A SLAVE'S LIFE, Part 7
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Once, when we'd been touring in the South West of France (big rugby country!), it had been so hot that I'd had to throw all the bed clothes off and sleep naked in order to keep cool. My mate who I was sharing a room with did the same, and in the morning when we woke up and were both sporting big erections, we were so embarrassed - well, you didn't do things like that in front of your mates. Everyone knows young guys have erections, after all, and you even joke and talk about them - but you don't actually show them to your mates, do you? In fact, I don't really think I'd ever seen another guy's cock hard before my experiences on the estate - I'd seen the front of shorts tenting up, of course, but not a cock in all its naked glory.
So when I woke up that first time in our pen on the estate, my first thought was that all the other guys would be looking at my morning hard-on. My second thought, as I came up to consciousness, was that they'd be feeling it - I felt the hot skin if a guy pressed against my back, and began to realise that my body was pressed into someone else, and that my erect cock was sandwiched between us. My legs were somehow intertwined with other legs, and my arm was casually draped over a body. As I moved my hand, I suddenly felt the wiry texture of pubic hair, and in my haste to pull my hand away, I banged it into an erect cock.
I was fully awake now, and tried to manoeuvre myself to get away from the other bodies, but we were so closely intertwined and so tightly packed in the small pen that it was just impossible. The other guys were waking up now, as a guard had come to the barred door of our enclosure and was shouting at us to get moving.
We all struggled to our feet, and all of us had erections - none of the others seemed to notice, or to be concerned, and I think that made it easier for me. Craig grinned, and said "Welcome to the first full day of the rest of your life!", and then casually reached down and gave my erect cock a little squeeze.
We were al stretching and yawning, and absent-mindedly scratching as you do when you wake up, and some of the guys had even started to wank themselves. But the guards shouted at them to stop that, as it was time to go, and opened the gate of our pen. Evidently these guys were all completely unworried at doing all these things in front of each other, and thought no more of scratching themselves and playing with their cocks in front of the others than I might have done at home in the privacy of my own room.
The guards had us line up in twos, then we marched off down the corridor and were halted over the bars of the "crap station" again. On their order, we all squatted, and I was again in the middle of eight guys straining to drop their turds, and having their morning piss. They didn't let us shower in the mornings - in fact, I found we only showered once a day, as it was judged that we were going to get dirty anyway at work, so there was no point. So when we stood up and marched off, our morning ration of biscuits was dished out to us and we munched them down as we were in motion.
The Overseer met us at the door of the building, and then we half jogged, half ran across the estate to the site where we'd been working the day before, and without a word, picked up our shovels and started digging again.
And that was all we did until the lunch break, except that the young water boy Stu came around several times during the morning, and each of us was allowed a brief respite from our unrelenting toil as we sucked greedily from his water bag.
When we had the noon break and were allowed to retire to the shade of the trees, I somehow felt far more at ease with my fellows than I had the previous day. I'd got used to being naked, I suppose, and I'd almost not noticed the couple of times during the morning when the combined effects of the cinch ring and my natural urges as a young guy had caused me to have huge erections. Actually, amongst the eight of us, there was usually at least one of us with an erection at any one time.
We sprawled under the shade, and I longed to swap a few words with my fellows, but of course I remembered that it was strictly forbidden. Craig lay next to me, and indicated that I could rest my head on his belly to make myself comfortable - when you're naked, lying on earth with no sun lounger or pillow, being able to use your mate's body in this way is a real kindness. As my head moved as I began to doze, I could of course see his cock in front of me, but somehow it seemed to be OK. It seemed to be the thing to do to rest against other guys, as someone else in turn lay his head on my stomach and composed himself for sleep. It felt so odd to have head pressing into me there, and the guy even turned half on his side and threw an arm casually over my chest, in an effort to make himself more comfortable. I couldn't help but think about a litter of puppies I'd once seen at a neighbour's house, where they all sprawled against each other in much the same way as they dozed in the hot sun light.
