THE LABOURER by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 23
It was a real relief to be able to work at Rooney's contracts during the break between semesters. I then only had to endure the weekends of humiliation, serving my father and Joe. I soon got all my strength back, and the sex wit the other guys and with Craig was spectacular - somehow, when I was in the passion of fucking I could completely forget all my cares and worries and just enjoy "the moment", just totally let go and have that deep, buried part of me, the primitive part, the part that has never been civilised, take over. And afterwards, as I was lying with Craig, I'd see that sexy half-smile on his face, and I'd demand to know what he was amused at. "Oh, Steve, it's just that you can't see yourself when you're fucking", he whispered. "I saw you just then with Chet, and I've never seen anything like it - the sheer intensity and enthusiasm you put into it. I don't know how you do it..."
"So do you want a live demonstration? It's a long time since you let me fuck you..."
"No way! I don't think my ass could take such a pounding. How about you letting me show you how a real top does it? Total control, that's me...."
I put my head down and gave one of Craig's nips a little gentle bite, and he convulsed with laughter, and tried to push my head away, only to have me suddenly lunge at his other nip. He's so sensitive there, like a lot of top guys, and he was soon wriggling and doing everything he could to avoid my playful lips and teeth. "So what's all this about control?", I asked him finally. "You can't even keep still for a few moments in bed..."
It was great. We perfectly understood each other. We each knew what the other liked, and how far we could go. We could just lie there and caress each other, or we could be playful, or jerk each other off, or whatever... It was just the way that it ought to be between two men who are each others best buddies. But sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night, feel Craig's body wrapped around mine, all our limbs intertwined, feel his breath on my skin, smell the heady odour of his male form assailing my nostrils, and for a moment I'd be happy, deliriously happy, so glad that in spite of everything, I'd found this perfect companion. But then after a few seconds that wonderful feeling of total joy would evaporate, and I'd start to worry: what was going to happen to us? What was my father going to do with me? Would Mister Rooney sell Craig on? We could be broken apart in an instant, we had no control over our lives, none at all. It must be tough when two lovers fall out and break up in ordinary life, but at least they have a choice about it: we were utterly powerless to be able to prevent our lives being ruined.
I tried to talk about this to Craig once, but he just shrugged. "Look, Steve, there's no point in worrying about things that you can't change. It's like worrying about the weather - it affects you, but there's not a fuck you can do about it. When I was in jail I met a couple of guys who I liked - well, not as much as you - but we were close, real close. Then I got free - it was my first couple of sentences, and I was only doing a year or two - and they were left inside. So even though we'd been the closest of fuck buddies, and you do get really close to other guys when you're in a tiny cell, twenty hours a day, we were just split up, just like that. It was tough at the time, but you get used to it. If either of us is sold, then that's it: that's what happens to prisoners, indentured servants, and slaves. I guess it's part of the punishment, a part you don't think about, until it's happened."
I shuddered inwardly as he said this. If it occurred to my father that splitting us up was a punishment, I felt certain that he'd do it - perhaps just get Mister Rooney to sell Craig, or something. But life has to go on, doesn't it? I think Craig's attitude, to not worry about the things you can't change, is pretty cool, but try as I might, it just didn't seem to fit with my way of seeing things, and I still worried a lot. I mean, I'm used to being the sort of guy who likes things my own way- I can appear to be idle and not do anything for quite a long time, like when my apartment used to look like a rubbish tip, but once I decided to act, then it was swift and decisive, and it would look like a palace the next day. A silly example, I know, but that's the way I am - I accept things that others might find unpleasant, but then I'll flip into "action" mode and move heaven and earth to make things better. Now the total powerlessness of my situation just added to my difficulties, as there was no way I could act, however bad things got.
The overseers, who once I thought were the most diabolical guys on earth, always using the tawse and cane on us, gradually seemed to become nicer guys. If
I looked at it dispassionately, I saw that they were only doing their jobs: Mister Rooney gave them quotas to achieve, and standards to be maintained, and they were all on some sort of incentive scheme. And at the end of the day, how could they make a load of indentured servants really perform, really deliver the goods? Society had said that it was perfectly acceptable to use "non harmful" physical coercion on us, and so they did: to do their jobs properly, they used the tools available to them, just as we in turn had to use the tools provided to us to do our jobs. Once I saw that they were not arbitrary in their tawsing and caning, but were almost scientific about it, knowing when we really needed to be "encouraged" to achieve our maximum efforts, I started to relax a bit, and as I relaxed, it seemed to make it easier for both the overseers and me. I knew there was nothing personal in it - they didn't beat me because they disliked me or anything, but just to ensure that I really did perform. And, given that I'd known that when I first entered into this indentured servitude thing, I couldn't really complain, could I?
