HARBOUR MASTER, Part 10
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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The men finished, and their attention seemed to turn towards me.
"Come over here, boy", the doctor ordered, and I went and stood in front of the two naked men. The smell of cum was almost overpowering, and although I was used to seeing Matt nude, I'd really only seen the doctor before in his immaculate clothes. Now he was naked, he didn't look nearly as impressive - I began to realise that it wasn't clothes and stuff that made men, but who they really are, and it's easier to see that when it's all exposed.
As it had been a chill night Matt had give me a sweat to wear, and I'd put my shorts on.
"It doesn't seem right, having the slave like that and us ball-assed bare, does it", the doctor asked. "Strip off, boy!"
I pulled my sweat off, and dropped the shorts. After all, they were naked, what did it matter?
The doctor told me to turn around, and he came and ran his hands all over my back - again testing the musculature as my back tapered in my classic "V" shape down to my butt. As he moved, I felt his cock swing and gently touch my thigh - I'm not sure this is how doctors are meant to examine men.
"Nice job you had done on the tattoos, Matt."
"Yes. Thanks for suggesting it. Sam and Jase, two of the fishermen, think that it allows people to look at his body for longer - they have 'permission' to stare at it, a they're reading the words!"
"Yes, they're right. And that's why I know it was also right to have him work entirely naked - a handsome buck like this should be exposed for men to admire: I bet you pick up a lot of business as a result. And, as I said, it's good for him to swim naked - more fun for the slave, and less risk of chafing from a costume, when he's in and out of the water all day. It's not so much of a problem if a man goes and exercises once a day in a sports club - but constantly getting wet.... It wasn't good for him."
" I'm sorry you haven't taken my other advice, though.
Now you've seen sense about having him naked, why is he still not 'skinned?"
"Oh, well, you know, when I'm using him for sex, I like the feel of it."
"That's not the point, Matt. Progressive slave owners all have their males 'skinned. At the ASPCS we're pretty hot on it - it's not fair to make young male slaves keep their dick heads hidden. Too many free men are tempted to keep 'skinning them back to get a look at it - it can make the slave sore, eventually, you know. And there's the hygiene factor to be considered..."
"Oh, come on, doc, I thought there were studies that said it made no difference one way or the other to that...."
"No, Matt, what I meant was that with the 'skin on, the slave can accumulate smeg, and even if you're very careful to make sure he washes properly, you can sometimes get an unpleasant surprise if you start to suck him. And then you'll get cross, and punish him. So the ASPCS strongly recommends 'skinning for all male slaves, to avoid these sorts of problems - it's kinder to the slave in the long run."
"Well, I think Steve's going to just have to take his chances! He's pretty good at cleaning himself, and I don't punish him much anyway. So I guess I'll leave him 'au naturel' for the time being."
"Matt... Look, it's difficult I know... How can I put this.... I nearly lost the services of Matt James Marine as you were so wrong thinking over the nudity issue. I explained that it wasn't ASPCS policy, that I'm on the Committee, and that I couldn't be seen condoning your action in letting him swim in those shorts. And that fisherman Jase wasn't nearly as good as you at doing the work I need on the boat. But you've seen sense, and I was able to use you again yesterday. But.... As I said, it's a strong recommendation from the ASPCS that all male slaves are 'skinned..."
Matt looked at the doctor, and I knew what was going on! The doctor was forcing Matt to obey him. Even though Matt had fucked the doctor, it was the doctor who was in charge. It had never occurred tome before that anyone other than the person doing the fucking might be in control - perhaps that's because I'd only fucked women.
"And I suppose a lot of other boat owners might feel the same way, doctor?"
"Well, they would, if I explained it to them, Matt. I'm sorry.... You slave owners just have got to learn that the welfare of the slave is paramount, and that you have to do the right thing..."
Matt seemed to crumple. He knew he was being manipulated and controlled.
"Well, of course, the ASPCS does valuable work. I'd be foolish not to listen to sound advice. I'll get him done..."
"Good, Matt. Be sure to have a full 'high and tight', though."
"Sorry? What's that?"
"When a slave is 'skinned you can have the whole 'skin taken, so that when the slave's flaccid he's totally exposed, and when he's erect, the skin all along his shaft is taught. That's a 'high and tight' as we call it in the trade. Some owners - mostly younger guys in the city - have been having their slaves just 'trimmed' - you just take enough of the 'skin so that about half the dick head is always exposed and the remainder of the 'skin kind of forms a ring around it when the slave is flaccid. When he's erect, there's less of a tightness around the shaft, of course. The ASPCS doesn't wholly approve of this practice - the slave is, after all, being worked on, but the result is not wholly beneficial for him."
