YOUNG STUD
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Seventeen
Inside the frat house there were indeed some of Brad's "buddies", and when he suggested poker, they all groaned and said no. It seemed that Brad always ruined it by using his wealth to simply outbid and out call all of them. "So why don't you guys all agree on a limit before you begin?", I asked. "All put twenty new d's as an initial stake, and that's it - if you lose it, you're out of the game, and as everyone has the same, there can't be any wild bidding - it would be a real game of skill. You like a game of skill, don't you, Brad?"
Well Brad didn't want to admit that he played "by brute force", so he agreed, and seven of us sat around, the slaves brought cards and took our drinks orders, and play began.
Jeff was a terrible player, and lost steadily. And the more he lost, the more he demanded the slaves bring him another whiskey or beer, and that certainly didn't improve his play! After an hour or so he was out of money. He wanted to stop the game then, but the others wanted to go on - I'd made quite an impression on them as I had a big stock of jokes and stuff (mostly fairly coarse, as I'd learned them from Jeff and he in turn had got them in the marines), and the frat boys liked that sort of thing.
"It's no fun for me watching", he whined. "Come on guys, break it up...."
"We could alter the rule", I said to the rest of the table. "Let him buy in another twenty...."
There was a chorus of "NO!", so I went on "... Or perhaps change it to strip poker? "
Seeing that Brad was getting drunker, and was a terrible player anyway, and that perhaps he was not as well liked as he thought, his frat brothers broke out into wolfish grins and said "Yes... Great idea."
"NO...", Brad said hesitantly, and one of the brothers called out "Come on, Brad! You're not afraid, are you? You're always telling us what good player you are. And even if you're not, so what? You're always waving that dick of yours around, and even if you lose and end up naked, so what?"
Reluctantly, Brad agreed, and play began again. He won a little at first and had a few dollars in front of him on the table - or were his brothers leading him on, I wonder. But then he evidently had what he thought of as a "good" hand, as he began to bet heavily, in short order offering his tie, shirt, T, shoes, socks, and pants. He sat there then in his boxer shorts, and still wanted to carry on betting. So I carried on betting too, and Brad's boxers had to be tossed into the pot in the middle, and he sat there naked, no longer seeming to be proud of his dick, but looking worried and embarrassed.
He wanted to carry on though, and now I said casually "Hey, guys, shall we let him bet some more of his covering?"
The frat brothers looked at me curiously, and I said "Brad's got a nice dick, but have any of you ever seen his 'skinned back? He could bet his last remaining item of covering - his foreskin. If he loses, he has to kneel on the table and 'skin back for us!"
There was a lot of laughter at this, and Brad didn't seem keen, until again one of his brothers accused him of bragging about his ability to play poker, and then he put on an air of bravado and said "You guys need to see how this game is really played..... Hey, of course I bet a sight of my head.... It's not as if I'm ashamed of my dick!"
It wasn't enough, though, and soon we had him agree to show us his asshole as well! And, predictably, he lost.
I decided not to take an active part in the utter humiliation of Brad that followed - after all, I needed to keep on good terms with Brad if I was going to try to negotiate for the sale of Jeff and Juan. So I stood in the background as his fellow frat brothers, shrieking with laughter, cleared all his clothes off the poker table and then made him kneel there. He looked so confused, and for a moment I felt almost sorry for him as a trickle of fear ran across his face. But faced with their insistent jibes, he took hold of his dick and 'skinned back - until one guy shouted out "I can't see.... I want to seethe whole thing.... So get hard so we can take a proper look at you!"
I could see Brad sweating as he knelt there, and the red glow of blushing sweeping over his shoulders and neck as he stroked himself erect, and then held his dick in the palm of his hand, fingers uncurled, after he'd pulled back his 'skin to show his darker coloured head, moist and juicy with his sweat. His frat brothers were all cheering and laughing, until one shouted "He bet the sight of his asshole as well...."
Several others called out "Gross! I don't want to see an asshole....", but the general concessus was that most of them did, and Brad was ordered to press his shoulders down onto the table, and then to reach back and pull his butt cheeks apart. There was even more laughter now as he knelt there in utter humiliation, and I decided that Brad deserved even more than this for what he'd cheerfully done to Jeff.
