HARBOUR MASTER, Part 4
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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The public then started to flow in, and unlike the rather well-dressed people I'd seen at the dealers (remember, slaves are costly, and it's only the wealthy who can afford them), these were a complete mixture of people at a typical County Fair.
There seemed to be a lot of college boys in the crowd, as groups of them would cluster around the female slaves and you could tell they were using this opportunity to increase their pathetic juvenile knowledge of women's bodies - there was an awful lot of fondling of the breasts, and an awful lot of fingers probing the slits!
Mostly the college guys left us male slaves alone - they were probably ashamed of their own pathetic bodies when they looked at me! But what really troubled me were the numbers of guys and girls together who came over to "inspect" me - mostly high school seniors, I thought, they looked so young. The guys all seemed determined to show how brave and sophisticated they were to the simpering girls by handling my tackle. It's as if they were saying "look, I'm a big tough man, and I can feel the balls of this stud here and do to him whatever I like."
Typically, they'd come over, hand in hand, and the boy would say something like "When I'm out of college, I'll be able to buy you something like this one day if my career goes well. Look - this one is really perfect - see his muscles? Wouldn't you like to see them working away in our house?"
The silly cunt would say back something like "Oh, Billy... I don't care for muscles like that... You're all I ever need."
Some of them got bolder, though, and would pull back my loin cloth to look at my dick and point out my foreskin to the girls.
"Do you like that, then?"
"Oh, no, honey - I prefer yours. I hate it, seeing all that skin like that. Does the slave even have a proper dick head? How does he manage to fuck, with all that skin covering him?"
The guy would then show how much of a man of the world he thought he was by pulling my foreskin back, and showing his girl my moist dick head.
"See.... There it is. But you wouldn't want it like that, would you. Look at the way all that slime collects under his skin - that's what makes a mans dick smell. So much better when you're cut, like me. You wouldn't want to blow me, if I smelt, would you...."
The girls would then blush, and they'd kiss, right in front of my face.
They had no intention of buying me, they were just showing off!
It got hotter and hotter, and the sweat was pouring off me. I was really desperate for something to drink, and it seemed that this dealer was a pretty humane guy as he'd made provision for it - he'd mentioned that there was a hole in my ball gag, and now I found out why. A young (male) slave came around with a big bucket of water, and a thin rubber pipe. The guy only looked to be sixteen, and I wondered what he could have done at such a young age to have been enslaved - that was the minimum age, after all, and anyway most young guys who got into trouble usually managed to find the money for the fines from somewhere. There were even special charities that poor parents could appeal to for help - my mom and dad were too well off, though, so they had to pay for my youthful indiscretions!
You could see that he wasn't properly mature yet - although there wasn't any trace of fat on him, unlike so many young guys these days, his muscles weren't properly developed and he was struggling to carry the very heavy bucket - I guess most guys don't start to get proper biceps, and neat pecs, until they're eighteen or so. The only part of him that looked mature was his dick and balls - against his slim young body, they did if anything look oversized: the lad was totally naked, and hadn't even been given one of the humiliating loin cloths to wear.
He came up to each of us in turn and threaded one end of the rubber tube through the holes in our ball gags, and we were ale to stand there and suck up huge draughts of the cool water - man, did it taste good, in spite of the faint rubber taint. I must have drunk the best part of half a gallon, before he took the tube out from me.
As he was doing this, standing in front of me, a well built guy in his mid-fifties came over and crudely hefted the lad's dick and balls into his meaty hand and felt them. Then he cupped one of the boy's slim, but quite muscular, ass cheeks and generally explored it.
"Please, sir, don't do that...", the boy protested.
"How dare you... You're a slave, aren't you...?"
"Yes, sir, but I'm not for sale. I work here, sir. I'm part of the slave sale company. If you want to buy, sir, you are of course very welcome to handle any of the slaves who are chained here for your inspection. But I work here, and I'm not part of the merchandise."
"So your master wouldn't sell you - I'm looking for a nice young lad like you. How old are you, boy?"
"Sixteen last month, sir. I was enslaved the day after my birthday. The cops had been waiting to get me for a long time, for a lot of minor stuff..."
"Shut the fuck up, boy. I just asked how old you were, not for your life story! Are you a virgin still, then?"
The boy started to blush furiously, and stammered "No, sir..."
Well, I thought, lucky guy. At least he got up his girl friend before they hauled him away as a slave!