"Right. I understand. It's a 'high and tight' for him, then! But you say 'in the trade' - I guess you do it at your office - I wasn't really thinking about driving to and from the city... It's my busy time..."
The doctor laughed, and leaned over and kissed Matt, and fondled his dick and balls. "Don't be so foolish, Matt - of course you couldn't bring him to me - I doubt you could afford the fee! This is just an ordinary slave, after all - take him to your local veterinarian, or even to the local doctor's office - they'll trim him for you very quickly, and it won't cost a whole lot. I am at the top end of the market, you know, and the money I charge... Well... Look around you!."
He indicated the luxurious surroundings of the boat we were in. Matt nodded, and carried on the conversation.
"But you do do it?"
"Of course. I'm into modifying bodies in any way their owners want, if they can pay! I don't do a lot of slaves, of course, as most of my patients are rich, free men and women who want themselves to be made more beautiful, more handsome, younger looking, slimmer... But some owners who have had good service from me bring their slaves in, especially for the more complex operations when they need to rely on my understanding of what's possible."
"You mean owners pay your prices for having their slaves made more beautiful...?"
"Well, not exactly! Take your slave, for example. He's a really handsome man, isn't he? Just like you!". The doctor kissed Matt again, and was now tweaking his nipples as well as casually stroking his balls.
"Well, suppose you thought that when you had a bed companion for the night the man kept looking at the slave and wasn't paying enough attention to you.... Then you might have the slave altered, so that your companions' attentions were always on you. You wouldn't want to sell the slave, as he's probably useful to you, and suits you when there's no other ass available. And you wouldn't want to exclude him from the bedroom, as it's so useful to have a slave to lick you clean, or to act as a 'fluffer' if one of you's a bit less enthusiastic occasionally. So you have him altered."
"How?"
"Oh, it's very subtle. Nothing drastic - you wouldn't want an arm cut off, or his nose slit, or anything like that... You'd be completely spoiling his value. No - handsomeness is a very difficult thing to define, but we know it when we see it. And by subtle modifications, I can change a slave from being handsome, to being 'ordinary'. Just simple changes - break the nose, and re-set it slightly off-centre. Cut behind the ears, so they're not held back so much and are set slightly more forward. Thicken the lips of a white slave, or thin those of a black. As I said, nothing drastic, just small changes that move him from being 'stunning' to being 'plain'."
"The ASPCS doesn't have a problem with that?"
"Of course not! There's no permanent damage to the slave. And the operations must always be done by a properly qualified plastic surgeon - amateurs aren't allowed to do that type of thing."
The topic was clearly closed, and the two men lay together caressing each other and recovering from their sex. The were unconcerned that I was standing there, watching them. Actually it was a bit erotic - or, rather, it would have been if Matt had been with a younger guy. But I didn't like seeing the doctor's milky-white ass, and, although he was in quite good shape, it was clear he was older than Matt, and I just don't think I liked the thought of sex with old men - the doctor was probably twice as old as me, after all.
"Get me that bourbon, and the glasses", the doctor ordered me after some time.
The bottle, glasses, and an ice bucket were at the other side of the room, and I went and brought them over to the two men. I just stood there, holding it, and the doctor snapped "Make a table, slave!"
I looked around, wondering what he meant.
"Oh God, I'd forgotten we were out in the boonies! Matt - you really must read the later chapters of 'The Ownership and Management Of Slaves'! You need to make sure your slave boy understands the rudiments of polite slave behaviour in a man's house. I don't suppose he ever goes anywhere with you where you see how fashionable people use slaves now, so he hasn't been able to learn by seeing an example - so you have a responsibility to teach him - it's all in the book, you know!"
"Well, I'm not into 'fashion'... I don't really care what they do in the city!"
"But you should, Matt. Suppose I wanted to hire him from you for the weekend, when I was having a few friends down. It wouldn't be very good if he didn't know how to act, would it?"
"Would you want to hire him?"
"Well, yes. He's got a stunning body, and he'd be a good fuck toy for the guests, once you let us fuck him, that is. And he'd amuse them during the afternoon - we could drop coins into the harbour, and he could dive for them. Or we could throw balls for him to swim and retrieve - the afternoons can drag, you know, and a nice, active, virile slave boy to watch certainly makes the time pass. But he's got to be properly domesticated - for example, you clearly don't use him as a table!"
