Steve's First Job by Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 9
Stu: I had to stop that last note to you as I broke out in a sweat as I thought about the shame of failing to perform in front of those eight big tough slaves - I'd lose all their respect, as I bet they never did anything like that (or, if they did, it would have been in the privacy of their own bedrooms and they'd never tell their buddies about it). And then as my mind raced through what happened next, I got such a fucking erection that I just had to jerk off - and as you know (or perhaps you don't!) it's not a good idea to do that at the PC as if you shoot cum all over the keyboard it drips down inside and it's really gross!
Anyway, I had this terrible dilemma - I really wanted to take Chad's cherry and see what sex with a guy the same age was like. But I hated the idea of all the other slaves laughing at me if I failed! I mean, it's bad enough if you were just having sex with a guy in private and your erection failed, but to have it happen with an audience would be so shameful. I'd almost decided to give up the idea and just go and jerk off by myself, when it occurred to me that I could, after all, take Chad to my room in the BDQ and fuck him privately. But then, he'd probably struggle as he wouldn't be there voluntarily, and I wasn't sure I could subdue him as he'd put on a fair bit of muscle and was almost certainly fitter and stronger than me! And what would happen if, instead, he decided to turn the tables and fuck me? I wasn't going to be raped again, as Matt had done, even though it might not be such a problem with Chad as his dick was more like yours, Stu, and not so very, very thick as Matt's had been. Still, if I subdued him in some way, that would be the ideal solution: I could always cuff him, I suppose, and I really didn't want to do that as I wanted to enjoy his body just s if he was like you and me. For that reason, too, I didn't really want to bring the portable horse into my room and fuck him on that - not even "buckaroo". I was still thinking it through when I got to the cage, and there they all were: I'd almost given up on the idea of fucking at all that night, but when I saw all their bodies together again, my enthusiasm was aroused (I mean, my dick was!). As soon as two saw me he shouted at the other slaves to stop what they were doing and line up neatly at the bars - he was like that, as he always thought that I wanted an "inspection", whereas I'd have been happy just to stand there and watch some of them fucking away. It semed a shame, almost, to get them to stand there with their dicks jutting out in frustration, when they'd have rather carried on fucking and I'd have rather they did, too. But it's one of those disadvantages of an "officer" having a "sergeant" doing most of the control of the "troopers", I suppose.
Even though I'd been wavering, once I saw Chad standing there my resolution firmed (along with my dick, again!). I went and undid the cage and called two out, and stood there talking to him privately so that the other slaves should not hear. I told him I intended to take Chad's cherry that night, and asked him if he remembered how I'd taken his. When he nodded, I went on "So you know that being strapped on to the horse, with all the other guys watching, isn't really very great... Will you help me avoid that, two, by holding Chad down for me, if he needs it?". He shook his head, and my anger blazed for an instant. "You're a fucking slave, two, and don't forget it!", I snapped, "And if I tell you to do something, you do it, or suffer the consequences. I was telling you nicely that I wanted you to help me to take Chad's cherry, and you're refusing?". He looked a bit contrite, actually, as he mumbled "I'm sorry, sir, but... Well... You can't ask a guy to help you rape another one, sir....". I was really cross now, but I held my temper and told him that firstly, it wasn't rape, as Chad was a slave, secondly that he, two, was a slave, and had better do as he was ordered, and that thirdly, if he'd thought about it at all, instead of reacting stupidly, he'd see that he was helping Chad. "It's inevitable that I'm going to take his cherry, two", I finished, "So wouldn't it be better for Chad to have it happen with you there to help him get through it, rather than being strapped to the horse?" I didn't really give him time to react, and changed my tone to one of command, gave him the keys and told him to unlock the cage and get Chad out.
I strode across the yard towards the BDQ followed by two and Chad, and I noticed that two had his arm draped protectively around Chad's shoulders. Once up in my room I ordered two to stand quietly by the door and not do anything unless ordered, and then told Chad to stand close to me and undress me. He looked startled at first - as startled as you did, Stu, on that first time I told you to take my clothes off - and then we were naked together. If it wasn't for his all-over tan, the metal cock ring glinting in his pubes (which were re-growing), and his slave collar, we could have been two ordinary guys our age. I went to kiss him, but he pulled away, and I had to put out my arm and almost wrap it around him to pull us close.
