Willing Slave

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 9

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

When all the marks were counted - and after a great deal of argument - Nigger was judged to have the best body overall, and, to my surprise, I was second, earning my owner three points.

"Right, guys, what's next?", the host shouted. There weren't a lot of suggestions, but emerging from the general hubbub was the idea that there should be a "shooting match" next. I didn't really understand what they were talking about, until the argument that started began to focus on slaves who were slow to cum, and those who were always "quick off the mark", and whether one was better than the other!

"Listen guys", Scott said, very loudly, "We should do both. First time let's get them all jerking off and it will be the last one to cum who wins - a slave should be able to hold back in order to give his owner the greatest pleasure, and this will be a measure of that ability. Then, once they've shot, they've got to start jerking off again - and this time the winner will be the slave who comes first - a slave should be able to cum multiple times in a night, and this will be a measure of how good they are at that."

"No, Scott - that's not fair. First time around the slaves might not wank themselves with full vigour, to postpone cumming. ", one of the other owners interjected.

"Well then, let's do it in pairs. One pony will jerk off the other, and we'll mark it this way - we'll time them, and the pony that cums last will 'win' and get four points. But the pony who was jerking him will be judged to have lost, and will only get one point. And so on. That way the ponies are really motivated to hold out, and the ponies doing the jerking are really motivated to try to make them cum!"

The others all roared their approval at Master Scott's cleverness, as they all considered it would anyway be better "sport" to see one pony wanking another. I was paired with Nigger, and Spot with Ted, and Spot and I were told to climb onto the dining table and kneel next to each other. They told us to spread our knees wide apart and kneel with our hands behind our necks, and I felt so utterly exposed. A stopwatch was produced, and Master Scott gave the "off".

Nigger grabbed my dick, and started to stroke me. He rubbed away, but I didn't get an erection - having to kneel next to another guy who was also getting jerked off, and having my dick used by another man, just did something to me - I felt no sort of desire at all (and you know that I do get frequent erections usually). "Come on, Steve....", Nigger hissed at me almost under his breath. "Come on, you fucker... I'm not going to lose this....."

Actually, I realised, my dicks' sudden decision not to go erect was going to work in my favour - I could see that Spot's dick was rampantly erect and Ted's work on it seemed to be almost producing pre-cum. But then Nigger changed his tactics slightly - with his other hand he reached under my balls and started to gently scratch at that area between my balls and my hole. I shiver of excitement went through me as I got a sensation that I'd never known before, and, almost as it happened, my dick reared into life and rose to a magnificent erection.

Nigger now had something to work on, and he seemed to be very experienced at jerking off - he skinned me back, and ran his thumb all over my moist dick head, letting the edge of his nail catch in my piss slid. I shuddered with pleasure - or was it with that instinctive desire to pull your dick back out of harm's way when your piss slit is being interfered with? Then he used two hands - one to wank my shaft, and the other to rub round over my cock head at the same time. I was in ecstasy, and I hear myself starting to moan "Yes, yes, yes...."

I realised I was doing this, and was so embarrassed - I'd never had another man jerk me off before, especially not in public, and I didn't think that I ought to be enjoying it! I could see Nigger smiling now as his huge black hands continued to tease my dick, and on top of the shine of his oiled skin I noticed that there was now an extra layer of wetness - I was leaking pre-cum on to him.

Just at that moment, though, Spot gave a kind of deep grunt, and I saw a sliver of something shoot out. Ted continued to jerk at him, and Spot gasped "No... No......". Ted stopped jerking Spot, and stood there smiling as Spot rocked backwards and forwards gently as his after-cums dribbled out of him.

The sight of another man's jism like this pushed me over the edge, and I felt my balls jerk and start to shoot a load. Nigger sensed I was doing this, though, and pulled his hand away from my dick, which is just as well as I'm so sensitive after I've cum that had he continued to jerk at me I know I would have cried out.

So I won that "heat" as I held out longer than Spot, and Ted won, too, as he'd made Spot cum before Nigger had managed to get me to shoot.

But then it was my turn, as the host ordered Spot and me off the table and Nigger and Ted had to kneel where we had been. I was told I was going to jerk Ted off, and Spot was going to jerk Nigger, and the host looked at his watch and gave us the order to "go".

I'd never handled another man's dick before, and it felt really strange as I reached down to take Ted's in my hand - everyone knows what his own dick feels like, of course, but the first time you touch another one it brings home to you just how extraordinary a part of your body it is. It's at once silky smooth and yet a little rough until it's erect. Warm and not yet too warm. And when it's erect, rock hard and yet covered with a nice soft coat of flesh. I curled my hand around it and started to slide it backwoods and forwards, and at once realised how difficult it is to jerk another guy off - you get so used to doing it to yourself, and then you find you're "facing the wrong way" as you try to do someone else. I remembered that Nigger had stroked underneath my balls, but fortunately I didn't have to do this to Ted - his rings kept him semi-erect most of the time anyway, and so almost as soon as I'd held his dick I could feel it swelling and firming, and it was clear that he was as hard as he would ever be.

It was really odd to feel the meaty flange of his dick head against my finger and thumb as I jerked away at him and it bumped into me as the end of each stroke. I can almost still feel the warmth of his dick, and the soft sensation of his skin: they say you always remember your first, and that's true in my case. Mind you, all the dicks I've held since then always felt quite different from my own - your body "knows" the feel of your own dick, somehow, doesn't it?

I got worried that I might be hurting Ted as the speed of my strokes increased and as I squeezed my fingers tighter together to get a firmer grip on his shaft. When I was a young lad, just starting to jerk myself off, I was so enthusiastic about it that I rubbed my dick almost raw once and got one of those "wank burns" on my shaft. I was terrified as I saw the little scab there afterwards as I didn't know it was just a harmless mechanical injury - I thought I'd to some terrible disease, and began to think that all the things I'd heard the local Pastor saying about masturbation being an abomination might be true, and that God was punishing me! I didn't know what to do at all, and wanted to talk to dad or my brothers, but I couldn't make myself do it. I even thought about going off to the doctor's office, but | knew he was our long-time family doctor and that if I did that he'd almost certainly call my parents. Fortunately the little scabs drop off very quickly, don't they? as there's a lot of blood in your dick and wounds therefore tend to heal more quickly - I was really relieved, I tell you, as I desperately needed to jerk myself off after a couple of days abstinence.

