YOUNG STUD
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Eleven
Once they'd gone, Jeff was furious with me. "I can fight my own battles, Steve... Keep your fucking nose out of it."
"Jeff, there were eight of them...."
"He challenged me! A man can't let that go by. And he was a nigga... You certainly can't let a nigga challenge you."
"...and you challenged him, Jeff! And he may only have been a nigga, as you said, but a big, powerful one who, with his buddies, could probably really hurt you."
"It would be worth it. You don't understand about being a man, Steve. A man faces up to challenges, doesn't crawl away, like a yellow belly..."
"Who crawled away? Who stepped in-between you two, both primed there to beat the shit out of each other? That's real courage, Jeff, doing the right thing, and not just relying on bone-headed muscle...."
"...and you said I fancied the Mexican kid.... You as much as told them I'm a fag...."
"Will you stop that nonsense? What does it matter if they do think you're a fag?"
"I'm a man, Steve, a real man...."
"...and they were all real men, too, well, as far as I could tell, looking at those hard bodies of theirs. And they as much as said that they all fucked each other. So grow up, will you!"
Juan had been listening to all of this, and went and touched Jeff gently on his arm. "Senor Jeff, please don't be angry with senor Steve...."
Jeff looked down at him. "Shut the fuck up!"
"...but senor Steve was only trying to stop you getting hurt. And I wouldn't want you to be hurt...."
"What fucking business is it of yours, anyway, kid?"
I thought Juan was going to burst into tears! Beneath his relatively tough exterior I suppose we needed to remember that there was still only a sixteen year old kid, a kid who had lost his brothers, who had been enslaved, and was now being fucked by his owner. I couldn't stand it. I faced up to Jeff and snapped "If you've got problems with me, Jeff, let's fight it out now, here and now. Don't take it out on the kid... He's only trying to help."
"I don't want to fight you, Steve."
"Why not? You want to fight someone, obviously. Why not me."
"There'd be no point. I'm a trained fighter. I'd destroy you."
"A trained fighter who's getting old, Jeff. And I'm fit and strong...." I knew this was risky, but sometimes the only way to deal with Jeff was to challenge him, to face up to him.
"You don't know any of the techniques, and I'd end up hurting you..."
"That's as may be. But I reckon I'd hurt you a bit on the way." I stopped for a moment, then went on in a quieter, conciliatory tone "Listen to us, Jeff! We're meant to be buddies, the best buddies ever.... And here we are talking about hurting each other. It's fucking stupid, isn't it?"
Jeff nodded, slowly.
"..about as stupid as challenging eight big drays, if you ask me! Now, shall we stop being stupid - you seem to have landed us with the job of carrying all this stuff up to the bar.... We can hardly expect Juan to do it, as it's not his problem they went off...."
I knew I'd won. It's always a bit like that with Jeff - he challenges, and usually wins. But if you stand up to him, argue with him, he eventually backs down.
We began to pick up the crates of beer and carry them up the stairs to the bar area. I began to realise that Juan was not as weak as he at first sight looked:
that bony, wiry frame seemed to pack a disproportionate amount of power. Or perhaps it was that he only had to carry the crate upstairs, and not a whole lot of body mass, as I did. I noticed that whereas I was sweating after the fourth one, he still seemed quite fresh. And Jeff... Well, Jeff, of course, had to try to prove he was better than us, and so he'd picked up two crates for the first journey, and it was clearly a problem for him. But he couldn't back down, and staggered up each time with two, even though any sensible person would have just taken one. But that's typical of Jeff.
Afterwards, with all the crates in the storeroom, I asked Juan what he usually did in the afternoon. "Just lie down and sleep", he told me. "The club's open until three, and then I have to clean up... So I get some rest in the afternoon."
"That sounds a good idea", I said to him. "Hey, Jeff, if we're going to be helping in this bar until three, we'd better get some shuteye, too: we're used to early nights...."
Jeff and I decided to shower first as we'd been running that morning, and we were both now a it sweaty. Then, when we went back to the room that Juan had shown us as being ours, we were a bit surprised to see him there, too - and he quickly explained that there was only one slave room at the place, so I guess it was OK. Nevertheless I saw him staring at our naked bodies (obviously we hadn't dressed after the shower), and then when we lay on the same mattress, he looked somehow interested.