My dick was excited and I could feel it stabbing at him as he almost struggled to prevent our bodies touching, but then I realised he was the same way - his dick was poking at my belly, so I knew he must be at least a little turned on. With my other hand around the back of his head I pulled him closer and went to kiss him again, and he almost whispered "No, please.... I don't kiss guys...". "You mean you used not to kiss guys, Chad", I whispered back, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. "Now you do as you're told. Get your mouth open!".
He was so like you, Stu! Once my tongue was in his mouth, he just couldn't help responding, and I was soon running my hand up and down his back, and grabbing his butt, as I eagerly anticipated the delights to come as I carried on kissing him. Then I pushed him away, and said "On your knees, Chad!". He obeyed, as he was used to kneeling to be fed and when I ordered the slaves to jerk off, but now as I moved my dick towards his mouth, he started to lean backwards and whispered "No, please, no....". I ignored him, and pushed my dick at his mouth, and then when he didn't respond, I swung it and hit him on both cheeks, then trailed it around his face, holding the head under his nose so that he could smell me. With one hand behind his head I stepped forward a little and began to rub my pubes all over his face, so that his nose was plunged between my dick and balls, and then I relaxed a bit and again presented my dick to his mouth. "Open your mouth, you little fucker!", I said rather more forcibly now, and as he did, I pushed my dick in. You know how it is with inexperienced guys, Stu - or perhaps you don't, as we never got this far and I don't suppose you've been with anyone else since - but they don't remember to keep their teeth out of the way and so I had to tell him about that and how he'd be punished if they as such as scraped my sensitive skin again! I pushed in and out of him once or twice, but it wasn't all that much fun - he needed proper training, to be enthusiastic when sucking, and to learn not to gag when more than a couple of inches of my dick was in him. I didn't want to waste time with all that now, as if I decided to have sex with him regularly I could soon teach him to be properly responsive to me, so I told him to get up, and lie on the bed.
I lay beside him, and began to kiss him again, stroking his dick as I did so and hearing him moan. He was getting a bit turned on by me as we worked away, and he even began to respond to the kisses with his own tongue. His dick was so hard and throbbing in my hand that I knew the time was coming, so I rolled him over on to his back and began to help him jerk at himself, holding his hand as he worked away at it. I could see his eyes start to roll and his breathing to deepen as his climax approached, and then he shot, all over his belly. He wanted to stop, but the pressure of my hand kept him going and now he was thrashing his head form side to side and arching his back slightly as he moaned "No, no, no...." - he's one of those guys whose dick is evidently very, very sensitive after they've shot their first load: but it is important they learn to keep on milking themselves to get fully drained, I think. He lay there then, slightly panting, and I pulled myself close to him. "Right, Chad, now we've got some lube, it's time to get you ready...." He was so naive that he didn't understand, and looked puzzled. "You've got to get lubed up, Chad, as I'm going to fuck you.". He started to say "No, please...", but I had already covered my fingers in some of the cum which had conveniently pooled in his navel, and I was already scratching gently at his hole, pushing to gain entry.
"NO, please, NO!" he almost shouted, and sat up, pushing at my hand to stop me.