However I didn't want to hurt Ted at all, and began to think that I ought to slow down or something, but even as I started to do this I felt his dick give that final stiffening, and my hand got covered with his warm jism.

I'd made Ted shoot before Nigger, who gave a very loud grunt as he shot his load a few seconds later, and so I did quite well in the scoring for this event.

All the guests had been shouting and generally urging us on as this degrading competition had been taking place, and Master Jason and Master Scott seemed pleased with my performance. They announced the second part of the competition was going to start immediately, as the objective was to see how quickly us slaves could shoot a second time, and they commanded all of us to get up on the table and kneel in a row.

"Right, slaves", the host shouted "Get jerking! The first one to shoot wins. And we know you won't be shooting much as you all gave big loads just a few minutes ago, so we'll need to examine your cum to make sure it really is cum, and not just a few drops of pre-cum that you've managed to squeeze out. So you'd better make sure you catch it in the palm of your other hand, so we can inspect it."

It was awful. Being made to line up with the other slaves, all naked and kneeling on a table, was bad enough. Being made to wank myself in public would have been doubly awful. But this degrading contest, seeing all of us desperately jerking away at ourselves was the worse thing that had ever happened to me. I felt myself flushing with the embarrassment and humiliation, and I had a big problem in getting my dick to go hard. I really wanted to just stop, to let the others get on with it, but my training as a slave took over - you have to obey your owner's orders, don't you? And I knew that Master Jason wanted to win the competition overall, and so I really had to do this, I had to win.

I did everything I could to make my dick go hard - as well as stroking away at it I thought all the sexy thoughts I could. I tried to imagine Mistress Linda-Anne riding my pole, and the way it felt as she gripped me in her moist warmth. And, of course, I was rewarded. And you all know that once your dick is just that little bit hard, mechanical stimulation makes it all happen. So I was able to beat at myself, in spite hating to have to do it in front of other men, and after what seemed like and age I managed to get a little spurt shooting out of my dick. Fortunately I did remember to catch it, and I was the second one to cum, so I suppose my master didn't have too much to complain about!

The host waited until we had all shot, then came along the line kind of "pinching" at our samples between his thumb and his finger, making sure it was a rich, thick deposit of cum and not just a few drops of pre-cum. All of us were breathing hard after our efforts, and were sweating away like pigs, and it as absolutely awful to have to kneel there whilst all this was going on.

Some of the masters wanted to do other competitions that night, but the host said that we needed to get our strength up for the morning, and so we were told to go out to the stable block and sleep. All the time we were in the dining room the young naked waiters had been serving the masters with more drinks, and I think they were all very badly affected by it anyway. So although there was a lot of argument, none of them could think of what further games we might play and so we were let go. I felt very sorry for the young waiters as some of the guests were very boisterous with them - as they put down a drink in front of a master he would usually slap the poor guy hard on the ass to dismiss him, and as we were leaving I saw one of the masters - I think it was Nigger's owner - pull one of the lads towards him and make him sit down on his lap. He pulled the waiter's body close to his, and started to tweak the lad's nipples and fondle his dick and balls. I wondered what dreadful things were about to happen, but there was nothing I could do about it anyway, and the big doors closed behind us.

We had to walk back through the host's house totally naked, but the odd slaves and servants around did not seem to stare much, and we crossed the courtyard into the stables building. We walked down the aisle in the middle, looking at all the beautiful horses the host owned, and went into the area reserved for us and sat down on the straw. Several of the sharp ends dug into me, and I realised it was not going to be easy to sleep - every time I rolled over, I thought I would get pricked again.

"Anyone want to fuck?", Nigger asked as he stretched his magnificent black body out on the straw: he didn't seem to notice the hard ends. "It's not often we all get left alone like this, is it,? And it would be nice to have a bit of fun with other ponies. I'm tired of fucking all the servants at my place as they're not muscled like you guys are, and I'd really like a proper, strong, virile man for a change. So who's game, then?"

I could hardly believe my ears! How could he be so blatant about it? He'd never met us before, and now he wanted to fuck! The other guys at my place were so discrete about it - we knew they were lovers, but they were always quiet and just went with each other. I didn't think that men would ever be so forthright as this, to come right out and say they wanted your body!

Burt it seemed that I must be the odd one out, because almost without thinking about it, Spot threw himself down on to Nigger and started to kiss him!

I looked in amazement as Spot's tan and black body lay on top of Nigger's jet black one as the two men started to use each other passionately - they were kissing and fondling each other, and could hardly wait, it seemed, to start playing with each other's dicks.

"Are you up for it, then?", I heard Ted ask me, and I looked at him and saw that his cinched dick was already erect. He was toying with it, suggestively.

"NO! I mean.... I mean thanks, Ted, but I don't...."

"You don't what, Steve?"

"I don't fuck."

"You mean your owner doesn't fuck you, or that he doesn't let you play around with the other slaves?"

"Well both... No neither. What I mean is that my owner doesn't fuck me. He doesn't seem to care whether his slaves play around with each other - a couple of the guys in our barracks are lovers and make out most nights. But I don't fuck... I don't...."

"You mean you've never been with another man?"

"No. Why should I?"

"Well, Steve, because all men like sex. No, all men need sex. What on earth do you do to relieve the tension?"

"Well I jerk myself off...."

"That's what kids do, Steve! How many slave are there at your place?"

"Eight."

"And only two have regular sex?"

"Yes."

"Jesus Christ! What a strange place that must be. Are all the others old, or fat, or something?"

"No. One new pony, Jack, is younger than me, but the rest are about the same. We all do outdoor work, so we're all in pretty good shape - not as completely fit as me, of course, but they've all got good bodies. Our owner doesn't like fat slaves, and makes sure we're all pleasant to look at."

