HARBOUR MASTER, Part 17
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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We had to make plans, though, and Grant was in favour of me going back with him that evening, then simply "disappearing" - he'd give me some clothes, and some cash, and I'd hitch out of town and never return. That was obviously the right thing to do, but I wasn't satisfied: I wanted revenge on Matt, and the doctor, for what they had been planning.
Somehow parading through the streets that night, still naked, was difficult for me. I hadn't bothered much about nudity at all recently, but now I knew I was "free", it started to worry me. As I strode along behind Grant, my dick swinging freely and the gag stretching my jaws, I felt a burning resentment that I had to do this. I almost hated the evening strollers who turned to stare at my magnificent body, and even pass remarks to each other about my dick and balls.
Grant undid my gag as soon as we got back to his house, and tonight I did not kneel in front of him - he had to stand. And I was so glad of the shorts - as a free man now, I don't think I could have borne being naked in front of Karen.
We had a really great time that night. Grant and Karen were so happy for me, and the little "chip" sat in the middle of the table as we ate.
"So what are you going to do, Steve?" Karen asked me. "We don't have a lot of money in the bank, as Grant's paying off the mortgage on the boat. But you can take all we have - I know you'll repay us one day. I'll drive you to Town tomorrow, and you can get a bus out.... Disappear into the city for a while, and they'll never find you. Grant will tell Matt you went off on the boat tomorrow morning as usual, so by the time Grant gets back tomorrow night without you, you'll have had a whole day to make good your escape."
"No, Karen" - I'd dropped the "mam" now that I was a free man again, well, at least I felt like one, whatever the law said. "I'm going fishing tomorrow as usual, and then Grant is going to deliver me back to Matt, gagged. I have a few things to work out..."
They tried to persuade me, of course, but it was no good. I lay there that night, listening to Grant and Karen fucking in their bedroom above, and planned and plotted.
When Karen gave me a goodbye peck on the cheek the next morning, as a free man I felt I could respond, and kissed her back. My dick really did jump now at the feel of a woman's skin against my lips, and I added to my list of things to be done once I was away: having a "proper" fuck again with a woman. We had a great day on the boat - we really were equals now, and I organised the "play" at lunch time - I chose how I was going to fuck Craig, and it was I who told Grant how he could fuck me that day. I really felt my old self returning. We lay there like brothers in the sun after our sex, but there was sadness in the air - we all knew I had to be out of there in the next day or so, and this was probably the last time we'd enjoy each others bodies, therefore. Just before we docked, Grant and Craig both hugged me, and I felt close to tears at the thought that I'd be losing these guys who had been prepared to risk so much to help me.
As we were walking back to Grant's house, his cell went off. I could tell it was Matt on the phone from the way the conversation went. When he'd finished, Grant turned to me, and he looked worried.
"Look, Steve, I don't know what plans you had. But Matt has said that he wants me to take you around there in cuffs, as well as with your gag. He said that he was concerned that you might do something stupid, as he'd told you about what was to happen later tonight, and that I should cuff you as you wouldn't be expecting it. I'm going to have to do it, else Matt will smell a rat - but won't that fuck up whatever plans you had?"
Well, it did, and royally! I'd planned to overpower Matt as soon as we were alone, and if I was cuffed, I couldn't do it.
When we got back to Grant's, there, waiting for us, was a pair of modern slave cuffs - tough stainless steel that fit all sizes. Lightweight, so that slaves can wear them for protracted periods, but strong so that there's no way a slave can break free. Karen said that they'd been dropped off my Matt earlier, and repeated that Matt had told her that Grant was to cuff me.
"Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry..", Karen said. But Grant was thinking, went out to the shed, and came back with his tool kit. He worked away on the cuffs for several minutes, then said "OK, Steve, this is it! Hands behind your back, mate..."
I stood there, and there was the feeling of the cold metal against my wrists and the snap as the cuffs closed.
"Don't worry, Grant, Karen.... I'll make it somehow..."
"Well, I've given you a bit of a hand", Grant cut in. "I've sawn through one of the links half way. The problem is, there's no way of testing whether you can break free - it has to look firm enough and be strong enough so that if Steve tests it, it will hold. But it has to be weak enough so that you can break free if you need to - you're a strong guy, we know, but your arms are at a huge mechanical disadvantage when they're cuffed behind your back. I just hope I've got it right. You can't test it, as if you do break them, we can't fix them."
