HARBOUR MASTER, Part 16
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Reluctantly I untied Matt. I wasn't afraid of violence - he knew that I was stronger and physically more powerful than him. And, as he moved around, I could see that he was hurting, too - but his ass was only spanked with a sneaker, not branded like mine. But I knew all the tender membranes of his hole would be crying for relief from the hard, brutal fucking he'd had.
He went to a drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs - he'd never used these before, as he was so certain of himself, so I knew that he must be doubting his own powers now - and pushed me roughly over to the wall where he cuffed me to a radiator.
"You'll sleep there tonight, and I'll decide in the morning what to do with you. We both know you can't escape with that chip in you, but you might decide to do a runner, and I don't want the police bothered with all the work in tracking you down: folks might think I can't control my own slave, too!"
The bastard hadn't even let me wash after our sex, and in addition to shivering with the cold all night (the radiator wasn't on), I had to endure the stench of Matt's ass juices that dried onto my dick.
In the morning I still wasn't allowed to wash - I had a three day growth of beard now, and, with the cum, ass juice and sweat dried on my body, I must have been looking a rather sorry sight.
Matt ate his breakfast in silence, without giving me any.
"I'm going to loan you out to Grant until the weekend", he said. "There's not much work during the week now, and I'll deal with it. Grant can keep you out of my sight until it's time for your little trip to the doctors! The next week, we'll see who's in charge - I'm going to ream that ass of yours every single night, and there won't be any lube at all - without your balls, there'll be no cum to slick you with, will there?"
He was deliberately taunting me. I should have just let it go, but, no I just said "But you'll know for ever more, Matt, that when it really counts, when it's just man against man, with none of this master and slave stuff, I'm the winner! Every time you take my ass in future, and look at my smooth crotch where you've had my dick and balls removed, you'll know it's because you weren't enough of a man to tame me properly just by the force of your personality and the power of your dick. You'll know you're fucking me, but it won't give you any pleasure, as where's the excitement of fucking a man who can't respond properly? You're always saying you're such a top, but let me tell you, as someone who's proved it with you, and your son, that you don't know the first thing about it - you have to have tracer chips, the police, all the force of slavery, to get yourself up my ass. And all I needed was my body, to get up yours. So fuck you, Matt - you can do what you like with me, but I'll always be your superior, and we'll both know it."
Matt went upstairs, and returned holding the gag that I'd had at the salve dealers.
"I can't get you to shut up any other way", he sneered, "So you're going to wear this until the weekend. We'll take it off then, though, so we can hear you scream as you're sliced."
He pushed the ball of the gag towards my mouth, and I just stood there.
"Open your mouth, you piece of shit, or do you want me to knee you in the balls so that you scream and open it that way? I will, you know - and you may think that being sliced is the worst that could happen to you, but I'll remind you that there are always the organ banks waiting - I'd not make all that much money, but it would be very satisfying to see you carved up and sold off piece by piece..."
Reluctantly, I opened my mouth and Matt roughly pushed the ball in, positioning the hole in it so that it faced out, through my teeth. The steel attachment went around my head, and Matt pushed the two ends together tightly into the ratchet at the back, and locked it in place with the little key.
"That'll stop you blabbing to Grant! And, if he chooses to feed you, you'll have to have it squirted in. Now, follow me...."
Grant looked a bit surprised that Matt was giving me to him until the weekend, especially as Matt didn't demand a hire charge - Grant had started to say that he didn't need help, as his cousin Craig was back at work, but Matt just shut him up, saying "Well, you'd be doing me a favour - something's come up and I really need the slave house-sat - I can't leave him alone, can I? You wouldn't leave your dog by himself for days, and I don't want the slave left. So work him hard - he's all yours. Just keep him overnight, too, as you did before."
"Where's the key to his gag, Matt?"
"Oh, just keep it in - I'm punishing him for speaking out of turn. It'll do him good to be silent for a few days."