Working my way slowly around the edge of the crowd I suggested that the whole frat should go down to a local bar, as it was still relatively early, and, of course, that would include Brad. He'd got down off the table now and was standing there, still naked, but his confidence returning - after all, as I've told you, he seemed to like showing off his big body and dick when he was in the locker rooms. And when he heard that everyone wanted to go to a bar, he at once said he wanted to as well - presumably he thought this humiliating episode was then over for him - and even promised to buy everyone a drink.
The guys started to make for the door and Brad went to pick up his clothes, but some of the guys in the game with me, at my secret suggestion, called out "Hey, Brad, those are ours! We won them....."
"I'll go and get some fresh stuff from my room...", he began, but the brothers now all told him "No", and when Brad then said he didn't want to go to the bar any more, they began to insist, reminding him he'd promised to buy them all beers! The more he tried to say no, the more they insisted, and soon I watched as they drove Brad out of the frat house, still totally bare-assed naked, and went off in a big crowd down the street, Brad clutching at his crotch to try to hide his dick and balls, a privilege that was of course always denied to Jeff and Juan.
I followed in the distance, and saw them go into one of the major bars popular with the college set - a huge cheer went up as they went in, and his brothers made Brad stand on a table in the centre of the bar and 'skin back again! I could see that the crowd now included a lot of women, too, and they were shouting and cheering just as much as the men were.
The following day I saw Brad driving Jeff down the main street, and waved for him to stop. Jeff was totally naked as usual, his cinched dick half hard, and sweat pouring off him. Brad motioned for me to get in to the carriage, and I began "Hey, sorry, buddy, for winning last night.... But when you bet your 'skin, I assumed you'd only do it if you'd got a good hand...."
Brad began to fluster and brag, and ended up by saying "Well I guess at home I play with real professionals, and the amateurs at the frat threw me off a bit, as they don't really understand all the subtleties of play, and are so unpredictable...."
As we bowled along, Brad's carriage whip almost constantly flicking at Jeff's butt, I started to ask Brad about whether he'd consider selling Jeff to me. I'd still got most of my inherited money, and was prepared to pay a good price, but there was no way that Brad would agree. "You see, Steve", he explained, "It's so rare to get a really big whitey like this one, with good long legs and such superb thighs and butt.... If you want a pony of your own, why don't you go down to the dealers and pick out one of those huge niggas they're selling - I noticed an ad in the papers the other day - there were a lot of Africans who hid themselves in a shipping container, but were caught at the port when it arrived - Nubians, I think they said they were. All over six-six, and absolutely jet black, and with dicks to match their height! Buy one of those and send him to pony school and within six weeks you could have something approaching the splendour of my pony..."
"I kind of wanted a whitey, Brad.... As you say, they're rare.... And although those jet black ones would be interesting, as most of the niggas around here are brown because of the interbreeding, I haven't got all that time as my folks want me to go to Europe with them... I was hoping that you might be persuaded to sell as I have to leave tomorrow..."
"Hey, Steve - leaving? Just as you and me get to be really great buddies...."
"Brad, you know what it's like! I bet you have to do what your dad says, if you want the money to keep flowing!" I saw him nodding, and added "Well, it's the same for me. No Europe trip, no allowance. But I'll be back...."
I saw Brad nodding, and added "But you're right... You are a good buddy... Why don't you and I have a little farewell party tonight, just the two of us.... And a couple of bitches?"
I saw Brad look doubtful for a moment, and he said "Sounds fun - but you know what the bitches are like in this place.... The other night.... In the bar....."
"Hey, buddy - don't worry! Let Steve arrange it: those stuck-up cows don't know what they're going to be missing... I know a place where you can hire niggas who really know how to give a guy a good time...."
Brad looked doubtful. "I don't know, Steve - I mean, prostitutes..."
"No, Brad. Well, yes, I suppose..... But not like in the old days when they were old and worn out. No, we'll pick ourselves a couple of nice young, athletic niggas and fuck their brains out...."
He still looked doubtful, so I went on "You are used to fucking, aren't you? Or would you prefer a fine young buck..."
"Hey, Steve, buddy..... No way!"
"OK, then.... Drop me off here, and I'll come around to your frat house at eight.... Have your carriage waiting, and we'll have a pretty wild night....."
