HARBOUR MASTER, Part 9
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories
Sam strode to the coffee table, and almost contemptuously swept the papers of it on to the floor.
"Right, slave - on your back, on this table, head over the end."
I looked at Matt, but he just shrugged. He'd obviously decided to let Sam do whatever he wanted. And even though he'd only just cum, he was clearly aroused - his dick was hard again. He was looking forward to seeing a 'throat rape', whatever that was.
Sam had kicked his jeans off totally, and now stripped off his T, too, to stand there proudly completely naked.
I lay there on the low table, looking diagonally across the room as my head lolled over the end. Sam knelt behind my head, and leaned over me. I could smell his sweat, and I was both nervous and aroused at the thought of what he was going to do.
He opened my mouth, and stuck a thumb in. "Suck this, slave, whilst I feel your neck."
His thumb tasted faintly of dirt, of oil from the boat, of the pizza they'd just eaten... And I sucked on it as he'd told me. With his other hand he started to massage my throat, running his fingers up from my chest towards the chin, feeling my Adam's apple as he went. It felt so intimate - another man usually does not touch you there, and it was almost more sexual than if he's got hold of my balls.
"Good... Good strong neck muscles... You're going to be good to get in to. There's going to be a powerful reaction in there...."
"Now, listen!", he told me quite harshly. "I'm going to fuck your throat. I'm going to push the whole of this big dick of mine right down there. You're not just going to take the first couple of inches, but all of it. My pubes are going to be slamming into your nose!"
"You won't be able to take it - your gag reflex will cut in the moment I even touch the tip of my dick to the back of your throat. You'll start to choke and gag. You'll want me to pull out, so you can recover. But I won't. I'll push on in, forcing myself even down your throat. You'll feel you're going to die - all you'll want to do is get my dick out of your mouth. You'll want to struggle and tear at me with those big strong arms of yours and force me out of you - but you won't be able to, as before I start I'm going to cuff your wrists together underneath the table. I'll start to really fuck your throat then, pulling my dick up, and plunging it back down. Each time I pull out you'll choke, cough and splutter, and each time I plunge back in it will trigger it even harder. Your throat and your mouth will fill with mucus as you cough, and your saliva glands will be out of control, pouring spit to mix with it and causing you to drool from the sides of your mouth. Your chest will be heaving as you cough and choke, and your eyes will start to stream with tears as all these things are linked in your nervous system."
"You'd be screaming at me and cursing, if you could, but with my dick pressed into you you won't be able to move your tongue, and anyway your vocal chords will be in spasm because they're not used to having a big meaty sausage scraped over them. I'll just go on fucking away, and I'll watch as your legs thrash around, trying to make some feeble attempt to dislodge me - but my whole body will be forcing my dick down your throat, and there's no getting rid of me."
"You'll et some relief after a minute or two, though - my dick will block your throat completely, and you won't be able to breathe. To the dreadful choking you're experiencing will be added the terror of suffocation. That chest of yours will be heaving as you desperately suck in air, but there won't be any as my dick will fit as tight as a piston. So you'll pass out."
"But don't worry, Matt", he went on "I'm experienced in this - as soon as the slave loses consciousness, I'll pull out a bit and he'll start breathing again. And it's only then I'll start fucking him again."
"It usually takes two or three cycles of you choking and passing out before I cum. But I always do cum eventually, and then, and only then, will I finally pull out of you."
"Oh - and one last thing - don't think you can stop this by biting my dick off.....". He bent down, his lithe, muscled body moving easily, and felt around in his jeans. "Ah, here it is... I never go anywhere without it, just on the off chance I'll be able to use it.... My wedge. Open your mouth, so I can get his between your teeth... We don't want any accidents, do we."
I could see that both Jase and Matt were fully erect now as Sam had been speaking - it obviously turned them on! Sam pulled his thumb out from my mouth, and pushed a wedge-shaped piece of wood in. He was quite rough as he pulled my jaw open and then rammed the wood home as hard as he could - I found I couldn't close my mouth at all, and I lay there, looking up at him. I started to tremble, as I hated the sound of all of this.