The afternoon work session was just as hard as it had been the day before, and my whole body was aching, not just from muscle fatigue but from the lash of the whip by the time the sun started to set. I'd thought we were going to get through the whole day without much use of the whip as the Overseer had just mostly encouraged us verbally in the morning, but as the day went on, and we tired, he started to "encourage" us more and more to make sure our pace of work didn't slacken. I'd never thought previously that I could work as hard as this, for such continuous periods, and I began to realise just how powerful the incentive to avoid the pain from the whip could be. Interestingly, however hard he lashed at us to drive us on, our skin didn't break - you could see the lines across our naked backs, bums and thighs where he struck, but there was never even the slightest trace of blood. I learned later that this was because the work overseers' whips were designed to sting but not damage us, as our owner didn't want our flesh disfigured by scars as we were for "display" as well as to do work on the estate. We were once all lined up and made to watch a slave who had turned on the owner during a session in his bed being punished, and that was truly awful: the slave, a young guy of about 21, was dragged out and lashed to a post, and then he was whipped with what I suppose would be called a bull whip; afterwards you couldn't see his body for the blood that was pouring our from all the wounds it had made. I was told that afterwards he was no longer any use as a sex slave, as his back and thighs were so badly scarred permanently that it would be no pleasure for the owner or his guests to run their hands over him, and so he was sold off to the mines.
I was so glad when the end of the day was called that even the gruelling run back to the central complex seemed to be a relief. We pissed and crapped over the grille as before, then went under the showers. I joined all the others enthusiastically this time - after all, when you've been wanked and sucked by a whole lot of guys, what's to be embarrassed about in showering with them? But there was a change - half way through, the guard issued us with razors and we had to stand there and shave each other - later that night they told me that the owner quite liked to see stubble on us as he thought it made us look tougher and more virile, so we only shaved every three days. And each second time we did, we also had to shave our balls, to make sure there was no unpleasant scratchiness from our pubic hair re-growing. It's funny, I suppose - although you can shave yourself, and can even do it without a mirror if you have to, it's really hard to shave someone else - everything's kind of "on the wrong side". And, huddled together in the close confines of the shower enclosure, you were also bumping into the other guys, and your cock brushed against them as you manoeuvred away trying to shave your companion. The snout ring was also a problem - I'd almost forgotten about it until my companion started to shave my upper lip, then he had to pull it up to make room - I got a sharp twinge of discomfort as the metal tore at the scars that were still there in my septum.
Was I looking forward to the night? Well, in one way I was, and in another I wasn't. After my initiation into sex with other guys the previous night, I was strangely apprehensive about what was going to happen.
After my initial revulsion at feeling my cock being played with and at having to suck Tony's cock, I'd really started to enjoy it. And as the evening went on and we got hotter and hotter and our sweat slicked our bodies, it had been so sensuous to have other guys sliding over you, and as the cum flowed and we got slimier and slimier, it was sort of better and better!
So was it going to be the same tonight, or would it be disappointing?
I soon found out - once the gate was locked and we were all together, we literally fell on each other, feeling cocks, kissing, groping, and then getting down to the serious business of sex. I now know that this is because we had nothing else to do, and nothing else to think about - our days were empty, devoid of conversation, music, food, or anything else. So when we were alone, the only thing we could do to bring pleasure into our lives was to enjoy each others bodies. There was nothing to stop us, no inhibitions, and so we were able to do what men revel in - have pure, animal sex. I see now that the "male bonding" that drives men to join things like rugby clubs is just the hugely watered down "civilised" manifestation of what we were now doing to the full - interacting with each other as men were meant to. All those evenings at the club, all those matches, all the communal baths and the drinking sessions were, I suppose, at some level, trying to create this sublime feeling of male "togetherness" in which I was now enthusiastically joining.
After an hour or so, just as the night before we all calmed down and started to shuffle ourselves into sleeping positions. Craig was next to me again, and he again pushed his hard cock between my thighs from behind and started to slide it backwards and forwards, whilst wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. After a time he stopped, and turned me around to face him. I thought he was going to wank my cock again, but his hand probed down further, under my balls, and I could feel his finger nail scraping at my pucker. I gave a little moan and a shudder ran through me as this sensitive area experienced things it had never done before. Craig kind of "shusssshhhed..." at me, and continued to probe at me.