The rest of the day was spent in preparation. It was clear that the only way I'd get Jeff was to steal him, and that wasn't going to be easy as he was always manacled to the carriage. But by offering to take Brad out that night, at least I could be sure where Jeff was going to be, as he wouldn't be locked in the frat stables. I explained to Miguel what he'd have to do, and we went and hired a small truck from Hertz, and then sat nervously for the rest of the afternoon knowing that we'd both be slaves again if this all failed.
As luck would have it, a storm came through later in the afternoon, and I had to carry a huge umbrella to get to the frat, and even then got damp. Brad was not ready, of course - that would be too courteous of him - but after about fifteen minutes he came down and said he was all set to go. The plan almost crashed then as he was going to call a cab because of the weather, until I said "A couple of studs like us.... Going out for a night of hell-raising with the bitches.... In a cab? Especially when you've got that superb pony.... I want to see you really controlling that slave, Brad, just as you're going to control the nigga bitches later on...."
"You're right, Steve!", he beamed, and called for one of the frat slaves to go and tell the stables to have Jeff brought around.
When we went outside a few minutes later I really did feel dreadful about subjecting Jeff to this - the rain was coming down in torrents, and it was bad enough in clothes, sheltering under an umbrella. Poor Jeff had to stand there and have it all stinging down onto his naked flesh, and I'm sure I could see him shivering, too - rain, even on a hot night, is really cold!
To my horror, though, I couldn't see Juan, as they hadn't sent him out because of the rain.
"Hey, Brad, do you expect me to get wet? Where's that groom of yours? I'd have thought you'd have had him kneel on the back, behind us, and hold the umbrella....."
"You're right, Steve! Those idiots in the stables have got it wrong....." Brad barked more orders at the slaves, and a few moments later Juan came around the corner from the stables, his thin naked body desperately trying to shelter under an enormous umbrella.
Brad snatched the umbrella off Juan, who at once wrapped his arms around his body to try to ward off the worst of the rain, and Brad escorted me to the carriage, ordered some of the frat slaves to wipe the seat for us, then sat down. He barked orders at Juan who came and knelt at the back of the carriage and Brad thrust the umbrella at him, ordering him to keep us covered.
I hated the journey - I knew poor Juan was shivering with the cold, and could see the water streaming off his body to run down his dick as he knelt there. But it had to be done - I needed Jeff and Juan together. As for Jeff - well, I could only imagine the trauma he must be suffering: as well as not being able to see or hear, he'd now be feeling all the giant drops of water stinging all over his naked body. And running in bare feet over the water-filled roads would only compound the problems he normally had in dragging the heavy carriage. It was no surprise that he was slower than usual, and this of course resulted in Brad lashing his back and butt almost continuously.
The place I took Brad to was in a large, slightly run-down mansion on the edge of town and it took some time to get there - time in which Brad continued his whipping Jeff to make him go even faster than usual. In the dark and the wet, though, the blood was not immediately visible. Then when we arrived he took the umbrella off Juan so we could walk up the path together - as I rang the bell and looked back I saw Juan talking to Jeff, and then, in a way that was so typical of Jeff as he was always "looking out" for other guys, Jeff bent over as best he could so that Juan could crouch under his bent body to get out of the worst of the storm.
"Will they be all right, Brad....? The storm....?"
"They're only slaves, Steve! I can tell you're still a Northerner at heart...."
We went in, and, if I'd still been enjoying fucking bitches as I had done when I was first made into a slave stud, it would have been heaven: the owner of the place really had lined up the most amazing collection of nigga bitches you've ever seen (they were, of course, all entirely naked). They were all young and nubile, and there was every possible combination of tit shapes and ass shapes you could ever want. Brad and I were conducted to a low couch, two of the girls at once brought us beers over, and the owner of the place clapped his hands and the remaining girls lined up and then started to dance past us, each one stopping for a few seconds to pout her lips at us, or thrust her tits out, or wiggle her ass seductively. I'd seen a lot of this before, of course, but Brad seemed bemused - I began to wonder if he'd ever actually fucked a bitch at all!
He continued to drink heavily as the parade continued, and we sat there discussing which ones we were going to have. Finally, when Brad was pretty far gone and he couldn't decide whether he wanted a bitch with big, pouty lips and high, pert breasts, or one with one of the most seductive asses I've seen for a long time, I muttered "Brad, buddy, a stud like you.... Have them both!"