"Rope, Matt?"
Jase and Matt were stroking each other's dicks now, and didn't seem inclined to move.
"There's an old painter just outside the back door."
Sam moved across the room, all the muscles in his athletic body glistening in the evening light, and he was soon back with the piece of rope. He knelt don, pulled my wrists together under the coffee table, and lashed them together - as a fisherman, I didn't doubt he'd use the right sort of knot, and when I tugged experimentally at my wrists, they were indeed locked firmly together and there was no possibility of my breaking free.
His dick was so hard it was almost parallel with his flat belly as he knelt down by me again, and he used both hands now to massage my throat.
"OK, slave... Get ready for a proper throat fuck."
I could see his dick, leaking pre-cum, and he moved so he was half kneeling, half squatting over my head. As I looked up I saw his dick rampantly thrusting, his big balls swaying, and his ass hole, covered by a light sprinkling of his dark black pubic hair. As well as the normal scent of a man's dick and balls, there was something else, too - a faint overtone of crap from where sweat was running in his ass crack.
"Right, slave - you can begin by covering my dick in your spit. Get it good and juicy, as it will make it easier for you..."
I licked at him as he held his dick in my mouth, and did everything I could to get a load of my juice around it. Then it happened - He thrust himself into me, and I took the first couple of inches as usual, but he went on pushing, forcing his dick ever deeper into me. There was nothing I could do to stop him, with my jaws clamped open and my hands bound underneath the table. I tried to scream at him to stop, but all that came out was an inarticulate gurgle. Then my gag reflex cut in, and I was choking - desperately trying to clear my throat of something that this strong man was intent on forcing down it.
My eyes were watering, my belly and chest were heaving. I wanted to vomit, to cough, to choke.... And still it went on.
He pulled out a bit, and I coughed and spluttered, and big gobs of my spit went flying everywhere. "Bastard.... ", I managed to say, before he pushed himself brutally into me again.
The same terrifying choking started again - when there's something at the back of your throat, trying to force itself down, there's no way you can control your body. I tried, I willed myself to remain calm, but my body had other ideas. My body thrashed around as my belly was heaving, and I desperately tried to turn my face to the side. Sam reached down and stuck two fingers up my nostrils, and levered my head back centrally so he could continue to thrust into me. The pain of his big blunt fingers forced up my nose, and the ache from my septum because of the force he used to twist my head, all added to my misery - not only was his dick raping my mouth, but his fingers were violating me in a wholly new, wholly unimaginable way.
He pulled out again, and I tried to recover, but my coughing and choking barely allowed me to hear him say "Don't try things with me, slave... I've forgotten more about fucking men this way than you'll ever know...." All I could do was lie there looking at his face that was stretched into a rictus of determination and pleasure.
And then he was in again, forcing himself down. And he began to actually "fuck" this time, pulling himself in and out, almost taking a sadistic delight in the way that I couldn't quite recover on the up strokes, before he was in me again.
He went on like this for some time, and my spluttering and gurgling from my spit and the stuff I was gagging up from my throat and lungs was pouring out from my open mouth, and spraying across the room whenever I could manage a cough. The pain from my stomach muscles as they spasmed, trying to force air up my throat to clear the obstruction, was terrible.
"Now for it....", he shouted, and plunged in again so that his balls were tight against my lips, and my nose was buried in his pubic hair. The whole of his dick was inside me, and he just stopped there. I couldn't breathe. I tried to suck air in, and none would come. My chest was heaving, and my legs were thrashing around so violently that I kicked over a chair that had been standing close by. I tried to tear my arms lose, but not only could I not exert much leverage, given how they were tied under me, but a new biting pain, as the ropes cut into my wrists, flooded through me.
I was in complete panic. My brain knew I wasn't breathing, and it was going to do anything it could to try to stop me from asphyxiating. It was like when I nearly drowned, all over again. I couldn't think, all I could do was struggle, and it wasn't doing any good.
My vision was dimming... Stars flashed in my eyes, then nothing!
He was slapping my face, saying "Come on, cunt! Wake up - I haven't finished yet."