"But what about feeding him? And giving him water?"
"Well, if you want to, you can use the special squeeze tubes of slave chow - the applicator goes through the hole in the ball, and you just squeeze it down his throat. And as for water, well, just have a bucket available - he can push his head in and suck it up."
"Well, it sounds a bit cruel to me..."
"Look, Grant, you don't own a slave, and you can't know all the ins and outs of managing and training them properly. Slaves need to be disciplined sometimes, and this is one of those times. So don't worry - as I said, if you don't want to, don't feed him - it's only a few days, and he won't starve to death."
"Of course", he went on, "You won't be able to get him to suck you off.... But then, with that girlfriend of yours I don't suppose you're interested in sex with slaves."
Grant made a sort of noncommittal grunt in reply - could he be ashamed of fucking with me, I wondered? Surely not - all the other men around here seemed to have sex with other men, married or not.
"Come on", Grant said to me, "We need to catch the tide."
I leapt off the quay onto Grant's boat, and there was another guy there. "This is my cousin Craig", Grant told me. "Craig, meet Steve. Steve... Craig."
Craig instinctively reached out his hand and shook mine - the first gesture anyone had made to me in a long time to show that they thought of me as an equal!
I looked at him, and it was difficult to think that he and Grant were cousins - he was tall and kind of "wiry", I guess you'd say - very thin, but with muscles that looked like steel tendons: power without bulk. He was wearing just shorts, as was Grant, and his body was covered in black hair that wasn't wiry but kind of laid close to his skin. You could only just see his nipples, and as he turned around, I I could see his back had the same dense carpet of hair as his front.
Grant saw me looking, and joked "We used to call him 'monkey' at school! Come on, guys, let's get to sea...."
As soon as we were out of the harbour, Grant stripped off his shorts as usual. "Come on, Craig - don't be shy in front of Steve! He's seen it all before, you know, and he's a guy just like us. You don't want those shorts all covered in sea water and fish crap, do you? Work naked, as we always do."
Craig dropped his shorts, too, and I saw the "fur" extended all over him - his nicely sized dick sprang out of a veritable forest of pubes, and you could hardly see his balls at all they were so thickly coated.
We worked away, and it was obvious Grant and Craig were a perfect team - they hardly had to speak, and each knew exactly what had to be done to get al the pots and lines set. I hardly had to work at all, and mostly enjoyed the sunshine, although I was worried sick now about the weekend.
Grant dropped anchor, and we sat waiting for the lobsters to crawl into the pots so we could start to fish them out later ,as we'd done before. Grant had seen my scarred ass, of course, and now he and Craig came to look at it more closely.
"Fucking hell, Steve... It looks as if someone held something very hot against you....", Grant said.
I mumbled a kind of "yes", and nodded vigorously.
"No, not something, Grant - that's Matt's logo isn't it?", Craig added. "Someone's permanently burned Matt's mark into Steve's ass - he's been branded, just as if he's one of Matt's boats. Who would do that?"
"It was Matt ,wasn't it?" Grant asked me, and again I mumbled "yes", and nodded vigorously.
"What a bastard! I know you're only a slave, but he's got no right to do that to you! I bet it hurt like hell."
I nodded vigorously again.
"And it still hurts...? When Matt offered you, I was looking forward to fucking again - it was good last time, wasn't it?"
I nodded very vigorously.
"Well, I don't want to hurt you, so I guess we'll have to give it a miss". I shook my head now, and took his wrist in my hand and pulled him towards me gently, moving so that his hand rested on my dick.
"Hey, Craig, Steve wants me to fuck him anyway, I think. Sorry, cousin, but I can fuck you every day, and a nice piece of ass like Steve very rarely comes along. I told you didn't I, what a fantastic time we had last time..."
"Sure, Grant, no problem. I'm getting bored with your dick up me anyway - every day the same!". Craig was smiling as he said this, and his dark brown eyes had an engaging twinkle in them. "But why do you have to have all the fun? If you're dicking Steve, why can't he dick me? Unless, of course, you're man enough to shoot twice in one day..."