"Grant, don't worry - you've already done so much for me. I'll always be grateful, whatever happens..."
We said proper goodbyes then, but just as Grant was gagging me for the last time I remembered something. "Hey - the 'chip' - I need that in case I'm tested in a slave barrier or scanner."
There it was, still on the table. "But where are you going to carry it?", Grant asked. "Not in your mouth, as Matt will be removing the gag. You could hold it, I suppose, but suppose your fingers open if you're hit or something, and it drops out..."
"It's got to go up my ass", I said. "That's the only way. And I can't put it there as I'm now cuffed and we don't have the key. Can you just slide it up my ass for me so that it's concealed - but not so far that I can't get it out if I need t? And tie up those barbs on the end of it with tape or something, so it can't dig into me and lodge there permanently again."
Grant looked really unhappy about doing this, and I then realised why - he didn't like to be seen to be very familiar with a man's ass hole and the way it worked in front of Karen! I began to wonder if she even knew about Grant's enjoyment of men!
But I bent over and lay my chest and belly on the table, and watched by Karen (which made me feel so humiliated!), Grant first stretched my ass gently, then popped the tiny cylinder up it.
There was no further reason to delay then, and we set out for Matt's, and as we walked along my heart was racing - could I break free when I needed to? And, if I did, would my plan work anyway?
Matt was waiting when we arrived, and I thought he was really rather gruff with Grant, getting rid of him as soon as he'd bent down and tested the cuffs.
"So, Steve, here you are, a whole man for the last time. Come on...."
He grabbed my dick, and used it as a handle to pull me through the house and up to the bedroom - I've never been so humiliated: I knew the way, after all, and he could just have told me to follow him. In the bedroom he took out my gag, and we stood there looking at each other.
"I'm going to be the last man to fuck you when you're still a man", Matt told me. "I've got you cuffed, as I remember what happened last time we met: I'm your owner and I'm doing the fucking this time."
He pushed me backwards onto the bed, and I fell heavily onto my cuffed arms, and gave a little grunt of surprise and pain. Matt stood looking at me, slowly stripping his clothes off, then came and straddled my belly as he'd done before and squatted down so that I felt his moist ass on my hot body. I was in a lot of discomfort, as his whole weight was now pushing me back onto my cuffed arms, and I tried to move to get more easy. Matt stroked his dick as he squatted there, looking at me.
"You know, Steve, it's a pity it's turned out this way. I think we could have got on rather well, if you'd just made up our mind to submit and had not tried to take charge. If you'd let Bill fuck you, and stayed an obedient fuck toy for me, we might have had quite a good life here. I hope you realise that it's all your own fault, and that taking your balls and dick off is the only way I can get you to see that you're just a slave."
He waddled forward on his knees and ended up with them pressing into my shoulders so that I was pinned down. He raised himself up so that his dick was hovering over my face, then used his hand to swing his dick backwards and forwards so that it slapped my face hard - first on one side, then the other.
"See how my dick is punishing you, Steve? It's going to be punishing your ass in a moment. I'd have liked to fuck your throat, like Sam did, but I don't want to risk you biting me. But you can at least kiss my dick tip to show you now properly accept your servile status.
He inched his dick towards me, and scraped the head along my lips. He was running with pre-cum, and I could feel it moist and slimy against me. I moved my head upwards, and went to bite it! But the ball gag stopped me closing my teeth together, and I did him no damage.
"So, you haven't accepted it, have you? Trying to bite your owner's dick - that's not very nice! If your behaviour doesn't improve after you've been sliced and nutted, I'll have to have your teeth pulled out - I can't risk you biting the dick of one of my customers, can I? You won't be quite as handsome after that, but who cares - most guys you'll meet from now on will be looking at your ass, or your mouth, only and won't care that you used to be one of the best looking guys around."
"Now, though - there is just one thing. I need to piss, and the only place around here is in your mouth as I don't want to get up from this bed..."
His dick hovered over my mouth again, and I was appalled at what he was going to do - I turned my head to one side, to get away from it.
"Stop that, Steve! Get on my dick, boy, as your master wants to give you a drink!"
He reached down to turn my head forward, but I went all the way and turned it right over so I ended up facing the other way.