"I was going to do this as if you were a buddy, Chad", I told him, "But as you seem determined to be stupid.... Get over here, two!" Two came over to the bed, and I told him to kneel between Chad's legs and get him stretched and lubed. Chad tried saying "No, no, no", again and again, but two, who had at first looked a bit rebellious before he saw the stern look I gave him, just went at it: the big guy knelt there and began to push his fingers up the young guy's ass, using his other hand on Chad's belly, to hold him down. Two didn't have to force Chad to lie there or anything - it was as if the insistent pressure of his hand, from a guy who was normally in charge of him, was sufficient. Chad was moaning now as two continued to work away, and when I saw that he'd got three fingers in so Chad must be ready, I gestured for him to move away and I now knelt between Chad's legs. I lifted one ankle and pushed it forward, telling Chad to grab hold of it, and then the other, so his ass was exposed to me - it was a great sight, the firm thigh and butt muscles holding the young skin taut, and the neat darker pink pucker waiting there, gleaming with the cum from its lubrication. I shuffled forward and positioned my dick head on it, and was about to push forward when Chad let go of his legs and tried to sit up, crying "No, no!". Once sitting, he kind of scooted away from me, up the bed, to rest against the headboard.
"I'm going to fuck you, Chad!", I told him. "Now lie down again, and let's have none of this nonsense!! Hew just sat there, shaking his head, defying me, and I began to worry that I was going to have to really punish him if I allowed this disobedience to go on any longer - remember, I wanted to enjoy this slave, not just do it as a matter of duty! I got up off the bed, then told two to lie there on his back and to put Chad between his legs. The big slave did as he was commanded, tugging at Chad so that he was sitting between two's open legs as two lay there. "Hold him back", I said to two, and "Keep his legs apart with yours", and, interestingly, Chad seemed to offer little resistance as two put an arm around his chest and pulled his body back so he was lying on two. There was a bit of grappling then as two kind of got his massive legs on top of Chad's so that Chad had to keep them apart, and finally I went and knelt there again.
It was kind of interesting, actually - having two there, visible underneath Chad's body semed to add to the excitement I was feeling as I pushed my dick into him. It was absolutely amazing - well, it was tight, really tight, and his ass gripped my dick and sent waves of excitement through me. But to know that I was the first, and that this guy was utterly under my control now added to my excitement. He was moaning and groaning as you do when a dick bludgeons past the sensitive membranes of your sphincter, and then, as my excitement mounted and I started to lose control, thrusting faster and faster and harder and harder, Chad began to shout and almost scream. There was nothing he could do about it, of course, but he tried to, writhing and moving against the pressure of two's arms and legs holding him there as I moved as close to him as I could so that I could bury the entire length of my dick in him. I was so turned on, Stu, especially when I began to get that wonderful aching sensation in my nuts as they slammed against Chad's body. And then it was over - it only felt like a couple of minutes, but I think I was actually fucking for more like eight or nine before I shot a huge load up into him. I fell forward on to Chad then, feeling his hot, sweaty body against mine, and it wasn't clear to me whose heart was racing the fastest, or whose breathing was the most ragged.
I lay there for a couple of minutes, just enjoying that incredible feeling of closeness to another guy after you've fucked, even if he is a slave! Oh, I do wish we'd got that far, Stu!. Then I pulled out of him, and sat up. I nodded at them, to show two that he could let Chad sit up too, and Chad sat there just looking dazed. My dick was covered in cum and sweat, of course, so I got to my feet and went and stood by two's head as he lay there. "Open up, two", I said conversationally, "...and clean me up." I saw it then, Stu - a look of defiance, only for a second or so, before two's good sense got the better of him and he began to lick at my dick to clean me. And I'm sure I saw something approaching contempt, too. Chad was watching all this, and when two had finished, I told him to go and lie face down with his belly on the bed and his feet on the floor. Chad seemed amazed as I sauntered across towards two with my cane, and brought it down hard, twice, once on each of his muscular ass cheeks. Two cried out with each stroke and his body tried to surge forward across the bed, as if to avoid me. But I only gave him those two strokes, and then I stood there, allowing my fingers to trace the bright red lines that had formed across two's butt.