Well you know how it is - however tired you are, when you get into bed with a guy you like, fresh from the shower, things just can't help happening! Jeff was soon grabbing me and starting to stroke my dick, and I was teasing his nips (which always excites him). Suddenly, to our utter amazement, Juan stripped back the sheet we'd covered ourselves with and threw himself on top of us, and tried to wriggle and squirm and force his way in-between us. It was strangely erotic to have this thin, wiry guy trying to get between us, and he seemed somehow well practised, forcing his knees in, and grabbing at our dicks and balls playfully to make us move apart. Finally, he lay there between us, panting form his exertions.
"What the fuck...?" Jeff growled, trying to sound cross but failing abysmally as I could see that faint glimmer of a smile on his face.
"Senor Jeff, senor Steve, let me join you in bed as you sleep.... Please.... It will be like with my brothers again... They always let me sleep between them, and I do miss them..."
"Hey, little buddy, Steve and I weren't going to go to sleep immediately... We were going to.... Well, we were going to do things that only grown men do together..."
Juan gave a little cry of excitement. "That is like my brothers, senor Jeff! And they always let me join in."
As he said this, Juan wrapped one of his sinewy arms around Jeff's neck and with the other started to stroke his dick. Jeff wasn't having it, though, and roughly pushed Juan away. The kid looked surprised, then smiled. "Ah, senor Jeff, you want to fuck me... You do not want to waste your seed from me jerking you off! This too is like my brothers...."
He turned around, and as best he could forced his butt back towards Jeff, who growled "No way, little buddy! I don't fuck kids."
"But I am not a kid, senor Jeff. I am a man. I am sixteen."
"I don't fuck men at all, actually", Jeff retorted, lying, of course. "Ask Steve there - he likes to give it to men up their ass..."
"But senor Jeff, it is you I want, not senor Steve."
I'd been lying there listening to all this and watching Juan as he threw himself around Jeff, and I was completely aroused: the sight of his thin but still somehow muscular body, the hair all over him, the appealing dark skin.... And I wondered what it would be like to get my dick into a hole that wasn't buried deep down in the middle of big muscular butt cheeks, like Jeff's was: I could probably get a whole lot more of the shaft in, I thought. "Hey, Juan, get over here", I called cheerily, reaching out to grab him. "You want fucking, and my dick needs something to do...."
"No, senor Steve."
"Hey, what's wrong with me, then? My dick's better than Jeff's - it has more experience of fucking guys..." As I said this, I grabbed at him, grasping his arm and starting to pull his naked body over mine.
"NO!", he shouted. "NO, please...."
"Yes, Juan! You wanted to get fucked, and I want to do it...."
To my utter amazement Jeff cut in "Steve, leave the kid alone, OK?"
"Mind your own business, Jeff. You turned him down, and I need a fuck..."
"He's a kid, Steve."
"No he isn't. You heard him say he was a man, sixteen. And look at his body: he's obviously mature, look at all that hair!"
"Steve, let him go!". Jeff sounded angry now, and I was really surprised because he never adopted that sort of tone with me.
"Hey, mind your own business, buddy. If you don't want to fuck him, he's mine..."
"Steve, I'm warning you... Leave him alone." Jeff sounded almost desperate now, and I thought I was on to a winner as he seemed to be weakening.
"...or else?"
"Steve, please.... Leave him alone. I remember what I was like when I was sixteen. I didn't want to take dick, but I had to pretend to want to...." It suddenly struck me that all these hints that Jeff had given me about an unhappy childhood, and being hit at home and stuff, was probably more, much more. Was it a brother, or an uncle, or even his dad who had fucked him, and had managed to turn that simple act into something that fucked up Jeff's whole subsequent life?
Still, this wasn't the time to explore that. Instead, I let go Juan's arm, and muttered "OK, Jeff. But it's you whose going to lose out... I'll be as horny as hell later on, and it will be your ass that feels it at the demonstration..."