"You know I do that anyway, Craig! You out here on the boat, and Karen every night when I get home! I could easily do it three times, though.... But perhaps you deserve a treat - I bet a big guy like Steve can really ram it home, and I think sometimes I'm a bit too gentle for you."
Turning to me, Grant wet on "If you'd like to fuck Craig.... You'd better go first. After I've fucked you, you might not be able to fuck..."
Grant was a genuinely nice guy, I thought. He wasn't ordering me to fuck Craig, but was letting me do it if I wanted to. I looked at Craig, at his slim, wiry body covered in its thatch of curly black hair, and wondered what it would be like. All the guys I'd fucked before were "meaty" - big guys with strong muscles (even the doctor was well build, if old). How would it feel to have a tiny, bony ass to push in to? Was Craig's asshole small, too? Would I have a problem in getting in?
Well, there was only one way to find out!
I moved Craig back so that he lay on his back on top of the flat surface of the hatch cover, and stood over him, looking down. His body was kind of interesting - his nipples were only just visible through his fur, and, as I've told you, his dick was almost buried in the forest of hair around it. I reached into this dark forest, and as I touched his dick it sprang into life - he was as ready for it as I was, evidently. Although it was smaller than the dicks I was used to, it was warm and sensual in my hand, and I soon jerked him off to give me a nice load of his cum.
Of course, as I soon found out, even though Craig's hole was smaller than usual, with proper massaging and manipulation it was easily able to open up - it just shows you, I think, that the ass hole must have been made to take dicks: why else would something so small be able to stretch to so perfectly accommodate a big thick dick like mine?
I decided to fuck Craig with him lying on his belly on the hatch cover, with his feet on the ground. I stood behind him, and pushed my dick into him, and he gave a contented sigh - it was amazing how easy it was after the massaging, as Grant had taught me, and the proper preparation. I fucked the little guy long and slowly at first, and I rather enjoyed feeling his bony ass as it hit my pubic area. But, of course, I couldn't control my mounting excitement properly, and soon I was thrusting away with all the vigour I'm capable of, my big muscular ass and thighs forcing my dick in and out of him. That incredible sensation flooded through me - the physical feeling of his ass around my dick, the sensations from my blood-engorged dick as it did the work it was designed to do, and my own brain adding its feelings of power as I controlled and dominated this man, skewered on my dick.
Craig's moans and cries of pleasure turned into shouts - were they of pleasure, or of pain? I didn't care! But they turned me on even more, and my only response was to fuck him harder - to his shouts was added the sound of my body slamming into his. I desperately wanted to add my own shouts of triumph, but the gag prevented me, and I could only make low, deep, sustained grunts from deep inside me. I must have sounded like a huge animal in rut, as indeed I was!
When 'I finally shot, I went to fall forward on to him and cover him with my sweaty body, but realised just in time that I might crush him with my weight. But I didn't want to deprive myself of the sensation of surrounding him, of having his sweat soaked body pressed into mine, so I was careful to take most of my weight on my elbows. I wanted to kiss him, to finish my domination of him by thrusting my tongue deep into his mouth and making him know that both his openings were available to me should I choose to use them, but again I was stopped by the vile gag. I had to content myself with nuzzling at his neck, and scraping my two day' growth of beard over his face - his body stirred excitingly under mine as he wriggled and jerked and tried to get away, and in spite of having cum so recently, I felt my dick beginning to stir again at the thought of this man so totally in my power.
After fucking Craig so satisfyingly, I didn't really want Grant fucking me - in the ideal world, I'd have waited a bit to recover, then I would have fucked him.
But even dominant guys like me have to compromise sometimes, and Grant was a really nice guy and a satisfying lover as I knew from before. So I allowed him to position me on my back, and held my ankles to give him free access to me.