Just then, the dealer came back into the compound, and came over and put an arm half-protectively around the boy's naked shoulders.
"Can I help you, sir?", he asked the old guy.
"I was just enquiring of this slave if he was for sale, when I heard he worked as part of the sale - I'm looking for a new house boy..."
"No. Young Joey isn't for sale - yet. I've only had him a month. Picked him up directly from court, before anyone had got to him, straight after his sixteenth birthday. I'm training him, and building him up, and I probably won't sell him until he's put on a bit of muscle, when he's eighteen or nineteen, unless I tire of him first, of course..."
"This training.... Is it just his body, his muscles....?"
"No, of course not. I'm teaching him how to serve a master properly. He'd never experienced a man before I bought him, although the little fucker had been at his girl friends since he was fourteen!"
That's odd, I thought, the kid had said he was a virgin until recently. And yet the dealer was saying he'd been fucking for a couple of years.
"So you were the first?", the old guy asked.
"Yes, I surely was. First, and, so far, only. You've no idea how convenient it is to have a boy like this to help look after the slaves during the day and to service me at night whenever I want it - we mostly stay in motels when we travel around with the Fair, you know, and there's no time to search out new partners in every town Bringing my own with me means I get it regularly. Mind you, it can get a bit boring - a young ass like this is tight and firm, but sometimes I think I'd like a bit more meat to thrust in to - something like the ass of this slave here, for example."
He was indicating me, and I realised with a sick horror what he'd been going on about - the lad was only a "virgin", in spite of fucking girls, because he'd not had a man up his ass. Oh, Christ - these men were talking about fucking slaves. And this poor young lad had to endure the slave dealer taking his ass!
"Look", the older man went on, "Even if he's not for sale, would you consider renting him? I couldn't help noticing his really cute young ass, and those tiny neat nipples really turn me on - can I rent him for the afternoon? He's really got my dick straining, and I need a bit of relief. I'm a travelling guy myself, sell hardware, and I have to be away from home a lot. I've been on the road all week, and my old woman will complain if I get back tomorrow and want to fuck her straight away. For the sake of marital harmony, lend him to me this afternoon and I'll take a room at the motel across the street.. .obviously, I'll pay you a reasonable rental..."
"No... I'd kind of thought of keeping the boy to myself, until he's ready for sale properly. I was the first up him, and I like to do it bareback. With the greatest respect, if I rented him to you, I'd be worried that..."
"Hey, bud, I do understand. I usually bareback, of course, but you don't know me... But I'm so turned on by this lad that I'll wear one of those disgusting condoms, if I must...."
"No, I'm sorry. Look, I don't know how to put this... But the lad doesn't know how to take care of himself. If you just started to fuck him, he wouldn't know how to say 'no', how to remind you of the agreement to cover your dick - he'd probably be afraid that you'd give him a thrashing."
"Sure, I can see that. But look, do you ever get a break from this place?"
"I was going off to have my lunch, actually - I've got an assistant."
"So why don't you eat your lunch whilst you watch me fuck your slave? It wouldn't give you indigestion, would it?"
"Far from it - I go for older guys, and I'd like to see you perform with the boy. Do you always top, or are you more versatile?"
"No, I can give or take."
"Well, here's the deal then - you can fuck the slave, and there'll be no rental. You'll be doing me a favour, actually, as he needs more experience - he's only had me up until now. Then I'll fuck you - as I said, I like older guys, and you seem to have a pretty good body..."
"You've got a deal - shake on it!"
The dealer and the older guy shook hands, and they walked off - the older guy now had his arm around the young slave's shoulders, and the poor lad did seem to be a bit unhappy with the arrangement that had been made for him: he'd been weighed down by the heavy bucket when I'd first seen him, and other than that, he'd seemed happy enough. But his whole body now seemed to be kind of drooping - I suppose he knew it was inevitable that his master could do with him as he chose, but he didn't seem to be over enthusiastic about it!.
The time went on, and the number of people examining me didn't much change - although more guys came along later, and took a greater interest in me, getting me to flex my muscles so they could feel them better, and bend over, so they could test all the big muscles in my powerful thighs as they flexed. I got the impression from the way they were talking to each other that they were farmers from around there, looking for new help. But when the dealer's assistant was summoned and he told them how much I was, they usually went away muttering about how the subsidies this year just didn't allow for spending that much money on a single slave!