I didn't care - I was wheezing and spluttering, and my lungs were dragging in great drafts of air. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Jase and Matt watching us - they were close together, arms around each other's shoulders, and they were jerking off.
Sam moved his legs astride me again, and squatted down and played the head of his dick over my nose and lips.
"Right, slave.... Now for another fuck...."
And then it started all over again, until I was again mercifully relieved by passing out.
He did it four times in total, until, when he'd slapped me hard several times on the last occasion, I saw that his dick was dripping with the last traces of a load of cum.
"Right, slave - how was it for you? It was pretty good for me - but your throat isn't as tight as some I've had, as you're too fucking big!"
I couldn't answer him - stuff was just drooling out of my mouth, tears were streaming from my eyes, and big rivulets of snot were pouring from my nose. My throat ached, like when you've had a terrible attack of tonsillitis, only a hundred times worse. My chest and belly were still heaving, and all my muscles there felt as if they'd been forced into completely unnatural positions.
I could see that Jase and Matt had shot, as their cum was glinting in the light, and Matt called out "Good one, Sam! I've never seen that done before, but I think I'm going to try it."
"Beats fucking them up the ass", Sam told him. "Any guy can take it up the ass, and even though some of them squeal and scream, they know it will all be over relatively soon and there'll be no permanent damage done. But when you force yourself down a guy's throat, he's completely in your power, completely at your mercy. There's not a blind thing he can do about it. And it's hot, wet, and the muscles clamp on you, just like when you fuck an ass. So you get all the physical sensation and you totally dominate and control him. Fucking amazing - much better than up the ass."
I was still unable to speak, or to control the fluids pouring out from me - some reflex had been triggered from the choking and gagging, and I couldn't speak. It's just as well, I suppose, else I'd have been calling him all the vile names I could think of, and that would have pissed off Matt. Sam knelt down again and I saw his dick, covered in my body fluids, close to my face. If I could have, I'd have bitten it off. He reached into my mouth and pulled out the wedge that had been holding my jaws open, and the wood came out, sodden with my spit and body fluids.
I started to say "Fucking cunt... You nearly killed me.....", but Sam stopped me abruptly - he pulled his hand back and swung and slapped me hard on the face with his open palm, knocking my face to one side.
"Shut up, slave! Hasn't Matt taught you any manners yet?"
Matt now got up and came over, and reached under the table to untie me. As my arms came free, I got to my feet and lunged towards Sam, but Matt threw himself between us and pushed me backwards. "Hey, Steve - calm it! I told you to CALM IT, you young fucker. Now, do as I say, or I'll punish you...."
I stood there, my chest still heaving and my face covered in sweat, spit, mucus and tears.
"I think you'd better go upstairs and clean up!", he went on. "And get to bed - We all have an early start, and Sam and Jase will be going soon."
What was I to do? I probably could have caused a fight, but with Matt, Sam and Jase all being fit strong guys, there was no way I was going to win, or even do any damage to Sam. All I could do was turn around and, broken and utterly humiliated, climb the stairs.
It took a long time for me to get control of my body again, and I washed my face several times to clear away all the stuff still coming out of me. I showered, as my whole body stank of dried sweat, and crawled into bed. I could hear the three guys downstairs laughing and joking, and then engaging in more serious conversation, but I didn't care. I just lay there, more depressed than at any time since I'd been enslaved. I curled up into almost the foetal position, and lay there in my own misery, on the side of the bed.
Matt ultimately came up and got into bed after he'd pissed, and moved to lie behind me.
"Turn over, Steve. I need a bit more stimulation - I'm still horny, even after tonight, and you can jerk me off."
I didn't say anything, or move. I was too miserable. I didn't care any more.
"Hey, Steve! I told you to turn over, as I need jerking off. Move it! My dick's straining for it!"
I still did nothing.
"You young punk - obey me! If you're going to sulk like this every time we have a bit of fun...."
I did turn around now, and almost screamed at him "Bit of fun...? Bit of fun.....? I almost died down there! You let him almost kill me.... I know I'm your slave, but I thought you were my buddy, too, in this house! You...."
"Shut the fuck up, Steve! You're not thinking properly again. You were never in any danger."