It was just as good as it had been the first time - gentle, and mild, and I got a lot of satisfaction from feeling Grant's dick in me as he thrust away - not like my own wild thrusting, but measured and sensual. It took for ever for him to cum, though, and afterwards he whispered in my ear "Are you OK, Steve? I tried not to touch that horrible brand scar of yours, as I don't want to hurt you - it took me so long as I went very gently. It was OK, wasn't it?"
I nodded in assent, but I thought that he was an idiot - look, I know he's a nice guy and all of that, but when it comes to fucking, as man needs to do what he has to, in order to satisfy himself. If I'd been Grant, I'd have banged away at my ass to satisfy myself, even if it resulted in pain from the brand scar for me! When it comes to sex, a man's own needs come first, don't they?
We sat there in the sunshine then, three guys all happily relaxing in that after glow you get after a good fuck, and Grant and Craig were chatting away, trying to involve me, even though I was gagged. They went on and on about what a lot of fun this three-way had been, and how we were all satisfied - Craig likes to take it, Grant likes to give it, and I was considered to be versatile - I probably wouldn't have told them otherwise even if I could have, but I laughed inwardly: versatile? No, I only took it from Grant because I had to!
"Grant, why don't you get Matt to lend us Steve more often? Or perhaps we could hire him every now and then - it would be worth losing a bit of money on the catch that day in exchange for fun like this!"
"Sure... I suppose we could."
They looked at me, but all I could do was shake my head, kind of in sorrow.
"Steve, surely you want to do this again? I nodded vigorously.
"But you don't think you can? Again, I nodded.
"Why not? Won't Matt let you?" I nodded again, but now I was feeling so depressed I just kind of sat here, looking the very picture of misery. They'd never guess that I'd no longer be a man, no longer able to have any kind of sex at all.
Grant and Craig carried on talking about why on earth Matt wouldn't lend me out, but then it was time to get the pots back in and we all three worked away, until we made our way back to the town.
Grant had called his wife on the cell to tell her that I was staying with them that night, and as we went into the house I saw a pair of freshly laundered crisp white shorts laid out for me. There wad the most amazing smell of a delicious stew pervading the house, and I almost started to drool from my gagged mouth at the very thought of being given some of it.
Karen, Grant's girl friend, called out "Grant - I'll be down soon. Get Steve into those shorts - it would make me too horny to have to look at his dick all night! You must both be starving, and I'll serve you both dinner in just a moment - it's all done!"
She appeared just as I'd pulled the shorts on, and kissed Grant deeply - I thought it was so odd to see her kissing him lie this, when just such a short time ago it had been Craig's tongue down his throat.
We sat down, and Karen had not noticed my gag, as she placed a big steaming bowl of the fragrant stew in front of me. It was only then that Grant said "Honey, Steve's been gagged by Matt. If we want him to eat this, put it in the blender and I'll feed him."
Karen came and looked at my gag in horror, but tipped the food into the blender and turned it into a fine sludge. Grant meanwhile rummaged in the kitchen drawers, and found a small funnel.
"OK, Steve, we don't want you to miss Karen's cooking!
Lie back on the table."
It was odd, lying on my back on the table, knowing I was going to be fed, rather than fucked - normally I only lay on my back when a dick was going to be pushed up my ass! But Grant pushed the funnel through the hole in my ball gag, then took a spoon and put spoonsful of the stew sludge into it so that they dropped through into my mouth. It was delicious, but of course part of the pleasure of real food is being able to chew it, and the texture, and neither of these was available to me.
Karen was watching, then said, suddenly, "Grant, stop that! It's not right to treat a human being like that! It's just as if Steve's some sort of animal that you're force feeding! We've got to take that gag off him, and let him eat properly."
"Karen, let me deal with this, will you? Matt loaned him to me, and he's my responsibility. You're right - it wouldn't be right to treat a human being like this.
