MY NEW SLAVE By Pete Brown.
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Part Two
I watched as the boy slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled it out of his pants and took it off. He seemed uncertain as to what to do with it, then seeming to make up his mind, he roughly folded it and laid it on one of the large armchairs. He seemed resigned to doing what I had commanded then, and pulled up and took off his white T-shirt next, laying it in turn on top of the shirt. I was thrilled by what was revealed - his neat torso was lightly muscled, two nicely sized dark aureoles could clearly be seen through the agreeable patch of dark hairs on his chest, and from there a treasure trail ran down past his nicely-turned navel, across his flat belly to disappear into his waistband.
He hopped around from one leg to the other as he undid his laces and kicked off his sneakers, and then, eyes still cast down as if this was in some way hiding him from our gaze, he slowly undid his belt. And then, one by one, as if he was hoping that a miracle might occur and the cavalry would come riding in to save him or something, the buttons on his jeans followed and he began to push them down and stepped out of them. Having started the business of lightly folding his clothes he evidently felt the need to continue, so we watched as he stood there in his boxers and socks, picking up the bottoms of the legs, tucking them under his chin as he pulled the seams straight, and then moving them to the pile of his clothes. He actually looked at me then, with a pleading look in is eyes as if he was hoping that I might have changed my mind, but the sight of his butt outlined in the stretch fabric of his boxers, and the promising bulge in the front, were enough to make me want him to continue, even had I been inclined to let him keep them on!
Seeing no movement in my face, I saw his expression change from one of hope to one of despair, and slowly he pushed the boxers down and stepped out of them - needing then, of course, to fold them and take a step towards the armchair to lay them down, and a step back: movements which, I think, he would have preferred not to have had to make. He stood there then, holding his hands loosely in front of him to shield his genitals from my gaze, and I had to say quietly "Arms to the side, boy", to get him to reveal himself. The reluctance with which he did this only added to the huge excitement that was building in me, and to my joy I saw that he had not been cut - is long-ish slim dick, darker in tone than his white loins, still sported that delicious flap of skin at its end. But unlike so many uncut men who are spoiled by an ugly loose protuberance stretching past the natural end of the dick, Dan's foreskin stopped neatly at the end, and part of his head was visible: some of his piss slit and a small circle of his dick tip was lying there, exposed.
"The socks, boy.... You've forgotten the socks", I told him.
He started to actually blush with embarrassment as he had to stoop down and hop from leg to leg to pull his socks off, and this of course allowed Steve and me to see his musculature in action, and I knew that he knew that he as exposing himself to our gaze as he executed these simple manoeuvres. I could see Steve was as interested as I was: his mouth had opened slightly and the tip of his tongue was running along is lips, and blood was starting to engorge his dick - not enough to make him fully erect, but sufficient for someone who was as familiar with it as I was to see how it was starting to move away from his sac.
"Come over here, boy", I commanded him, and he took three steps towards me and stood there. I put my hands on his shoulders, which were filmed with a faint sheen of sweat as he was so tense, and exerted a firm but steady downwards pressure on them as all the time I kept my eyes locked on his, indicating that he should kneel. His eyes were at my crotch level then, and as he knelt there I knew that he must be able to see my dick that was straining and thrusting against my own pants in an effort to escape, so erotic was I finding it to have this naked young man kneeling in front of me under the control of my hands.
I began a slow but methodical examination of his head, cupping my hands around him and using my fingers to feel his ears, my thumbs to probe at the corners of his mouth, and then digging in to the strong muscles in his neck to gauge their power, and to feel his glands to make sure there was no swelling. I pushed my thumbs at his mouth again, and when he opened it, I probed around for any loose teeth or any sensitive areas with my fingers, knowing that he would find this a gross intrusion on his body as young men are not used to tasting another man's hand like this.