"That's a lesson for you, Chad", I said quietly. "Two cleaned me off as instructed, but he wasn't enthusiastic! A slave needs to learn not only to obey, but to obey totally and completely. It's a privilege to have your master's dick offered to you, and two knows that. He should be setting you a good example, and because he only obeyed grudgingly, I had to punish him. Let's see if he does better this time...." I changed my tone, and said to two "Right, I've been doing all the work here. Now I'm going to lie and watch a little spectacle - fuck Chad for me, two. Good and hard. And with enthusiasm, please.... I don't want to have to punish Chad if I'm not turned on by seeing him fucked, if you understand me." I knew that two could take a caning, of course, so it was no use me threatening to punish him if he didn't fuck Chad "properly" - he didn't like the cane physically but could stand the pain, and it was more the humiliation for two that concerned him. But once he heard that I intended to cane Chad if two didn't perform well, that was different - two knew that it was inevitable tat Chad would get fucked again, so he'd be intent on making ure that when it happened at least Chad wouldn't be punished afterwards.
I lay there propped up against the head board and played with my dick as two moved swiftly to obey me. He decided to take Chad doggy fashion, and soon had the lad kneeling on the bed, with his face pressed down into the mattress. Two was so sexually accomplished - he's physically superb, of course, but he has a way of controlling things, and even though Chad shouted, moaned and screamed as two's massive dick first penetrated him and then began to give him a hard, fast fucking, two was totally in command. He had one of his big hands on Chad's neck so he couldn't raise his shoulders, and wit the other he alternated between pulling Chad's body back towards him as the fucking proceeded, and just letting it hang loosely by his die as he worked away.
When he'd finished, two pulled out and then just knelt there, his big detumescing dick hanging over Chad who was still lying on his face. He'd shouted and moaned as two had fucked him, but now he was silent and I called to him to come and lie by me. Slowly, he raised himself to his knees and then, not looking at two, he stretched himself out by my side. I threw one leg companionably over him, enjoying the feel of his dick on my thigh, and put out an arm to go under his head, so he could rest against my shoulder - I'd often wished that you and me could have been together like that, Stu, but after we'd jerked off, it was always as if you were somehow guilty about having enjoyed yourself and wanted just to get up and pull your shorts back on. Two continued to kneel there, and now he was looking at us.
"You OK?", I asked Chad, and he muttered "I guess so."
I smiled at him, and gave him a gentle squeeze. "That was your first time, wasn't it? And now you've had two guys fucking you." He nodded a "yes", and I said casually "And I suppose you've never had sex....?" He looked surprised, as he muttered "Oh yes, sir. I had a girlfriend - well, several, actually.". I smiled again. "No, I mean proper sex, sex with another guy.". He was like you, Stu, it turns out: he'd had some jerking off with his buddies, but that was as far as it went as he'd started to fuck girls. Well, not like you, I suppose, as you're "saving yourself"!
Chad shook his head, and I saw that this was a way to further my control of him, and at the same time to make two understand that he was just something that I could use, as I wanted. I snapped at two to lie on the bed, at the end, so that he was facing me, with his feet on the ground. Then I almost pushed Chad away, saying "OK, now's your chance to find out what it's all about really - get and fuck two for me." Two had by this time rested his head on his crossed arms in an attitude of total relaxation, as he obviously thought that after holding Chad down for me, and then fucking him himself, his part in the night's proceedings were over. But now his head came up, and for an instant I thought he was going to protest - but all he did was flash me a look of almost pure hatred. He knew it was useless to argue, but clearly he didn't like what was about to happen to him. It was Chad who objected - he called out "No, please, sir, no - I can't do that."
"Why not?", I asked, and he blurted out a whole lot of stuff about respecting two, having two as his friend, two had protected him from the other slaves.... Until I said simply "Stop! All this is irrelevant, Chad. I've told you to fuck two, and you will. You're a slave, and slaves obey, and that's all there is to it.
Now get down there, spread his butt, get yourself boned up, and in you go!" He just stood there, looking at me, saying "No, please, no.....", so I got up off the bed and crossed the room, very conscious that both slaves were watching my dick bob up and down as I did so - the excitement of the moment had made me spring a boner, of course.
Two more bright red stripes appeared across two's butt, each accompanied by a satisfying grunt from two to indicate that they were really hurting him and that he was trying to not show it. "I'll carry on caning two, shall I, Chad? I'll give him one stroke every minute until your body is covering his butt and I can't get at it.... Fuck him, or have him caned. It's your choice."