But Steve isn't a human being any more, he is an animal, he's just a slave. If Matt chose to have him permanently gagged, we have no right to take it off. So either we feed Steve like this, or I just squeeze a tube of slave mush in to him."
"No - he is a man, and even though he's a slave, he should be treated with some shred of human decency. Now, get that gag off him."
"I've told you to leave men's work to men, honey. You can't be expected to understand how a man should treat a male slave. And, as I said, Matt chose to have him gagged, and I'm not going against Matt's wishes."
Karen didn't say another word, but flounced off into the kitchen and I heard a lot of rattling and banging that sounded like drawers and cupboards being ransacked. She came in a few moments later and dumped a whole lot of stuff on the table - odd knives, corkscrews, screwdrivers, metal skewers - all the odd stuff that makes its way to live in the kitchen.
"Sit up, Steve", she commanded, and, when I did so, she started to attack the catch at the back of my gag with all the odd bits of metal she'd found.
"Karen, stop that!"
"No, Grant. If you won't treat Steve with a bit of human decency, well I will, and I'm taking that gag off him."
Grant went to put his hand on her arm to stop her, but she shook him away. "Don't you try to stop me! And if you're not going to help, don't think you can make it all up to me in bed tonight! If you're not with me on this, Grant, you're against me... And you can sleep on the couch down here tonight."
"But Karen, it's Matt's slave...."
"And Matt won't know. We can put the gag back on tomorrow. And I'm sure Steve won't tell."
She continued to attack the latch, and Grant now asserted his manhood by taking over the job from her, knowing that men were better with tools. Ten minutes later he had made no progress, and he was getting frustrated. Getting the latch open had turned into a personal challenge, and he stormed out to the shed and came back with his tool chest.
It took another fifteen minutes of work until the catch sprang with a little snick, and I was able to take the saliva-soaked ball out of my mouth.
"Thanks, Karen, thanks Grant.... You don't know good this feels!" I was working my jaws up and down as I spoke, as they were so sore after being held forced open by the gag.
Karen served me another bowl of the delicious stew, and I sat hunched over it, spooning down fragrant mouthfuls, and filling my empty belly.
"You look as if you haven't eaten for days....", Karen said.
I stopped eating, looked at her, and murmured "Well, about a day and a half, actually."
"Steve didn't feed you?"
"No, mam. He's punishing me. Like the gag."
"Why? What did you do?"
I blushed. I could hardly tell her he was so pissed off at me because I fucked him, could I. So I stammered "Well... Well... We had a disagreement."
Karen turned to Grant and remarked "That Matt's the one who should be gagged! Starving Steve and gagging him like this just over an argument. The poor guy - how would you like it, Grant?"
She picked up the saliva-soaked gag and held it in front of Grant's face.
"Karen, don't! I don't want Steve's soiled gag near my mouth!" Why not, I thought bitterly, he was glad enough of my saliva-soaked tongue in it!
"Well you see, Grant, how horrible this gag is! You'll have to put it back on Steve tomorrow, as I want nothing more to do with it."
Karen went off to make us big mugs of coffee, and Grant and I sat in front of the fire just like two buddies might.
"So what's all the big row about? And why is Matt so pissed off with you that he's not going to let me hire you?"
"Well, it's not that... He might hire me out.... No, he's going to hire me out, but as a fuck toy. He's going to start a new sideline hiring me to the week-enders to fuck, if they want to."
"Well, in the week, Craig and I can hire you to work on the boat, and I can fuck you! And you can fuck Craig - he's a real bottom!"
"No... I guess you can hire me.... But I won't be able to fuck."
"Why not?"
At that moment, Karen came back in with the coffee, and I went on. Knowing I didn't have to say anything about fucking on the boat "Well, next weekend, Matt's having my dick and my balls cut off. I won't be a man any longer - no dick, no balls." As I said this, the horror of my situation struck home again and I almost sobbed. It seemed so hopeless.
"What?" Karen cried.