There were sales being made, though, and it was interesting to note that all the women went first - it seemed as if men thinking of buying a woman went there earlier to make their choices, and one by one the female slaves were unchained and led away by their new owners. The big black was the first male to go - a hard-eyed middle-aged woman bought him, and I heard her telling the dealer that she was a realtor and had decided to spend her annual bonus on something that would give her a bit of pleasure for the whole of the next year - poor guy: I wouldn't like those sharp fingernails of hers that were flashing in the sun raking over my body. I guessed she'd be one of those bitches that it would be impossible to satisfy, however good you were as a stud.
The young slave, still naked, came back around with the water eventually, and again I drank a huge amount - I was still sweating mightily, as were all of us under the hot sun. I tried to indicate to him that I felt sorry for him, but he wouldn't really look at me in the eye. And as he walked away, I saw that his ass was bright red: the last time I saw that was when I was a lad of ten, and looked in a mirror after dad had spanked me for being disrespectful to a neighbour. I really learned my lesson, and he never had to do it again. But could those men have been spanking this lad? No, he wasn't really a lad - he was almost a fully grown man. Did masters do things like that to their slaves?
Initially I'd felt terribly sorry for him, having to walk around completely buck naked in front of all the purchasers, but I could see that he didn't mind really. Perhaps he'd got used to it in the month he'd been a slave. Perhaps I'd get used to it, if my master made me go naked! On the other hand, how could he get used to the idea of being fucked by another guy? How vile could this slavery thing be, that you could buy a slave just to fuck, or even hire one as the old guy had offered to do? The sick realisation that a master might buy me so that he could fuck me began to dawn - they'd been talking about liking a meatier ass, like mine, hadn't they? If I could have, I'd have shouted with rage at all the sick fucks walking past me and fondling and groping me - how many of them really wanted to get their dicks up my ass? How many of them would jerk themselves of tonight, thinking about the feel of my body?
Even though I continued to sweat, that water was having another effect on me - I started to want to pee. It began as it usually does, with a slight feeling of discomfort, but soon all I could think about was the burning need I had to start hosing piss out of me. The more I thought about it, the worse I got. And the next time a guy slipped aside my loin cloth to look at my dick, he laughed, and pointed out to his companion the drop of piss coming out of the end of my dick - it had got that bad.
I couldn't ask anyone, I couldn't tell anyone - I was gagged. I couldn't even point at my dick. And no one seemed interested, anyway - the lad didn't reappear, and the dealer was always trying to sell us slaves. So, in the end, I did the only thing I could.
As best I could I turned around to be away from most of the people walking around, spread my legs apart, and let the piss start to flow. That's one of the advantages of showing slaves in loin cloths, I suppose - there's no shorts to get soaked in their piss: the flow just falls straight down. I needed to go so desperately that I couldn't do it gently - once started, the piss cascaded out of me like a hose pipe.
As it hit the hot grass I could feel it splashing up and hitting my ankles and lower legs, and I got that smell of piss drifting up to me.
"Mommy, mommy... This man's making pee-pee...."
To my horror, there in front of me, was a little boy about three years old.
A woman rushed over, and held his hand. "It's all right, Tommy, it's only a slave."
"But mommy, you always tell me I can't make a pee-pee except in the bathroom."
"That's right, dear. Men always go to the bathroom if they're at home, or to a men's room if they're out. But this is a slave - slaves aren't like us, they don't know proper manners. They're just like animals, and do their business anywhere."
"You mean like Jake, when we take him for a walk."
"Yes, dear. As you know, we always have to take your puppy dog out on his leash as dogs don't go to the bathroom. It's OK for Jake to cock his leg up the lamp posts as we go past, isn't it? And it's OK for slaves to do their business in public, too."
"Mind you", she went on, "You know how we push Jake into the gutter, don't you? Well, what this slave needs is a master to do just that - I'm not sure he should be allowed to soil the grass like this. Let's move on, and see if there are any better-trained slaves further on."
I'd started to blush with embarrassment as the woman had been talking, but that had turned to anger as she'd continued - for fuck's sake, what did she expect me to do? Couldn't she see I was chained by the ankle to this spot? Did she think I wanted to piss in public, with the world watching?
The sun was going down a bit now, and the crowds were stating to thin. I began to realise that I wasn't going to get sold - I didn't think anyone would come along this late in the day and get interested in me. The guard and the dealer came back as I was musing on this, and the guard reached up and untied my gag, so that I could spit it out. After being held half open for so long, it was great to be able to move my jaws again, and I champed up and down with pleasure.
