properly now!"

He looked so young and frail as he lay there with his
legs in the air, waiting for me to fuck him.  But I
did all the things he'd done to me, and I started to
see how I could "play" his body.  By speeding up or
slowing down, varying the length of my stroke,
changing whether I slammed into him or gently inserted
my whole length into him, and sometimes stopping
totally and reaching down and tweaking his nips, I
realised that he became even more under my power than
if I just brutally fucked away.  I revelled in seeing
how his body arched towards mine, how he moaned and
pleaded with me, and how it was almost as if my dick
acted as some sort of control over him.

When I eventually did cum, I was shattered - my
powerful thighs ached from thrusting away, I was
covered in sweat, and my whole being throbbed with
physical pleasure.  Now I knew what it was really like
to be totally on top when fucking!

End of part 19

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 20

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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

Dawn came and we sped on through the country, but
Darren and I hardly noticed - we were either dozing
after sex, or having sex.  I was amazed at how much
the lad knew about pleasuring guys, but I had a thing
or two to teach him, too.  Although I'd learned the
lesson that you didn't need to be tough and rough to
be in total control, it still gave me a huge sense of
satisfaction to occasionally stop being gentle and
start hard, brutal fucking so that Darren had to shout
out and plead with me to stop.

He started telling me that he didn't like it, after
I'd cum, and I told him I didn't fucking well care
"Every now and then you've got to be taught that I am
a big, strong guy and I can take your ass whenever I
want to", I told him.  "That ought to increase the
excitement for you - when my dick advances on your
hole, am I going to be the reasonable Steve, looking
out to prolong the session and give us both maximum
satisfaction, as you taught me?  Or am I the wild
Steve, with the dick that's rampantly out of control
and only wants to fuck and fuck until I cum?  You
won't know until I've started, and that' the
excitement, the risk."

He looked at me a bit strangely as I guess his
brothers and his dad hadn't really been true
aggressive dominant men like me, and this aspect of
fucking hadn't occurred to him before.  Still, we got
on well enough, and  my only regret is that we were so
intent on each other that I barely had a chance to see
any more of our country as we went through it.

The whole compartment reeked of sex - we were both
sweating like pigs, there was cum everywhere mixed
with our ass juices, and that additional "something"
in the air when men have been fucking - their
pheromone output must get turned up, or something, as
there's that special "tingle" that you can't really
smell consciously and yet gets through to your brain
which gets turned on by the thought that men have been
having sex.    When we stopped we usually got out and
had a quick shower, and when the USS rep told us that
we were on our last break before the city, we didn't
fuck again.  I wanted to, actually, but Darren said he
wanted to save himself.  He was being met, and he
wanted to be "fresh".

"Don't be such a prat, Darren.... Who cares?  I'd have
thought that seeing you after sex would be a pleasure
for anyone.... Come on, get those shorts off, as I
want to fuck again."

"No, Steve.. Just because you know how to do it
properly now!  Save yourself - who knows, you might
see some nice slave boy in the city, and you'd want
those balls of yours ready for action...."

"Get them off, Darren, or I'll pull them off you and
fuck you hard!"

"Look, Steve... I've got to arrive fresh.  It's really
important....."

"Well convince me - you've never told me what that job
is your dad lined up for you, anyway.  What can a
sixteen year old slave do anyway, without training?  I
had to spend two years...."

"Yes,  I know, '...two years hard training, to turn
into the perfect pony' - you've told me often enough.
Well, if you must know, I've been bought by an escort
service that specialises in young guys."

"Escort service?  Escorting what - cash being carried
through the streets, that sort of thing?"

"Are you joking, Steve, or are you really that
innocent?  Look, an escort service hires guys out,
supposedly to 'escort' their clients to social
function, an evening at the cinema, to dinner, that
kind of thing.  In practice of course they only escort
you to bed....."

"Surely no on wants to hire a guy for sex...."

"Oh, fucking hell, Steve!  Where did you grow up?
Didn't anyone ever tell you about 'the oldest
profession'.... Prostitutes.... Rent boys.....  You
must have heard about that."

"Yes, but I thought it was only women that did that
sort of thing."