I picked a pretty run-of-the-mill bitch for myself who looked experienced enough not to make a lot of fuss, then I suggested we went upstairs. The two I had selected for Brad went with him into one room, and I took mine into the room next door. She was nice enough, and I suppose if the boss had been there to order me to stud her, I could have - but faced with her naked body gyrating in front of me, I felt the most amazing lack of interest and, for the first time ever, I couldn't bone up.
Actually, it made it look all the more convincing: I let her play with me and tease me a bit, but when I still couldn't go hard, I pulled my pants and shirt back on and went downstairs, telling them to call me a taxi as my buddy was still "stuck in". I paid for all three bitches, and went off in the cab, pleased to see that Miguel had done as instructed and Jeff and Juan were no longer outside.
Back at the house I'd rented the truck was backed up to the garage, and the violence of the storm allowed us to get the carriage out of the truck and into the garage and then close all the doors, without any of the neighbours being able to see. Jeff was standing there in the garage then, shivering with the cold and rain water still falling from his body, manacled to the carriage. Miguel and Juan were clutching each other, and I had to speak quite sharply to Miguel to go and fetch towels for Jeff.
It was so good to be able to feel Jeff's body again as I towelled him off, and I tried to soothe him and let him know he was safe - although he could not of course see me or hear me, and, as he had before, he began to react badly as he realised it was not Juan's hands exploring him.
It was really hard to get Jeff free - the metal of his "blinkers" and the manacles holding him to the carriage were stainless steel, and the industrial cold cutters I'd bought earlier almost couldn't cut through them. But as the "blinkers" came off his eyes and he saw me, Jeff threw his arms around me and we hugged and ran our arms up and down each others backs. We wanted to kiss passionately, but even as we started and I probed past his bit that was still stuck in his mouth, I felt Jeff's body spasm in pain and realised the cruelly spiked tongue plate on his bit had hurt his tongue - indeed, the shock caused a stream of piss to fly out of him, which soaked my pants! Look, I'm not blaming him - he was so used to pissing whenever he needed to, that the trigger of the pain caused it to start and he wasn't even aware of it.
Juan explained that the bit was locked to Jeff's back teeth, and as Jeff stood there looking bewildered as he couldn't hear what we were talking about, Miguel and Juan agreed that Juan would have to go back to the stables to get the special key that held it in place. "No!", I told them "It's too risky."
"But master, it's the only way to get Jeff free...", Miguel said. "Otherwise you'll have to find a veterinarian, and the moment you do that, with an 'escaped slave' alert out, the game will be up."
"Yes, Steve", Juan added. "I want to do this, for Jeff..."
"We have to, master...." Miguel said again, and I saw Juan look at him sharply.
"Why are you calling Steve 'master'?" He asked his brother.
"Master Steve wants me to.... Whilst we were looking for you, I am playing his slave so that he looks like a proper owner, and people will not suspect that he himself is a slave..."
"Yes, Juan, and I think you ought to do the same", I told him.
"Hey, Jeff, you and me were slaves together, there's no fucking way I'm going to call you 'master'!"
This wasn't the time to have arguments like this anyway, and I could see Jeff looking concerned, so I let it drop for the moment. "OK, I'll drive Juan in the car to the frat house ,and he can sneak in. And you, Miguel, take the truck back to Hertz at the airport, and I'll pick you up there...."
Miguel handed Juan some shorts and a T, but I, very reasonably I thought, said "Keep naked, Juan! If you're going to sneak into the stables at the frat, if you're naked anyone who sees you will think you've just come back early."
"Fuck you, Steve!. I'm as free as you are now, and I don't see you bare-assed...." Juan began. He'd never been this uppity before, and I wondered what he'd learned form some of the other slaves at the frat.
"Do as you're told, Juan! And I said you should call me 'master'. Best to get used to it, from the start...."
"And I said 'fuck you', Steve...." he began, and I lost it! I lashed out at him, catching him a huge low with my open palm on the side of his face, and causing him to fall to the floor.
"Listen, you fucking slave", I shouted at him. "I've invested too much in this to have a young idiot like you put it all at risk. Now do as I say, or there'll be more than that...."
Jeff, who could not have heard the words, had gone into a fighting stance and I thought he was going to hit me for a moment! But Juan slowly got to his feet and went to him, put his hand on his neck and stroked it gently and made soothing gestures. Juan glared at me and almost hissed "All right, 'master', for Jeff's sake, but only until we are out of this...."