"No."
"Well, there are two ways - either have him bend own on his hands and knees, and use his back to put all these glasses and stuff on. That's not really appropriate, as I don't have a little 'saddle', and with his pronounced backbone and muscles, there's not a lot of flat surface."
"A 'saddle'?"
"Yes - a lot of owners have muscled boys like this one, and they want to use their backs as tables. So you can buy 'saddles' - a flat piece of plastic or wood, with spring-loaded clips on he side. The flat piece rests on his back, and the spring-loaded sides grip into his ribs to hold it steady, so you've got a secure table provided the slave stays bent over - which is easy, as you order him not to move!"
"But, as we don't have one, but we do need a table, we'll do the other thing."
"Slave", he said to me. "Kneel down, facing us."
"No! Hold onto the tray and the stuff. That's right.... Now take up the proper slave position - knees apart so we can appreciate your dick, back absolutely straight, and rest down so that your heels are pressing into your ass."
"See how attractive this makes his body", the doctor added, speaking to Matt. "With the straight back and his heel pressing his butt, his thighs are in tension and you can really see the musculature. And he's 'open' at the front, so the dick and balls swing free."
"Now, slave, reach your arms forward holding the tray... I want to see those arms absolutely horizontal, and stretched fully out at arms' length..."
I did as he said, and the tray, the ice bucket and ice, the chunky crystal glasses and the bourbon bottle all felt really heavy as I knelt there - although I could carry them easily, having my arms stretched out put me at a mechanical disadvantage. I bent my arms slightly, to make it easier.
"No!", the doctor almost screamed. "Absolutely not! You're a big tough guy, and we want to see your muscles work. The arms must be fully stretched, right out, and horizontal!"
As I knelt there, the strain was terrible. My shoulders and all the muscles in my arms were telling me to let go, to pull back, to give them some relief. Sweat was pouring off me as I overrode their complaints and locked myself rigid. I wasn't going to show these men that I was weak. I COULD do it - I was strong, I was powerful, and their little amusements were not going to break me.
Matt and the doctor continued to caress and kiss each other, only stopping every now and then to take a further drink of the old bourbon. I could see that they knew I was in trouble, and this made them somehow more passionate for each other - having a naked slave, a big naked slave, capable of doing violent damage to them, but bent to their will, was obviously a huge turn on.
I couldn't hold it. I had to put the tray down. I needed to be able to bend my arms, to give relief to my muscles.... But NO! I wouldn't.
As I watched, they started jerking each other off, and Matt used all the same subtlety with the doctor that he did to me, playing with his nipples, kissing him, and stroking at his dick. The doctor responded in the same way, and they seemed to be totally wrapped up in each other, except that they would both keep casting glances at me. I know I was supposed to be an inanimate piece of furniture, a holder for their drinks, but they also knew that I had a powerful dick, and that I was a sexual being, just like them. It was only after they had both cum - shooting their load over the rich leather of the couch without bothering about it, that they started talking about it again.
"So, Matt, you're going to have him 'skinned.... Tomorrow?"
"I guess so. I don't want to risk upsetting the members of the ASPCS who use my services..."
Both men smiled, and I could tell that the doctor knew that Matt was only considering this as the doctor had him in his power.
"But", Matt went on, "It's a busy day. I hate losing business, and I'll have to take him... Well, inland, I guess. We'll be away three hours at least, even if there's no queue."
"There is another solution, I suppose", the doctor cut in. "I could do it."
"But I can't afford it, as you pointed out. And bringing him to the city would take even longer."
"Matt, you've rendered me certain services tonight.... I think I owe you. I'll do it, and waive the fee. And, of course, I am concerned for the welfare of your slave... It would be terrible if you found a speck of smeg under his 'skin and had him punished.... I'd feel that I hadn't done my duty as a member of the ASPCS! No - let me do it for you: and, of course, you'll be getting the best. Some of these rural doctors or veterinarians don't have the experience, and you can end up with a botched job - the slave's dick can look terrible if there's an ugly scar on it, or if the cut is done lop-sided and it induces a bend.... That slave of yours is such a stunning looker that it would be a pity to spoil him."
"And as for the time - well, I could do it now!"
I almost dropped the tray in shock. Surely he couldn't be serious!
"Now?"
"Yes. All my regular kit is in my office in the city.
But I was awarded the coveted golden scalpel award last year for my work in slave modification, and it's over there on the dresser. It's not as sharp as the modern surgical steel ones, but the Egyptians used to use honed gold for their operations, so it's perfectly serviceable. It will hurt the slave just a little more, but we can easily fix that."