"So only two of the eight have sex! And the rest of you just jerk off - jerk ourselves off, that is."

"Yes."

"So tonight was the first time you'd ever touched another guy's dick?"

"Well, yes. We just don't do that at my place."

"So what did you think of it? Did you like it?"

Nigger and Spot must have been listening to us, as the sounds of them starting to have sex had died away as we were talking. I didn't know what to say in answer to Ted's question - in truth, I had quite enjoyed it. Well, no, "enjoy" is the wrong word. It had excited me with its warmth and the way it was simultaneously both soft-feeling and so solid in my hand. I suppose I had liked it - although I'd hated having to do all those things in front of the other slaves and the owners, I had actually found the feel of a dick in my hands to be good.

"Well... Well.... Kind of."

"Ah.... So why don't you and I experiment? Whilst Nigger and Spot here are getting really stuck in to each other, why don't you and I spend a little time educating you in the ways that guys can really enjoy each other?"

"Ted, I don't think I want to go that far..."

"Don't be so fucking selfish! It's not just about what you want, you know. There's four of us here, and two are already in for a fun night. I need a bit of stimulation - it's not often I get a chance to play with a good looking muscular guy like you.... Us ponies ought to slick together!"

As he said this, Ted slid to the ground and sat himself against one wall of the stall so his back was half supported by it. He kind of spread his legs out, and held is arms up to me indicating he wanted me to lie alongside him. "Come on, Steve, I'm not going to bite, you know. Well, only little tiny bites to stimulate you", he said with a smile.

"Yes, get in there, Steve. It's like swimming - the water's lovely once you've jumped in", Nigger added.

Well, I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Ted to think me selfish, and I didn't want the other guys to think I was some sort of wimp who wouldn't join in properly. So very carefully I lowered myself onto the straw and kind of saw by the side of Ted.

No sooner had I sat there, keeping about an inch between us so that my body did not touch his, he moved his legs and wrapped them around mine. At the same time he reached out with his arms and pulled our two bodies close together, and he pressed his lips to mine. I'd never really been kissed, except by my mom, and I didn't know what to do. I could feel his tongue poking at me, and then some primitive instinct took over, I guess, as I opened my mouth and let it in.

The hot, wetness of him was something Id never experienced before - his strong tongue plunged into me and started to explore my mouth. One of his hands rose and pressed into the back of my head so that I couldn't disengage and, at the same time, his other hand slid down and gripped my dick. I was already erect, and as he gently stroked my 'skin on and off my head, he thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth.

He let go of me so that I could breathe properly again after what seemed like and age, and used the hand that has been holding my head to again pull out two bodies close together. I suppose I was surprised to find that I had broken out in a sweat, and as our bodies touched we almost slid over each other.

"OK, Steve?"

I sort of nodded and went to say "yes", but my words were stifled by his tongue again. As he continued to kiss me the hand that had been on my dick groped around to find my hand, then he guided me on to his dick, and we started to jerk each other off in time to the thrusting of his insistent tongue. His other hand was on my nipple now, and I got that incredible thrill as he gently pinched and tweaked it - I wanted to writhe around to get away, but not to get away... you all know what I mean! And my hips were thrusting upwards as he first clamped and then released my tit.

Some where in the background I started to hear myself begin to moan - a low moan of pleasure and excitement that came from somewhere deep within me, and my dick was now so hard it was almost painful. I knew I was wanking him just as he was wanking me, and somehow it seemed so right to be doing this wonderful thing with another man, a man who was, like me, tough and virile.

I think I'd have wanted it to go on for ever, but I began to feel myself cum and my third load of the night to begin to shoot. I could feel Ted's cum start to cover my hand at the same time, and I stopped jerking him - but he didn't stop his amazing action on me. I wanted to cry out as his fingers that were gripping my dick so tightly continued their remorseless action on my shaft, but his tongue buried in my mouth stopped that, and instead I had to try to use my hand to take his away, and thrust and buck my body to try to escape.

The funny thing is, the harder I tried to do this, the harder he carried on jerking at me, and the more pleasure and pain I felt - I usually always stop jerking myself off as soon as I start to cum as I just can't make myself continue, but Ted went on and on, and I had those amazing feelings of being completely out of control, in some pain, but at the same time in an absolute ecstasy!

When he finally did stop and pulled out of my mouth, we were both covered in sweat and panting for breath.

"Well, Steve.... Was it worth it?"

I lay there gasping, almost unable to speak. Ted moved so he was almost on top of me, looked down at me, and smiled. At the same time he moved his legs so that his powerful thigh came right up between my legs and I felt its heat on my ass hole.

"Well, Steve, at a loss for words, I see. But you seem to be smiling, too.... So that was OK, was it?"

I nodded, and m y grin turned into a real smile. He moved his thigh so that the tough wiry hairs on it scraped on my delicate membranes, and I gave a little wriggle of pleasure.

"So, you see, two guys can do things to each other that are much better than either can do to himself. Now..... We would move on to my second lesson in proper sex.... But that's the third time we've both cum tonight, and we've both got to work tomorrow, and got to work pretty hard, I guess, so perhaps we'd better sleep..."

All I could do was nod, and I went to move away from him. But his legs gripped mine tightly again, and his arms went around me.

"Don't be silly, Steve. It will be cold in here later on, and it's better to be close to another hot body. And, anyway, you should start to get to know what it's like to spend time really close to another guy. Now...."

He moved again, so that his head was resting on my shoulder and I could feel his warm breath tickling that big bone that sticks out in front as he breathed.

His cropped hair was underneath my nose, and I could smell the wonderful scent of him - the sweat rising up from him overlaying the soap which we'd been washed with earlier, and that indescribable something, that "maleness" that all men have.

I've no real way of knowing how long we slept or what time it was when I woke - I suppose I'd been moving around a lot, trying to get comfortable, and because I didn't know that when you're sleeping with another guy you do need to be considerate and try to stay mostly still, because you don't want to disturb his sleep. With no experience, I just did what I always do and started to turn over whenever I wanted to, to kick my legs and so on.