"You really are naive, aren't you?  Guys have always
hired themselves out for sex, and since the Lottery
was introduced it's become even easier.  An escort
agency doesn't have to worry about a lot of flaky guys
who might or might not turn up now - it just buys a
stable of good-looking slaves, and sits there and
waits to collect the money!"

"So women are going to hire you to fuck them?"

"Well, they might, I suppose.  But in practice 99.9
percent of the clients are men who like fucking other
men."

"But why do they need to pay for it?  Surely it's easy
enough to find another guy to fuck with...?"

"Yes, if you're good looking, in your twenties or
thirties, and have the time.  Otherwise it's easier
just to look through the guys on offer at an escort
agency and pay the stated fee for an hour, two hours,
overnight, whatever."

"So you're going to spend all your time being fucked?"

"Probably not - I'll do whatever the customer wants,
but I'm told that most of the guys who go to these
sort of places want to be fucked.... Very few 'tops'
find it difficult to get an ass to fuck, however old
or out of shape they are.  If you want to 'bottom'
though, the competition for tops is fierce and they
can pick and choose the fit, the handsome....  So I
expect I'll spend most of my time fucking, and, as
you've found out, I'm rather good at it, and I like
it!"

"But Darren.... Well, you'll have to fuck some fat,
old guys, won't you?  It's OK to go with someone like
your brothers, your dad, or me.... We're all
in-shape...."

"Sure I will, but that's part of the job.  And there
will also be some studs like you every now and then -
guys in from out of town, away from their wives, who
just want to have sex.  I'll look forward to those, as
I chatted to an escort slave once and he warned me
that the fat old guys really like being fucked by
fresh young sixteen year olds like me!  I'm going to
have to sit on their laps and have them paw me and
drool all over me, then I'm going to have to push
myself between their great lardy ass cheeks...."

"Darren, that's gross!  I think your dad would have
been a better father if he'd let you take your chance
at the slave auctions in the usual way...."

"No way!  I might have been bought by the mines, or to
work in a factory or an office or something.  This is
a fantastic opportunity for me, and one that uses all
my talents...."

"Oh, come on...."

"No, seriously, Steve.  Look, I'm a handsome lad, just
sixteen.  I really like sex, and I know how to do it,
and do it really well.  Before I'm eighteen, and the
market has 'tired' of me as the escort agencies like
to turn the stock to keep the clients interested, I
aim to have found a special client, a 'protector', who
hires me at least once a week.  Then when I think my
time's about up, I'll wheedle and persuade him to buy
me off the agency... I'll promise to be his 'special
lad' for ever.  There's enough rich old guys out there
to fall for it, and I'll live the life of a pampered
sex toy after that.  I'm not going to work and work
all my life, as you are going to have to do between
the shafts of one of those traps of yours!  If I play
my cards right, with a bit of luck I'll be driving
around with my owner - who I'll dominate anyway -
using slaves like you."

"But what if you don't..."

"It will happen, Steve.  Men are obsessed with sex,
and I'll be able to persuade them when they're at
their most vulnerable.  And, anyway, what have I got
to lose?  If it fails, I'll have had a couple of years
of great sex, and I'll be no worse off than going to
auction now.  In fact, I might even be better off - if
you were a master and you were thinking of bidding on
a slave at an auction and there were two identical
guys with nice bodies, both able to do the work, but
one was an ex-escort, which would you pick?"

I hesitated for a moment, and he cut in "I'll tell
you... You'd pick the escort.  All owners probably
think about fucking with a slave occasionally, and the
prospect of owning one who was completely experienced
would be great.  I'd have a positive advantage over
the others."

We might have gone on discussing Darren's
extraordinary ideas for his future, but the bus
plunged into a tunnel and Darren said we must be
crossing the river into New York.

"So this is almost goodbye, Steve!  Watch out, as one
day I might be cracking the whip at that ass of yours,
as me and my owner try out a new pony...."

To tell you the truth, I was upset at losing Darren.
Even though I'd only known him a very short time he
was a really nice young lad, and I wished that the way
that slavery ruled our lives didn't mean that I'd
completely lose touch with him.  If we'd been free
men, even if we lived some distance apart, we could
have phoned and met occasionally.  But both of those
things were impossible, so this was almost certainly
"goodbye", and not "au revoir".