Satisfied so far, I put my hands under his pits, feeling the sweat hot and moist as I did so, and exerted an upwards pressure to show him that he should get to his feet. He stood there then, still looking at me, and I brought my hands down his sides a little so that my thumbs could just brush lightly over his nips whilst my fingers kept an insistent pressure on him so that he was constrained not to move. It was good to see them stiffen almost instantly, and to jut proud and hard under my stroking - a man with sensitive nips like that is usually going to be good in bed once he has been properly trained, I find. But I was keen to press on, so my hands moved down his sides, my fingers and thumbs searching out and exploring his ribs and his belly, and I continued down, reaching around so that I could feel the outline of his muscular butt.
His thighs and flanks deserved to be felt properly, but I did not want to have to stoop low or even kneel, and decided that these could wait until later. Keeping my gaze locked on him, I put my right hand behind him just at the base of his spine, and pushed my little finger gently and not very far down into the crack at the top of his butt. He gave me an imploring look, but I had no intention of exploring there further at the moment - no, my whole purpose in having my hand behind him was to exert a psychological, rather than a physical, control over him: I was about to take his dick in my hands for the first time, and it's been my experience that men, especially young, untrained men like Dan, tend to jerk away. I wanted to avoid such action, and I've found that the steady, firm pressure of a hand on the back, low down, is just sufficient - especially as the boy's mind would initially be focused on the sensation of my finger in his butt crack, and would not be anticipating the touch of my fingers on his dick.
I curled the fingers of my left hand - like a lot of clever, innovative men I am left handed - around his dick, revelling in the softness of it. Then, as I continued to keep his gaze, I started to stroke it with my thumb, even though his lips were almost forming the word "No" and there was a just perceptible sideways motion of his head as if he really wanted to shake it in disapproval but was afraid to. He couldn't control his body, though, like most men, especially young men, and as I continued to tease his dick I felt it start to swell and expand to my touch. It was exciting to push his 'skin back with my thumb and feel his moist dick head - one of the advantages of the uncut, I think, is the way their heads are always so appealingly moist and shiny when exposed. But I did not want to linger unnecessarily, and reached under him to cup his balls in the palm of my hand - nice, well rounded balls hanging in a loose sac, as I prefer. Of course I did not much like the wiry hairs covering his balls, but that would soon be attended to and I knew that the next time I was stroking these parts of him I would be a much pleasanter experience for me.
Reaching up I put my hands on his waist once more, and then pushed him away from me gently so I could take a longer-distance view of him. He saw me looking at his erect dick and blushed deeply, but I said quietly "Turn around, boy", and then, when he had done so, "Hands on your head."
He had that almost perfect male shape, which is so often most noticeable in the younger male - wide shoulders topping a body tapering down to the waist, with the buttocks then flaring agreeably. His spine was nicely visible, always something I like, and the point at the base of it where the ass crack starts seemed almost perfect - so often a man has a large flat area there, and this spoils it a little for me. He was just on that cusp of manhood where he'd lost the scrawniness of youth and was gaining the proper musculature of manhood, and I knew that provided I kept him properly exercised and fed he could be like this for many years - so often men either let themselves go so that their wastes thicken, or, conversely, they thrash around in the gym so much that ugly layers of muscle can spoil the perfection of the natural male form. I was determined that neither of these things should happen to Dan, and looked forward to many hours of pleasure from the sight of him in the following years.
I commanded him to turn around again, and saw that his erection was failing. He stood there uncertainly in front of me, arms loosely at his sides. "Very nice", I commented. "I enjoyed seeing you at my pool last week, and did not imagine that I would have the satisfaction of owning you. But I would like to see you erect again, as I did not see you moving around with an erection a moment ago."
"Please, sir, please, no...."
I pointed at Steve, who was standing quietly to the side, having taken up the correct "slave rest" position as you would expect a well trained slave would. His hands clasped neatly behind him caused an agreeable tension in his body muscles, and I smiled inwardly as I noted that the sight of the boy had evidently been as arousing to him as it was to me, as his dick was sticking out at right angles to his body, ramrod straight.