"Lie still", Ted hissed. "You've woken me up, but let Spot and Niger sleep."

"Sorry...", I started.

"That's OK, Steve.... My..... What's this?"

Ted's hand was again around my dick, and he could feel my considerable erection. I started to try to move away from him, as I didn't want him to jerk me off again, but he seemed to be shuffling, too. And then the most extraordinary thing happened - something warm and wet and soft had my dick in a kind of grip, and there was a low moaning sound from Ted. I was in ecstasy - I was kind of half asleep, and at first it was just as if Mistress Linda-Anne was riding me, but at the same time my own hands, groping around in the darkness, identified that it was Ted's body with its sculptured muscles that was near me. It went on and on, gently teasing and pleasuring my dick, until I was again moaning with the pleasure. The longer it went on the more delicious slimy moistness there seemed to be on my dick, and the greater the sensation as it slid over my dick.

I shot for the fourth time that night, and almost at once the sensation stopped and I felt Ted moving under me. His lips pressed mine again, and I gladly opened them to take his tongue as it stabbed at me, and now, mixed in with the delicious taste of Ted's saliva, I had something else.... Oh no, it was cum! Like every young lad, almost as soon as I'd started to cum I'd tried to taste it, but I never liked the smell and so I never tried it again. Now I realised that Ted's tongue was pushing my own cum into my mouth, and, mixed with all the smells and tastes of him, it was fantastic. Some how the silky smoothness of it just doubled and redoubled the pleasure of having this man in me and on me.

Ted disengaged, gave another little sigh of pleasure, and we went back to sleep.

Someone shook me awake the next morning, and I was still locked in Ted's arms - and to my embarrassment my morning hard-on was stabbing into his body. Spot and Nigger were standing above us, and Spot said "Come on you guys - rise and shine. Another great day of being humiliated to please our owners!"

I forced myself to come awake, and Ted seemed still to be smiling.

"Was that a dream in the middle of the night.... It was fantastic...."

"No, Steve. You seemed to be restless, so I did the one sure thing to put a guy to sleep - I made you cum again. Guys usually sleep better after they've cum."

"But it wasn't like being jerked off..."

"I should hope not! Most guys I've been with think I give a pretty mean blow job, and it looks as if I didn't disappoint again!"

"You mean that as your mouth around my dick.... Jesus Christ, Ted... It was fucking marvellous. Better than when my owner's sister uses me...."

All three guys now stood around me, suddenly alert.

"My owner's sister, Mistress Linda-Anne.... When my owner, Master Jason, lends me to her to take her to the mall or something, she usually stops on the way back and kind of lowers herself onto me..."

"Don't you try to fuck her properly?"

"No - I can't. She always has me lashed in to the pony trap, and I just have to stand there.

"You poor guy! That's completely degrading - to have to stand there, and be used like that."

"Well it's not that bad", I countered. "Well, what I mean is, it's a whole lot better than just jerking myself off."

"Better than me?", Ted asked, laughing.

"No! It's different.... But having another guy's body near you whilst you're getting all that pleasure...."

We might have carried n like this, but the host's overseer appeared at the entrance to our stall and told us to get a move on. We didn't even have the benefit of a proper shower that morning - as the "theme" of the weekend was that we were playing the part of real ponies, we were treated like animals and had to stand there in the open yard whilst a couple of the slaves sprayed a hose pipe over us, and washed us down with a soapy rag from a bucket of suds. It was actually quite cold in the early morning like that, and we all stood there shivering afterwards.

They fed us slave chow as usual, and that appeared to be what we were all used to. Then the overseer brought out our bits, and told us all to kneel whilst he fitted them. He wasn't used to doing this, unlike our own owners, as he took a long time to find out how to press the steel bar right back in our mouths, and then to tighten the holding straps under our chins - and before that, of course, he had to work out which bit went with which pony.

I suppose that's where Master Jason got the idea from - all his friends having ponies with these hateful bits. I'd always run perfectly well without one, and was expensively voice trained. But if all his friends had ponies with bits, I guess Master Jason needed to have the same.

We soon found out how our day was to be spent - there was a huge grass field about half a mile from the house, and we trotted there in a line, pulling our owners in their traps (and with me pulling Master Jason and Master Scott, as usual. Once there we started to have races - at first, it was just one length of the field, and I didn't do particularly well as although Master Scott got out of the trap so that I was only pulling my owner, I'm not particularly well suited to sprinting. With his huge long legs, Nigger won easily. We were all totally naked, of course, as we were not going off the estate onto the public roads, and I began to see why Ted's "cinch" ring was such a good idea. I don't think he was necessarily a better runner than me, but he seemed to be able to cope much better with doing it naked - my dick and balls were bouncing around and were actually quite painful as I ran as hard as I could, but Ted's seemed to be safely up out of harm's way!

As the four of us stood there at the end of that first race I began to see how our owners were using us so badly - we were all panting desperately but could not really make the most of easing the problems caused by our exertions because of the obscene bits holding our mouths open and depressing our tongues - like me, the other guys had big strings of drool coming out of the corners of our mouths where we were salivating so much but had no means of stopping it pouring out. We were covered in sweat, and as we moved around I saw that their backs and asses were covered in the thin red stripes of the lash - I could tell from the way that my own back and ass were stinging that I must look the same. And it wasn't right that Spot and Ted had been ornamented like that, or that every scrap of hair had been removed from Nigger, either - I was the only pony slave who even looked vaguely "natural" as a man should, And why did our owners make us go totally naked? Surely a man, even if he is a slave, is entitled to at least a small shred of covering for his loins, to differentiate him from a real animal?

End Of Part 9

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 10

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

After the "sprint trials" we were run on successively longer and longer distances, and I started to come into my own as I'm best at a kind of middle-distance lengths. But fortunately our owners seemed to tire of the game before they got onto the half-marathon they threatened!