We came out of the tunnel, and almost immediately the
bus pulled into the bus terminal on the banks of the
river.  The door to our compartment opened, and Darren
and I scrambled out, and solemnly shook hands.  Then
we walked together to the Universal Slave Services
offices to check in, and there was bad news for me.
As he took my collar off and scanned the barcode on it
to see my routing details on his PC, the supervisor
said "The last train for Scarsdale has left, and the
first is not until nine tomorrow morning, boy.  They
don't run them like they used to in the old days, to
save fuel.  So as your owner didn't pay for
accommodation, I guess you'll be sleeping in the
waiting room here - be sure to leave by seven thirty
tomorrow morning, so you've got time to walk to Grand
Central.  Here's a simplified street plan - you can
read, can't you?  And your tickets."

"Sir, thank you, sir.  I can read enough to be able to
follow the plan, sir."

"Right, boy.  There's a slave chow dispenser in the
waiting room, that's over there."

He ceased to be interested in me almost immediately,
and turned his attention to Darren.  His PC bleeped,
and he said "You're being collected, boy.  That big
buck black over there's waiting for you...."

I heard this too, and both Darren and I looked over to
see a big black guy standing against the wall - and I
mean big!  He saw the USS guy pointing at him, and
came over.  He reached out and casually read my name
from my tattoo, then dropped my arm and did the same
to Darren.  He ignored me totally, and put his arm on
Darren's shoulder, almost dwarfing the lad.

"Hi, buddy.... You and I are going to be very good
friends.....", he began.

When I said he was a big guy, I mean really big - I'm
six three, and he had a good two inches on me.  And
I'm broad and muscular, but he was broader and seemed
to be all muscle.  His slave T and shorts were
skin-tight, and you could see that he had a really
defined body.   His skin was jet black, too - not  the
sort of black you usually get in blacks in our country
which tends to be diluted as there was so much
interbreeding with the white plantation owners
originally, but the really deep, jet black that those
guys who come directly from the funny African
countries whose names you can never remember.  I
wondered how he'd ever got to be a slave.

Darren wasn't afraid of him or anything, though - as
I'd found out, he always liked to lead.  He turned to
free himself from the massive arm, and reached out and
pushed the black's T sleeve up so he could read the
tattoo.

"Hi, Sam!  So why are you interested in me?"

"I'm from the escort agency.  They've decided we're
going to be buddies - you know, do duos for clients
who like... well, who like contrasts!  Young and old,
muscle and twink, black and white.... A big muscled
black like me and a slim young white guy like you.
But don't worry - you'll soon get used to riding my
dick once I've got you properly stretched to take it!"

"Fuck you, Sam!  I might ride your dick, as you put
it, if the client wants me to.  But it's more likely
you'll be riding mine!  I can't wait to try out what
must be a beautiful black hole if the rest of what I
can see is anything to go by.  I think the clients
would rather see a big black muscle stud like you
being totally dominated by a young white lad!  That's
the American fantasy, after all - whites ordering
blacks around."

The black guy looked really amazed by Darren - I think
he was expecting to meet a shy young lad who needed
gently introducing to sex, and instead he'd got
Darren.

"Are we working tonight?", Darren went on.

"Hey... No..... They're not slave drivers, you know.
The agency though you'd be tired after the journey,
and we'd need a day or two to get acquainted.... So
they're not taking bookings for us until the day after
tomorrow."

"So what do we do now?"

"Well, I guess we could go back to the agency, and
I'll show you our room...."

Darren turned to me, and said "You haven't got
anywhere to sleep tonight, have you, Steve?  I heard
that guy tell you to sit in the waiting room all
night.  So why don't you come along with us?"

"Well, I.... Well, he told me I could sleep here, and
I've got a map to get to Grand Central....  And,
anyway, I don't suppose the escort agency would like
it...."

"Ah, screw that!  He didn't say you had to stay here,
only that you could stay here.  And I expect Sam here
knows the city a bit if he's done lots of out-calls to
clients... Is that right?"

"Sure is - I know the city like the veins on my dick!"

"So there you are.  Sam and I will take you to the
station in the morning.  And I don't suppose anyone
keeps a check on the comings and goings into the slave
quarters at the agency, do they, Sam?"