I didn't even mind when they wanted a few additional things from me - Ryan in particular liked to have his dick sucked occasionally, and he used all the guys almost randomly. The first time he chose me and told me to get on my knees and get his dick out, I almost hit him: I mean, I don't mind sucking Craig's dick, but I really only like other guys doing it to me, not me doing it to them. But I didn't have any choice in the matter, did I? So I made a workmanlike job of it.
I knew enough about the way that the other guys sucked me that it isn't just the physical action as you lick, suck and slurp at the dick: a man likes to be appreciated, doesn't he? And so you like to hear the sucker making a lot of appreciative noises and so on. So I did this to Ryan, even though I hated it really, and it seemed to fool him as afterwards, as I still knelt there, my mouth full of his cum, he took my chin on one hand and stroked my head almost affectionately. "Fucking good job, Steve!", he said. "I thought I was going to have trouble with you, with your reputation as a top. But you really know how to please a man."
"Thank you, sir. It's not hard, with a dick like yours...." I was lying, of course, but why not? A few little lies like that don't hurt anyone, do they? And they certainly make the world go around a whole lot easier. "Yes, sir, I like to play with a nice 'skin like yours - none of the guys here has one, not even me, any more. So it's a real change. Thank you, sir."
"You're the first guy who's ever said that to me, Steve."
"Well, sir, all the other guys here were mostly cut at birth, so they don't remember the fun a guy gets when his 'skin is used properly. As you know, I only lost mine when Mister Rooney had me whipped, and I can still remember what it's like..."
He laughed. "Oh yes, I recollect that whipping..... But perhaps it's better for you - the amount of fucking you do, it's kind of sleeker, more streamlined the way you are now. Anyway, back to work...."
He started to tuck his dick back into his pants as I continued to kneel there, and I decided to try to butter him up some more. "Please don't sir...", I whispered. "It's made me so horny taking your dick. Can I jerk off whilst I can still see it?"
I saw him looking at me in amazement, and he nodded slowly. I undid my shorts and pushed them open so that my own erection sprang upwards, then I pushed my face into his crotch, letting his dick lie alongside my nose, put one arm around his butt to hold him close to me, and began to jerk off with my other hand. It wasn't bad, actually - the male scent fro his crotch and the feeling of a dick along your face is a bit of a turn on. I made lots of "Oh..." and "Arrr..." noises, and soon shot my load. Then I scrambled to my feet, smiled at him, and said "Thank you, sir... That was so sexy."
It had been easy to bolster his ego like that - it's not a bad thing to jerk off in the middle of the day, after all, and he'd certainly found it erotic to have a big, muscled stud like me wanting to jerk myself off whilst his dick and crotch were in my face. And ever after that, Ryan was always especially nice to me - if there was a choice assignment and he was in charge of manpower allocation that day, I got it; and of course he always kept Craig and me working together if he could. Sure, I had to suck him off occasionally, and I was always wondering if he was going to demand more, and want to take my ass. Craig had seen me doing this, and had almost sniggered "You're fucking lucky, Steve, that it's Ryan who's taken a fancy to you! I can see how you're teasing the guy to get a few favours, but don't try it with any of the others or they will take you seriously, and then, buddy, you won't be ale to stop them pushing their dicks up your ass, like you stop me...!"
"Hey, I only do it to make life easy for both of us. But why do you think Ryan won't want to go further?"
"He's only been married a year or so, and the fun of that hasn't worn off yet - I bet that little wife of his is still opening her legs as often as Ryan wants. The other overseers have all been married longer... So I guess Ryan just wants a little light relief at the office, and isn't into anything more serious..."
"They're all married? But they all use us sexually..."
"Sure, and why not? Look, Steve, you really are the innocent, aren't you? Think about it - millions of years ago, most of the women would be pregnant all the time: as soon as they dropped one kid, they'd be knocked up immediately. And it's not much fun to fuck in the last few months of pregnancy, is it? So what do you think all those primitive hunters did - they fucked each other, of course! Every guy wants to fuck, all the time, Steve - you know that. So even for guys who like women, that urge is there and given the chance, they all take it- it's natural, built in to us. A whole lot of the guys I've fucked with have been married, happily so, most of them, too, just looking for a bit of fun on the side. It's just natural."