I ought to write a book about controlling slaves, Stu, as it's so easy once you get the hang of it! Before I could raise my cane again Chad was standing there, behind two, looking really nervous. I had to tell him to start jerking himself off to make him throw a boner - I can't imagine why, as I found the thought of this young guy about to fuck big, strong two so erotic that my own dick was almost shooting off all by itself! Then he had to be told to stand in-between two's legs and kick them apart a bit. He stabbed ineffectually at two's ass until I pointed out that with a deep, muscular "bubble" butt like two's you needed to pry it apart a bit with your hands to reveal the pucker. He was hopeless even then, though, and almost in desperation I went and stood behind him, took hold of his dick and positioned it right at two's entrance, and then pushed forward against Chad to make him go in! His dick started to bend a bit, and it needed some encouragement, so I moved away and slapped him hard on his butt, which seemed to do the trick - you know how it is: once you can get even a little bit of your dick head in, it's so much easier to make the rest follow. Oh no, I forgot, you don't know how it is, Stu! Well, it is.
I put my hand on his hips and pulled him backwards and forwards at first until he'd got the hang of it, but then, once the sensations took over, he seemed to be quite enjoying it as he gave two what I can only characterise as a "good hard fucking" - no finesse to it at all, just good, solid hard pounding with the whole length of his dick, his body making a most satisfactory slapping sound each time it hit two's butt.
When he'd finished, I wondered if I should complete two's humiliation by making him kneel and clean Chad's dick. I let two know it was within my power to do this by joking that Chad might now enjoy the feeling of two's big tongue around his dick and balls, but then said that I was in a hurry, so Chad should go into the bathroom and clean himself up. When he was in there I told two to come and lie next to me, and instead of curling up in his arm as might have been expected as he was so much bigger than I was, I deliberately stretched out my arm so that he had to cradle his head on it, and I threw my leg across his belly and dick, as he'd seen me do to Chad only a few minutes before. I knew that, subconsciously at least, I was relegating this big powerful man to the status of a much weaker nineteen year old. I reached across and tweaked two's big tit playfully as it lay conveniently close, and looked deep into his eyes. "I do worry about you, two", I said quietly, so that only he and I could hear. "Every time I think I have you properly tamed and that you truly understand that you're a slave, you do something stupid. I saw that look in your eyes when I ordered you to clean me up. And that's why I wanted to see what you would do when I ordered Chad to fuck you - you don't like taking dick, I know, and you never do from any of the other slaves. It was good for you that you did not deliberately disobey me physically, as I'd then have needed to have you flogged. But I saw the look in your eyes and it was one of pure hatred for me. That's not good enough, two. I don't only want your complete physical obedience to my orders, but you have to want to obey me, too. If you don't understand that, or can't implement it, I'm afraid that there will be a lot more trouble for you.". At that moment Chad came back, so I leaned over and kissed two affectionately, pleased that he responded as another man should, but then, as it was getting late, I got up, pulled on my clothes, and took them back to lock them in their cage for the night. At two went through the gate I said quietly "Make sure Chad gets fucked at least once more tonight - get four to do it, as he can't hide things from me very easily as he's just a simple country boy, and tomorrow morning it will be easy to tell if you've done as I've told you." Two kept his head down as he went in, so that I couldn't see his eyes: I knew he'd hate passing on that order to four, but what else could he do? Steve.
Steve: It's beginning to sound more like some porn movie! Three in a bed, changing partners, young men kissing older guys..... And I'm not sure that all this constant referral to Chad as "being like me" is helpful, Steve! You aren't going to get my mouth around your dick, or my ass, either! And neither am I going to fuck guys' asses, however muscular or desirable you seem to think they are! It's amazing, really, how you and me can be such good buddies when our tastes are so dissimilar. Still, the good news is that I'm coming home next weekend - we're arriving on the afternoon train on Saturday, but only for a flying visit to really introduce Inga to mom and dad. I'm not sure that you and I will be able to get together for long, as we have to get back on Sunday as I have an early class on Monday morning. Stu.