"Well, no...."

"So there you are.  Come on, Steve.... Come on, Sam...
I can't wait to compare you two studs in bed.  I can't
decide which of you I'm going to fuck first.... Or
perhaps I'll just watch, as Steve tries out his new
skills on Sam.... Or perhaps I'll see if Sam's dick is
really as big as it looks through his shorts, and
whether Steve is man enough to take it, or if he
squeals like a stuck pig...."

Darren turned and headed towards the exit.  Sam and I
looked at each other and shrugged, and followed him.
It was just as if Darren was a master, used to giving
orders that would be obeyed, and didn't feel the need
to look back to see if we were following.

The three of us went out into the street and I was
amazed at he number of people there were striding
along.  Same explained that slaves had to stay on one
side of the street, to leave the opposite side for
free men to use, and I noticed that all the shop
fronts on that side were in use with stores and cafes
and bars, whereas on "our" side of the street they
were mostly bricked up:  slaves had no need of stores
and bars, did they?  The street itself had a few
buses, and lots of cabs - I wondered how many slaves
were actually employed as ponies here, as there seemed
to be an endless line of them going up and down:  but
then, I guess there would be a lot of cab traffic
around the bus terminal.

Darren took my arm and pointed upwards  "Imagine what
this would all have looked like before the big crash,
Steve!  All these towers brilliantly lit.  Now, with
the elevators only running once or twice every hour,
they can hardly let the top floors at all.  And no one
can afford to leave the office lights burning.  But it
must have been fabulous."

Sam chipped in "These towers are a bastard - if you
get a client on the twentieth floor or something, you
have to talk up as they won't run the elevators for
slaves.  You're exhausted even before you start having
sex.  Some of the clients who hire us are really
living on the edge of their incomes, and have to take
the higher floors.  I wonder they don't save the fees
they pay to the agency, and have a decent apartment on
the ground floor instead!"

"You know", said Darren, who seemed to be up in these
things.  "At one time the higher you went in a
building , the more expensive it got.  And people paid
a premium for what they called a 'penthouse' - the
apartment right at the top."

"I've got one really good client, though", Sam chipped
in.  "He has almost the whole of the ground floor in a
block on Fifth Avenue, and he's really rich.  It's
great to go to service him as you're right off the
street and straight into his apartment... That's real
luxury."

Even though I'd had lots and lots of sex, I needed
exercise.  I really wanted to stretch my legs and run,
so I asked Sam if there was a problem with doing that.

"No, Steve....  We're going fifteen blocks, so run
ahead if you want to.  They'll just think you're a
messenger boy, delivering an urgent letter or
something.  In fact, I'll race you.....  I didn't get
a full work out in the gym today as I had to come on
down here and pick up the brat...." - he pointed at
Darren, and grinned at me.

"Tell you what", he went on, "Let's race for fourteen
blocks, and the winner gets to fuck Darren first....
You are a regular guy, and fuck, aren't you?  Not one
of those queers who doesn't like men?"

"I've got a better idea", Darren chipped in.  "You two
studs race, and I'll give the winner the time of his
life - sex like you've never had it before....."

"And what does the loser get?", Sam asked.

"Oh, the same, when I've recovered!".  We all broke
out laughing, just as if we were really good friends
who'd known each other for years.  I revelled in this
easy camaraderie with my fellow slaves, and was sad to
think that I wasn't going to be part of their world
tomorrow.

Still laughing, Sam and I set off, and it was really
competitive!  I'm a trained runner, of course, but my
training is really in sustained medium-speed runs, not
fast sprints over a short distance.  Sam wasn't a
runner at all, I guess - except that most of those
big, tall blacks seem to have a natural ability for
it.  When I was a kid we were watching TV one night,
the Olympic Games or something, and my brothers were
commenting about how all the sprinters were blacks.
"It's their genetic make-up", they told me.  "All
those generations and generations living in Africa,
surrounded by lions and such.  If you couldn't run
fast, you got eaten, and you didn't breed.  So over
time all the blacks got to be much better runners than
other races."