Juan threw his arms around Jeff's neck again and lay his head on Jeff's chest, and, as Jeff was lying on his back, threw one leg over Jeff's thigh so that his dick and balls were pressed against Jeff's belly. I could see Juan's dick was hard, as was mine, and as was Jeff's. I lay there and tried to rest, and so did Jeff, but as I watched him, I began to suspect that Juan was faking going to sleep - one hand came from around Jeff's neck and reached for his dick and balls, and the other began to stroke Jeff's nips - well, one of them, anyway: Juan's tongue reached out and began flicking at the one where his head was lying.
Jeff stirred a bit, but like a lot of guys who just don't worry all that much about things, he falls asleep very quickly indeed. As I watched, Juan slowly and carefully stroked Jeff to a really hard erection, causing Jeff to mumble and move a bit as he slept, and then slowly and carefully, so as not to disturb Jeff, he sat up by the side of him so he could bend his head down and slather Jeff's dick with great gobs of spit. He saw me watching then and whispered "Please, senor Steve... Senor Jeff needs this.... Please let me go on...."
I shrugged, wondering what he was going to do, and saw him slowly stand up, put one foot on the other side of Jeff's body, and then begin to squat down, his ass towards Jeff's erect dick. As soon as he was right on top of it, he reached underneath himself to guide Jeff's dick towards his asshole, and then, very slowly, and very gently, lowered himself down so that Jeff was buried in him. I reckon Jeff knew what was going on from the moment Juan's asshole began to tickle his dick, but he pretended to lie there until Juan began rising up and down on Jeff's dick, when his eyes flickered open, and, as he was looking in my direction, he had to feign surprise.
Some women will do that, of course - let you lie there on your back whilst they ride your dick - and when I've been lucky enough to have a girlfriend who would, I've always enjoyed it. For one thing, it means you don't have to work, and for another, you can watch their tits bobbing up and down as they move. It was Juan's dick and balls that were doing the bobbing now, of course, and, as I did with women, Jeff started to do with Juan: his hips flexed upwards to meet Juan's butt as it slid down, and soon the whole thing was a really vigorous session, with Jeff and Juan both calling out in their excitement at the end of each stroke, and the bed underneath me pulsing up and down as the two men worked away.
It went on for a surprisingly long time before Jeff gave a great cry of "Oh Jesus fucking Christ.... Yes......", and his hips arched upwards one last time and remained there. Then when Jeff had clearly finished cumming, Juan raised himself one last time, and threw himself down in-between us, stretching his body along ours. He was laughing, and put a hand on Jeff's belly.
"Was that good, senor Jeff?" He asked innocently. "I think you like fucking men, senor Jeff..."
"I ought to put you across my knee and give you a good thrashing!", Jeff growled, but it wasn't hard to tell he was half joking, as it just did not sound serious.
"But you enjoyed it, senor Jeff..."
Jeff broke out into laughter now. "Yes, Juan. I fucked you as if you were a bitch in heat, who was desperate for my dick.... I liked it very much."
"So this is the way you will fuck me from now on?"
"NO, Juan! I am not fucking you, as I told you."
Juan just smiled now, as if he was thinking that there were a few other tricks he knew to snare Jeff. I lay there and now half turned over so that my dick was stabbing at Juan's narrow, bony ass. He was all sweaty from his exertions, and there was that fantastic scent of cum drifting around the place. I began to stroke the tip of my dick in the very narrow gap between his cheeks, and was surprised how erotic it felt: the kid was hairy down there, not shaved like Jeff and me, and as the wiry hair brushed over my dick head, shivers of anticipation swept through me. Now almost clinging on to Jeff, Juan whispered "Senor Steve, you can fuck me now if you want to, now I have had senor Jeff... "
"Steve, cut it out!", Jeff barked. And he sounded serious again.
"Why? You heard him - he doesn't mind."
"No, Steve. Cut it out. Whilst we're here, Juan's mine!"
Well, I thought that was a bit much. But, on the other hand, I was looking forward to giving Jeff a really good going over later that afternoon, so for the time being I let it go, and just lay there trying to sleep, but unable to do so because of the sheer excitement of Juan's body so tantalisingly close, and yet so unavailable to me.