"Well, I'm sorry, slave, I think that's it", the guard said. "Well, at least we tried. I'll get you freed from that cuff, and I'll have to take you back. And I'm sorry, but that means the organ banks on Monday."
"They're not sending him to the organ banks, are they?", the dealer asked, almost incredulously.
"Yup. We can't sell him, and we've got no more room on the selling floor. I don't suppose you'd take him in to your stock would you?"
"I'd like to, he's a magnificent piece of man flesh, and I hate the thought of a young guy like this going to the banks. But I just can't afford him - I don't make much money at the low end of the market here, and this is an expensive piece of meat. You wouldn't cut the price a lot, would you?"
"No, I can't do that. I'm not allowed to go more than 20% below his price. I can't go lower, not even to save him from the banks, and I agree with you, it's a great pity - men deserve to be able to look at a body like his for a number of years to come! And look at that dick on him, and those balls - what a waste! They don't even transplant those!"
The loudspeaker system that had been going on all day, indistinctly, came into life again and the Fair announcer was telling everyone that some new event was about to happen.
"You could try that, I suppose - it's his last chance", the dealer said to the guard.
"What's that? I didn't hear."
"It's the traditional last event here - a kind of 'selling' race for slaves. They have to race around the show ring, and the first one home is sold off. If he were to win, he would at least get a new owner."
"Well, that's no good. Suppose the selling price was too low - I can't go back to my boss and tell him I let the slave be sold off without having the proper price."
"Look, I don't think that will happen. There are a few special circumstances to this race - firstly, only men can watch it, as it's considered too exotic for the ladies. And secondly, everyone buys tickets beforehand at five bucks each. The owner of the winning ticket gets the slave who wins, and the owner of the slave gets all the ticket money. Most guys buy lots of tickets as they're usually so horny at the start of the race that they want to brag to their mates and show them they can easily afford it. Once they've seen the prizes, the ticket sales really escalate - the buyers' hormones are surging trough them, and they want to show all the other guys that they're the top dog. It's well known that slaves always fetch way over their normal prices as a result of this race - ticket sales far outstrip the normal auction price a slave might fetch. And for this slave, if he wins, that over-the-top price is what you need. So why don't you take a risk and enter him."
"No - I can't believe the buyers are turned on just because they've seen the slaves racing."
"Ah, that's because you've not been here before! The slaves race entirely naked, of course, and that's a big turn-on for a start."
"You mean with seeing all their dicks flying up and down...."
"No! That's what makes this race so special. The slaves have to be erect when they start, they have to maintain the erection all the time they're racing so they run along with their dicks stuck out in front of them, and at the end it's the one who shoots first who's the winner - at the finishing line they have to jerk themselves off."
"I see... Look, I'm not sure..... But.. OK, I'll give it a try! They can only fire me, after all, and this slave deserves a chance."
The dealer reached up and freed my wrists, then undid the collar. I flexed my arms, and rubbed life back into my muscles.
"When did he last jerk off?", the dealer asked. "He's got good long legs so he looks as if he ought to be abler to run well, but will he be able to jerk off quickly enough?"
"Should be able to", the guard said. "We keep them celibate in their cells, and this one hasn't jerked off for about a week. I'm surprised a young guy like this hasn't shot his load over some of those guys feeling his dick this afternoon."
He turned to me, and went on "Come on, slave - let's see an erection. Get rid of that silly loin cloth so you're a properly naked slave, and show us what you look like with that cock of yours reaching for the sky."
I couldn't do it! I thrashed away at my cock, but I just couldn't make it go hard. It didn't matter that I knew my life depended on it, it just wouldn't happen (or, perhaps, that's why it wouldn't happen).
"You stupid fucking slave!", the guard was getting exasperated. "I give you this chance to save your miserable life, and you don't co-operate in the slightest. I've seen you about to shoot over respectable folk trying to examine you during the day, but when we want you to get an erection, you won't. Well, fuck you... If that's how you are, let's get straight back to my SUV, and straight back to the dealership... I'm through with you!"
"Oh please, sir... I want to. I don't want to go to the organ banks. It's just that I can't!"
"OK, guys, calm down", the dealer interrupted. "I've seen this before in slaves. Big virile bucks spend all their time almost juicing potential buyers, then, at the last moment, when you want to show a firm prospect how much cum they can produce, they can't do it. But fortunately, we have an answer."