Steve: That wasn't funny! When we came out of the station to get a cab and you were sitting there on that dray with all those slaves of yours....! And it wasn't very polite to insist I sat next to you on the seat with Inga on the outside - I think you don't like her, Steve, and you show it in all sorts of little ways like that: it would have been more polite to get her to sit in the middle so you could talk to her easily. I'm not surprised she didn't want to spend time with you, as you were radiating disapproval, even though you were, ostensibly, playing the part of the ultra-polite southern gentleman! And you know she objects to slavery, so why did you keep cracking that carriage whip of yours over the butts of those unfortunate slaves? They seemed to be working hard enough to me. And yes I know my dad's attitudes to all of this are ambivalent, to say the least - he's a pastor and he keeps preaching about freedom and treating all men as equals, and Inga respects all of that. So it was quite unnecessary to keep asking me if the slaves working in the fields as we got closer to our house were all ours, or just hired in from a contractor to get in the harvest. You know perfectly well that dad owns about a hundred, and the reason why: he's "saving" them from a cruel life elsewhere, as he's a benevolent owner. Stu.
Stu: If he's so benevolent, why do his guards all carry whips? And why doesn't he even allow them a shred of clothing? It's for the same reasons my slaves work naked: it's a waste, to buy slaves clothes, clothes that have to be laundered and so on; and when they're naked, it's easier for the whip to get at their sensitive parts. And you need a whip to keep them working!
And I think you don't appreciate the trouble I went to, to collect you from the train station: it was Saturday afternoon, and the slaves are expecting to rest! They really resented it when we got back to the depot on Saturday lunchtime and then I made them clean and polish the dray, and shower and shave themselves, and then rub in slave oil to make their pelts really shine, just so I could act like a taxicab! They're so fucking ungrateful - just because I made them do a couple of hours of extra work, work that's not hard, after all, compared to pulling a full dray, they were all sullen and resentful. They forget the number of Sundays I've given up for them, so I can take them to the park! And that's why I was using the carriage whip a lot, too - they knew I knew they were resentful, and therefore I needed to reinforce to them that I won't tolerate such attitudes in my slaves.
And I wanted to sit next to you, Stu, to catch up. Inga and I don't have anything to say much to each other. And when we do speak, it's only to argue - she doesn't agree with slavery, and that's OK, but it's not OK to compare her fiancee's best buddy to some sort of nineteenth century sadistic villain. I keep explaining that the ownership and management of slaves these days is soundly based on good management theory, but she just won't see that. And then she keeps trying to tell me that "the good lord will forgive me if I repent". Well, I don't need to be forgiven, as I haven't done anything wrong... So what should I repent of? She said it was cruel of me to keep young Chad running along by the side of the others, for example, and I tried to point out that he likes being with the others! If I locked him in the cage on Saturday afternoon as he had no real role, but took all the others out, he's have hated it. And then she said that it was cruel to keep him as a slave in the first place, and she didn't really listen at all when I told her how I'd saved him from a really cruel driver, Matt, and how being on the drays was a whole lot better than, for example, being chained to a factory bench, or down the mines.
I know you said you'd invite me to dinner and stuff once you were married, but I think the conversation around the table is either going to be non-existent, or pretty fiery!
Still, Inga's remarks about Chad did get me thinking, and perhaps I was being a bit unkind to him. After a few nights of being used by the other guys after I'd taken his cherry, he'd really felt much more part of the team and no longer a bit of an outsider. And when we were talking in a quiet moment one day, two even told me that Chad had fucked one of the "bottoms" in the crew - and had even joined in the laughter when the others saw him doing it and told him that his skinny ass was pretty funny as it pumped away (well, skinny by their standards. I think it's pretty nice!). I remembered all of this, and decided to make him feel a lot more wanted, so yesterday I lashed them on a bit to build up some more slack in our schedule, then made a bit of a diversion to go down Eighteenth Street - you remember, that area that was so daring when we were both fourteen, and trying to buy the sexy magazines and stuff? It's still very seedy, but there's a tattoo parlour down there and I took Chad in. When we came out, the slaves all cheered when they saw the giant "9" on his back - that's real team-building for you, and it shows you just how good a manager I am. Steve.