"Oh, come on..."
"Hey, Steve, you used to fuck around, didn't you? You're always telling me how you were the town stud and all that... Did you ever think you were going to really appreciate another guy's ass?"
"No..."
"But when you tried it, you liked it, right? No, not just liked it, developed a real craving for it. So what makes you think that you're so special? Men having sex with other men is perfectly normal, it's been going on for millions of years. It's only lack of opportunity, or fear of getting 'caught' that prevents every guy on the planet form having real sex with another man. It's only the stupid christians in the last century or so who've tried to make out that it's in some way wrong, and try to lay a guilt trip on everyone. But then, they don't think you should have any sort of sex for fun."
Somehow there didn't seem to be any way that you could argue against that, as what Craig said made perfect sense.
Still, it was helpful to have these tiny "favours" form Ryan, and one day Craig and I were put together and again "delivered" to Rob's house. Since we were last there, Rob had been showing his power and success by having a new wing added (the local papers had said that "he and his society hostess wife were adding a new nursery, playroom, and nanny's quarters for their infant son, Robert Junior", which had made me laugh. But now it was finished, and Rooney's Contracts had been called in to generally clean the place up, re-plant the shrubberies that the builders had disturbed, and at the same time extend the terrace - we'd done all around the pool last time, and now it had been decided to rip it all up and do the whole lot "consistently".
"Shit, Steve!", Craig joked as we stood there waiting for Rob to come out. "Now I've got to crawl around looking at that bare ass of yours all day, watching those balls of yours swing around between your thighs as we are on our knees laying this stuff. Do you remember the way that bitch made us work naked, just because we were in the pool area?"
"Yes, and that condom-think clipped to our pubes, so we couldn't piss", I reminded him, ruefully. Not being able to piss when you're working is really hard on a guy, isn't it?
We stood here until Rob came out, just enjoying the sunshine. Then, when he appeared, he gave us all his stupid orders - "be careful of this", "don't touch that", "this is freshly painted and I want it kept clean", all that sort of crap. For fuck's sake, we were meant to be there working at a construction project. Then he told us to drop our shorts, and he pulled out a couple of the condom things he'd used last time.
"OK, guys, slide these on, and snap the clip on your pubes", he told us, unashamedly staring hard at our dicks. "You know, Steve, I really do think that having you 'skinned improved your general look - that dick of yours is so much more interesting now I can see the head all the time. You always turned away form the other guys in the showers when you 'skinned back to wash at school, and I always wondered what your dick head would look like... So much more sensible of Rooney to have you clipped. But then, a lot of things have changed since school days, haven't they?"
I knew enough now about being a slave to know that free men always wanted to be answered, or else they had the perfect excuse to tawse you or cane you. I didn't want the day to start with a stinging ass or sore shoulders, so I just said meekly "Sir, yes, sir, they have." "Yes indeed, Steve the stud: who would never let his buddy even take a good look at his body, or even just do a bit of harmless jerking off together. And now it's Steve the slave, and I can have not only your dick, but your ass, any time I want."
"With respect, sir, you can't", I cut in quietly. "You sold my indenture to my father, and he now controls me. I guess you can have my ass, but you'd have to ask him.... You do remember my father, I'm sure, sir, from when you used to come to our house all the time - he's a reasonable man, and I'm sure if one of our most respected lawyers asked him, he'd surely agree..."
I could see Craig start to laugh as I sad this, then controlled himself. But even so, Rob clearly knew that I was making fun of him. Then a dreadful thought struck me - my father was now fucking Joe, after all, so perhaps he wouldn't find it odd that Rob might want to fuck me, if Rob plucked up the courage to ask. But I didn't think he would, as Karen would almost certainly complain if she ever found out, and I personally wasn't convinced about Rob's prowess as a lawyer - he hadn't been all that bright at school, his father had probably paid huge sums to get him through college, and he owed his current position to his father in law. No, he wouldn't want to risk any of that.
Craig and I started to pull the hateful condoms on - how on earth do guys use these all the time? But just as we were finishing, Karen came out to join her husband. "Rob, why have you got those men naked?", she demanded.