We got up and showered eventually, Juan seeming to delight in playing with Jeff's body, and, to tell you the truth, I felt a bit disgruntled at being left out - Jeff and I usually liked the closeness that showering brought, after all. But then it began to look like trouble, as Juan gave Jeff and me two tiny thin white silk triangles, with strings on them.
"What the fuck is this?", Jeff growled.
"It is your uniform, senor Jeff... You and senor Steve are working with me in the bar tonight clearing the tables, as I said, before you do your demonstration. And this is the uniform."
"No fucking way!", Jeff said. "It might be OK for a kid like you but for studs like Steve and me they're ludicrous.... So tiny...."
"But senor Jeff, that's what the owner wants. The customers would like to see naked slaves clearing the tables, men like you and senor Steve with nice bodies, but it is forbidden by the state law."
"What fucking law?"
"That all slaves working in food and drink preparation and service may not be naked. The owner explained to me once that a senator found pubic hairs in his soup or something, or his wife was affronted when a waiter dripped pre-cum into her drink, so there is the law.... You may not be naked."
"That's fucking ridiculous! These triangles will barely cover us, and they're almost transparent, everyone will be able to see us anyway...."
"But that is the law, senor Jeff, and the owner told me to make sure you were dressed before you start work. Please, senor Jeff, please... Or he will punish me as he will think that I did not explain..."
Jeff tied two of the strings around his waist, positioned the tiny triangle above his dick, and pulled the third string underneath and up his ass crack and tied it to the other two. He stood there and I almost gasped at how erotic he looked. I mean, I was used to seeing him totally naked, of course. But this tiny slip of thin silk had transformed him from a proud naked man, unashamed of letting the world see his dick and balls, into some sort of sex object: the outline of his dick (which was not even erect) was plainly visible through the thin fabric, and his pubes, even though trimmed and clipped, straggled over the top edge. Somehow the presence of this wisp of silk had emphasised to everyone that looked that Jeff's body was not his own, and that his owner could choose to use him in this way to arouse and inflame the interests of other men.
Well I had to do the same, of course, and I hated it. I'd much rather have been totally naked. And the string underneath felt as if it was cutting into my asshole, too. But, as Juan kept explaining as Jeff and I stood there looking at each other and complaining, this is what we had to do as this is what the bar owner wanted.
It wasn't so bad at first clearing the tables as there were not many customers early on, and those that there were seemed to hug the edges of the place, and sit by themselves and not make much of a fuss. But once the place began to fill up, and once a lot of drink had been consumed, men seemed to cluster together and then liked to show each other how daring they were by abusing us slaves. I'd be trying to load a tray with dirty glasses, and a hand would caress my butt, tracing out the big "S" with a fingernail. Or they'd undo the string at the back so the scrap of silk floated free and my dick would hang there - that always seemed to be good for a laugh, as they knew I had to stand there then and struggled to get everything back neatly inside again and the string retied as otherwise working would be illegal. They were doing the same thing to Jeff, too, and I was terrified that he'd lose his temper and either say, or, worse, do, something to the taunting men - as we made our way back to the bar, I kept whispering to him to cool it. But I noticed that, like me, all the stroking of our butts and so on had made him semi-erect so now the tiny silk triangle was raised well away from his body, and there was a big damp patch adding additional transparency to the already flimsy fabric, caused by his leaking of small drops of pre-cum.
It was a relief, I suppose, when the owner announced the special show at 11:30, and called for Jeff and me to get on the stage.
The men all moved from their tables and the bar and were clustered around the stage, and as Jeff and I stood there, all we could really see, with the strong lights playing down on us, were their faces. The owner stood next to us, saying how they were going to see a "proper fucking", and that it would be "the sort of thing that everyone here would naturally want to do, if only they had a partner to play with like one of these slaves." There was a lot of cheering at that, and it redoubled in volume when he stripped off our tiny silk pouches and told us to walk around the edge of the stage, exhibiting ourselves to the audience.