"Mam, he's not only going to have me castrated, but he's getting my dick sliced off where it comes out of my body..."
"Grant, you've got to stop this!"
"Look, what do you expect me to do, honey? He's Matt's slave, and if he wants to do it, he can. The only way we could stop it is if we bought him from Matt, and we simply can't afford the price, even if Matt were willing to sell. And I think this is some sort of 'grudge' thing - Matt is doing this for a reason, so he won't change his mind."
"So we must help Steve escape. Let's find him proper clothes, give him a few hundred dollars..."
"Sorry, Karen", I cut in, "It won't work. There's no escape for me because of the tracker chip. However far I go, they can track me down, and escaped slaves are always hunted down and killed. Only if I lived the rest of my life down a mine or something would I be safe."
Karen and Grant had never really understood the tracker chip concept, so I described to them how it had been fitted to me.
"So let's have it taken out... I'm sure we could afford the hospital...."
"Mam, no - no hospital or doctor will dare do the operation, as if they're found out, it's automatic enslavement for them.
We talked on, but there seemed to be no solution. I heard Karen and Grant continuing to talk s they went to bed, until Grant's usual nightly fucking of Karen silenced them both.
I ate a good breakfast the next morning, then Grant said "Steve, mate, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to put the gag in again - Matt might see us walking to the boat, you know. But I'll bring the tool I found with me, so that as soon as we're out of the harbour I can let you free."
There's something about putting a gag into a man, even when he's submitting to it willingly, as I did. I'd knelt in front of Grant to make his job easy, and as he fiddled with the catch, I could see his erection stretching the front of his shorts - even mild, gentle Grant could be turned on by this simple act of making a man more submissive to you.
As I stood up, I dropped my shorts and picked them up, folded them neatly, and handed them to Karen - I knew I had to be naked in the street. She looked at me, naked in front of her, but said kindly "Good luck, Steve - I'm sure Grant and Craig will think of something whilst you're on the boat today.". Then she leaned forward, and gently kissed me on my cheek. This is the first time I'd had physical contact with a woman since my enslavement, and an attractive woman, too. I flushed with embarrassment as my dick gave a little lurch and I went half erect - I knew Karen, and, worse, Grant, must be able to see my state. I was glad when Grant opened the door and we went out into the street.
Grant undid my gag as soon as we were at sea, and soon all three of us were working away, all naked. Other than my brand, we were all the same once we were all naked, and anyone looking at us would have thought that we were just three ordinary workmen toiling there, not two free men and one slave. I felt so close to Grant and Craig, and when we repeated our mutual fucking, it cemented the bonds between us - I lay there afterwards with Craig's hairy body lying across mine, and with my head resting on Grant's belly as he lay sprawled on a pile of nets.
Grant then told Craig about what was to happen to me, and he was as appalled at Grant had been. As we continued to lie there in the hot sun, Craig said
"Look, the real problem is that tracker chip. Without it, Steve could escape and Matt's scheme would fail. So why don't we get it out of him?"
I explained what we'd been told at the enslavement centre, about how an operation would be needed, and that no doctor would risk doing it.
"But you say they inserted it via your ass, with some sort of probe. And it was less than about three feet long?"
"Yes, Craig. It felt enormous, but it wasn't that long really, I suppose."
"Well then, let's see if we can't find that chip and get it out - you say it wasn't actually a 'chip', but more a small cylinder?"
"Yes - it had a kind of clip at one end, spring loaded, and it fitted on the end of the probe. When it was right in me, they released something on the probe and they told me that the spring clip would then hold the little cylinder firmly in place."
"Go and fetch me some of the grease we use on the cables, Grant", Craig went on, then said to me "Look, Steve, you know I like being fucked? Well, I like a few other things too - have you heard about fisting?"
"Yes - I couldn't believe a man's hand could go up an ass..."