"Well, dear, you always like men working in the pool areas to be nude - remember how much we had to pay that electrician who you insisted stripped to the buff before he could fix the lights - and I thought...."
She turned to us and snapped "I might have known it! Steve, always wanting to show off! Pull your shorts back up, both of you!", and then in a quieter tone she went on "It's not right for Rob Junior to have to see naked men, is it? It might set him wrong for life..."
Rob just shrugged, said "Just as you say, dear", then had some private conversation with her. We could only hear snatches of it, but he was saying he'd be out all day, and then "...and if there's any trouble, any trouble at all, from those two, press button one on the phone without delay. That will bring the security company racing here, they'll cuff the slaves, and have them out of here in no time at all. So don't worry..."
"I'm not worried, Rob! You are an idiot sometimes! My father has had indentured servants for years, and I'm perfectly capable of managing and controlling them!"
Rob left then, and in fact we didn't have any trouble form Karen all day - she sat on a lounger and watched us for a bit, but we were working hard and even she couldn't find anything to complain about. We were rewarded with a lot of sights of Rob Junior, though, as his nanny played with him in the grounds, and fed him his lunch out of the terrace. We took our own short break then, and we were both boiling hot as the sun had been unexpectedly strong that day. I went over to Karen, and said, as politely as I could, "Ma'am, we'd be very grateful if we could have a quick swim in your pool. We're very hot, and we could work much easier this afternoon..."
"Certainly not! Who ever heard of such a thing. You're both covered in sweat, and you'd contaminate the water, especially as my husband did not finish fitting the penis covers on you this morning. And you've got no swimming shorts - I don't want those filthy things you're wearing now anywhere near my pool"
"But ma'am, there are thousands of gallons of water in the pool, and certainly less than a few ounces of sweat on us, so there's no risk of contamination. And we won't pi... urinate, I promise. And we could swim naked, ma'am... That's the best way, anyway...", I ended with a smile, hoping that would please her.
"I said 'no', slave! Absolutely not. I am certainly not having two naked men running around here today, not with my infant son here. You'd probably corrupt him."
All I could do was shrug and walk away, but then when I sat down by Craig again, I muttered to him "Bitch! As if it would hurt! And as for 'corrupting' Rob Junior, I wonder how she'd feel if she knew it was our semen that impregnated her? I've half a mind to go over there and tell her that that husband of hers was just acting as a dildo for our seed that night!"
"Don't be such a fucking idiot, Steve! If you did that they'd certainly do DNA tests or something, and then the kid would probably be thrown out! You're always telling me how awful it was for Joe to have a poor home life, so how do you think Rob Junior would fare in an orphanage? He'd be a slave at sixteen, just like Joe."
He became serious for a moment, very unlike Craig, and said quietly "Look, I know I've fucked up my life and I'm a slave now, but I'd like to think my kid was going to do better. I like the idea of my genes going on to the next generation. And I want my son to do well..."
"Hey, Craig, what's all this 'my son' crap? He's equally likely to be mine, as yours - we both spunked up Rob, if you remember."
Craig's mood of seriousness had gone though, as he dug me in the ribs playfully, with his elbow. "Of course he's mine, Steve! My cum's much more lively than yours! My little swimmers would have beaten yours up that bitch any day!". We both laughed, but it did make me think - Craig and I were pretty much alike physically, and there was no way of telling from looking at the kid at this age who he might take after.
It really was hard working that afternoon, though, as the afternoon sun was even stronger than the morning. And seeing the pool lapping away there, so cool so inviting, made it much worse: if you're on a normal site, you don't have that additional dimension, thank god. And we had to keep working until about eight, as Rob had told us we had to carry on until he got home, and he was presumably held up at the office. He stomped around inspecting everything, and criticising most of it, then told us that, as before , we were going to be locked into the pool house that night so we could start work again firs thing the following morning. Craig and I didn't care, as it would be good to spend the night alone, and when he'd unlocked the musty place, we rummaged around, found some abandoned mattresses from loungers, and were soon lying together just enjoying being close.
When the door opened much later that evening, I soon realised we were in for a re-run of what had happened before. Rob was drunk, almost belligerently so, and swaggered in and stood in front of us as we lay there.
"On your feet, fucking slaves! Don't you have any manners?", he demanded.