I could feel his finger trying to worm its way into me, and involuntarily kind of clenched my sphincter to try to stop it.
"Ssshhh... Jon.... Relax.... Let it happen..... Come on, let me in..... Relax....."
"No, Craig. Stop it... I don't want that...."
"Come on, Jon... You didn't want anything last night, either, did you.... Now, just relax and trust me... I know what I'm doing, mate...."
What was I to do? I didn't want to make a big fuss or anything in front of all the other guys, and I suppose Craig knew what he was doing. So I willed myself to relax, and felt Craig's finger slip into me. He started to push it gently in and out, and a whole new set of sensations flooded through me. He put his free arm around me again and pulled me close to him as he continued to play with my ass hole, and I felt so close, so wanted, so needed..... Nothing in my life had ever been like this before.
"OK, Jon?", he whispered, and all I could do in reply was to moan gently with the sheer enjoyment of it.
He unwrapped his arm from around me, and as he continued to play with my ass with one hand, he gently wanked me with the other. I was in some sort of strange place I'd never been before, and I even forgot that there were six other blokes sprawled around us - it was a s if the whole world had contracted down to just Craig and me.
Something happened then, and I gave a whole new, loud moan, and I felt my balls contracting as a great splash of cum forced itself out. I'd never felt anything like it, and I was almost gasping with the pleasure of it.
"OK, Jon.... You've never had anyone massage your prostate whilst they're wanking you, have you?"
"No, I suppose not", I whispered.
He wrapped his arm around me again, and continued to play with my ass hole, but now it seemed much easier, and even more sensual. I was giving little whimpers and moans as he went on, and he pressed his face close to my ear and whispered "You're enjoying this, aren't you? I told you so! I've got three fingers in now, and you're almost ready.... Cum makes the perfect lubricant, as you can feel.... You're enjoying this, aren't you...."
I could hardly believe it - three fingers in my ass? And Craig had big, strong workmen's hands, with thick work- toughened fingers. How could they go up inside me? I was going to ask him, but now he'd moved away from me slightly and was gently pushing and pulling at my legs.
We were lying on our sides, facing each other, and he got our legs lying on each other alternately - one of mine, one of his. His arm went around me again and he pulled me close - his hand dug into my bum as he strained to get me close - and I felt something else probing at my ass hole. My own cock gave a start, and my hard erection was sandwiched between us. The probing went on, and Craig was gently thrusting himself at me..... suddenly, something dawned on me... It was Craig's cock trying to get into me!
"No, Craig... Don't.... I don't take cock up my ass.... ", I whispered.
"Ssshhhh...., Jon. Relax..... Just let me show you what real sex is all about. Relax.... Don't fight me.... Push out, as if you're trying to crap...."
Somehow his words struck home, and there was the most exquisite sensation in me - Craig's cock had pushed trough my sphincter, and I could feel his hot warmth pushing against my sensitive skin as his engorged cock went into me.
He started to rock gently in and out, and, as he did so, waves of pleasure flowed through me. Nothing that had ever happened to me before was in any way like this, and it was impossible to say whether it was the feeling of his cock, or his wonderful naked body pressed all against mine, or his hot breath playing across my face, or all of these, that was the most perfect thing I'd ever known.
But all too soon it was over, and he pulled out of me, and just lay there facing me, and panting.
"No, don't stop...", I whispered.
"I've got to, Jon - there's not room to fuck you properly, and I can't go on like this all night... Just think of this as lesson one."
"But your cock was right up me. In all the stuff I've read, it's supposed to hurt... All the guys who get raped tell the papers how they screamed..."
"If you go in dry to an unrelaxed hole, it hurts like hell", Craig whispered. "But I massaged and stretched you, lubed you with your cum.... So you were ready for my cock. And tomorrow night, before all the others start to sleep, we'll go the whole way and then you'll know just how fantastic it can be... Now... Get to sleep....."
I could hardly wait for the next night when we would again be free to have sex, and all day I was at least semi-erect as my brain relived what had happened the previous evening, and most of the time I was dripping pre-cum from a hard-on that was almost painful my cock was so stiff.