Anyway, natural ability or what, it was really hard
work - we were really competitive, and each of us was
trying to prove something to the other, I think.  We
flashed past all the cabs, neck and neck, and it was
probably a dead heat at the corner we agreed to stop
at.  We stood there in that classic pose athletes do
when they're recovering - slightly stooped over, our
hands resting on our knees, as our lugs sucked in air
and our hearts started to return to normal.  It was
almost like being back in pony school again, having
another guy to run against, and I realised how much
I'd been missing just pulling a cart for my owner...
But then, that's what being a slave is all about,
isn't it?  Serving your owner, rather than doing the
things you liked.  There were no athletic clubs or
anything for slaves.

Darren sauntered up, saw us standing there, sweat
streaking our bodies and making our Ts cling to our
chests, and demanded "Who won, then?  Who do I fuck
first?"

"No, boy - the rules are a little different", Sam told
him.  "The winner gets to fuck you first.  The only
problem is that it was a dead heat, and I've been
discussing that with  Steve.  I understand he's a
regular guy who likes fucking, so as we both won,
we're both going to fuck you first - one of us is
going to take your ass, and the other your throat.
And you don't even get to choose which is which!
Steve is the guest, and he gets first pick....."

Darren could see that the big black was joking (or was
he?), and smiled.  We all set of together again, and
after half a block stopped in front of a really
luxurious door, with two uniformed guys standing
outside it.

"This is the entrance to the Agency", Sam told us,
"Or, at least the entrance for the paying clients.  Us
slaves who work here have to go around the back....."

As we walked on to the corner he explained "We're a
the top end of the market and mostly we do out-calls
as our clients prefer to fuck in the comfort of their
own apartments, or their hotel suites.  But there are
some men who can't take an escort to their place, and
so there is some in-call business.  It's very well
arranged here - for the clients, that is - as they can
sit in a luxurious lounge and the available escorts
are paraded in front of them.  Then, when they've
picked the slave they want, there are several
comfortable bedrooms, each with a big whirlpool bath
and all the trimmings....  Then only thing is, well,
you know, for us slaves...."

"What, Sam?"

"Well, it's a bit like being auctioned all over again!
 Do you remember how it was when you were last sold?
You had to stand there naked under the spotlights on
the auction platform whilst the auctioneer read out
all your particulars, and then he'd make you erect for
them all to see, and all of that... Well, it's a bit
like that every night when you're on in-call duty:
you appear totally naked, of course, and you're
properly 'displayed' by an experienced handler in
front of each client.  I don't much like it - I hate
all those men looking at me, and some of them, of
course, go on to actually paw me over before they make
up their mind.  It's not the sex I object to
afterwards - I usually enjoy that - it's the thought
of being treated just like some sort of commodity that
they're hiring."

"Oh come on, Sam", Darren butted in. "You're a slave.
That's exactly what an escort is - some sort of
commodity, to be hired.  Even if you were a free man,
if you were an escort you'd still be a commodity, as
you put it...."

"Yes, Darren - but if I was a free man hiring myself
out, I wouldn't have to parade naked with a lot of
other guys in front of the clients - I'd speak to them
on the phone, or something.  And if I found one of the
clients to be really repulsive - very fat, very
old.... You know the type that can't get sex except by
paying for it.... Then I could turn them down.  No,
it's dreadful being a slave escort, totally without
choice at all in which guy hires you, and then in what
he chooses to do to you.  If I was a free man I could
advertise myself as a top, or a bottom.... But as a
slave I have to do whatever the client pays for."

"Hey, Sam", I said.  "That's slavery for you.  You've
just got to accept that once you lost out in the
lottery things were never going to be the same as if
you were a free man.  You don't mind being a slave, do
you?"

"Well I guess not, not most of the time, Steve....
It's just sometimes!"

I wasn't used to hearing this sort of talk from slaves
as where I'd grown up, been trained, and worked, all
the slaves generally accepted their role in life.  It
sounded really daring for a slave to actually be
saying that he wasn't happy being a slave, and it made
me start to think a bit about my own role - well, I
was a good slave, but I'd been treated so shittily
that it did start to make me question whether it was
right.  I didn't get the chance to say anything else
to Sam, though, as we arrived at a side door, Sam
pressed some buttons on a panel by the side of it and
there was a click as the latch released, and we went
in.