I scrambled up and almost instinctively now dropped into the "subservient" position, but Craig uncurled his body and moved almost languidly to stand there, slouching as if he was a free man.
"Right, you men, jerk off, and be careful to catch the cum in your hands.", Rob almost shouted at us.
"Why?" Craig sounded almost rude.
"Fucking slave! Because I say so. I want to see you to jerking off. You're slaves. I'm a man. Slaves do what men tell them to. And I want to see you both jerking off."
I listened almost in horror as Craig went on "If you want our cum to impregnate that bitch of yours again, you're going to have to pay for it."
"You fucking slave, do as I say, now... Or I'll have you punished."
"And I'll tell wifey about our last visit here. Does Rob Junior even look much like you? Will she believe you, or will she have tests done? No, I think you're gong to have to pay you for our services this time."
Rob looked furious, then reached into his pocket and threw two twenty dollar bills on to the floor. Craig just sneered "Twenty bucks for a load of my cum? That's not much."
"All right. A hundred then..."
"That's no good, either. When do you think Steve and me can spend money? Have you ever seen a slave in stores? No, we want something else...."
"What? I'm not bargaining with slaves. Men don't bargain with slaves. I may agree to a reasonable request, but I don't bargain."
"Oh I think you will. You see Steve and I want something special from you. It's not hard really - it's something you've taken from Steve, anyway, so it can't be much of a problem for you."
Rob just stood there, looking mystified, and Craig went on "Yes, we want your ass. Steve and I are missing the other guys, locked up here in your dingy pool house, and as the only available ass around here is yours, we want it. Now strip off those clothes, and let's have a bit of real man to man sex."
"Absolutely not! I'm a married man, and I don't have sex with men."
"You fucked Steve. He told me."
"Yes, but you're slaves."
"So it's OK to fuck a slave, but not to have a slave fuck you?"
Rob just stood there. Now my suspicions that he wasn't a good lawyer were proved correct, as he wasn't even able to think of a good response to that! Craig stared him down, and said quietly "Get naked, now! Otherwise one of us will grab you whilst the other one runs into the house and has a little talk with your wife. And don't threaten us with a whipping - it would be worth it, just for the sport first. You can't stop both of us, you know..."
A shudder ran through me as Craig said this: he had never been whipped, whereas I was absolutely certain that doing what he said was not worth a whipping, not worth it at all.
Rob continued to stand there, and Craig snapped "I'm waiting.... If you're not naked in ten seconds, I'm going to grab hold of you whilst Steve here goes in to the house..."
To my huge relief, Rob started to pull off the loose sweat shirt that he'd been wearing, then dropped the baggy long shorts that I suppose was what he wore in bed. His body was pale and vaguely unhealthy looking in the moonlight which was all that illuminated the interior of the pool house.
Craig went over to Rob, and began to run his hands lightly over his body. Rob pulled away, and Craig snapped "Stand still! I expect you've done this often enough to servants you're going to buy... Now it's my turn: let me inspect you, properly...."
Ad Rob almost visibly shrank with embarrassment, Craig's muscled body moved around him, his hands playing over his back, butt, and then up his thighs, to finally cup his balls in one hand, and stroke his dick with the other. Craig winked at me and said "Very flabby, and out of tone. But nothing that a few weeks really hard work under the tawse and cane couldn't cure. This ass would be really fuckable if he didn't sit on it all day at a desk and did some real work. Was he like this at school?"
"No, he was a jock, like me."
"Well we'd better make the best of a bad job... On your hands and knees....."
Rob went to protest, but somehow, now that he was naked, he'd lost whatever small shred of authority he'd had. Almost meekly and resignedly, he knelt there as Craig snapped "Shoulders down on the floor, and get that butt nice and high up for me."
I began to wonder whether Rob's almost meek acceptance of that humiliating inspection and his positioning ready to be fucked was because he really was worried about Karen discovering his secret; or could it be that he secretly thrilled to be treated like a slave, revelling in being humiliated like this? Or, perhaps, it was just that Craig was always so very much in charge in sexual matters that there was some mysterious force communicating itself to another of guys he was about to fuck.
When Rob was a little slow in obeying, Craig slapped him on the butt in the same masterful way I'd seen him use with other servants, then stood there, teasing his dick up and down Rob's ass crack. As I watched, I saw that look of pleasure gradually come over Craig's face as his dick evidently got more and more excited, then I heard him mutter OK, fella, here it comes...."