"Well, it can. If you're properly stretched and well lubed, not only a hand, but the whole arm can go up a guy - I have a couple of buddies who regularly stretch me and go in to me up to the elbow. I'm going to do that to you now, and feel around inside your gut and see if I can't locate that 'chip'."
"There's some risk", he went on "I usually take it, and I haven't actually been right up a guy's ass before. It's dangerous, you know, as it's easy to damage the internal organs. But I think I know what I'm doing. Do you want to give it a shot?"
"Look, Craig, as far as I'm concerned, if I lose my dick and balls then I'm as good as dead - I won't be a man. So please do your best."
The thin, wiry man stood in front of me as he coated his hand, forearm and arm right up to his shoulder with the thick grease that Grant had found. He was massaging it in well, and his dark, black hair covered arm was soon coated in the thick gunge.
"Right then. We may as well get started. Lie down, Steve, on the hatch cover. Make yourself a comfortable as you can, as we may be a long time."
"Look, Craig, are you sure?", Grant asked. "What if it all goes wrong, and you do something inside him so he starts bleeding out, or something?"
"Well, we'd have a problem! If we took him back to shore, Matt would know that we'd been up inside him, and the authorities would know we were trying to locate his chip. So it would be automatic enslavement for us. We'd end up being paraded nude along the quay, owned by Matt, I guess..."
"Look, guys, I can't ask you to take that risk...."
"He's right!", Craig said. "Look, Steve, the risk has to be all yours. If I mess up your insides and you're bleeding all over the place, I'm going to take this fish filleting knife and cut your throat. I'll be quick, so you won't feel any pain.... Then we'll tie weights to your body, and dump you overboard. We can tell Matt you slipped, or something... He'll be furious, but there'll be no proof... And there's no problem with a dead slave, it's not like killing a free man."
"You couldn't, Craig", Grant cut in. "You couldn't kill Steve..."
"Look, cousin, if the choice is kill Steve - nice guy, but a slave, or have you and me enslaved and parading around nude, being used as every man's fuck toy.... Then yes, I could. And I would."
"No", I now said. "Craig's right. I don't mind taking the risk. Please, Craig... Try. I just can't lose my dick."
It was Grant who did the first bit, gently and soothingly massaging and stretching my hole so that he was using all his five fingers, and then it was Craig's turn.
I looked at his arm as he approached, and Grant said, to try to cheer me up, "Don't worry, Steve, mate - he's only a little thin guy! His arm's only about twice as big as my dick when it's hard. You never thought you could stretch to take my dick that first time, and you did. Well, you can stretch to take his arm, too!"
Well, it wasn't exactly pleasant - I did think I'd approached the absolute limit of what I could bear as Craig worked his way into me. He took a long time, and went very slowly, and every time he saw me flinching or showing any sign of discomfort he stopped and allowed me to rest and recover. I can't see what guys who are being fisted see in it - I can understand that for Craig having me so in his power must be awesome - as first his elbow, and then his upper arm disappeared into my hole, I knew I was totally at his mercy! It would be easy for him to seriously injure me internally, and there wouldn't be anything I could do about it - the domination of me that he now had was simply awesome.
It did look strange, of course, to see so much of another man up my hole, and Craig took a long time - I suppose he was "rummaging around", trying to find the chip. He suddenly grunted, thought, and his whole body tensed as he fiddled around, then he slowly, oh so slowly, started to withdraw.
The tension was palpable - we were all so tense, and sweating, and none of us spoke. Craig's hand came out of me, and there, coated in my ass juice, was a tiny metal cylinder.
"There it is, Steve! You're a free man now!", Craig said. "Do a runner, and they'll never be able to track you down."
I got up, and almost fell over as the soreness of my ass hit me, threw my arms around Craig and hugged the little guy. Grant came and folded his arms around both of us, and I felt closer to guys than I had ever done before. There was something beautiful in the way that three men had all risked so much to help one guy, and I wanted that moment to go on for ever.
End Of Part 16