"Boy, get on your owner's dick...." His hand was now gripping my chin, and he wrenched my head up to face forwards. As I looked up at him, I could see the gleam of power in his eyes and he was relishing this utter domination of me - I couldn't move my body as he had me pinned, he was holding my chin and jaw so tightly it hurt, and once again his dick was hovering over my mouth.
He used his other hand to position his dick tip at he hole passing through my ball gag, and then my mouth filled with the acrid taste of piss, and my nose was assailed by the smell. My mouth filled up, but I refused to swallow. It was bad enough having it filling my mouth, but there was no way I was going to take it down. Piss started to run out of the sides of my mouth, and I felt it running hotly down my jaw then down my neck.
"Get on it, boy! Take your master's piss!". Steve was angry now, and reached down and simply clamped my nose closed between his thumb and forefinger. I now couldn't breathe. I held it as long as I could, but with my lungs screaming for air I simply had to swallow what was in my mouth so that I could breathe in. It stung my throat as it went down, and I coughed and choked a bit as I struggled for breath as the piss went down me.
"Good boy", Matt crooned. "A good boy takes his master's piss as a precious gift, just as you are now, Steve."
He had managed to turn off the flow, but now he started again, and my mouth was again full of his vile urine. I wasn't going to give in, and I still refused to swallow until he had again totally forced me to by cutting off the air through my nose.
He'd finished then, though, but he wiped his wet dick head around my face, concentrating on my upper lip so that his piss smell was unavoidable in my nose.
"That' s better!", he told me. "Now I've emptied my bladder, it's time for that final fuck. Now, shall I do you 'missionary' - no, I've been looking at your face enough today. So it's 'doggy' for you, Steve...."
He got off me, and roughly pulled at me so that I rolled over on to my belly.
"Yes, that's good... .that fantastic ass of yours, waiting to be ploughed by your owner. I'm not going to lube you at all - you're going to feel my big hard dick tearing and bruising the membranes of your hole. You're going to remember this final fucking, as it will not only be your last one as a man, but it will be memorably painful. You know, I might even have more brands put on you - the MJM logo might look good burned into your pecs, or into that lovely washboard belly of yours... Or perhaps into your real cheeks...."
As he was speaking, I could feel the tip of his finger tracing out the furrows of my brand.
"Yes, I think I will have you branded again. Feeling this mark on you makes me realise how satisfactory it is to give a slave something completely indelible. But time presses on - we're due at the doctor's. So now for the final fuck.... Get your ass in the air!"
I lay there flat out, determined not to obey him. Matt forced his hand down between my legs and roughly grabbed my balls. He gave them a 'yank', and I screamed through my gag.
"You little fucker! Still defying me! I said get your ass in the air. Now, do it - else I'll tear your balls off, and we won't wait for the proper surgery!"
Reluctantly I raised my ass and moved my knees backward, and Matt at once started to slap me, hard, with all the power of his arms and hands.
"I'm tenderising your rump, slave, so that when I take you it will be another memorable experience. There's going to be no lube, nothing - just my dick in your ass. You won't know what's worse - the rasping of my raw dick in you, or the pain in your ass as I slam into it! Now, get ready...."
I felt Matt's hot dick probing along my ass then touching my hole. Surely, I thought, he couldn't be serious - no lube at all, not even a lick of spit! But he was: I felt his dick pushing at me, and then the pressure increased and increased as Matt forced himself forward. I wanted to shout and scream as it was really hurting - my delicate membranes were being torn apart, I thought, by this forced entry - but the gag stopped me. There was nothing else for it - I flexed my shoulder muscles and biceps and started to try to pull my wrists apart. I grunted and strained, but nothing seemed to be happening other than that the cuffs bit into the flesh of my wrists, adding a new flood of pain to that I was already experiencing.
I tried harder, but still nothing happened - Christ, Grant must have not filed through that link enough.
Matt sensed my wriggling straining, and hissed at me "That's right, slave boy - struggle all you like, but my dick's going up your ass! Is it hurting enough yet? Are those cries of despair I'm hearing? Now hold on - I think I'm through, and I'm going t o ram home in one go - you'll never have experienced anything like this...."
He thrust himself violently into me, and I would have been screaming the top of my head off if I could have as the shock was so great as his dick simply tore in to me. That was all I needed, though - as my body spasmd, the additional exertion caused the link to snap and my hands were free.
Matt had pulled back, ready for another savage thrust, and was so surprised at seeing my arms fly free that he almost pulled out of me completely - so it was easy for me to twist around, push him backwards, and attack him.