"Now Daniel, I don't want us to start off in the wrong way - I don't like having to order punishment for my slaves, as I would prefer them to obey willingly and naturally. You do not, I am sure, want me to order Steve there to spank you again, do you? Look at Steve there - he's erect, and he's not ashamed of it... are you, Steve?"
"Sir, no, sir!"
"You see, Daniel, it is perfectly natural for my slaves to be naked and erect in front of me if I so desire. So please avoid the necessity for punishment, and do as I say!"
Slowly, as if he needed to unfreeze his limbs gradually, Daniel reached down and began to stroke his dick. He was blushing furiously, and I could see more sweat breaking out all over him - sweat caused not by the effort of his physical exertions, but by the tension he was under, I supposed. Finally he stood there, his dick jutting out from him, way above the horizontal as is do often the case with younger men. I commanded him to turn to the side, and then to the other, not only so that I could enjoy seeing how his dick bobbed up and down as he did so, but also to get him used to the idea that he should move around like that in front of me as I watched. He needed to get rid of those silly inhibitions that so many young men have about not allowing older men to enjoy the sight of them in the glory of their youth.
"Excellent, Dan. Now, it seems I am the odd man out here - I'm the only one with my clothes on, and my next use of your body requires my dick...."
As I said this I saw him shudder in alarm, but he said nothing and watched like a rabbit caught in the headlights as I started to unbutton my shirt.
I use Steve as a valet sometimes, especially when I'm travelling and only want to take one slave with me, and so he knows what to do. As soon as I began to undress he efficiently and silently moved over and helped me, taking my shirt and folding it neatly. He then dropped to his knees to undo my belt and unzip my pants and to help me out of them, followed by my boxer shorts, as I put one hand on his strong muscled shoulder to steady myself. All the time I could see Dan watching almost in horror at the way this big man bent himself to perform these intimate services for me so willingly.
For an older man I am in good shape, as I've told you.
I'm tall and well muscled, and the rigorous exercise I do with Steve and the iron control I exert over myself to stop myself overindulging in food and alcohol has meant that I have not thickened with the years. My hair shows my true age, of course, as the thatch on my chest and belly and the bush around my pubes shows signs of grey, but otherwise I would put many men half my age to shame. It doesn't matter, of course, as a master can never have anything to be ashamed of in front of his slaves, and I could have stripped in front of them without hesitation even if I'd had wizened, shrivelled muscles and a huge sagging belly and tits. But I do travel, and I like think that in hotels where I go to use the communal exercise rooms and pools, I still cut a figure that I can be proud of - indeed, I know this to be true, as I've never had any problem in attracting much younger men back to my room once they've seen what I have to offer! I don't have that perfect "finish" that Steve has, but then I am at least fifteen years older than he is, and, of course, I do have real work to do - my sole purpose is not to keep my body a that peek of perfection that a maser expects from a slave who is a personal trainer.
I put my arm companionably around Dan's shoulders and pulled him closer to me - he seemed reluctant to let his bare skin make contact with mine, but the firm pressure I exerted was enough to prevent him moving away as with my left hand again I reached down and across his body to shake his erect dick. "Very nice, boy", I complimented him. "We'll make sure it's in good working order in a few minutes, but first I want to explore this a little more...." As I was speaking I'd allowed my hand to fall down from his shoulder to rest on his butt, and I gently pushed the tips of my fingers into his crack.
"No, please sir, don't.... I'm not a fag, sir... I've never taken dick...."
"You've never been with another man? Not even done a bit of mutual jerking off? Not your buddies at High School? Your team mates in that soccer team your father said you were in? Not your roomie, even when you'd had a few beers...?
"No, sir. I don't go with men at all, sir."