We slaved away, still digging and hauling the spoil away, and at the midday break I deliberately lay near Craig so I could sense his closeness. We weren't allowed to have sex at that time, of course, as it was thought it might affect our performance at work in the afternoon, but I could press my body close to Craig's and imagine how it would be later - I got the scent of him: not just the running sweat from all over him and the pungent acrid overlay from his pits, but that wonderful masculine odour from his pubes as he sprawled casually on the ground and I rested my head as close to his cock as I could.
In spite of being absolutely exhausted at the end of the day, I could hardly contain my eagerness as we showered, and when the gate was finally locked on our pen, I pressed myself close to Craig. He kissed me passionately, and I returned it with equal ardour, and our arms were wrapped around each other as if we were trying to make one body from two. Then he whispered to me to lie down on the floor, and we found a vacant space as close to one wall as possible. Still kissing me and stroking at my body, Craig very rapidly wanked me - indeed, he'd hardly got his fist around my cock before I shot almost spontaneously, I was so keyed up; sexually. Then he went through the same sublime massage of my ass hole, sliding first one, then two, and ultimately three finger in, whilst all the time continuing to kiss me, suck my tits, and whisper wonderful encouraging words into my ear.
"Are you ready now, Jon?", he finally asked, and all I could do was give a moan of pleasure in reply.
He knelt between my legs, then gently lifted my calves up to rest them on his shoulders. He shuffled forward, all the time keeping his eyes locked on mine, and suddenly I felt something new against me, something I'd never known before as the hot, wet tip of his cock pressed my sphincter. Ever so slowly, and infinitely gently, he pressed his hips forward and his cock tried to force its way into me.
"Relax, Jon.... Pretend you're crapping...", he whispered, and I tried to do as he said.
A thrill went through me - that sublime sensation as a cock finally breaks through and slides into you. I moaned with ecstasy, and looked at Craig above me, smiling.
"OK, mate?", he asked, and I just gave a great gasp of pleasure.
Ever so slowly he rocked his hip backwards and forwards, and wave after wave of that new sensation went through me. Nothing in my life had ever been like this before, and I didn't know what to do with my body. I was covered in sweat, and my hands were beating up and down on the floor on either side of me.
I was tossing my head from side to side, too, and I could hear myself making animal moaning noises in response to this first fucking.
I cried out when he suddenly changed pace and slammed himself into me, but it wasn't really with pain - it was just something new, something unexpected, something completely animal. And I continued to cry as he slammed himself against me four or five more times.
Then he rested, still deep inside me, and through his ragged panting asked "Still OK? Shall I go on?"
"Uhg", was all I could manage, but he knew I meant "yes, yes, yes/"
He shuffled forward a little more and wrapped his arms around my knees and pulled my legs as close to his body a he could.
"OK, Jon.... Here goes.... It will be really long and deep this time....."
Did it hurt? Or was it just my body responding to the most extreme pleasure it had ever known in totally new ways? I cried out, and carried on shouting in time to his long, deep thrusts. Then his voice joined in, and I heard him roaring "I'm cumming... Oh Christ.... Oh...."
And then it was over, and gently he placed my legs down on the ground and, still inside me, lay his body forwards over mine so that he could wipe his hands all over my face, and again start to kiss me. Almost instinctively I wrapped my powerful legs around his waist and pulled his body closer to mine, as if I wanted to hold him inside me for ever.
He was whispering again now, and I could feel our chests beating up and down as we sucked air in from our exertions, and his heart beating strongly as his body pressed against mine. I'd never been this intimately close to another man before, and it was fantastic.
"So now you're a real man, Jon. That's proper sex. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No.... But towards the end...."
"You mean when I pulled your legs close to me.... That's to get your hole as close to my cock as it can possibly can get, so the strokes can be as long as possible... Some guys don't like it like that...."
"No... It was fantastic...."
We'd been making so much noise that I knew that all the other men must have been watching, but I didn't care. Somewhere in my brain there was something that was amazed at how completely unconcerned I'd become about this - what I'd done with Craig was so natural, so right, I didn't care!
Very gently he slid himself out of me, and came and lay beside me so he could continue to stroke my body and kiss me. I wanted to pull him close and tangle our legs together and hold him, but as I went to do so I realised there was someone else kneeling between my legs - I looked up and saw Tony there, and he, too, picked up my legs and rested them on his shoulders.