Steve: We're coming back next weekend, too. And this time, PLEASE, old buddy, don't meet us at the station!
What time do you finish work, and we'll collect you at the depot, and all go out to dinner together? But look, Steve, watch it, please, for my sake! I know you can get even more mischievous with a couple of drinks inside you (dad's promised to talk to the restaurant and there won't be any problem with getting a bottle of wine).... But Inga doesn't drink at all and takes a bit of a dim view of it at the best of times - if you get half cut and start arguing with her about slavery, or god, or whatever, it will make it hard for me. Stu.
Stu: Pick me up at seven. I'll have time to go over to the bar then and have a drink first - god knows, it sounds as if I'll need one, as it might be a grim evening with you and me sharing a bottle of wine and Inga sipping lemonade! You and I need to go on one of those "drunks" we used to, and have a bit of fun. But I'll even shower, and change into "civvies", so she isn't even reminded of my work by my uniform (although she'll be deprived of the pleasure of seeing my nice hard butt, and dick, through my shorts - I thought you were looking just a tad fatter last week, Stu - all that sitting down isn't good or you, and you need a good physical job, like mine, with plenty of sex). See you on Friday. Steve.
Steve: Bastard! I still can't type. Stu.
Stu: So, let's get the facts straight now, as I don't want to be arguing about it with you in forty years time still. Firstly, It was your fault for going off to buy her flowers or whatever, and sending her on alone to the depot. If you'd stuck close to her, none of it would have happened. Secondly, I didn't offer to show her the slaves. She practically DEMANDED to be taken to see "the dreadful conditions in which you keep these unfortunate wretches" or some such crap. They're not dreadful conditions, as they all get clean straw, they're well fed, there's enough water, hot showers, more sex than they'll ever need.... And they're not "unfortunate", either! If they hadn't joined the army, and then hadn't taken place in an illegal invasion of the south, they wouldn't be slaves at all - it's their own fault.
I took her to my slaves, obviously, as I'm proud of them and I think they represent the best aspects of the system. Although they were all tired, Friday night is a traditional "relaxation" night, and when we got there a few of them were fucking, and nine (Chad) and four were lying together, arms wrapped around each other, laughing and just jerking each other off. Two saw me coming and went to tell them all to "present" in a line at the bars, but as it was Friday and I'm pretty considerate, I signed to him to leave them all be. Just as we got there, one, who was buried up to the hilt in seven's ass, gave a great shout as he shot his load, and the two of them collapsed on to each other in that real affectionate passion you get after really great sex (as you might be lucky enough to discover one day, Stu!). Inga just said "It's absolutely disgusting!", and, of course, I asked her why. And then she and I had a bit of an argument, which I won't bore you with again, about firstly, they were slaves, so it wasn't as if men were having sex publicly (which even I disagree with!); and that secondly, even though it was two males, that was perfectly OK as the only reason anyone ever thought it might even be wrong was because of all that crap in the bible - and I think I did perhaps refer to the whole thing as being so full of shit anyway, that who cares what it said! But then she saw nine and four just jerking off, and started in again about it all. "And he's only a boy...", she finished with.
So I told her! Nine was nineteen, the same as you and me. And he was old enough to make up his own mind about sex. And, anyway, he wasn't doing much, just a bit of mutual jerking off, and all men did that at that age with their buddies - well, most of them had moved on to fucking, actually, as the mutual jerking off stage is from about fourteen to seventeen! She said that "her Stu" (she was starting to own you already, old buddy) would never do anything like that, and I just laughed. So she demanded to know why, and I told her - told her that you and I of course used to jerk off together - what did she expect, as we were both red-blooded guys with a lot of male hormones. Every guy I know in our set was doing the same, as it's perfectly natural to want to play with another guy, especially after a football match or something. But I assured her that you'd never done anything more than that, and that you were "saving" yourself for the wedding night.... So there was no real problem.