"Look, Sam's a completely dominant guy who likes to show the world he's in charge. He had a great time raping your throat, as he calls it - didn't you hear how he told you all about it first? He wanted you to know what you were about to suffer, so you could compare it with what was actually happening to you, and so that he would know that you knew he had you completely in his power. It was a huge ego trip for him - Jase won't let him fuck him like that, and it's only Jase he gets to play with mostly now, as they can only do it when their wives aren't around."
"He's a free man. He's my guest. I offered him the use of your body, and he took it. You should be glad that he had such a good time. And Jase and I enjoyed it, too - seeing you completely helpless, thrashing around so violently and so completely dominated by Sam, was a real turn on. And when he used his dick to completely block your airway and you passed out.... It was the most amazing example of the way one man has power over another."
"But it was terrible for me.... I felt as if I was dying... I hurt all over now...."
"Steve, you're a slave. No one gives a shit what you felt about it. It's your master's satisfaction that matters. And, actually, you were in no danger at all."
"But he could have killed me."
"No! That's one thing he wouldn't do! If he'd just kidnapped some guy off the street, a hitchhiker, or a migrant worker, and had taken him off to the boat shed, tied him up, and raped his throat like that, and something had gone wrong and the guy had died, it would probably have been OK. Jase would have helped take the body out to sea in their trawler, and that would have been the end of it."
"But if he'd killed you here tonight, he'd have deprived me of your value - remember, you're a prime piece of slave flesh, with a VERY high price. There's no way he could pay me back, even if he and Jase sold their boat. So the courts would order him to be enslaved when he couldn't pay.... And there's no way he'd want to end up as a slave. So you can be VERY certain that in spite of all his rough handling of you, he would have been watching you like a hawk to make sure he didn't go too far."
"Are you going to let him do it again?"
"Probably. Why not? You're sore now, and you're pissed off. But Sam liked doing it, and Jase and I liked watching.... And there's no permanent damage to you, except to your feelings. And, as I keep telling you, slaves shouldn't have feelings!"
"Actually", he went on, "All this talk has taken my hard away. Now shut up, and get to sleep!"
I did sleep, but I woke up a couple of times from dreadful nightmares, covered in sweat. Matt woke up each time, too - I guess it was because I sat bolt upright, and cried out. He put an arm protectively around me, and kind of hushed me.
"Come on, Steve! You're a grown man. Don't be so fucking hysterical. Forget it, and move on!"
Having his body close to mine was some comfort, and I did drift into sleep again. In the morning, I jerked him off, as he liked, then when he didn't reach out to stroke my dick as he usually did, started to masturbate myself.
"No, Steve, don't do that. Don't shoot this morning."
I didn't think anything of it - I guess I must still have been in recovery - and it didn't seem odd, either, when he made me shave my balls and crack even though it wasn't a "regular" day. But he told me not to shave my face, as he wanted a good masculine look of stubble that day.
I didn't get a sweat to wear now, as Matt liked me to go around advertising his business with my tattoos: It wasn't a problem as the weather had warmed up. I pulled on my nylon shorts as usual. We were about to leave the house to go down to the office, when he turned to me, looked at me calmly, and said
"Lose the shorts, Steve. You're going to work naked from now on."
"What?"
"Yes - you heard me. Drop them! You're going to work completely naked now. I'm sorry - but I've got to insist."
"Please, Matt, please don't make me do that..."
"Look, Steve, Jase told me things last night. After you'd gone to bed, he asked me why I didn't work you naked and let you wear those shorts. You saw how the doctor used Jase's boat, didn't you? Well, he told Jase it was because I mistreated you by making you wear an unsuitable, 'chafing' uniform. And he was going to boycott me until I 'did the right thing'. And he was going to persuade all the other boat owners to do the same."
"I can't afford to lose the business, Steve. So you've got to lose the shorts!"
"But they don't chafe - they're fine... .you gave me these as they drain quickly..."