We were also spared any further humiliation that evening as we were told by the overseer that the host had got a troupe of trained fighters in, and that the group of friends were therefore going to amuse themselves by watching a kind of gladiatorial tournament. We saw all the slaves who were going to take part in this arrive as we were being hosed down in the yard - there were eight of them, and they all looked like pretty normal guys - all between about five ten and six three, with athletic, not over-muscled bodies. They were all in slave shorts and Ts, and they waved at us across the yard as they got out of the cart they'd been brought in and stood there stretching their limbs.

We asked the overseer about these tournaments, and he told us that it was becoming quite the fashion - several owners had found it worthwhile to invest in a group of slaves and then to train them to fight - nothing life-threatening, just kind of boxing and wrestling. He then hired them out as a group to masters who wanted to lay on entertainment for their friends, and the group of fighters would box, or wrestle, or "fight" - a kind of no-holds-barred thing - to entertain.

"Well, it doesn't sound very entertaining to me, just seeing a load of guys wrestle each other", Ted said.

"Fortunately I've been invited", the overseer told him, "And I'm looking forward to it. Those guys look pretty normal now, but see them stripped out of those shorts and Ts, their naked bodies gleaming with slave oil, and you'd be surprised. They're kept entirely hairless, except for a token scrap above their dicks, and it's fantastically erotic. And, of course, they 'fight to the fuck' - the matches go on until one of them subdues the other to the extent that he can fuck him."

"Jesus!", Ted cut in. "You're telling me that some of these guys get raped every night?"

"Well it's not like rape really". The overseer told him. "They all like sex, of course, and I'd guess that training, working and living together they're pretty used to each others' dicks. But it just adds that bit of excitement to the match to see it finish that way. And, of course, we can't be sure that the guys who like to top necessarily win, and those who like to bottom necessarily lose - so perhaps some of the tops get fucked by the bottoms...."

Naive as I was, I didn't really understand what the overseer was talking about. I was going to ask, but he went on "Now, you ponies, if I were you I'd get into the stables pretty smartish. If your owners come out to inspect the gladiators and they see you all standing here, they might decide to have a little extra entertainment - I think it would probably amuse them to have you big, strong bucks completely humbled by these gladiators.... And, of course, you'd all then end up getting force fucked! So scoot." We did!

We went back to our stable and I was kind of expecting Ted to pick up where he'd left off the previous night - but I was disappointed! As soon as we were in the stall he went up to Nigger and, standing on tiptoe, started to kiss him and fondle his balls. I couldn't understand why he was so blatantly rejecting me, and I felt a bit hurt - it was only later that I came to realise that for a lot of guys "variety is the spice of life", and after one night with me, Ted was eager to move on to try someone else.

Spot saw me looking at them and sidled up to me. "So, Steve.... Doing anything tonight?"

I didn't really know what to say. I'd seen how Spot had thrown himself onto Nigger the previous night, and

so I supposed that he'd like to do the same things with me. But I wasn't sure - I'd never been with a guy before Ted, and somehow starting to have sex with every available guy seemed somehow to be wrong. But as I stood there, Spot came and put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him so that we were standing almost directly facing each other. One hand grasped my dick, and the other started to flick at my right nipple almost playfully.

Of course I was aroused, but I still l wasn't sure I wanted to have sex with Spot - for one thing, I did find the large tattooed patches all over him to be slightly off-putting: I was used to seeing "normal" slaves back at my usual home, and the huge irregular coloured splotches all over Spot just didn't look right. I'd probably have rejected him, but at that moment the lights in the stables went out and I really couldn't see him any longer - and I learned another important lesson: in the dark, it's what a man feels like, and tastes of, that matters, not what he looks like.

Spot started by kissing me, and I responded eagerly now. In fact, I think it was my tongue in his mouth more than the other way around. And as he stroked me to erection, I did the same to him, only much more enthusiastically, I thought. He pulled away from me slightly and muttered "Slow down, Steve - let's not spoil it by rushing! Part of the fun is exploring the other guy's body properly, you know."

With that he set off on the most remarkable series of caresses, stroking and licking that I'd ever experienced. I don't think there's one part of my body that his hands did not run over, and his tongue rasped down from my mouth across my chest, down over my belly (pausing to tickle my navel outrageously) and then on down along my dick. I thought he would stop there, but his persistent wetness continued along the underside of my dick, and onto my balls.... And then he sucked them into his mouth!

I moaned with pleasure as my balls gave little twinges of pain as his lips and tongue bruised and massaged them, and I heard Spot give a muffled moan of pleasure. But he was off again, and I got that indescribable feeling as a warm tongue first teases the area behind your balls and then makes its first contact with the delicate membranes of your ass hole.

"No.... No.....", I murmured. "Please, Spot, don't do that........" I could hardly finish the sentence as his tongue continued to probe my hole, his warm, thrusting head continued to press against my thighs, and his strong hands gripped my body.

He sort of came up for air and shuffled his body so that we were once again parallel. He kissed me again, now holding and stroking my dick whilst a finger probed at my hole. I gasped with pleasure as his fingernail scraped at my delicate flesh, then almost cried out as he pushed and probed so that his finger went into my hole!

I could feel his finger making progress in to me, and then sliding in and out, as his head was again off. And then I had that wonderful sensation I'd first felt the night before - the hot, wet cavity of his mouth was engulfing my dick, as his tongue licked and lapped at my dick head.

His finger was right inside my hole now, and he started to push it in and out in time to the sucking and licking of my dick, and I was transported to some other place that I had never been before. I could dimly hear myself moaning and crying, and then I gave a great shout as his finger made contact with a part of me I never even knew existed - he massaged my prostate, and that, combined with the agile movements of his lips and tongue, caused me to shoot probably the biggest load I'd ever done before.

Like Ted had done the night before, Spot brought his head back up to mine and kissed me deeply so that I could share the taste and feel of my cum that was coating the inner surfaces of his mouth. We carried on exchanging kisses and stroking each other's bodies for some minutes, then Spot whispered "My turn now, Steve...."

"What?"

"My turn now.... I want that lovely mouth of yours around my dick as I want to shoot my load down into your throat.... Come on, Steve, get cracking... Let me feel that tongue of yours lapping at me...."

"No, Spot.... I.... Well, I don't do things like that!"