"Hey, Tony.. Stop that!", I shouted, but he ignored me totally and I felt his cock now pushing at me for entrance.
I went to sit up, but Craig gently restrained me. So I shouted "I said stop that..."
"Hey, Jon....", Craig whispered, "Just relax - after that fucking I've given you you're all properly lubed and ready, and Tony's got a hair-trigger - he'll cum almost as soon as he's inside you."
"But I don't want him..."
"We don't work like that her, Jon... We're all in this together. And if you take me up the ass, you have to offer it to any of the other guys too, you know..."
I was in a turmoil. I didn't want Tony to fuck me, as I wanted to lie there and enjoy Craig's body as we "wound down". But, equally, I didn't want to do the wrong thing! Every new guy in a group is always worried about offending the others by "breaking the rules", isn't he? And that's how I was now.
So I just lay there as Tony fucked me - it was OK, but there wasn't the intense erotic pleasure I'd got from Craig. I think this was the first time I really understood that there's a difference between the feeling of sexual stimulation and that other thing, that special "something" that you only get when both you and the other guy really want to be together.
Just as Craig said, Tony did cum very quickly, and the coarse bastard actually invited the other guys to go after him! But none of them did - I think they knew that there was something special between Craig and me (or perhaps, as is more likely, they'd already by then had their own sex by then).
Craig fucked me the next two nights, too - never more than once a night, which might surprise you as we were both young, fit healthy males, but you've got to remember that we were incredibly tight for space in our pen and it just didn't seem fair on the others to wake them up if we fucked again. There's no way we could do it without making at least a tiny clear space on the floor first.
We were getting ready for sex on the third night when the pen door was unlocked and the guard almost threw in the young water boy, Stu. Well, I say "boy", but of course the hard work he had to do in carrying the heavy water skins had firmed and toughened his body, and it's probably best to think of him as a regular guy, but just not as well developed muscularly yet as us. And at 16, he was, after all, a man, not a child.
We all greeted him, and he told us that he was going to spend the night in our pen as his regular "buddy", the slave Karl, who I'd met on my first night on the estate, was being "used" by some of the owners' guests.
"So you always sleep in the same pen as Karl?", I asked him.
"Yes. He's really pampered, and he asked the owner for me. So that's where I bed down every night now. It suits him as he gets to fuck regularly, and that pleases the owner a Karl is always in fantastic shape."
"He got to choose...?"
"Well, yes. He's the owner's favourite currently. I'm surprised you haven't seen him. No chains, no rings, nothing except the alarm collar. Unlike a lot of ponies he isn't even manacled into the rickshaw - the owner just let's him stand there and pull with his bare hands.
"Pony?"
"Yes - he pulls the owner's rickshaw around when the owner is inspecting the estate. As I said, I'm surprised you haven't seen him. But the owner trusts him, and sometimes he even speaks to him. And one of those times he asked for a fuck buddy, as he was tired of wanking himself.... And, of course, the owner wants Karl to be in peak condition so he gave him one - me!"
"So where is he tonight?"
"One of the owner's guests saw him this afternoon, and asked the owner if he could fuck Karl. I expect he'll be in a foul mood tomorrow night, as he hates taking it: he just likes fucking, but the owner's friend couldn't take his eyes off Karl's ass - with all the running he does, he's got a really big, strong muscular ass and thighs, of course..."
"Hey, boy, get our ass over here..." It was Tony calling out. "I wondered who I was going to fuck tonight, and a nice young ass will fit the bill nicely...."
"No, please, I don't want to...."
"What you ant doesn't matter. Get over here and get on your knees...."
"Leave Stu alone, Tony", I snapped. Actually, I was tired of Tony and his bullying ways, and I felt a bit sorry for Stu. I remembered how I'd been when I was sixteen - wanking in the privacy of my own bedroom thinking about my girl friend. And here he was, naked in amongst eight naked guys, one of whom was about to fuck him. It didn't seem right, somehow. He'd always treated us well, too, staying to water us for as long as he possibly could before the Overseer told him to move on, and I thought he needed a bit of a break.