The young slave had come up whilst all this was going on, and stood there, as naked as I was, just watching me trying to jerk off.
"Scoot over to the car and bring me back my erection kit", the dealer told him, and he turned and ran off. We all stood there, watching his slim body as it scampered across the grass.
"He's a really sexy lad", the guard said. "You can see he's got a lot of potential - I'd like to have charge of him in a gym, and really develop those muscles. You can see that he could turn out to be a real stud.... I guess you're training him well?"
"Yes. Just this afternoon I had him fucked by another guy for the first time - so far, he'd only had me, but a slave needs to experience a variety of dicks and techniques, doesn't he? There's only so much any one guy can do, however good he is at fucking."
"How did he do?"
"Oh, OK. The guy was a really experienced fucker, with a really big dick - like this slave, here. But he was so turned on by the boy that he hardly had time to do anything - he was so excited that he banged away really hard - the lad was squealing like a stuck pig - but he came almost immediately. I was hoping that we'd have had a bit of sport, you know - impale the lad on the guy's dick and walk around the room with him, 'spit roast' him with my dick down his throat, or something. Still, the lad at least knows what it is now to take a big dick, and to take it hard! He won't be sitting down comfortably for a few days as his ass is pretty sore - especially as the guy was into spanking, and after he'd fucked the boy, he wanted to spank him."
"Well, do you need any more help with his education this evening?"
"You offering?"
"Sure! Who wouldn't want to try out that lad's ass?"
"But you must get so many slaves like that in your job...."
"No, actually. There aren't many sixteen year olds, and in fact not many under twenty - all those do-gooders who club together to pay the fines of the poor young offenders. But, in any case, we're not allowed to fuck the slaves, it's a house rule."
"No kidding!"
"Yes. All day, I see nothing but amazing slave flesh, paraded naked in front of me, but it's strictly no fucking! I go home so frustrated most nights that it's all I can do to eat my dinner - I want to go and fuck my old lady as soon as I go in through the door, but she always insists we eat first! An then, after a heavy meal and a couple of beers, a whole lot of the spontaneity has gone away."
"Yes. Women can be bitches, can't they? Always trying to turn off a man's natural desires."
"Yup. I guess that's why slaves are becoming so expensive - the slave price index is racing ahead at four times the inflation rate, you know. I guess more and more guys appreciate having a slave who's there for the fucking whenever they want to do it - no excuses, no delay.. Just fuck it, when you feel like it."
"I tell you what", said the dealer. "To make it a bit more interesting - I'll let you fuck the boy after the race. Standard half day's hire if your slave doesn't win, and free if he does. That way, we'll both have more of an interest in the outcome."
"Deal!".
The two men smiled, and shook hands, and I realised I'd learned new lessons about slave ownership - fucking slaves was OK, it was something everyone could do. Even married men seemed to think it was OK. Well, I'd never thought that, I'd never wanted to go up another man's ass - and the thought still sickened me slightly. But I could sympathise with the problems of not getting enough fucking - I'd lost count of the number of times I'd got home from the site, having worked my guts out all day, only to have that bitch of a wife tell me she didn't want sex. At first, I'd put up with it. But later on in our marriage I'd got fed up and took what was mine by right anyway - it was so much easier to know that I could have sex whenever I wanted. I suppose that's why some men bought slaves - not everyone has the courage, or the strength, to make their old lady give them what they need.
At that moment the boy got back, handed the guy a small black bag, and knelt in front of the dealer, breathing hard. I could see his sharply defined ribs rising and falling as he sucked air in after his run, and his dick was semi-erect - I guess it might have been from thrashing around whilst he was running, and it had made him all excited.
"Kneel down, slave, shoulders into the ground, and ass high. Pull those cheeks apart!" The dealer commanded me.
He opened the bag and I saw what I took to be a row of dildos! At one point when my wife had been complaining about the amount of fucking I'd thought she was finding it hard to take my huge dick. So in an effort to please her, as our first anniversary present, I'd gone into one of those sex shops and bought a dildo and started to try to use it on her, but she'd freaked out! I'd only wanted to see if it was the size of my dick that was causing her problems, but I guess it was the thought of me pushing anything up there that she actually hated. So I knew what they were, and I hated the idea of having one up my ass - that must be what he was intending.
"Please, sir... Please.... Please don't use a dildo on me."
Both the dealer and the guard broke out laughing.