I felt Spot's body go tense against mine, and he whispered with a new sound of urgency and harshness "Listen, Steve, when us ponies get together it's 'all for one and one for all'. If you didn't want to take my dick down you, why did you let me suck you off? Are you one of those guys who wants to have all the pleasure but isn't prepared to reciprocate? Or do you think you're so fucking superior as your owner doesn't fuck you, and he hasn't had your body ornamented?"

"No, Spot. It's not like that. I didn't realise.... Look, mate, I'm sorry. I thought you just wanted to suck my dick. I just don't do things like that, and I didn't realise it was a kind of mutual thing..."

"Well now you do know, so get your head down on me... Or are you too proud of yourself, with that 'natural' body of yours, to do the right thing by your fellow ponies?"

I knew I must be flushing with embarrassment now, as I hate to do the wrong thing. I've always been taught to be polite, to obey orders, and to do what's right. It sounded to me as if I'd done something that you weren't supposed to in the world of these men - I'd taken pleasure, and wasn't prepared to give it. On the other hand, I just couldn't bear the thought of having a dick in my mouth - well, I know that I told you that I'd never felt another guy's dick before I came here, but that when I did I thought it was really exciting; but somehow it didn't seem that the same would be true about having one in my mouth!

"Get your fucking mouth around my dick, boy!", Spot now hissed, rather menacingly, and almost as if I was acting by remote control I moved my head down over his body until I smelled that special scent that you only get from a guy's pubes - that heady aroma that's partly sweat, partly cum, and partly that indescribable something else that's something to do with the pheromone secretions from around the balls and the inner thighs. In spite of myself I was actually somehow strangely excited, and I stuck out my tongue and experimentally lapped at Spot's balls and the underside of his dick. The taste was like nothing I'd ever experienced before: you know how it is - it's one of those tastes that are really rather different to the accompanying smell.

It was strangely erotic and exciting, and I moved my mouth up the shaft of his dick so that his meaty head was actually inside me. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, my fingers cupped and caressed his balls, wet from my saliva, and pushed them together and up towards his dick, causing it to stiffen even more. Spot started to moan, and this encouraged me to raise and lower my mouth over his dick so that about half his shaft disappeared into me each time. No one had told me you had to be careful with your teeth, though, and as mine caught on Spot's flange he writhed and squirmed under me. I though that this was an expression of pleasure, and let my teeth scrape more along his shaft.

Spot's hand lashed out and came down hard on my naked ass, with a resounding slap, and I pulled away from him in total surprise. "Be careful!", he snapped. "Keep those fucking teeth away from my dick, or I'll tan your ass harder than that little whip your owner uses!"

I realised at once I'd done wrong, and hated to seem to be so inexperienced that I didn't know what I was supposed to be doing. Dying of shame, I lowered myself back onto his dick, keeping my mouth formed into a big hollow, then slid my lips up and down him in a way that I hoped would cause maximum pleasure. I remembered ho his finger had teased and thrilled my ass hole, and with some trepidation, as I wasn't sure you were allowed to do this, I started to move a finger back from his balls, scratching gently at that gentle area as he had done to me. I was pleased to see that I was doing something right, as Spot's breathing changed and he became more excited.

It had never occurred to me that you have to press quite hard to get your finger through a man's hole, and I was terribly worried that I wasn't doing it right, or that I might hurt Spot. And when my finger did penetrate him, at first I hated the feeling of being inside him and wanted to pull out. But Spot seemed to be enjoying it, and remembering the incredible feeling when he'd touched that special "something" inside me, I probed around trying to feel what it might have been.

Inexperienced as I was I suppose it was just luck that I found his prostate, as my mouth suddenly filled with something warm and wet, and Spot gave a subdued shout of pleasure. I kept sucking away at him, and his noises became more intense, and his belly and hips, that had been thrusting upwards as I sucked away, now arched towards me. Fortunately I remembered how I hated further stimulation after I'd cum, and I stopped.

I could feel my mouth full of his cum, and I knew then that I'd gone through some barrier into a new phase of my life - it seemed to have been so right and natural to have brought pleasure to Spot in this way. I felt myself breaking out into a huge smile, and I slithered my body up and across his so that I could start to kiss his mouth and share his load of hot man cream with him.

We were deliciously damp as our bodies pressed together and I marveled at how right it felt to have him close to me, to experience the warmth of him all along my length, and to be able to touch, caress, feel, stroke and generally play with this beautiful thing that is the male body.

Unfortunately we were both so tired from all the day's exertions that we didn't wake during the night, so my education did not proceed further that day. I was almost looking forward to the third day of our "trials" - or, rather, I knew I would have to get through them before I could again experience the pleasure of another guy close to me - and so I was very disappointed when, after we had been washed down, the overseer came up and told us that our owners were bored and had decided to go off together on a fishing trip.

The overseer dished out our "uniforms" - Nigger, like me, wore just a tiny satin pouch to emphasise the otherwise total nudity of his magnificent frame, but their owners evidently let Spot and Ted wear more conventional slave Ts and shorts when they were on public roads and so on.

"Your owners want you to find your own ways back to your homes", the overseer said. "Do any of you guys not know how to get back?"

We all said we did, then stood there and shook hands with each other. We were not made to wear our bits as we were not to be "driven", and the overseer didn't manacle me to the shafts, either. We set off together at a fairly brisk trot, and it was almost a pleasure to be able just to jog along, setting an easy pace, without the constant worry that a stinging whip lash would cross my shoulders, back, ass or thighs. It was a glorious morning, and after I'd waved good-bye to the others at a cross roads, I trotted off towards the city centre. It was a pleasure to be alive, and to feel the highway surface speed by under my feet, and it would have been perfect if only I hadn't been so acutely aware that my body was almost totally exposed to the gaze of the increasing numbers of pedestrians. Some how it was infinitely worse just pulling the empty trap - with my owner in control and in charge, I think I thought that those looking at me would know it wasn't "my fault" that I was almost naked in front of them. But without my owner's hand on my reins, I was on my own - suppose these people in the streets were to think that I wanted them to see me displayed in front of them. Suppose they thought that I liked having my dick and my balls barely covered by the thin silk of the tiny pouch? I began to realise that there might be some advantages of having an owner who would take responsibility for things like that, however little I might like them myself.