I laughed quietly and calmly. "No, Dan, you're wrong there. You mean 'I used not to go with men, sir'. Remember, you're a slave now, and you have no choice in the matter. You do as I say. Why do you think I keep a slave like Steve here as a personal trainer? Do you think that's his only purpose in life?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Well, let me tell you, when I first bought Steve he too said he never took dick or went with men. But as Steve will tell you, that didn't matter - it's only me who gets to choose what he does, and if I choose to make him take dick, then that is what he does. You'll soon get used to it, just as Steve has - although as I'm sure he'll tell you, he still doesn't like it all that much. But it's just not relevant - a slave obeys, remember? Nevertheless, there are some parts of man to man sex Steve has really come to enjoy, as I think you'll find out..... And no doubt there will be aspects of it that will interest you, too."
As I was saying this I continued to lead him over towards the bed, and once we got to it I sat him down, then gently pushed him so that he was lying on his back, and helped him roll over onto his front so that his buttocks were conveniently at the edge of the bed and his feet rested on the ground.
It's much easier to fuck a slave when he's on a "horse", as I'm sure all my readers will know - especially when it's the slave's first time. Not only can you adjust it to get the slave's ass at exactly the right height (assuming you've spent the money on a fully adjustable model, that is!), but having the straps and attachments allows you to take even the most violent slave with absolutely no risk to yourself. Indeed, I quite like a very reluctant slave and for them I always make sure they are only loosely attached to the horse by the wrist and ankle restraints, so that their bodies are free to thrash around under me. Not only does it make for more excitement to have a "buckaroo", as we tend to call it around here, but the slave gets to learn better that he has no free will any longer. If he's strapped down completely with the shoulder and belly straps, I find that he gets resigned to his fate as he knows it's inevitable and he doesn't "blame himself" quite as much. But seeing that he can struggle as much as he likes and it's totally futile, my dick entering him makes him feel utterly subdued and controlled.
Still, the "horse" is a little traumatic for most slaves, especially young virgin ones; and I rather relished the prospect of having a lithe, fit young guy in my bed, as I've told you. So young Dan was going to get his first real experience of proper sex on the bed. It was a little concerning, as although I'm taller and heavier than he is, these very young men can often have surprising power in their bodies, and I thought that Dan might anyway have experience of physical violence from his soccer team activities. Everything screamed caution at me, except that my desire to split those delightful buttocks and thrust my cock home deep inside him for the first time was overpowering.
As he lay there, I gently ran my hands over his butt as I sat beside him, noticing the deeper-hued patches from Steve' earlier spanking. "Now, Dan, I'm going to fuck you. And we can do it in two ways..."
"No, please, sir...."
I slapped him then - not as hard as Steve had done, but hard enough to make him yelp at the sheer unexpectedness of it.
"Silence! A slave needs to learn not to interrupt his master. Now as I said, I'm going to fuck you. That's not negotiable. But we can do it two ways - I can treat you gently and carefully and do it slowly and gently, just as if you were my own son who I was introducing to the delights of proper man to man interaction. Or you can decide that you're going to struggle and fight, and then I'll have to have Steve here hold you down whilst I do it hard and brutally.
Now personally I don't care which way it is - my dick gets up your ass either way, and I'm equally happy with a slow, gentle fuck, or the excitement of a
more vigorous thrusting as I rape you. You can choose - the only thing you can't choose is to remain a virgin - that's not a n option for a young male slave of mine."
He turned his head and face towards me, looking the picture of misery, somehow seeming to make his body look as small as possible. He made no comment, so I said "Very well then, we'll start slow and gentle, as this is your first time But if you show any resistance, any resistance at all, Steve here will grab you and beat you."
As I said this, I moved my hand down on to his butt and gently pried the two halves apart. He wriggled uncomfortably on the bed, but I persisted, and was rewarded by my first sight of his asshole, the neat pucker lying dark against the stark whiteness of his skin. His crack was filled with his jet black hairs, of course, which somewhat spoiled it for me, but this could be attended to later - I had decided to allow him to remain hairy generally, but I like all my slaves to have clean-shaven asses and balls as it makes the sensation so much nicer for me.