You know we've fought before, and you know the outcome - my hard, work-toned body ultimately triumphed over Matt, even though he was perhaps a little more solid. It took several minutes, but soon I was squatting astride his chest, my cock hovering over his face.
"Get off, Steve", Matt said. "You're only making it worse for yourself! You can't kill me, and so you're going to have to let me up sooner or later - and the later it is, the more severe your punishment will be. I've already decided on a public whipping after your slicing and castrating - it will amuse the crowds to see a big muscular stud like you to be tied to the whipping frame with a smooth crotch! But there's worse we can do, you know - I don't have to sell you to the organ banks, but I could sell one eye, perhaps!
Now, you stupid young fucker, get off me, before I really lose my temper!"
I got off Matt, and he was so confident in his power over me that he sat on the edge of the bed, not bothering to look at me. I had no intention of giving in, though, and used this opportunity to get out of the drawer in the chest where Matt had kept it the collar and cuff combination I had been wearing at the slave dealers.
As Matt sat there, I crept up on him from behind, hauled him back on to the bed, grabbed his balls, and made him flip over on to his belly. I sat astride him, and then it was relatively easy to get the collar around him and pull each arm in turn up to fasten it to the cuffs built in to the back off the collar. Of course Matt struggled like a wild man, but it did him no good - he was already tired, and I was on top of his back. And so he was soon neatly cuffed.
I got off him, and he got up and rushed at the door, but I tripped him up and he crashed to the floor heavily, unable to save himself by putting his arms out. I rummaged around in the bedside drawer and found the key to my gag, and reached around and released myself.
Matt had started to recover, and began to shout "Help... Help.....", so I quickly leapt on him, straddled his back again and yanked his head up and back.
"Shut up, you fucker, if you don't want your neck snapped... Now, open your mouth...."
Matt didn't obey me, and I had to give his neck a powerful wrench again before I was able to get the ball gag into his mouth. Then I was safe - with the catch snapped tight behind his head he couldn't remove it, and he was muted, so he couldn't call for help. And with his hands cuffed behind his neck, he was at my mercy.
"Now, Matt, what was good enough for me is going to be what you get.... Get off the floor, get up on the bed, and prepare for the fucking of your life. You didn't want to give me at least the dignity of lubing me, and I'm not going to lube you. You don't like being fucked, as I know, but I can tell you you'll like it even less without even a little spit!"
Actually, I hated it - it's a great idea to fuck a man without lube, it seems so macho. And, in truth, I didn't fuck Matt - I raped him! I was so pissed off by everything that had happened, especially the way he was most recently going to treat me that I just lost it - I didn't even start slowly then lose it as I usually do - from the very first moment my dick approached his ass, I was violently, passionately thrusting at him with all my power. Even with his gag he was making so much noise I had to push his head down onto the bed to shut him up. I shot very quickly, and was glad to pull out of his hole. People just don't know that without lube it's your dick, as well as his ass, that has it rough! I was really sore, and I knew Matt must be, too - but a lot more so, as your dick is really quite tough, but the ass hole is soft and tender to start with.
He lay there looking at me, and I thought he would either blow a blood vessel with anger, or start sobbing with the humiliation and pain! But I wasn't finished for the evening yet - I went to the closet and got out a silk tie that Bill had left behind, and looped it through the restraint ring on Matt's collar and around the bed post. I tied it really tight, hauling Matt's neck as close as possible to the bedpost as I didn't want him to get any leverage - I was fairly certain that he couldn't break the tough fibres of a silk tie from that position.
"See you later, Matt", I told him. "Lie there and think about what you're going to get when I return. I might be off to get a few guys in to go up that ass of yours - you're a pretty good fuck, you know. Or, of course, I might be off to borrow the slicing machine from the good doctor.... Would you like that, Matt - if a little nub left nestling in my pubic hair would look good, what would it look like on you? Anyway, think on - but don't piss on the bed - if you need to go, hold it!"
I rummaged around again to find the key to the cuffs Matt had used on me, and once clear of them, now magnificently and totally naked I walked out and ran very quickly down to the harbour. I did a running dive off the quay and struck out for the doctor's boat - I didn't even notice the chill of the water, I was so excited.