I got back to my "home" in the late afternoon, having taken it relatively easily, unlike on the journey out.

My overseer came out, told me to pt the trap away, and then to have a long relaxing shower - he knew I'd run a long way (albeit slowly), and he was a generally considerate slave master. I then went up to our communal dorm, and lay there thinking about everything I'd learned. Up until then most of us thought that what one of the gardeners and the handyman did together was disgusting, but now I knew how much pleasure they must be giving each other. I desperately wanted to feel another man next to me that night, but how could I do this? I could hardly ask Jim or Jake, could I, after all that we'd all said about the way the two lovers behaved?

The others all came in as I was still thinking about this, and came up and welcomed me back warmly. I had to answer a lot of questions about where I'd been, what I'd seen, and what I'd done, but I simply didn't tell them all about the utter humiliation I'd been through.

I lay there in my narrow bed all night thinking about how much I missed the other ponies - now that I'd begun to realise how much excitement I could have from another guy, I desperately wanted to try it again. But I just couldn't bring myself to ask Jake or Joe, or even one of the gardeners, if they'd like to "play" - I suppose I was so used to them all being "friends" before I'd discovered sex, that there was just no way now that I could start a whole new kind of relationship with them. So, as usual, I had to jerk myself off, and I now knew that this just wasn't as good as the "real thing, so it was almost disappointing.

I was still hard when I woke up the next morning, and jerked myself off again. I wondered if my owner was still away, and when the Overseer came to give me regular shorts and a "T", I knew that he must be.

"Right, Steve", the overseer said. "A bit of a change for you. Your owner's still away, but he's called and told me to get you to the vet's office - he's been on the phone to the vet himself, and he wants a few things done to you before he gets back. So run on down there - no need to take the trap or anything - just jog along, and hurry back.

It was such a pleasure to be able to run without pulling a trap! I simply strode along the country roads, reveling on the feeling of my body as it almost joyfully burned up the few miles down to the vet's office. And being able to feel "normal" was a huge change, too - when you've been made to run naked around a private estate, or wearing just the skimpiest of pouches as you were in a public place, the feeling of being dressed "respectably" again is really great. I was in such a good mood when I arrived - when you exercise hard, after all, your body releases all those endorphins, and I was positively aglow with a feeling of well being when I opened the door and strode into the vet's waiting room.

There weren't any other slaves in there, and the vet soon came out to see me. He recognised me of course, as I'd been going there for five years, but instead of being relatively cheerful, as he usually was, he looked a bit depressed.

"Right, Steve, off with your clothes", he said when we were in his work room, and I obediently pulled my T over my head and dropped my shorts. I was used to being nude in here, as my previous owner had been very good and insisted on regular checkups for all his slaves. The vet obviously inspected your whole body closely on those occasions, and so taking my shorts off in front of him was completely normal - I guess it's like going to a doctor for a free man: he's a professional, and so you just do as he says.

"I'm sorry about this, Steve....", the vet started. "I don't get much call for what I've got to do for you, and I did try to tell our owner that he was gong to affect your value very badly. But he was insistent, and as he is your owner, and I do a lot of work for his family, I had to agree. Now go and sit in my operating chair...."

I'd been in that chair before, when he' s had to pull my back teeth out to accommodate the bit, and I didn't like going there again - I knew that once the straps were tightened around my arms, legs and belly, I would be completely helpless.

I had no option though, did I? And so I went and sat down as he's instructed me.

"I really am sorry, Steve. You've got to believe me! A lot of vets just do whatever they're paid to do, but I always try to do the 'right thing'. So when I get requests to trim a slave's ears, or something, I try to make the owner see sense and leave well alone - even though a guy has been enslaved, there's no need to mutilate him, after all. But in this instance your owner just wouldn't be persuaded, and I have no option but to modify you to please him. He was also very insistent that I didn't use anesthetic - again, I believe in treating slaves just as if they were men, but your owner wants you to fully experience what's about to happen to you, and so he has expressly forbidden me to give you any pain alleviation at all."

"So...", he went on, "The best I can do for you is to give you this...."

As he was speaking he reached to the side of the chair and got out a long, black thing about the four inches long and the size of a broom handle.

"Slip this in your teeth, and bite down on it when the pain gets too strong", he went on. "It really will help. It's made of hard rubber, so you can't bite through it, or damage your teeth."

He slipped the rod into my mouth, and I could taste the rubber - it felt cold initially, but it soon started to warm up. I bit down experimentally, and found I could grip it quite comfortably, although my teeth did not sink into it. It wasn't like wearing my bit at all - that fitted snugly at the back of my mouth where my teeth had been pulled, and the only unpleasantness about it was the way it stretched the corners of my mouth when it was strapped in. This rod was perfectly comfortable, although I did wonder what was about to happen to me if the vet thought I'd need something like this to bite on!

I soon found out! The vet pulled up a wheeled chair and sat down beside me, then started to massage my left nipple so that it quickly became hard. I squirmed a bit in the chair, as much as I could, not so much from any pain, but because I found I was actually enjoying having my tit played with in this way.

But this fun interlude was soon over - once my nipple was hard and erect, the vet held it firmly between his thumb and forefinger, then, with his other hand, quickly pierced a very thick needle through it. My hole body tried to spasm and jerk upwards, and instinctively I bit down into the rod in my mouth to stifle the cry of pain that I needed to give.

"Calm down, Steve... The worst's over on that side now", the vet said kindly, and wiped away the sweat that was starting to trickle across my forehead and into my eyes with a surgical wipe.

He was lying though, as I continued to try to buck and squirm as he threaded an open ring through the hole he'd pierced in my nipple, applied some glue to the open end, and then used pliers to close them up. He moved the ring around all through the hole in me, muttering "Does that feel completely smooth? You can't tell where the join is, can you?"