He'd positioned himself at Rob's hole, and now he thrust his hips forward almost viciously to impale Rob on his dick Rob gave a little shout, and then, as Craig started to fuck him, moaned and cried out almost continuously.
As I watched Craig's beautiful butt and handsome, muscled masculine back working away, I could tell from long familiarity that he was approaching his climax. He pulled out, and with what must have been almost supreme self control, he pushed at Rob, turning him over onto his back, and then gave a couple of quick strokes at his dick so that his cum shot out all over Rob's face and chest. He stood there then, looking down at the cum running over Rob, and said "Is that OK for you now, then? Enough cum there to do the job?"
Rob just lay there, saying nothing, and Craig turned to me. "Your turn now, Steve. But don't expect too much. He's nice and tight, as I think he was probably a virgin, but his body is enough to turn you off when you're used to proper guys, as we are..."
I hesitated a bit, and Craig looked at me. "Go on, get stuck in..."
I looked at Rob, lying there on the floor, and went and knelt between his legs. The smell of Craig's cum, the sight of his powerful body watching me, and the thought of Rob lying there waiting for me to violate him, to pay him back for all he'd done to me, meant that I was rock hard and even without touching myself, small drops of pre-cum were oozing out of my dick. I picked up Rob's ankles, and went to put them on my shoulders, almost dragging his body across the floor to position myself for a really deep fuck. My dick touched his ass, and he cried out even though I was not yet forcing myself in to him. Then I stopped, and looked down at him lying there helpless underneath me.
"I could fuck you, Rob. And there's not a blind thing you could do about it, you know that, don't you? You've had Craig up you, and you can't stop me - Craig was right, wasn't he? You daren't risk us telling Karen. So I could fuck you, fuck you until you begged for mercy."
"Do you remember when you fucked me, Rob? That first time? When I was strapped down completely helpless on that horse? I didn't want you to do it, Rob, and you forced yourself into me. And now the positions are reversed: you don't want me in you, and you're helpless, powerless to stop me. I don't need to have you strapped down, though: your puny body can't stop a real man from doing whatever he wants."
I took a deep breath, and went on "That as no way to treat a buddy, Rob, no way at all. I trusted you, Rob, trusted you to hold my indenture. Then you got it extended, then you got me enslaved! You fucked me, Rob, and you fucked up my life. So now I can fuck you, Rob, and perhaps I'll fuck up your life, too - perhaps I'll let our little secret out to Karen anyway: what would that do to your marriage, your nice house, your fancy job, Rob?"
"Please, Steve... Please don't. Look, I got sucked in to it. It seemed harmless at first, getting you extended, and it's good to own a slave.... I needed a bit of extra money, as with all the expenses of this place and with Karen's father setting my salary, I don't have anything of my own. And I wanted just a bit of 'mad' money for myself, to spend as I want... I'm sorry, Steve...."
"You sold me as a slave, so you'd have some free spending money? I ought to tear your dick off, Rob, not just fuck you!" I was shouting now, completely furious.
But then something happened. He'd been a complete asshole to me, but what was the point of my retaliating? As I thought this, some part of my brain was genuinely surprised. I was Steve, the guy who always gave back as good as he got: you mess with me, you'd better be prepared to take the consequences. But now it wasn't as if I was beaten or anything - I held all the cards here, after all. It's just that there was no satisfaction in doing much about it - it wasn't going to change the past, after all. Maybe all this college stuff was "civilising" me, I don't know!
I stared down at his whimpering, cringing form, and added "But it's not worth it, Rob. I can't be bothered to waste my time fucking you - there are better asses than yours to fuck, and you're simply not worth it. You're a totally worthless piece of shit, and I can't be bothered to waste my time and effort on you."
As I said this, my voice deep and authoritative, I began to stroke my dick, and within seconds my cum fountained out to join Craig's running down Rob's face and body. I carried on staring at him, and went on "That's all you're worth, Rob: just something for real men to cum over! Now, get out of here, as you're not wanted: this is a place for real men, men like Craig and me, who look after our buddies and are true friends. Get your worthless ass out of here, now: you're not fit to be in the company of proper guys."
I deliberately turned my back on him, walked over to Craig, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him deeply. We both turned, and saw Craig frantically wiping our cum off his face and body and wiping it onto his dick. Jesus Christ, what a slime ball he was.
End Of Part 23