As I got closer to the boat I deliberately slowed down, as I wanted to surprise the doctor, and I was barely breaking water when my hand at last touched the side. I climbed very carefully up the companionway ladder, then looked in - the doctor was there, immaculately dressed as usual, fiddling around with his slicing machine - it was laid out on a snowy white towel, together with a selection of steel surgical instruments.
I opened the door, and he looked around in total shock.
"Slave... Where's Matt?"
"He's not coming, doctor."
"So are you here for the slicing all by yourself.... I thought..."
"Yes I'm here for a slicing, doctor. But first, I'm going to fuck you. Now, strip!"
"Look, slave.... Steve.... I think you've forgotten our positions. You're a slave, and masters don't strip at a slave's command..."
"No, doctor, I've not forgotten. But there's something you don't know - I'm operating as a free man now. And if a big, tough, strong free man tells a weaker one to strip, he'd better be obeyed!"
"No... Steve... I don't understand what's going on here, but I don't want to take my clothes off in front of you..."
"I told you to get naked - are you going to do it?"
"Steve, let's be reasonable...."
I hit him, hard - just my open hand on the side of his head. It was enough to send him staggering and he collapsed onto a couch, but not enough to do any permanent damage to him.
"Do you want to argue, doctor, or are you going to do as you are told? Get naked!"
He got up, and reluctantly started to remove his shirt. He had a T on underneath, and as he went to pull that over his head, he turned his back to me.
"Face me!", I snapped. "I want to see your body as it emerges. I didn't get a chance to look at it when you were forcibly fucking me, so now I want to take a good, long look..."
He seemed embarrassed by his chest , although there was no reason why he should be - he didn't have proper pecs, but neither had his tits gone all flabby and hanging down as some older men do if they're overweight.
He took his shoes off - he was bare footed inside them - then slid his immaculate pants down, to stand there in crisp white cotton boxers.
He just stood there, and I had to say "I'm waiting, doctor.... I said 'naked' - are you ashamed of that dick of yours? It was big enough to hurt me, so you can't have too much to be ashamed of..."
He slid the boxers down, and stood in front of me as bare as I was. I remembered the grey and white pubic hair as I looked at him, and could see the start of the "creping" of his old body, particularly around his upper thighs.
"Right - kneel down in front of me, and masturbate. I want to see that dick in action - last time, you had me on my knees and I didn't get a good look."
"No... Please... I can't.... It's undignified...."
"You don't know the meaning of undignified, doctor! Not until you've been a slave! Now, get on your knees - here, in front of me."
He knelt down, and his head was bent in shame.
"I told you to masturbate. And be sure to catch the semen...."
"No, please... Don't make me...."
"All right, then." He looked up at me, as if he couldn't believe what I'd said. I continued "You don't have to masturbate if you don't want to. But I'm going to fuck you, and your spunk's the only lube that's going to be used. If you don't want to jerk yourself off, that's fine by me - but then I'll have to fuck you dry! And as Matt has already found out tonight, that will hurt you a whole lot more than it hurts me."
"No... Please.. Don't fuck me.... I don't take it..."
"You know, that's exactly what Matt said! Well, I don't like taking it either, but when a man has no choice, he has to. I had no choice as a slave, and you have no choice as we're alone here, and I'm stronger and tougher than you are. You're going to have my dick up your ass, and the only choice you have is whether it's going up there dry, or nicely lubed with your own cum. Now... What's it to be? Being fucked is inevitable, the rest is up to you...."
I thought he as going to die with the humiliation of it, as he knelt there in front of me, a man he thought of as a slave, trying to get his dick erect and then to beat it enough to make himself cum! He went bright red as he flushed, then broke out with sweat as his exertions continued, and finally the amount of cum he produced was not very great - the penalties of getting old, I suppose!"
"Good, doctor. Now, why don't you lie on your back and slide some of that cum up your ass? I'd like to watch you as you finger your hole. Be sure to lie so that I can get a good view - I don't often see a hairy ass, especially not a hairy ass with white hairs.... Perhaps I should order you to shave yourself first...."
The doctor clearly hated having to expose himself to me in this way, and having to do so many things in front of me that he would normally do in private, if at all. And, of course, he had the added humiliation of knowing that he was old, out of condition, and with poor muscle tone. He was having to expose himself and do all these private things in front of a man who was at the height of his masculinity: I was a tough, heavily muscled young guy, with a huge dick that was rigidly at attention as the doctor abased himself in front of me.