"How?"
"Well, I'd usually use an anaesthetic, but it's not safe to do that without a trained anaesthetist. I won't even use a local anaesthetic now without skilled assistance - there's too much risk of losing my licence if something goes wrong. So we'll do it with the slave restrained - you can hold him down, and we can find some stuff to tie him up with, too."
"Well, perhaps I'd better wait until tomorrow..."
"NO, Matt! I'd hate to think the slave was not getting the best, just because you're concerned that there might be a little pain for him. He looks tough enough - I imagine he thinks he's a real tough guy, well, he's his chance to prove it."
I was trembling all over now. Added to the almost indescribable pain in my shoulders and arms was the thought of having my dick cut without anaesthetic! And I hated the idea of being cut anyway - I'd had my 'skin for 24 years, and I was kind of attached to it! The glasses and bottle on the try began to clink together, and I almost lost control, and Matt looked and saw my distress.
"Let's give him a big slug of this bourbon", Matt suggested. "That'll dull the pain a bit for him. It certainly is for me - I'm glowing all over. And you are.... Are you OK to operate?"
"Are you mad, Matt! Waste this special bourbon on a slave? And, anyway, we don't encourage masters to give their slaves alcohol in the ASPCS - it's not good for them! And of course I can operate - I wouldn't do so on a proper patient, but this is just 'skinning a slave. Quick and easy, and on a slave."
The doctor disappeared into the bedroom area, and came back carrying some silk ties.
"OK, let's get started. Slave - lie here, and spread your legs." 'Here' was in front of the big, heavy couch. I had to lie in front of it with my legs spread, and the doctor quickly secured each ankle to one of its legs. There was no way I could move them upwards, the sofa was so heavy.
He tugged a heavy coffee able over to behind my head, and roughly pulled each of my wrists in turn to tie them with his ties to the corners.
"There:, he told Matt. "Mostly secure. But I hope he doesn't struggle too much - those are 200 dollar ties, and I don't want them ruined! Now - you sit astride his thighs, to keep them really secure."
Matt came over, straddled me as I lay there, then sat down. He had one leg on either side of my thighs, and his cock hung down in-between my spread legs.
The doctor then came and sat down on my belly - all I could now see was his broad back, lightly covered in his greying hair. His ass felt hot on my belly, and he didn't shave down there, so his pubic hair felt all scratchy.
"Right, Matt, I'm going to cut him now. Whatever you do, don't move! If his legs start to thrash, I might injure him. You don't mind looking at a bit of blood, do you? It tends to be a bit of a messy operation as I have to cut twice - the 'skin is like a little envelope, you know, and I cut the outside layer first, then the inside."
"Incidentally, how sensitive do you want him afterwards?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you're cut, like me. What gives you most pleasure? I bet it's stroking that little triangular piece of flesh just underneath, where the bottom of the flange joins the shaft. If you want to cum quickly, you stroke that, don't you?"
"Yes! You know, I never thought about it, but now you mention it, you're right."
"Well, whilst I'm cutting, I can leave that in, or take it out so that the flange is a bit more pronounced in that area. If I leave it in, the slave feels the same sort of pleasure as we do. If I take it out, his dick is altogether much less sensitive - it allows him to fuck, or be masturbated, for much longer before he cums. A lot of masters like their slaves like that, as they can sustain for longer without shooting. In fact, at the ASPCS we recommend that slaves working in the sex industries should have it cut out as they can then pleasure clients more, and are less likely to give rise to complaints that lead to their punishment."
Matt was laughing! "I think I ought to ask the slave about something momentous like that! Steve, boy, do you want to be left with a bit of your pleasure point, or do you want to be able to fuck all night?"
"Please, boss... Please.... Do you have to do this at all. Please leave my 'skin. I'll never complain about cruelty.. And you know I always wash... "
"Shut it, Steve. I've decided you're going to be 'skinned, so don't argue."
"It isn't a good idea to ask slaves about things like that", the doctor told Matt. "It gives them ideas that they are in control of their lives! A slave needs to know, unequivocally, that his master is in control. And what better way of demonstrating that than by the mater ordering his 'skinning, and then deciding on the amount of pleasure he's to have for the rest of his life?"