The dealer moved around so that I could see him by bending my head as I knelt there, and said "Why would we want to use a dildo on you, boy? If we wanted to pleasure your ass, we'd use our dicks! This isn't a dildo - dildos are straight, and for play. This is a butt plug, and it's definitely not for playing with."
"Look", he went on. "See - it's cone shaped at the top, to get in through your hole. Then there's this place where it goes in, and this plate on the end. When I've screwed it into your ass, your sphincter will clamp around the place where it's smaller, and the plate will stop it going all the way in as it stays outside your hole. I'll just grease it up, to make it easy for you.... Now... Get ready....."
I felt the cold plastic-like material touch my hole, and then I started to get really harsh pains as the dealer forced the vile thing up me. He was huffing and puffing, and I was moaning and complaining. Then there was a kind of "plop", and I felt a lot better - there was something up my ass, I could tell, but it no longer hurt."
"How's that, slave?"
"Fine, sir."
The guard said "It's too small then - I guess we'd better use a larger size."
There was a lot more acute discomfort for me, a lot more huffing and puffing from the dealer, and then, blissfully, the thing came out. Other than an incredible feeling of tightness in my ass, I was OK. But only for an instant - I saw them take an even bigger one out of the bag and slick it with grease, then the pushing and shoving at my ass started all over again.
This time I couldn't help myself - I cried out. I begged them to stop. I called them dirty cunts, who didn't know I was a man. It went on and on - but then I was almost overcome with that feeling you get as you start to shoot.... I just had to shut up... And I started to moan, softly.
"OK, slave. We'll forgive you all that! But don't make a habit of it. A lot of men couldn't take one this size, even after years of practice. But I think, from that moaning, that it's done the trick?"
"Sir, please.... I don't know...."
"It's touching your prostate. So every time your ass moves, your prostate gets a little nudge. Good, isn't it?"
"Now, over on your back, and try to jerk off", the dealer continued.
I rolled over, and lay there on the warm grass looking up at the deep blue sky. The last time I'd been like this, Id' been on a picnic with my kids. How could I have gone from being a normal happy father, taking his kids out for a treat, to this, a naked slave, lying there with a butt plug stuffed up me, with three guys looking down at me, and trying to save my life by winning some bizarre sex competition?
"I said jerk off!", he snapped again, breaking my reverie.
Although my brain was flooded with thoughts of sex, and I had those amazing feelings welling deep inside of me, it didn't seem to make much difference to my dick. It just lay there, only half-hard, even though I was beating it away so vigorously that I thought I might end up with a wank scar! Did you get those, as a lad, before you started fucking? You know, when you beat your meat so often, or so hard, that the skin breaks and you get a little sore half way along the shaft? Then you're really stuck - jerking off starts to hurt. And when you're young and horny, not jerking off hurts you even more!
"I'm sorry, sir...."
The dealer looked at the boy slave, and said "Go down on him. Get that tongue of yours around his head, and get him hard... Or else!"
Without hesitating, the slave dropped to his knees beside me, and leant over me. He took hold of my hand that was still frantically trying to beat life into my dick, and very gently stopped me. Then his head went down, and.... Oh...... His tongue had come out, and he was licking my dick, very slowly, very carefully, in long strokes from one end to the other. He did it two or three times, then gently took hold of my dick so he could try to get his tongue in by my piss slit - my foreskin was still right over it, though, so he very gently eased my 'skin back, then flicked his tongue in and out to tease my exposed dick head. I started to moan with pleasure, and I could feel my cock going erect... But he worked on. His tongue was now between my dick head and my 'skin, and he was moving it around. I arched my back in pleasure, forcing my dick upwards at him. I moaned, as the pleasure he was causing my dick was mirrored in the sensations coming form my prostate as the plug moved in my ass as my body went upwards.
Of course I'd had blow jobs before - most of my girl friends had given them to me, and my wife, although she was always complaining about it and really hated doing it. But this was like no other - he hadn't even taken my dick entirely into his mouth yet, just teased and played with the head, but it was already a million times better than anything I'd ever had before. Jesus Christ! No wonder some guys liked getting their cocks sucked by other guys - I began to realise that you needed to know how it really could be done, and what it felt like to have an expert do it to you, so that you could pass on this knowledge to another man. There was never going to be any way that a woman could understand how to pleasure a man like this....
"OK! Stop that", the dealer shouted, and pulled the young lad away from me so hard that he fell over backwards and lay on his back on the grass, too. "You were only meant to get him hard, not bring him off! If he shoots now, he'll never be able to do it at the end of the race."