As you'd expect , it was only dimly lit and we headed
off otwards a staircase.

"We're reall lucky", Sam said.  "Only on the tenth
floor!  You know how it is without elevator service-
they usually put slaves in the cheapest bit possible,
but we only have to go up ten floors.  The main
offices, viewing rooms and pleasure rooms for the
agency are all on the second floor, as they can't
expect their clients to walk all that way, but it's OK
for us - actually, it means that the agency management
leave us alone when we're off duty, and it's easier
for us to enjoy ourselves."

We trudged up the stairs - even though we were all
young fit guys, it's a real bind to have to do that
many steps - and Sam pushed a few more buttons to open
a door giving on to another dimly-it corridor.

"Her we are, guys!, he said, cheerily, "Home at last."

We went past several closed doors, then Sam opened a
door into a quite large room.  I almost gasped with
astonishment, because there, against one wall, was a
big double bed!  Now mom and dad had a double bed at
home when I was growing up,  and I'd occasionally seen
it when I peeped into their bedroom.  But us brothers
all had single beds, and single beds and bunks were
the norm in all the slave quarters I'd been in.

"This is ours, boy", Sam told Darren.  "Just you and
me here when we've finished work.  This is our room -
communal showers and shitters for all the slaves are
across the hall.  Pretty good, isn't it?"

"So I'm sleeping with you?"

"You sure are, boy!  That's OK, isn't it?  We're going
to be fucking each other at work, after all, and the
agency likes us to 'bond' properly, as they say
clients can tell when two guys who have been hired to
perform sex to amuse them are properly 'together'.
But don't worry about it - if you meet another slave
and want to bring him back here, I don't mind.... I
might even join in, as I'm not at all shy, as you
might have guessed....."

Darren didn't seem so sure.  "Hey, Sam, it's nothing
personal.  I don't mind fucking a stud like you, but I
don't want to have to spend all night in the same bed,
too...  A man needs a bit of freedom...."

"Don't you worry about that, Darren!  You'll soon get
used to having my body wrapped around you.  My last
partner started off like you, as he wasn't used to
always being with another guy, but after a bit he soon
acclimatised.  Now.... Steve here looks tired, so
let's stop all this messing around.... First, let me
have a good look at my new partner..."

He reached out to Darren, and expertly and quickly,
before either Darren or me really knew what he was
doing, pulled Darren's T over his head, and yanked his
shorts down to the ground.  Darren stood there, naked,
in front of the two of us.  I'd seen him before on the
bus, and liked his slim, laddish body with its fine
sprinkling of hair and  medium sized dick, and I saw
Sam licking his lips faintly as his eyes raked
Darren's body.

Sam stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed,
and pulled Darren gently towards him. He bent his head
down and stuck his nose into Darren's crotch, and
breathed in deeply.

"Just what I like!  That special scent of a young
guy!"

"Hey - cut it out!", Darren said, sounding rather
peeved.  "Stop that... Oh..... Stop.... Oh....."

He almost collapsed into laugher, as one of Sam's big
hands had snaked out to hold Darren's ass so that the
lad couldn't pull away, and then had carried on
sniffing, and then licking at Darren's dick and balls
with his big tongue.   Darren was squirming around, as
he found it so ticklish.

Sam stopped what he was doing, and pulled Darren so
that he sat on Sam's big, muscular thigh.  Sam's
muscular black arm went around the lad's shoulder, and
before Darren could do or say anything else, Sam's
head went down and started to nibble one of Darren's
tits.  Darren of course started to wriggle but
couldn't  move away, and obviously didn't find it that
unpleasant as his cries to Sam to stop were only very
half-hearted.

I stood there and watched in amazement - the huge
black man in his tight T and shorts with the young,
slender naked white guy sitting on his thigh, having
his nipples sucked.  It looked so... well... erotic,
somehow, and my dick started to rise under my shorts.

Sam stopped, though, and lifted Darren up and almost
placed him so that he was lying in the centre of the
bed.  Then he stood and pulled off his own T and
dropped his shorts so that he, too, was totally naked.
 His body, now that I could see it filly, was superb.
He was in even better shape than me, and his dick was
bigger, too.  He stood there completely self assured
and proud, looking down at Darren, and I could see
from the look in his eyes that Darren was as impressed
as I was.