Finally, he just lay there, breathing heavily, and so I said "Now come and use the rest of that pathetic shot of cum to slick my dick. I'm going to allow you to handle the big, fat, hot dick that will soon be up your ass - you can come and feel its power, feel its male nature, and worship it as you cover it with your cum."
The doctor crawled across the floor, and reached up and gently touched my dick. I laughed at him, asking if he was afraid of touching a real man's dick. "Do you remember when your own dick was so hard, so rampant? Do you remember what it felt like to be able to really fuck a man without him being ordered to take you, as you got Matt to order me to do?"
"Now, get across the arm of that couch. I'm going to forcibly fuck you, just as you forcibly fucked me."
"Oh no, please... Don't... Show some pity...."
"Just as you did to me? No - get across there, and just be grateful I'm not going to thrash that ass of yours with a trainer, as you did mine, to 'tenderise' me!"
He spread himself across the couch very reluctantly, and I fucked him. It was rather distasteful, taking such an ass that was so out of condition - all the men I'd had before had always had tight, muscled asses, whereas the doctor was tending to be flabby. But once I'd got started, the feeling of totally dominating him came to me so strongly that I didn't care - here I was fucking a man who'd previously had such power over me.
Now it was me in charge, me who was bending him to my will. I revelled in thinking of how my strength and virility had succeeded in triumphing over this rich man who thought he owned the world.
The doctor lay there, panting, and I went into the bathroom to wash is foul ass juices off my dick. I came back, and he was sitting on the couch, his head cradled in his hands.
"So, doctor, now you know what it is to be taken forcibly, against your will. You did that to me, and perhaps you will now understand how utterly defiling it is. Tell me, though, what do you think about the marking of slaves?"
"Well... I suppose it has to be done, to make sure a slave understands that he is the property of his master."
"Quite so.... Do you think it looks good?"
"Well, some kinds of marking can enhance some slaves...."
"And is it sensible to brand a slave, or is it acceptable to just tattoo them?"
"Well, it all depends - a brand can significantly enhance some slaves. Big, muscular slaves can look good with a brand seared into them. It can enhance..."
"You persuaded Matt to have me branded, doctor. Do you think it enhanced me?"
"Well, actually, yes. Matt wondered about it, but I said that with a hard, muscled ass like yours, a brand would look good, and...."
"Quite! Come over here, and kneel again!"
"Please... Don't hurt me.... Please don't brand me...."
"So, you admit it hurts! I thought you were a leading member of the ASPCS."
"The ASPCS doesn't believe in slaves being hurt.... Of course, we acknowledge that a slave may have to endure a little... discomfort.... In the interests of being made more appealing to his master. And that's all that happened to you... I advised Matt that a brand would make your ass look more desirable ( and bring home to you that he had complete power over you), and he agreed with me that the two or three days of suffering, as the ASPCS allows, was a price worth paying...."
"So you think the brand makes my ass more desirable?"
"Yes."
"So come and show me how much you desire my ass. Crawl forward, and kiss my brand. I want to feel your lips pressing into my ass."
The doctor looked dreadful - his hot flush of embarrassment had turned to a grey pallor of dread. But e could see that I was in no mood to argue, and he knew I had already hit him once that evening. He shuffled around, and soon I felt him against me as he made this humiliating obeisance to my ass.
"Good, doctor. I won't make you press your nose right up my ass crack and breathe in the heady scent of my maleness, as I believe you now understand that I am a real man, a man capable of dominating you. Now, go and sit on the edge of the table"
I went up to the doctor as he sat there, and showed him my dick. "Do you remember how this used to look?"
"No...."
"Before you persuaded Matt to have me circumcised, and before you did it to me, here, in this very room? Is it right to cut a man's foreskin off?"
"Well, not for a man. But a slave should not hide his dick head from his master... If a master wants to have a slave cut, he has that right. And I am a skilled surgeon... The job I did on you would have cost Matt a great deal of money if he'd brought you to the city...."
"But it hurt like hell! What about the ASPCS?"
"Oh, come on! It's not as if you hurt for more than a couple of days! The ASPCS believes a master has that right over a slave's body..."
"But you didn't anaesthetise me....
"No. A slave needs to remember when he's been 'skinned at his master's wish. Using anaesthetic takes away some of that memory.
"And it's all right to cut a slave's dick off, too, and castrate him?"