She went very silent, and ran out. And you know the rest. Or perhaps you don't! I gather you met her on the street, and she asked you if you and I had jerked off together, and as you don't believe in lying you told her the truth.... And she stormed off to the train station! You were fucking rude, and almost violent, when you came up to my room, Stu, and you were ranting and raving about me "betraying" you and all that crap. You could just have lied, Stu, and said that we'd never jerked off - she'd have thought it was me who was lying, to deliberately try to upset her! So it's more your fault than mine - to me it's perfectly obvious that two teenage buddies will have a bit of casual sex, and I can't see why bigots like her object at all. That's what almost all men do, after all, and it just shows how stupid she is that she didn't recognise that. It's just as well I had that bottle of bourbon in my room, and you did calm down after a couple of drinks. And then we started to laugh a bit, and then we went out to the restaurant and had not one, but two bottles of wine.... By the time we got to that dance place you were pretty far gone, but we both went onto the floor, and you met that girl - well, I tried to look after you, but you would insist on calling that cab yourself and going off in it with her. I did try, really. For one thing, I thought that with so much booze inside you I might have had to undress you.... And who knows where that would have led, so I was really motivated to get you home! But you did insist, and you are old enough to make your own decisions. So I staggered back to the BDQ alone, and I couldn't then get it up as I'd drunk so much. And the next day my head felt as if it was in a vice and my guts were churning and I could barely crawl out of bed. So I didn't catch up with you. So what happened next, old buddy? Steve.
Steve: What happened next? Mary-Lou happened! A real southern girl. All demure on the outside, but dynamite inside. I think you must have been feeling guilty or something and drank too much deliberately, as I wasn't nearly as bad as you. In fact, I was dreading having to carry you home and having you puke up all over me again as you did that once when we were fourteen! So when Mary-Lou said she wanted to go home I was the perfect southern gentleman, and took her. To tell you the truth, Steve, I was shit scared as although I've done all the kissing and petting stuff, I've never really done "it". And it was obvious that Mary-Lou knew that there was only one proper way to end an evening. But once we were in bed together naked, it didn't matter at all - it all seemed perfectly natural. Hey, Steve, I'm no longer a virgin! And you're right, old buddy - there's NOTHING as good as sex, and all that waiting stuff is just pure crap. Why wait for something that gets worse as you get older? Guys are at their horniest at sixteen, and even at our age we're starting to go downhill. I almost missed the train back to Atlanta on Sunday. And Mary-Lou's coming here next weekend - I can't wait to see the other guys' eyes pop out on stalks when they see this classy lady that I've got. Stu.
Stu: Ah well, that sounds as if I've lost the chance to have proper sex with you then - at least until you've been married a couple of years. That's when a lot of guys start to get bored, and regret what they've never had - proper sex, with another guy. But I'll keep waiting, Stu. You are coming back in three weeks time, aren't you? It's the County fair, and I'm entering. Steve.
Steve: Entering? As what? Isn't it for cattle and such like? Are you putting on one of those cow skins, like you see in comedy shows? Stu.
Stu: Yes, cattle and such. And a year ago they put in new classes, for slaves. They're things like "most obedient slave" where you have to get your slave to do things when he's blindfolded, responding only to your orders, and "best confirmation" - that's a technical term they use in livestock judging that means the carcass is in good condition - not too muscled, but not fat, or anything. Then I think they have "best stud" or something, where the slaves have to be masturbated and the semen is judged on quality, colour, number of sperm per millilitre - and of course quantity - and so on. But I'm entering my dray in the "slave-pulled vehicles" class - you usually get pony traps and so on, but Jon agrees with me that it would be excellent publicity for us if we win as our dray has the company name all over it. But it will be a lot of hard work, and the slaves will hate it. In fact I'm just typing this to you before I kick the whole thing off, and I'm expecting a difficult time. I'll write again this evening. Steve.
End Of Part Nine.