I half grunted a "no", and he seemed satisfied with the work. He gave the ring a playful little "flip" so it bounced up and down on my chest, and tiny waves of sensation went through me.

"That was OK, wasn't it?", he went on almost conversationally. "Now the other side...."

He scooted around to sit on the other side of me, and started to tweak my nipple again. I was of course now expecting what was about to happen, and my whole body stiffened as the needle approached my hard tit. It's a terrible feeling - you know something's going to hurt you, yet there's not a single thing you can do about it - strapped into the chair, I was completely at his mercy and even though I knew what was in store for me, I just had to endure it.

I really did hope that when my second nipple sported a ring like the first, it would be all over. But no, the vet was holding another open ring in his hand, and this one was much larger than the two that I was now wearing.

"Don't worry about the blood", he told me. "I've got to put this one through your nose, through the septum. When I punch a hole through that bit of cartilage there blood will flow freely - you know how it is when you get a nosebleed. But it will soon stop, as the blood vessels there are all quite small and the flow will stop quite quickly.

Well he was right - he used a different instrument this time, one that looked d a bit like one of those kitchen gadgets you can get for stoning cherries. The spike part went up one nostril, and the little bowl with the hole in its centre up the other. I'm sure I heard, as well as felt, the "crunch" as the pressure from his hands on the instrument drove the spike through me, and I really wanted to scream out - I was glad I could bit down on the rubber bar, as it was indeed some help in controlling myself, but, even so, it was very, very unpleasant. I don't see why my owner refused to allow the vet to give me any pain killers - so he wanted me to remember the experience, to tell me that he was in total control of my body and could order such things to be done. But I knew that I'd remember it every day, with every step I took as the motion of the rings would remind me.

As I moved I knew that the ring in my nose and the two through my tits would constantly jog up and down with my movements, and this would be a constant reminder to me that I was a slave, a mere object whose owner could order these things to be done to him. I didn't need this pain now as a reminder - everyday life would provide it, all the time.

With the three rings in place the vet released me from the straps that been holding me into the chair, and I stood up, rather shakily.

"It didn't hurt too much did it, Steve?, he asked, somewhat anxiously, I thought. Why should he care?

"No, sir, no". I was recovering, and was able to respond properly to a master's questions.

"Bend over a moment....." he went on, and I bent from the waist, standing at right angles with my hands on my knees. I felt his hand moving gently over my right arse, then there was a sharp stinging sensation.

"Easy, boy... There.... I've just given you a shot of long-acting antibiotic so that if there in any possibility of infection in the first few days, it will get knocked on the head. You're all ready to go now, so you can get dressed."

I pulled my shorts on, but as I went to pull the T down over me, it kind of snagged on my new nipple rings and I gave a little murmur of protest.

"You'll be very sensitive for the first few days", the vet told me, "But you'll soon get used to it. I don't suppose your owner would mind if you jogged home, without wearing that T, though. It's a warm day, and I don't suppose too many decent folk would be affronted by the sight of your naked chest."

I don't know where he'd been.... It wasn't my naked chest people had been looking at recently! It was my naked arse, naked everything ,except what was covered by the tiny pouch my owner usually made me wear.

As I loped along, though, I began to wish I had worn the T - the rings in my nips bobbed up and down in time to the rhythm of my legs, and by the time I got back, I was really very sore. There were a few streaks of blood down me, too, where the motion of the rings had disturbed the scabs that were trying to form from the wounds.

That night all my fellow slaves clustered around to see what had been done to me. I now felt a distance between us - even though we were all slaves, they did at least look like men: the large ring hanging down over my upper lip really turned me into some different kind of being.

Jack was the most concerned, and he took me to one side and asked what it was like to try to run with the rings bobbing around. I told him it was sore initially, but that it would probably get better, and I reminded him of how I'd told him that Ted didn't seem to find it a big problem.

"Well, at least you haven't been fitted with one of those cinch rings!", he murmured as if trying to console me. "But I wonder why not? Master Jason evidently got the idea from seeing that slave you told me about, and you'd think that he'd have had the whole thing done, wouldn't you?"

I agreed with him, but then thought that perhaps it was because so much of my work was out on the public highway where local ordinances required my owner to keep me clothed (albeit with only a humiliatingly small pouch). I kind of reasoned that if I as cinched, and my tackle was thrust right out in front of me, he'd have to give me a much larger covering.

Jack was still fascinated by my rings, though, and wanted to touch them. He reached out and very hesitantly touched the one on my right tit, and I gave a little shudder of pleasure.

Lowering his voice so that the others wouldn't hear at all, he whispered "At slave school I used to have a special friend and he used to play with my tits before...."

"Before what, Jack?"

"Well, you know... Well, where I was trained the slaves were encouraged to enjoy each other's bodies.... I've really missed it since I was here, where you guys don't like to play around....."

As he was speaking he'd continued to finger my nip, using the ring as an excuse, and my tit had gone hard and erect, and little waves of pleurae and excitement were running through me. We were both naked, of course, as it was almost bed time, and when he saw that I wasn't rebuffing him, Jack rested a hand on my belly and moved it slowly and gently downwards. He moved on until I felt his fingers press gently into my pubic hair - or, rather, what was left of it. I couldn't help it - I came erect, and Jack's fingers were soon sliding along my shaft.

Even with only a tiny bit of experience I found myself responding - it was as if my body instinctively knew what to do. I moved my head closer to his so that our to breath was playing over each other, and I too reached down and felt for his dick, which was of course also erect. We started to stroke at each other, and then Jack leaned even closer to me and pressed his lips to mine.

Within seconds we were wreaked in each other's arms, and we fell backwards onto a bed.

Jack made all the running - he evidently knew a lot more about how to play with a guy's body than I did, and all I could do was first to respond ,and then to mirror his actions back to him. I didn't care that all our fellows were probably rather shocked by what we were doing - it felt so right to have Jack's hard, muscular body intertwined with mine in the narrow single bed. Not that we did all that much that first occasion - we just jerked each other off, then slept in that blissful comfort that only another guy wrapped around you can bring.

End Of Part 10