"You dirty little cum-drinker", he went on at the lad, who just lay there looking up at him. "I've told you before that you only excite the guy like this. Real men shoot up your ass. You're always trying to get me to shoot into your mouth, aren't you - always trying to get a big mouth full of man juice? And you know I've told you a hundred times to only get me excited, as my seed is saved to go up your guts! Now you're doing it again - trying to drink this slave down."
"I told you you'd be punished next time, and now's as good a time as ever. Lie across the slave!"
The lad crawled over to me as I lay there, and looking up at his master for guidance, crawled over me and gently lowered himself so that his crotch was pressed into my belly, and his ass was jutting upwards, next to my erect prick. I could feel the warmth of his dick, and the scratchiness of his pubic hair scraping my stomach muscles.
"Do you want to help?", the dealer asked the guard. "I've spanked the lad once today - more of a bit of sexual fun, actually, as both the guy who was fucking and I like a little bit of chastisement, especially when it's of a young, firm ass like this lad has. But he needs to be hurt a bit, to teach him a lesson. You look like a tough guy - do you ever spank your slaves at that dealership?"
"I wish!", the guard said. "We normally don't get to play with them at all. But I know what you mean, about a hot young ass under your hand. But if you've already done it once today, there's not much point.... Unless I use the belt."
"Sure. Anything you like. But don't use the buckle end, as I don't want any bloody marks - I've got to fuck it again tonight, you know."
The guard slowly pulled the big leather belt out from his jeans, then knelt down beside the boy lying across me, who was now trembling faintly - I could feel his body almost vibrate against my own, and he was starting to stream with sweat, as I already was.
"Here, boy... Kiss this belt, to show it proper reverence" the guard murmured, so quiet you could hardly hear. He held the belt out towards the lad, and the poor guys' trembling increased almost to a violent pitch as he leaned his head forward and pressed his lips to the black leather.
"Good.... Now, you know how real men take it, don't you? No screaming, no shouting - just hold it in. There's no point in screaming, as I'll only hit you more, one more stroke for every scream. I know most of it is fake, anyway, as lads like you who get spanked like to make you think you're hurting them. But I know I'm really hurting you anyway, so there's no point."
He raised the belt, and brought it down with a great "slap" on the lad's ass. I could feel a great shudder run through him, his face contorted, and his breath sucked in.
Five more times the belt flew threw the air and landed on the poor lad, and each time the uncontrollable reaction of his body against mine seemed to get worse.
I knew he must be in great pain, but, as he'd been told, he didn't scream, although tears were flowing down his face as he lay there. And there was something else, too - I could feel his cock almost forcing its way into my navel, he was so erect. And he was covered in sweat, but my belly seemed to be very, very wet.
"OK, get up, and remember this lesson!" The guard told him. And then, the next moment "Oh no, you dirty little cunt! You've cum, haven't you? Look at that slave's belly - what's that pool of white stuff there?
You shot a load, didn't you, whilst you were being thrashed?"
I reached down and touched my belly, and it was true - there was that unmistakable warm sliminess of cum all over me. Fucking hell - things were going from bad to worse! Having to lie here and be butt plugged. Having to try to jerk off in front of these other guys. And now, getting covered in a young lad's cum...
"Please, master, I couldn't help it.... Being on top of the slave, having my ass thrashed, I couldn't stop it, please...."
"You know you're not allowed to cum with out my permission, don't you?"
"Yes, master."
"And did I give you my permission?"
"No, master."
" So what happens now?"
"I get punished, master."
"Quite so. But the guard here and I will save that up for tonight, as a little something extra to amuse us. We don't have time now, and, anyway, we need to let that thrashing to wear off a bit so the next one 'bites' again. But we can't let the slave go like that - clean him up!"
The boy fell to his knees again, and to my utter astonishment started to run his tongue all over my belly, licking up his cum! It was such an amazing feeling to feel his sensitive moist warm tongue flickering over my taught belly muscles that my cock started to jerk with excitement - I felt I was about to cum myself!
The guard must have seen these signs of a shoot starting, because he deftly flicked the tip of his belt down and hit my balls with it. I screamed, both as it was so unexpected, and because it fucking hurt so much - but it stopped the flow of cum before it had left my sac!
"OK, slave, on your feet. The race is about to start", the dealer commanded.
End Of Part 4