"You know that, I know that, and, of course, the doctor knows that. But he's a control freak - he is determined to have you naked, as he likes the look of your body - remember how he examined you? He asked me to make you work in the nude, and I said no. So now he's going to make me do it. And, of course, he's succeeded - all the owners here know each other, and if he tells them to boycott me, they will. Half my income and two thirds of my profit, come from the services.... I can't afford to lose that."
"Please, Matt.... Don't make me go naked. All those people..."
"Don't be so fucking stupid! There's no problem with you going naked - you're a slave, after all. And you've got absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, after all - there aren't any other guys I know around here with a body like yours. And, anyway, I'd have thought that a young guy like you would prefer to swim in the nude - it feels much nicer, you know, when your dick and balls aren't constrained by shorts... A lot of guys pay money to go to private sessions in public pools on 'men only' nights, so they can do just that..."
"But couldn't you tell the doctor it's not a problem...."
"You don't listen, do you? He knows it's not a problem. But he likes to have his own way. He wants to see you naked, so naked you're going to be. Now, follow me!"
I tried to walk proudly down the quay that morning, following Matt. My whole body wanted to curl up, to try to hide my shame I had to force myself not to try to cover my genitals with my hands. The other fishermen didn't help, either - as we walked past them and Matt exchanged his normal greetings, they whistled and catcalled at me, and joked about my dick and how the ladies would all be fainting at the sight of it once the tourists came out!
Actually, it is better to swim in the nude. It feels great to have the water flowing freely all over you. And, I suppose, it is a lot more natural that using a scrap of cloth to cover just a tiny part of your body.
We were every busy anyway, so for most of the time I could stay in the water completely, and in-between customers I just rested a hand on the quayside and gently trod water. Although the sea is very clean at Seatown, provided my body was more or less vertical I didn't think anyone could see anything other than the general outline of my tackle if I remained like that. I guess they could see my naked ass as I crawled out to the moored boats, but there was a lot of disturbed water as I powered along, and that didn't seem to be a problem for me.
I was beaten, though, as the high tide we'd had that morning started to go down - soon, I wading back with the boats, the water only up to my chest. And by lunch time, there wasn't any way I could avoid exposing myself as the water level at the quay side had dropped to about knee-height!
The sun was warm, and we were now in that lull anyway when the morning trippers have gone out and have not yet returned, and there wasn't any work for me to do. So I hauled myself out onto the warm stones, and just lay there on my belly, resting and drying off. As usual, a little crowd of tourists kept moving past, stopping to read Matt's advert across my back, and I think there were a lot more photos taken than usual, as my ass was naked today, too.
Matt began to find me little errands, though - "take this back to the office whilst I wait here for customers", "Go and ask Jase if he's got any fresh scallops as I need to deliver some to the Smithsons".... That kind of stuff, that kept me in motion up and down the quay, so there was no concealment. After the first couple of times when it had been so strange to jog along with my dick and balls flopping around, and with everyone looking at me, I almost stopped noticing.
By mid afternoon, it almost seemed perfectly natural - Matt was even having photos of the two of us taken by customers who rented a boat. Some guys, though, fired off at least 20 shots, and I hate to think how many porn sites I was going to appear on!
We'd almost finished for the day when the big BMW purred up again. It stopped by us, the window went down, and the doctor looked out.
"Evening, Matt"
"Doctor"
"So, you've taken my advice, I see. Sensible - those of us in the ASPCS can't bear to see slave boys suffering." He then directed himself at me, and said "Turn around, boy, so I can make sure that your master's actions didn't damage you before he as persuaded to stop."
I did so, and felt myself blushing - even after spending all day naked in front of loads of tourists, being "inspected" like this was somehow far worse.
"Good, Matt. AND you've adopted my idea for the advertising! I'll have to charge you a commission! Now, can you park the car for me as usual, please, whist the slave swims out and fetches my skiff?"
"Of course, doctor. Slave.... You know which one by now.... Go, boy!"
I ran across and dived in as usual, and swam as fast as I could. I revelled in the power of my body, and wanted to say, somehow, that here, working, I was the one in charge. That doctor had the power to inspect me, to make Matt make me be humiliatingly naked... But here, working, it was me, my body, that was important.