"Look, Steve, why can't you just accept that a master owns a slave. If the master wants the slave to lose his balls, where's the problem? They belong to the master, as he owns the slave's body totally. Likewise, if a master wants a slave sliced.... Well...."
"But Matt didn't want these things for me! You persuaded him!"
"I'm not arguing with you! Matt can do what he likes with your body."
"But you were going to use that machine on me - the slicer! Surely the ASPCS thinks that's cruel?"
"No, actually the ASPCS specifically recommends the patent slicer I have been proposing. It's quick, relatively painless (until afterwards) and does a good job...."
I sat down beside the doctor now, and put one arm around his shoulders so he couldn't escape. With the other, I reached down and gently teased his foreskin back.
"So, this dick head of yours shouldn't be hidden from your 'master', the man who controls you? And if the 'master' chooses to slice your dick off, that's acceptable? Well, I'm the master here, so let's see how you really feel about it!"
I reached out for the slicing machine that was standing on the side table, and slid it over the doctor's dick.
:So, doctor. You and the ASPCS believe a 'master' has the right to use this little machine on a man he controls. So.... Perhaps I'll take just half the length of your dick off."
As I was speaking, I moved my finger to the button on top that released the stainless steel iris cutters.
"No, please!", the doctor shrieked at me. He tried to get away, but I held on to him.
I moved the cutter so that it was pressed into his groin, and continued "But perhaps you'd look better with the little 'nub' so small that it's hidden by your pubic hair... That's neat, isn't it? That's what you were suggesting to Matt for me?"
"No.... Please....."
I moved the cutter so that it was just behind his dick head, with the blades touching his flange. "Or perhaps we'll just lose the dick head, and leave a perfectly straight shaft. Do you know, I was talking to a slave who was at the harbour the other day with his master and he showed me the latest 'fashion' in the city - the flange is nibbled away, so that the slave's dick is completely straight. Are you one of the doctors who performs that? I can't do it, I haven't the time, but cutting off from the flange outwards would leave you looking much the same as if we'd 'straightened' the flange.... Do you do that operation, doctor? The slave told me it takes several hours and you clip at his meat with a pair of things that look like giant nail clippers...."
"No.. .yes.... I do so that operation, but only when a master wants a slave to be able to slip in and out of an ass hole easier... It's good for the slave, really...."
I was so pissed off with the doctor's attitude that I almost pressed the button there and then to take his dick head off! But I'm not gratuitously cruel, and I didn't want to descend to the doctor's level of barbarity. Instead, I pulled the doctor's foreskin forward, beyond the end of his dick, and kept pulling at it, gripping it firmly in between my thumb and forefinger, until it was stretched to its maximum. It was about an inch beyond his dick head, which I could see through the thin, stretched skin. The doctor squirmed and wriggled as I was doing this, and I had to grip his shoulders tight to keep him still.
I moved the machine up to be beyond the doctor's dick head, then pressed the button. There was s snick and a hiss as the iris scythed closed, and my hand jerked away holding a small piece of the doctor's foreskin. Blood started to pur out everywhere from the doctor's dick.
"See, doctor - you're a lucky man! You've been enhanced, by being circumcised so that the next time we meet you will not be hiding your dick head from me.
And you've been able to experience how painless your new patent cutter is! I expect you'll b able to give the next meeting of the ASPCS a first hand account."
"Anyway' I went on, "I've got to leave you now - Matt is awaiting my further attention. Just remember what a real master can do!"
"No... Please.. Don't leave me... I'm bleeding."
I reached out and pushed a switch. "And I've turned on your electric cauteriser. I seem to remember that you told Matt that the process is 'relatively painless', and only takes a few minutes. I suggest you use your next few minutes in experiencing it, as I'm off!"
I went through the doctor's clothes that were lying there on the floor and took out his mobile phone. Then I went into the bridge and ripped the ship to shore radio out, and, as the doctor watched, I dropped both of them over the side, into the sea.
"You'd better treat yourself, doctor, as I'm taking the tender back to the shore. I expect it will be sometime tomorrow before anyone realises you've not been in contact with them..."
As I rowed back the cutter seemed to fly across the water - I'd never felt so goo, so alive. But could I now make good my escape, before Matt got the police to find me? The doctor would be sure to have friends in high places, and I didn't doubt that all the resources of the State would be called in to play.
End Of Part 17