"You're right, doctor. I was forgetting my responsibilities as a master! Leave it on, as I like him to react under my hands when I play with him." A pain shot through me almost immediately. I tried to jerk my body around , to thrash it up and down, to try to get away. But the two big men sitting on me meant that I was completely ineffectual. It went on and on, and I was screaming - big, rasping screams from deep inside me. I felt I could feel the "less sharp" scalpel sawing through me. I can't describe it to you - it was like when you cut yourself with a knife, but it went on, and on, and there was no way that I could withdraw from it, no way I could escape. And it was on my dick - that most sensitive part of you.
But it did stop, eventually, and I was left with a terrible throbbing ache. My screams turned to sobs, deep, harsh gasps as I tried to recover my composure.
"Shut up, Steve!", Matt commanded. "It's all over. You're supposed to be a big, tough guy, not some kid. Act like a man, even though you're a slave!"
He then spoke to the doctor, and went on "Isn't he losing rather a lot of blood? It's spattered all over me."
"No - don't worry about it - it's only oozing out, and it looks much worse than it is. There's no major arteries there to pump it out at high speed, just a lot of little capillaries that will soon heal. I think we can get up now.
The two men got to their feet, and stood there astride me, embracing and kissing.
"Hey, we can't stand here all night like this - help me get him untied."
They untied the doctor's ties from my wrists and ankles, and I got to my feet. Looking down, I could see blood oozing out of my dick - nothing much was visible, just a bloody, red mess at the end.
"I'll just clean him up a bit, and use a disinfectant", the doctor told Matt. "Now, hold steady, slave - it's probably better if you hold your hands behind your head - we don't want you accidentally touching me!" He came up to me holding his crystal glass of bourbon, then reached down and neatly flipped the end of my dick into it! I screamed again, and my hips jerked backwards convulsively.
"Finest antiseptic there is - alcohol in good old bourbon! And it washes the dick clean."
He held the glass up, and I could see how the golden liquid was discoloured with my blood. The sharp, stabbing wincing pain in my dick started to die down, though, and I could see traces of blood starting to ooze out again. The doctor put the glass to his lips, and drank half, then proffered it to Matt, who looked a bit shocked, but drank the other half.
The doctor looked at Matt, then snapped at me "Your master's thighs are spattered with your blood! Get down there and clean them up for him!"
I wanted to say no, to tell him to fuck off. I'd had enough! I didn't care whether they punished me, there are just some things even a slave shouldn't be asked to do. But I could see that Matt wouldn't want to be embarrassed by having an unruly salve disobey a master, or have to go through the hassle of punishing me (what might his doctor invent as a punishment anyway, I wondered!). So I dropped to my knees and knelt in front of him, and put my arms up so that my hands could cup his ass to steady myself. Bending forwards, I slowly ran my tongue up and down Matt's thighs, licking off my own dried blood. The salty taste wasn't too bad as it was barely distinguishable above the salty taste of Matt's sweat. And as I licked upwards, I allowed my tongue to stray over his balls as they hung in front of me. Matt sighed deeply, and ruffled his fingers through my short hair, in a gesture of contentment.
"You'd better go now", the doctor said. "I'd like you to stay the night, Matt, but my wife's coming in on the 'copter first thing, and I need to tidy the place up. It's one thing to have a guy to dinner, it's another if I have him stay the night!
"Now", he went on, "Don't let the slave jerk himself off for two or three days. The tissue will heal very quickly and the scabs will fall off in about three days - the natural flexing and erection of his dick will see to that."
"Can he work?"
"Yes, of course - at his jobs around the harbour! But don't try to hire him out as a stud! The salt water will be good for the wound, anyway. But watch the sun - a lot of new skin is exposed, and it will be very susceptible to sunburn so make sure he creams up. Mind you, one of the reasons for 'skinning him was so that he didn't alarm ladies - until he has healed, that dick won't look very pleasant. Can't you find him something to do that means that he isn't exposed to the general public?"
The two men kissed goodnight and we climbed back into the skiff. Matt offered to row but I said, harshly "It's only my dick you've cut, you know, not my back muscles! You didn't succeed in wearing them and my arms out tonight!"
"I've told you before, slave, not to adopt that attitude with me! And don' be so fucking ungrateful!"
"Ungrateful? Ungrateful, for having an operation performed by a drunk doctor using a blunt scalpel.... No, of course I'm not ungrateful.... Thank you, master!"