You could tell Sam was a superb athlete as when he
threw himself down on top of Darren it was with an
amazing agility and grace, and he landed just right,
taking his weight partly on his knees and elbows so
that he didn't crush Darren.  He was right on top of
the lad, and all I could see was Darren's head and
arms and part of his legs sticking out from under
Sam's big black frame.  He moved his body up and down
over Darren, who began to moan gently.

"That's right, boy.... Get the feel of my body on
you", Sam went on.  "Shall we put on a show for Steve
now?  Lots of guys like to see a big black stud like
me fuck a tight young white ass like yours.... "

"Hey, no... Save yourself", I said.  "Look, I'm tired.
 Darren and I have had a long journey..."

"And I suppose you fucked all the way?", Sam asked.

"Well, yes....  We did, a bit."

"So you know what his ass is like?  Or did he try to
fuck you?"

I felt myself starting to blush.   From the way that
he'd said it, it sounded as if Sam thought there was
something wrong with Darren fucking me, and. As you
know, I hate to do the wrong thing.

Sam saw me, and went on  "He did, didn't he?  You let
this young lad go up your ass!  Well... Darren,
understand this..... I don't let my boys fuck me. Your
ass belongs to me, and you can expect to be dicked
whenever I feel like it, but the only time you'll get
to fuck is when a client wants dicking....  Any
problems with that?"

Darren, still pinioned helplessly under Sam's
magnificent body, never the less sounded quite
defiant.  "You're fucking right there is!  If we're
supposed to be partners and buddies, then it's fair
shares for all!  You can dick me as much as you like,
and I'll enjoy it from what I've seen of your tackle.
But fair's fair.... Turn and turn about, and all of
that.... I like dicking ass, too, and if yours is the
only one around, then that's the one I'll have.  And
you can ask Steve there to tell you just how good I am
at it...."

Sam started to laugh, and looked at me, and said
"Well, he's a spirited little bugger, isn't he!  Does
he really fuck as well as he brags about it?"

I was blushing a lot now, and all I could say was
something like "Well, it was OK...."

"Don't just stand there, Steve...", Sam went on. "If
you don't mind taking dick, get naked and come and lie
here - I don't often get a chance to fuck a big stud
like you."

"But I thought you were an escort.... Surely...."

"Look, Steve, take a look at me!  I'm a big, black
stud, right?  Well, you may not think it after so many
years of equality and everything, but a lot of white
guys are really turned on by the idea of fucking a
black ass.  So I only get two kinds of assignment -
either I'm a duo with Darren, when I do get to dick
him, as that's what they want to see:  young, helpless
white guy 'raped' by a big black thug.  Or I'm the
huge, black slave that all their fantasies say should
be fucked.  I get so many white guys' dicks up me that
I've lost count.  It's pathetic, really - they strip
off and they're usually those big overweight redneck
types with big bellies.  Then they call me 'boy',
make me spread my ass for them, and just get in and
out with no finesse at all.  Actually, I think that
when they get down to it they're ashamed - they see
their dicks, and they see mine.... And as you've
probably seen, I'm the embodiment of what every white
guy thinks about black guys.... I really do have a
bigger dick!  So fucking that muscular ass of yours
will be a real pleasure tonight....  And, just for a
change, I might like my own little show:  you can fuck
Darren again whilst I watch, or he could fuck you...
Yes, that's it.... That would be amusing for me....!"

"Hey, no way.  This is all too weird.  Look, it was
nice to meet you.  And you, Darren.... I'll just take
myself off to Grand Central Station, and wait for the
first train..."

"Typical white guy, chickening out", Sam said.  "The
thought of a big, black buck like me.... You know you
can't compete...."

Well, I wasn't going to have him think I was a wimp,
was I?  So as he watched, I pushed my shorts down,
then pullet my T up over my head - I knew that as my
muscles stretched up, my dick would stand out even
more.

"Wow!  I've not seen a white guy hung like you
before", Sam exclaimed.  "But it looks as if you have
some nigger blood in you.... And it's all flowed into
your dick!  Perhaps that's why you've got such a big
one - did they slice it off a black, and graft it on
to you?  And those tattoos - are you trying to look
like some of the lost tribes from the deep jungles?"