When I got back I hauled myself up onto the quay and handed the doctor the end of the painter. I didn't make any effort to dry the sea water off me, and was conscious of it running across and down my body, glinting in the evening sun. As it does, it made a little rivulet across my belly, then down onto my dick, and splashed off - it looked as if I was standing there taking a little piss.
"My wife can't make it tonight, Matt, and won't be down until tomorrow morning. I hate eating alone.... Would you care to join me for dinner on my boat this evening... I've bought some excellent steak in a cool bag from the city...."
"Sure, be glad to."
"Send the slave for the stuff from the trunk of my car, then, please."
I ran off, holding the BMW key, and struggled back with two big suitcases and a cool box.
"My wife doesn't believe in travelling light", the doctor said to Matt. "Tell you what - get the slave to row me out to the boat, then he can row it back, and it will be ready for you tonight."
Matt nodded, but the doctor continued "...and you'd better have him row you tonight, too. I've got an excellent bourbon in my stuff, and I know you like that... I'd hate to think of you rowing back after dinner with too much of that inside you, or, equally, of you not being able to enjoy a drink. If you bring the slave, he can deal with the boat."
I sat there, rowing the doctor and his luggage, out across the bay. My shoulders and arms pulled at the oars and we almost flew across the water. I could feel my stomach muscles working hard to make it happen. In the tiny skiff we were very close together, and the doctor's eyes seemed to be riveted on the play of the muscles as I worked away, and at my dick as it hung there in front of him.
When we arrived at his boat and I'd moored us, he told me to carry the cases up the ladder for him. We stood on the rear deck, and he reached out to put one hand on my shoulder, and cup my balls in the other.
"Sir... Please..."
"Shut up, slave. I'm a free man, and I've a right to feel a slave if I want to. And I'm also a doctor, remember? Now, tell me, are you still a virgin? Has Matt fucked your ass yet?
I blushed, but replied "No, sir. I mean Yes, sir. I mean no, he hasn't fucked me. Yes, I am a virgin."
"But does Matt use you sexually at all?"
"Yes, sir."
"How?"
"Sir, I think you should ask Matt.... It's kind of private."
"Slaves don't have secrets! Answer me, boy!" As if to emphasise his words, his hand tightened around my balls.
"Sir, well... I jerk him off, and I give him oral."
"And Matt, what does Matt do?"
"The same, sir."
"So.. Master and slave... Jerking each other off, and sucking each others' dicks. How often?"
"Every night, sir, and every morning."
"So Matt's still sexually very active, even at forty something. Good! What's he like?"
"Sir?"
"Big? Cut? Thin? What's his dick like?"
"Well, about like mine, sir. We're about the same size generally, as you've probably seen, except that I'm more muscular. And it's like that... well.... all over."
He'd carried on fondling my balls, and as we'd talked about Matt, and sex, I'd gradually got an erection. His hands now caressed this, too, and he moved my foreskin backwards and forwards, as I'd seen men liked to do.
"When is he getting you 'skinned?"
"Sir?"
"Your foreskin! When's he planning to have you 'skinned..... Circumcised?"
"He isn't, sir. He told Sam and Jase last night that he enjoys feeling me like this..."
"I see. So he plays with other men, too, does he?"
"Sir, I think you really should discuss this with Matt...."
"Oh I will, boy, I will. Now, get back over.. I'll see you later!"
It was dusk and going chilly on the sea as I rowed Matt back to the doctor's boat. I put my back into it, though, and soon got warm as we skimmed over the bay. Matt climbed the ladder easily when we arrived, pulling his body up with athletic ease, and I followed.
The doctor was waiting and shook Matt's hand warmly, and put an arm around his shoulder.
"Come on in.... I don't think you've been below before, have you?"
"No, doc. Hey - Steve - make yourself comfortable out here."
"How interesting, you call your slave by a name!"
"Oh, yes.. .when we're not working... He lives in my house, that's a bit smaller than this boat! And, you know, two guys, living so close.... Well, it just seems natural to use his name."
"And you fuck him? When you're in the heat of passion, do you call out his name?"
"No, I don't fuck him. We just do the same sort of things all guys do when they're together - jerking off, sucking."