I put my finger to my lips and slathered it with spit, and then went and teased his pucker as I kept his crack open with my other hand. He wriggled and squirmed a little and gave a short sigh, and I smiled inwardly - like so many men who protest that they do not take dick, young Dan was beginning to find that it was an unexpected pleasure to have his asshole played with. I sometimes think that one of the benefits that slavery has delivered to our society is that so many more men have been given the opportunity of finding out that dicks and assholes are perfectly made for each other. They get to enjoy proper sex - and not just when a master, rightly, decides to use the slave as I did Steve and Dan: No, I knew that almost all the coffled niggas working in my fields, and all the men slaving in my factories and warehouses, had discovered that sex with their fellow slaves was totally enjoyable. Indeed, it was one of the few pleasures available to them, I suppose, as they are not allowed TV or things like that.
I wriggled my finger a little in his hole, drew it out to lubricate it with more of my spit and went in again, and then, as the boy continued to relax , I gradually managed to get a second finger in, and to start to massage and stretch him gradually All the time he was sighing and moaning gently at this thrilling new experience, and I had the added satisfaction of not only enjoying his body, but of knowing that I was beginning to train him to recognise his own sensuality. I suppose I could have hurried it along a bit, but to tell you the truth I was rather enjoying this leisurely exploration of his neat buttocks - the last time I'd taken a slave's cherry in here I'd had Steve jerk off and use his cum to stretch and lubricate the slave for me as I'd been in a bit of a hurry, but somehow this "natural" method, with me totally focussed on the movements of the slave under my hands, seemed now more enjoyable and relaxing for me.
My dick was almost painful as it was straining so hard, and although I could have gone on toying with the boy for much longer, I decided that actin was needed. I stood up, pushed my arm under Dan's belly and lifted him gently so that his butt was high in the air on the edge of the bed. With my other hand I pushed his shoulders down on to the bedcover, making reassuring noises as I did so and telling him to stay like that. I spread his butt again, and now I began to stroke the tip of my dick up and down his crack - it was almost too much for me, and I had to really try to restrain myself to stop myself from shooting my load there and then, so intense and arousing was it. I would have liked to spend a lot longer at it, but felt I needed to press on, and so positioned my dick at his pucker: thus sending fresh thrills of pleasure sensation through me. I pushed gently.
As I'm sure we all know it's difficult, really difficult, to get in! That first centimetre or so when the asshole has to accept the dick head is always the most difficult, and I find it really helps to grasp my dick firmly in my hand to stop it "buckling".
Dan was moaning now quite audibly, but you need to press on, don't you? And so I thrust forward from the hip, all the time revelling at the feeling of his warm moistness, until he gave way and I popped in.
Look, here are all sorts of ways of fucking a guy then, aren't there? You can just push on and get the whole dick inside him in one smooth go - that always produces a lot of shouting and screaming, I find, but it's very satisfying for me. But in line with my intention of introducing Dan to it gently, I calmed myself and began to inch slowly in to him, with frequent pauses to allow him to recover. He was sweat profusely and moaning gently, but soon I had reached my objective - I knew he must be feeling my wiry pubes against the tender places on his butt where Steve's hand had slammed in to him. There's something very special about the feeling of a tight, virgin asshole surrounding your dick, I always find, and I was happy to rest there for several seconds just savouring it.
I started to fuck him then, very slowly and gently so as no to alarm him or hurt him too much, and after a few strokes I pushed his body forward, collapsing him down to lie flat on the bed, so that I could in turn lay my body mostly on top of his and begin a series of short, quick stabs at him. He did find this "uncomfortable", shall we say, if not actually painful, and he began to shout as I worked away. I don't like to hear a slave expressing pain like that, so I reached forward and pushed his head down into the bed cover, to stifle the sounds. The sheer weight of my body probably helped , too, as he almost certainly found it difficult to breathe fully with me right on top of him.
Sadly, my pleasure was cut short: as much as I wanted to go on and on fucking him, I couldn't: my body betrayed me as I felt the tension and excitement building inside me, and I couldn't prevent myself from pumping my cum deep inside him all too soon. I rested then, keeping my dick buried in his lovely young butt, but taking some of my weight on my elbows to help him breathe more easily. I nuzzled at his neck, tasting the delightful saltiness of his sweat as he lay under me, and whispered into his ear "OK, boy?"