He was grinning as he said this, and I could tell that
he felt a bit sorry for the state of my body.  So I
carried on bantering:  "I'll tell you one thing - the
colour of it doesn't affect it's ability to fuck!
Now, black boy, get up off my buddy Darren, and get on
your hands and knees - you need a proper white man's
dick up you, not some pathetic thing hanging under a
fat old guy's belly.... Or are you afraid to feel what
a proper stud's dick is like up your ass?"

He rolled over onto his back and I saw his dick was
rock solid, jutting to the sky.  Darren was by the
side of him and he too was hard, and I realised that I
was, too.

I went and lay on the other side of Darren, and we
would have looked a sight if anyone looked in at that
moment - two huge muscular guys and one slim one lying
there, dicks pointing at the ceiling, and each
wondering who was going to do what to who first!

"OK, Steve", Sam said.  "You're the guest... So ass or
throat - we promised young Darren here a spit-roasting
- you choose...."

"No.... I don't want to...."

"Ah, so that show you're putting in is just for
display.  As I thought, you don't want to fuck...."

"Yes I do, black boy!  But I've been up Darren for the
last twenty four hours, and a man like me needs a big,
muscular ass to fuck.  Now, I told you - on your hands
and knees, and I'll 'dog' you like you deserve to be
fucked...."

"Oh yes, master....".  Sam was laughing now as he
emphasised the last word.  "Please, master, put your
big white dick up this poor black slave's ass,
master.... Except that it isn't white!"

Well, with such a start, we had a fantastic time.  He
did let me go first, but I took him lying on his back
so I could really practice all those control things
Darren had taught me.  And when he fucked me, he was
just as expert.  As an added bonus, Darren knelt by
the side of us as we fucked and constantly excited our
nips with his slender fingers and his sharp teeth.

Oh, and, just for the record, we did then spit-roast
Darren.  As I reamed Darren's ass and Sam fucked his
throat, he looked over his shoulder at me and said "I
bet this is the only time this lad will ever be silent
- when he's got a dick down his throat!"

We slept in a big, sprawled heap, our bodies coated in
sweat and cum.  And I learned something else, too:
when we woke, early in the morning, neither Sam nor I
wanted to fuck again as we were too tired.  But Darren
was a 'morning person' and wanted to play - so he had
us lie on our backs and then he jerked us both off, to
see who would cum first.  As we lay there panting
afterwards I looked over to see that Sam's cum looked
just the same as mine:  I don't know why this was news
to me, as blacks' blood is the same colour as white
guys', isn't it?  So I suppose I should have known
that you can't tell just by looking whether cum is
from a black guy or a white one.

All three of us showered together in the communal
showers - we were the only ones up, and Sam told me
that most of the other guys would have been servicing
clients until the very early hours, and were allowed
to sleep in as there wasn't much morning business.
Sam gave me a clean T and slave shorts as mine were
pretty grubby after the journey, and then he came out
and jogged all the way with me to Grand Central.

As we shook hands, he said "That Darren's a pretty
nice guy... I think you know that, don't you?"

"Yes - he's loud and pushy, but we got on well on the
journey.  I'm glad I met him.  Take care of him, won't
you?"

"Of course!  I really liked him when I first set eyes
on him. In this trade you need to be a bit assertive
and 'alive' - I couldn't bear having a partner who lay
there like a dead fish. It will be fun really getting
to know him, and I guess our performances will always
be interesting!"

"Well, I think he might be a bit 'down' later
today.... He was looking forward to being an escort as
he wants to meet a rich owner who'll buy him and treat
him like a pampered favourite!  And now he finds he's
going to be your fuck toy, doing mostly exhibition
work and with not much chance of that meeting... So
he'll be disappointed."

Sam grinned at me, pressed his hand to my crotch to
feel my dick one last time, and moved my hand to his
do that I could feel him.  "Hey, Steve, his
disappointment won't last long.... This is what he's
got to look forward to!"

He turned and walked off then, and I went to the USS
booth to pick up my train ticket.

End Of Part 20