"Well, it seems unnecessarily cruel to keep him out here - there's a chill breeze in the bay tonight. We can have him inside, if you don't mind him watching us."
"Thanks - that's kind. Although he's a slave, I like the guy, and I don't like him to be unnecessarily uncomfortable. And why should I mind him watching whatever we do? As you say, he's a slave!"
We went in, and it was just like those luxurious interiors of boats you see in all the movies- all polished dark wood, shining brass fittings, and big leather sofas.
The doctor and Matt had a drink, then they chatted on about like in Seatown as the doctor grilled steaks on a gas griddle built in to the stainless steel galley area. As he was going to serve it, the doctor asked Matt what I was going to eat - "Hey, it didn't occur to me. I only thawed two steaks. What's your slave going to eat? He looks a big boy, and I bet he eats you out of house and home!"
"Thanks, doc. But I brought along a can of slave chow - he can eat that. Just give him a spoon. And actually, he doesn't cost a lot to feed - providing I give him the slave chow, it's surprisingly cheap - I guess it's made from all the stuff they can't sell in the normal markets."
"One can doesn't seem much..."
"Oh, it's concentrated and enriched. But I'm trying to make him look meaner and leaner anyhow. Just don't bother with him - he'll be happy enough with his can/"
The two men sat down to their steaks, baked potatoes, and salad, and my mouth filled with saliva at the delicious smell that was wafting towards me. I spooned the almost tasteless slave chow down, and I suppose I was lucky to be given that - it did at least go some way towards making me feel less hungry than I normally was!
As they ate, the two men carried on drinking, and were getting quite happy! They stopped talking about life in Seatown, and about their wives. The doctor was, as I said, waiting for his to come out from the city the following morning. He asked about Matt's wife, and Matt told her they'd separated almost as soon as their son, Billy, was born.
"So", the doctor said "You don't live with anyone now - other than the slave?"
"Hell, no! After the way that bitch treated me, I never wanted a permanent relationship with a woman again. They're OK for one-night stands, of course. And some of them are all right to work with. But I can't imagine wanting one around the place all the time again!"
"So you still fuck women?"
"Hey, yes, of course I do! Do you think I'm some sort of fag?"
"But you and the slave... You jerk off, and have oral?"
"Well, any one does, don't they? It's not like sex, really - just things guys can do together to keep themselves fit and happy... If you don't jerk off, after all, your balls start to wither away from lack of use. And fucking the five fingered widow's OK, but getting another guy to do it to you is so much nicer...."
Both men were pretty high by now, and the doctor moved closer to Matt. I watched as he put his arm around Matt's shoulder, ostensibly whilst pouring Matt a drink. Then, when Matt didn't object, I saw his other hand move towards the crotch of Matt's jeans. Staring deeply into Matt's eyes, he moved his hand closer, then rested it on the prominent bulge Matt was displaying.
"So, are you horny now, Matt? Do you want to do a little jerking off, or oral, with an experienced guy?"
Matt leaned forward, and, to my amazement, reached out and kissed the doctor, putting his hand behind the older man's head and drawing their two head closer together. I could almost see their tongues lashing together, and judging by the way that both the doctor and Matt were moving their heads around ,they were trying to get deeper and deeper into each other!
They broke off, and the doctor said "Hey... So you like kissing, too. Have you trained the slave to that, too?"
"No. Just to sex. I only kiss guys I'm attracted to.
And you, doc.... Come here!"
They started kissing again, and now both men were close together, arms intertwined. Their hands were running up and down each other's bodies, and stopping to probe at each other's crotches.
They stopped for a moment, and both men pulled off their shirts, then started their frenzied kissing again. With their chests exposed, they began to bob their heads down to nip and nibble at each others tits. Matt didn't seem to mind that the thatch on the doctor's chest was all grey and white (Although the guy was generally in good shape - I guessed he must work out).
Something seemed to happen and they both got to their feet, and with their mouths still clamped together they stated to scrabble at each other's belts, and try to force their pants off.