There was a sound of a sob, almost, in his voice, as he grudgingly acknowledged "Yes, sir, I guess so...."
I wondered what to do then. Normally, I let Steve fuck the slave immediately afterwards, so that he understands that I really am totally in control of his body. But there was something about this young guy that was particularly appealing, and I wanted to enjoy this fresh virgin body a little more. So I slowly pulled out of him, told him to remain where he was, and strode into my bathroom to wash my dick - it's always a problem when you take a slave like that unexpectedly, as I hate my dick being covered in shit.
It's not a problem for my regular slaves like Steve, of course, as they know they are expected to be squeaky clean inside as well as outside when they come into my presence. Still, the "surprise" element in taking Dan fresh, before he'd experienced even an enema hose, outweighed the slight inconvenience
I called to Steve to come into the bathroom and fetch a cloth, and then I watched as he knelt, pried Dan's butt apart again, and gave him a good clean up - it does Steve good to be made to do something really demeaning like that every now and then, as he can easily become obsessed with his own power and strength, and imagine that he's somehow "special" to me and not "just another slave". I expected it would make Dan feel humiliated, too, to have another man wipe his ass as if he was still a kid. He needed to be clean, of course, as even though I enjoy the general tastes and smells of men and sex, I do find shit to be rather distasteful. Still, with both of us nicely clean, I had no hesitation in pulling the bedcovers aside, leaping into the bed, and then pulling Dan in with me.
I had him face me, his head resting on my out-flung arm so that his nose would be assailed by the smell of my sweat from my pit, and I wrapped my legs around his, revelling in the feeling of the hairs on them as they slid over my own. As I've said, one of the things I find attractive about men is brown eyes, and now I was rewarded with the sight of his, staring out at me trough his long, curling lashes. "So, Dan, your first sex..."
"No, sir, I've got a girlfriend..."
"You had a girlfriend, Dan. Had one: but you're now a slave, and a slave has only what his master provides. So are you telling me you fucked her?"
His reaction was a mixture of shame and pride. "Yes, sir..... Of course."
"So now you know what it's like to take dick, Dan. You won't be fucking women again, as I like my personal slaves to be totally focused on my needs, and I need them to be properly skilled in real sex, man to man sex, that is.."
"Are you going to fuck me again then, sir?"
"Yes, Dan. And Steve is going to. And some of my friends who like a little relaxation after dinner. But all in due time - you'll soon get to enjoy it, believe me. All men do."
He began to look panicky, and so I squeezed his dick reassuringly and said quietly "There's nothing to be worried about - it's all perfectly natural. I mean, look at Steve there - you couldn't see a nicer looking guy, could you? And you'll soon get to like his dick inside you. I don't always want to fuck myself, but I like to see a little action if there's nothing on TV, so I expect you'll soon get to enjoy performing for me. And, of course, I'll have you fuck Steve sometimes, as I'd like to see that, too.... You can tell me afterwards if his ass is as much pleasure as that ex-girlfriend of yours."
As I said this, I saw Steve almost glare at me, before he recovered his composure and resumed the stony-faced look that a good slave should always have as it is not "done" for a slave to be seen to be listening to his master's conversation with third parties - or, at least, not to react to them! I was amused, as I knew how much Steve liked to fuck, but how he hated taking dick and only did so from me as I was his master. There was scope for some creative interactions here, I thought, and the future promised to be amusing.
Dan moved to make himself more comfortable on my arm, and I continued to fondle his dick. He was rampantly erect, and I smiled at him. "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, sir! It almost hurts, sir! I couldn't do it yesterday or this morning as I was in an open cell at the police station, and the deputies could all see what I was doing."
"A young guy like you must be pretty desperate, then...."