I know these demonstrations were very hard for Jeff, but for me, once we'd got started, it wasn't all that tough. Somehow, once I got the feel of Jeff's body, the smell of him, the taste of him, and finally that incredible sensation as his ass gripped my dick, the rest of the world ceased to matter and it was almost as if he and I were the only people there. We could have been making love alone, in a secluded bedroom. Well, I exaggerate a bit, but, honestly, once you've stripped naked and fucked another guy in public once, it gets easier and easier. The only real problem I had is the usual one - when I'm fucking, I'm in charge, I'm in control, and I needed Jeff to do what pleased me; but he, of course, hated not doing the fucking and being the one who made the running, and resisted in all sorts of subtle ways. This resistance only increased my determination to do things my way, for me to decide on what was happening, and so whenever we were together like this the thing got "bid up" - however much I decided to be gentle, calm, and considerate to Jeff, by the end I was fucking him almost brutally hard, not caring at all how he felt as long as my deep, primeval urges were satisfied.
The crowd loved it, though. They were mostly silent when we were actually fucking - well, they wanted to hear my grunts of effort, and Jeff's cries and protests. But afterwards there was thunderous cheering and applause. Since the first time we'd done it we'd found out two things - firstly that it was really important for me to spray Jeff with my cum, as the boss had kind of ordered, and by experiment we'd found they particularly liked to see it trickling down his face, and to have me run my fingers through it and to then offer my finger to Jeff to lick clean. And, secondly, although it may sound sexy to have a big man like Jeff kneeling there and cleaning my dick, the audience really preferred to have me circulate afterwards with my cum and his sweat still all over my dick: I had to make my way around the room with the men all slapping me on the back (and butt of course), and some of them even seemed to want to handle my dick in that state, too.
I suppose it was as the boss had said - he was usually right about things like this - that most of the men at this place were younger, probably less than thirty, and many of them would have been used by older guys. So when they saw a young stud like me blatantly and humiliatingly using Jeff for my pleasure, it gave them a huge charge, as they could fantasise that it was them doing what I was doing to an older, stronger guy, for a change. And Jeff always looked so dreadful when we'd finished - kind of hunched up, as if he was ashamed to show his face, and sad, that they knew it must be "for real".
It's an interesting difference between men and women, perhaps: when we did a demonstration for the ladies who lunch, afterwards, when I was humiliated and looking wounded, they petted me and looked after me and gave me tips, as I've told you. There was no sympathy for Jeff at all, and he often got abused, and even slapped. These men were the exact opposite: they had no time for Jeff at all, but they wanted to congratulate me, as I've said. So it was me who once more collected the tips, and they could be very generous indeed (especially from those who had drunk a great deal!).
We had to carry on working after our act, and although it was OK for me - indeed, a lot of men would tuck five and ten new dollar notes into my tiny pouch as I cleared their table, and congratulate me again, it wasn't much fun for Jeff. They'd be abusive, find fault with his work (claiming he'd moved a glass with a mouthful of beer still in it, for example), and generally be pretty obnoxious - some of them even used rolled-up magazines to slap at his butt with, and poor Jeff just had to take it.
When the bar finally closed we were still "on duty" - everything had to be cleared before we were allowed to go off to sleep, and, frankly, we were dog tired. We needed to shower as our skin and hair stank of beer and cigarette smoke, and as we stood there, kind of drooping, or arms around each other, and as I tried to comfort Jeff and tell him it was all over (until the next day, anyway!), Juan leapt in and joined us. He looked shocked when he saw Jeff, and seemed to be really worried when he asked "Senor Jeff... Are you OK.... What has happened...."
But, paradoxically, this seemed to cheer Jeff up. He forced a smile, looked down at Juan, pushed me away a bit so we could open up a circle and admit Juan under the shower head with us, and called out "Hey, little buddy... Come and join us.... Did you enjoy the show..."
Juan sounded doubtful. "I liked seeing you and senor Steve all naked... But you looked so miserable at the end...."
"It's an act, Juan. The punters like it. See... Steve and me are great buddies...." He slapped my butt affectionately as he said this, his smile started to become "normal", and added "And you're going to get a private show of your own now, as it's my turn to fuck Steve..."
I groaned inwardly, as this was the normal pattern of things, and when Jeff fucked me after I'd fucked him, he wasn't all that gentle. But when all three of us were on the mattress, Juan was wriggling with excitement, pushing his body against Jeff, and pleading "Please, senor Jeff, fuck me and not senor Steve...."