The doctor had a good sized dick, but not as big as Matt's, obviously. They were holding each other together, and Matt freed one hand to reach down and clasp both dicks tightly together and start jerking them off. The doctor couldn't speak as Matt had his tongue deep inside him, but I could see from the way his ass and legs moved that he was responding to Matt, and both men were moaning and groaning in-between the slurps of their kisses.
I couldn't believe they didn't care that I was watching - or didn't they know, had they simply forgotten me? Matt continued to jerk them together, then stopped, and reached down kind of underneath the doctor. The older guy started to moan with real passion and ecstasy, and I saw that Matt had got his finger up between the firm ass cheeks of the doctor.
On and on they went, kissing all the time and exploring each other's bodies in a frenzy of passion - it was as if each wanted to totally encompass the other man's whole being.
Matt steered the doctor over to one of the leather couches, then gently pushed him back on to it. It looked as if the doctor' smaller body was completely covered by Matt's giant frame, and the general moaning, thrashing and entwining of limbs got more and more passionate.
I saw Matt pull back slightly and almost stand up, then he had the doctor's ankles in his hands, and was pushing them up and back as he moved forward - the doctor gave a great shout as Matt stabbed his dick home up the doctor's ass, then both men went quiet as Matt slowly and gently inserted himself further and further up the doctor's hole. When he was buried as seep as he could go, Matt started to fuck the doctor, with long, slow gentle strokes- I watched in fascination as his ass muscles flexed and extended, and his long, muscular thighs responded by straining and relaxing. The doctor was giving little cries from somewhere inside him, and these synchronised with Matt's slow fucking.
Matt was staring down at the doctor, then, as he watched, he suddenly and unexpectedly changed pace and slammed in and out of the doctor - who gave a little scream each time Matt slammed his dick fully home.
Matt went on and on like this, but his pace was increasing and he too was starting to give little shouts. The doctor seemed to have lost conscious control altogether, and was just giving animal-like cries as Matt pistoned away. Then the action seemed to freeze - Matt shouted "Jesus Christ - I'm cumming!", his back arched to push his dick one last time into the doctor, and then he just stood there, immobile. The doctor had screamed at the same time, and now just lay there, impaled on Matt's dick.
It seemed to go on for ever, then Matt let go of the doctor's ankles and leaned forward so that his body was on top of the doctors. I saw him start to kiss the older man again.
After about four or five minutes, Matt gently pulled out from the doctor, then helped the older man to sit up, and went to sit behind him.
"OK?"
"Fantastic! Hey, Matt, you're an even nicer guy than you look! There aren't many guys who are that gentle when they're fucking! You've got great technique, and a superb body to go with it. You're one lucky guy, you know that, to be so handsome, and so talented!"
"Oh, come on doctor - I'm just an ordinary guy who keeps in shape. And you're a great fuck, you know that? Not a lot of guys don't even tremble when they see my dick. But you didn't do anything - just lay there, and let me fuck you. No scratching, no complaining, no lying just like a slab of dead meat - but a lot of feedback, with all your cries and moans. And those ass muscles of yours really gripped me and made me think you wanted my dick to stay up you for ever. So thanks..."
"Just give me a few minutes, Matt, and I'll really thank you. It usually takes me about 30 minutes to recover from a fucking, before I can think about getting erect and returning the favour. But if you want to lie down, I can start finger-fucking you...."
"Hey, doc.. N o disrespect... But it isn't going to happen. I don't take it up the ass from any man. We can jerk off, or I'll happily give you oral, but I don't take it up the ass."
"Why not?"
"Well, I don't. Never have, never will. Don't get me wrong - there's absolutely nothing wrong with it, and, as you've seen, I can give it up the ass much better than most. But I just don't take it!"
"You'd better let me prep that slave, then, as I sure am horny! And he seems to have a good, firm ass!"
"Sorry, doctor, no can do. He's a virgin, as I said, and he's staying that way for the time being. If you want to have him jerk you off, or suck you to orgasm, that's fine - he's a pretty expert cocksucker. Or if you'd like me to do that to you, I'd be proud to do so. But, sorry, I don't take it up the ass. And, for the moment, this one's got to stay a virgin."
End Of Part 9