He grinned. Clearly his embarrassment at being with a man, a much older man, was evaporating! I raked my finger nail over his piss lit, causing him to squirm agreeably against me.
"OK, then, Dan. I'll let you do it. But remember now that you're a slave, in general you can only have sex when I give permission. But I'm in a good mood after fucking you, and I'd like to see you cum...."
His look of bravado evaporated. "You mean you're going to watch me, sir...?"
"Better than that! I think you deserve better than a session with your own hand."
I looked away, and saw Steve standing there, dick still rock hard, and now did I detect some tiny jewel of pre-cum on the tip? "Steve, get over here, and wrap that mouth of yours around Dan's dick - the poor guy hasn't been able to cum since before yesterday, and I expect you remember what that is like at his age...."
A look of pure hate flickered over Steve's face, but only for an instant. As I've told you, he's totally, pathetically grateful to me for rescuing him from the mines, and he's never going to do anything, or say anything, or show any emotion that might upset me as he's absolutely terrified of being sent back. So with a fixed, false faint smile on his lips he came over to the bed and went to pull the covers back.
"No, idiot! I'm sweating, and I don't want to be uncovered! Come up from the bottom!"
I almost laughed as I saw Steve kneel at the base of the bed, then pick up the sheets and cover and start to "tunnel" his way up to us! There was something delightfully sensual about feeling his head pushing past our legs and feeling the heat of his skin against us, and then he groped around in the dark, feeling for Dan's dick. I saw the look of alarm, on the boy's face change to one of excitement, and then of pleasure, as Steve got started. I could feel Steve's shoulders heaving as he worked away, but suddenly flung the covers aside to look down at him. "Stop as he's about to cum, Steve! I want to see it - don't you dare swallow it..."
Steve was jealous of Dan already, I suspect - a few moments later he pulled his head up off the boy's dick, and started to beat at it vigorously with his hands. I felt Dan's body stiffen against mine and then arch upwards as he shouted aloud as he shot - but Steve didn't stop wanking him, and his hand carried on, trying to squeeze the last few drops out of Dan. Poor Dan was one of those guys whose dick is incredibly sensitive after sex, evidently, as he desperately tried to stop Steve, shouting, thrusting his body around, and scrabbling frantically at Steve's strong arm as it carried on its remorseless action on his dick, and all the time shouting and moaning with it all.
When it all finally stopped and Dan and Steve's breathing had returned to normal, Dan looked really embarrassed as his belly and chest were now covered with his own cum which was lying in big slashes and blotches all over him, matting the black hairs on his body. I kicked at Steve to indicate to him that he was to get out of the bed, and then pulled the covers back up over Dan and me, and pulled his body close to mine once more so that his cum almost acted like glue to stick us together. We lay there, and he began to laugh gently as his tension eased, and I enjoyed the scent of his sweat mingling with his cum as it wafted up out of the bed at us.
The poor lad was still upset by his enslavement, though, and was clearly worried about his father, as his sleep was very troubled. I had decided to keep him in my bed as it was a long time since I'd had the tender, firm flesh of a young man cupped against me all night, and we drifted off to sleep with me spooned up against his back and one of my arms curled over him to hold him there against me. I'm a light sleeper and his almost constant movements were somewhat annoying, but he also cried out several times in his sleep, and I did begin to feel a little sorry for him. Still, there was the consolation of having his firm young butt that my dick could nestle in, and as I moved my hand down across his belly as we lay there, I could feel his solid erection as he dreamed. I was so tempted to jerk him off in his sleep, and looking back on it, can't now remember why I did not, and contented myself with letting fingers idly play with his dick.
I normally have Steve sleep in my room as it's convenient for him to be close should I decide to fuck him if I wake, but he's not normally allowed in my bed as he's just too big and bulky, and I can't nestle against him as I could with Dan. He therefore had to sleep wrapped up in a blanket on the carpet, as he usually did, and I could tell by the way that he was looking at Dan as I cradled him against me that Steve was not pleased by the arrival of my new slave.
End Of Part Two