"You keep out of it, Jon. Boy... Get over here, down on your knees, as my cock needs a hole..."
"Tony, shut the fuck up! Stu's with me tonight. I got him first!"
Tony came across the pen towards me, but I stood my ground and just glared. He was slightly bigger than me, and probably more developed as I wasn't yet up to my full working weight, but I stood my ground. I tensed my muscles, and glared at him, and extended my arm and wrapped it protectively around Stu. Fortunately Tony backed down, and just shrugged, and started to play with one of the other guys.
"Thanks, Jon..."
"You know my name?"
"I read the names of all the slaves I water, as I like to think I know you. I never actually get to speak to most of you, of course, but I imagine myself talking to you.... And you always seem nice - you don't grab at my cock like some of the others do when they're drinking, or slap my ass as I walk away - I don't think you men realise how much that hurts!
As we were talking Stu had moved closer to me and sort of "snuggled" against me. I'd never held a younger guy, of course, and was surprised how good it felt to have his young, hard body pressed against me.
To my amazement, I felt his hand on my cock, and he gently stroked me to erection.
"Hey, Stu... Stop that...."
"That's what Karl likes...."
"I thought you wanted a night off from sex...."
"No! Hey, I couldn't sleep if I didn't get it off. But I wanted to choose who I had sex with for a change. And, as I said, I've been watching you since you arrived, and I think you're nice..."
There was something wrong here. Young men shouldn't be telling me that they fancied me, and wanted to have sex with me.
"Shut the fuck up, Stu! The answer's no. You can lie by me in case Tony comes on to you again, but I don't do sex with young guys."
Craig had been listening to all this, and just smiled.
But he too put an arm around Stu, and we all sank to the floor to find a space to lie in. As we moved around to try to get comfortable, I realised that Stu had a rock-hard erection and was leaking pre-cum. He wriggled his body down so that he was in-between Craig and me, and tried to rub his cock against my thigh to get himself to cum.
"Hey, stop that, OK?"
Stu sort of shrugged, and lay still, and I was so tired that I started to drift off to sleep. But of course I was used to regular sex, and as hard as I tried, it just wasn't possible to get to sleep without draining my balls. I thought about turning to Craig who must, I reasoned, be in the same state as he hadn't fucked me, but something amazing was happening to me.
At first I thought Craig had jumped the gun a bit and had started to wank me, and in my half-asleep state I at first did nothing. But the sensation built and built, and I thought I must be dreaming - suddenly, I realised it wasn't Craig wanking me: it was something totally different, something as amazing as being fucked..... I started to focus, to ask my body what was happening.... And then I knew.....
Stu had slid out from between us and was now squatting over my body with his feet on either side of my waist.
He was crouching down and had inserted my erect cock up his ass - the sensations I was getting, which at first I thought were just Craig wanking me, were from my cock that was, in effect, fucking Stu! His strong young thighs contracted and thrust as he lowered himself up and down on my cock, and his head was thrown back in ecstasy: he was obviously completely turned on by what he was doing, and it was starting to have an effect on me. Almost in spite of myself, I found I was thrusting upwards as he squatted down, to reinforce the fucking he was getting. And it was as if something was telling my body what it should do - my hands reached up and went around his waist, then ran up and down his ribs, brushing at his stiff nipples.
He began to moan and cry, and I did too. His fucking of me got more and more intense, and I shouted "Yes, yes, yes..." as my cock finally shot. I raised my knees into the air, and he leaned back against them, breathing hard form his exertions, and I revelled in the feeling of his muscular back against my legs. Then, as he recovered, he fell forward and lay on my body.
"You're not mad at me, are you, Jon?", he asked in a low voice.
"I fucking well ought to be - weren't you just almost raping me? Having sex with a guy without his permission, you know...."
"Yes, but you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Well, of course I had! Having my cock up an ass for the first time was so much better than being wanked or sucked..... I just couldn't be cross with him, and wrapped my arms around his body and hugged him to me.
I think that was one of the best nights I'd ever spent in my life, with Stu clinging to me on one side, and Craig pressed against my back ,with his cock nestling between my ass cheeks.
End of Part 7