"Oh Steve, you still don't get it, do you? The doctor is the most powerful man here. He's the trend-setter for all my customers. If he doesn't give me work, or if he tells people I'm no good, I lose my business. And if I lose my business, I'll have to sell up - and that includes you. You may not like being my slave, but how would you like to go back into a slave sale? You didn't sell last time, and there's always the organ banks waiting. Or perhaps one of the fuck shops will buy you - fancy having all those dicks up your ass? Or being made to stud fat old women? So quit griping - he's had his way, he's got you naked, and he's got you 'skinned. But you are a slave, and you actually have a pretty good life!"
"But he wants to fuck me - you heard him ask you if he could."
"Sure. So, he'll fuck you, so what? He's not going to do it until I let him. And there's no harm in it - what's wrong with taking a man's dick up your ass? You've taken it down the throat, after all!"
"But you don't do it! So why should I?"
"Because I get a choice. I'm a top, and I choose not to take it up my ass, although I like fucking a nice ass very much indeed, as you'll soon find out! But you're a slave - however much you may not want to take it, you have to; however much you may want to fuck an ass, you can only do so if your master lets you. Your choice doesn't come in to it - you're here to be used as your master wants."
"So you're going to fuck me..."
"Yes, of course I am. You know I like sex, and very soon you're going to experience the pleasure of having me up deep inside you. Apart from the fact that you're my slave, we're buddies, aren't we, living together and sharing a bed? What could be more natural than two buddies fucking?"
"But it's not natural! It's wrong! Men fuck women, not other men..."
"Where's all this 'not natural' and 'wrong' come from?
You're not one of those bible bigots are, you, who think it's the word of God?"
"Well, it does say men shouldn't...."
"It also says that the penalty for adultery is death, that usury is wrong... So don't go there! And as for it being not 'natural' - as you'll soon find out, an ass hole is exactly the right size to accommodate a dick, and give the most extreme pleasure to both men as they're doing it. What could possibly be unnatural about that?"
"But men are meant to fuck women...."
"Until a few days ago you thought men weren't supposed to jerk each other off. You thought that only a woman could give a man a blow job - didn't you learn that it's only another man who can really please a man when he's doing that? You've been so wrong about so many things relating to sex, I'm surprised you even express an opinion! How about, just for the time being, going along with the idea of listening to someone who's been there and done it. I've been married, and I've fucked both men and women - a lot of both. And I have to tell you that going with another man beats a woman any day. And it's not just me - every married man I know who's been with another man, and put aside his prejudice, thinks the same. You have to fuck women to breed, but for pleasure, it's another man every time."
I could see there was no point in arguing with Matt, but I still hated the idea of a dick up my ass. On the other hand, what he said about blow jobs was true - it was much better with him than with any of my girl friends.
"Matt, where's your wife now?"
"In the city. She's a hot shot lawyer, big in corporate law, like I used to be."
"You - a lawyer?"
"Yes. Harvard Law School, the works. But I decided to come fishing instead. I got tired of it, and when Billy was five, once the nanny had finished all the messy stuff, I thought we should move to the country to give him a proper upbringing. My wife didn't agree, though, as she'd rather do the career thing... So we split, amicably, and I looked after Billy until he was ten.
"What then?"
"I agreed with her that he should go back to the city.
The country's no place for a lad once he gets to be a teenager - he needs good schooling, lots of friends, lots of things to do.... So he lives in his mom's fancy apartment now and goes to a fancy school - we both agree he needs a good start in life, as he's got to follow us to Harvard. But he comes here every vacation."
"Does he like it?"
"Who cares? He's our son. He does as we tell him, until he's a man. He tried to rebel when he was 12, and pointed out that I had dropped out, so why did he have to go on working at school when he could come here and go to the local High School and have an easy time? And I had to explain to him that there's a difference about having the right education, having all the chances, then choosing to do something different, and HAVING to do something like being a fisherman because you couldn't do something else. He's pretty stubborn, though, and when reasoning failed I had to beat the shit out of him."
"And he still wants to come here...?"
"Of course he does! I'm his dad, aren't I? Wasn't there something special between your kids and you?"
"Well.. They were much younger... And my wife didn't let me..."
"There you go again! Excuses, excuses! 'My wife didn't let me...'. You're a man, Steve, or, rather, you were! You think you lost it when you were enslaved, but it sounds to me like you'd already lost it! I pity you, as you're not going to know the bond between a father and his son. Watch us next week - I think you'll be rather envious. Billy's arriving next week for the Summer, and he's now just 16. He's a proper man at last, and I've promised to show him what real men do - he's been fucking his girl friends for a couple of years, but he's only played around with proper sex."
I wanted to ask more, but the skiff bumped the quay, and we got out and went home.
End Of Part 10