"No! I always fuck Steve...."
"Please, senor, why not me...."
I decided to be awkward, as Jeff could be quite unpleasant to me at this time. "Yes, Jeff, why don't you fuck Juan?"
"I told you, Steve, he's a kid...."
"I'm not!", Juan cut in immediately.
"I reckon it's because you're afraid, Jeff! You're all down, after the demonstration, even though you know I really care about you, and that we have to do it that way. So you're really rough with me. And I reckon you're afraid you'd hurt Juan, the mood you're in. Either that, or you can't manage an erection with another guy..."
"I'm not afraid of anything, Steve. You know that."
"Do I? I reckon you're afraid of fucking another guy.
You never have, other than me...." There - the challenge was down. And, as I knew he would, Jeff rose to the bait!
"I could easily fuck Juan if I wanted to, and then go on and ream your ass out too!"
"So do it!", I snapped back, and Juan was almost beside himself with excitement as he chorused "Please, senor Jeff, please...."
Jeff glared at me, as I could tell he knew I'd sort of trapped him, and he tried to make out it was his decision. "Actually, Steve, I do fancy a bit of a change: you can be awfully lazy in bed and not service me properly. I reckon young Juan here might just be a whole lot more exciting...."
Juan threw himself on Jeff then and smothered his words, and slowly Jeff began to hold and stroke the boy. I could tell he was nervous as hell, but that he didn't want to appear as if he didn't know what he was doing. This made him ultra cautious, and slow, and so, I suppose, it seemed to Juan that Jeff was taking a huge amount of trouble and time over him. And as he got into it, I saw the other side of Jeff - the tender side, who liked to help other guys. He toyed with Juan's body to relax him, kissed him passionately and tenderly as he jerked him off, then spent what seemed like hours and hours stretching and lubing the kid, all the time stopping and asking Juan if he was OK. I began to be really envious, as he never took this much trouble with me! And when he finally did fuck Juan, it's hard to describe how such an overpoweringly big, tough guy could be so soft and gentle as his muscled body enfolded the lithe youth, and gave them both that most wonderful experience that two men can have together.
Afterwards Jeff lay there on his back, a big grin on his face. Juan was sprawled over him, and I was just lying there. Jeff saw me looking at him, and reached out his arm to pull me in. His voice was very low as he looked at me "Steve.... Look, you know, you and me.... This was just a one-off... The kid wanted it.... He doesn't get much fun, I reckon.... And look, he's asleep...."
It was true - I could see Juan's thin chest moving rhythmically in and out. His eyes were closed, and there was a smile on his face. I felt kind of happy for Juan, having had all that tenderness from Jeff, and, at the same time, really jealous. But, on the other hand, Jeff had made some attempt to be apologetic. But on the other hand again, I suppose he could just have fucked the kid, as we studded the bitches, without all that tender stuff, couldn't he? I needed to be careful, so I smiled back "It's OK, Jeff, I understand... You and me... Well, we're special... And the kid, well, he's only sixteen, and losing his brothers, and being abused by his father... I reckon you did a really nice thing there by being so careful with him: I know how you can use that dick of yours when you want to."
A look of relief flooded over Jeff's face, and I couldn't help but be pleased that I'd been so understanding, to see how happy it made Jeff. I wondered if I should make another comment about having been abused by a father, but thought better of it as it was good to see Jeff think he was off the hook.
Mind you, the next morning, I began to get into a different mood: we didn't have to get up early as the bar didn't open, as I've told you, and I was sort of expecting that Jeff and I would have fucked, or at least cuddled a bit, or perhaps jerked each other off, or something. But as he and I were lying there and I was wondering who should begin, Juan woke up and at once began to kiss at Jeff's face, and then dodge down to tease his nips, and lick his dick, and all that sort of stuff. Jeff was instantly responsive, and began to tickle Juan, and the two of them were laughing and messing around, and totally ignoring me. And one thing led to another, of course, and I had to lie there and watch as Jeff fucked Juan for a second time, to their evident mutual enjoyment.
End Of Part Eleven