I drove through the lashing rain with Juan sitting as far on the other side of the car as he could possibly get from me. A pity, really, as his cinched dick went hard almost as soon as we'd set out - well, a lot of guys do throw a wood on a car journey, don't they, and with that cinch arrangement on it must have been difficult to avoid doing so for Juan. It did look enticing, though, and if he'd been behaving reasonably and sat close, I'd have liked to have reached out and stroked it. Still, I wasn't going to let him get away with this defiance totally, so I turned the aircon down a bit, and was gratified to see him begin to shiver slightly after a few minutes.
Actually, though, it was a brave thing for him to do to go back into the stables - they might easily have grabbed him if Brad had come out and seen his carriage gone and reported it, and then the SP would have tortured the whole thing out of him: everyone knows the SP have ways of making even the most stubborn slave not only to talk, but talk the truth! (ways that leave the slave of little value to his owner afterwards, they say).
With the keys to unlock Jeff's bit from his mouth, and the very strong cutters to remove his collar and PA, we were able to have a "proper" reunion, and we kissed and stroked each other after with a passion that reflected such a long period of absence. Jeff wanted me to go on and use the cutters to take out his nipple rings and the cinch ring around his cock, too, but I managed to distract him and stop him thinking about that - I rather liked the idea of having him cinched, actually. And I knew that when it came to our little tussles" in bed, to decide who was going to fuck who, having nipple rings to grab hold of would be a huge advantage for me. So I told him that I was worried about hurting him and we should wait until we had bought even more powerful cutters later. We also had to take a lot of time scooping the wax out of Jeff's ears, so he could hear properly again - it was very hard, as the bastards had poured molten wax in, to completely fill his ear canal. Still, it was fun to sit there, Jeff's head cradled in my lap, and use a little dental instrument to probe and tease away inside his ears, and then we had all the fun of lying in a long, hot bath together, with Jeff constantly putting his head under the water, to melt what remained.
Our reunion that night was memorable - although initially I had to chase Juan out of our room as he wanted to sleep with Jeff! I ordered him to go and sleep with Miguel, and he did so with a very bad grace. Thinking about it, I reckoned he was jealous of me - he wanted Jeff all to himself: well, he'd have to learn, I thought.
We had a kind of "council of war" the next morning - all four of us. There were a number of issues we faced, like getting Jeff and Juan out of the country, but Miguel and Juan were also most insistent that we had to take the opportunity to rescue Pedro, too. I didn't want to do this, as I thought that every moment we stayed in the South increased our chances of being caught, but both of the brothers simply refused to leave without the third. I took Jeff on one side and had a swift, muttered conversation with him, saying that it was lunatic to stay, and that we should make for the border as soon as possible, but he was on the side of the brothers, it seemed, and told me that if I was worried, then I should leave. "You see, Steve, you don't really understand how dreadful it can be, to be a slave. When you and I were studs for the boss, it was pretty humiliating, if you think about it. But that's all: he was fair, he was considerate, and he only punished us if we'd done wrong. And he only used us for things that men do naturally, like fucking. You think about it - he treated us almost as if we were men, letting us sleep together, letting us sleep in his room, giving us proper food, all that sort of stuff. You don't realise how it can be with a totally inconsiderate owner, like Brad...."
"Hey, Jeff, I do - I saw the way he's had your body modified....."
"But that's not all, is it, Steve? Think of the way he treated Juan and me, just as if we were dumb beasts and not even like slaves. He totally took away most of the things that made me human - I couldn't speak, I couldn't hear, I couldn't see - I was just an object to carry out his will, manacled into his carriage, whipped all the time even when I'd done no wrong, leaving me outside in all weathers - broiling sun, pouring rain - and then not even allowing me to sit down or lie down: you told me you saw how I was kept in the stable! And it was the same for Juan, too, although to a lesser extent. - he had to sleep on the stable floor, and stuff like that. That's no kind of life for a young kid - what chance would he have had of turning into a proper man, like you and me? And, what's more, think about what it would be like to have no sex, none at all - not just no sex with anyone else, but to be denied even that most basic of rights for a guy, to be able to jerk off! Do you know how painful it is to have your balls constantly aching for release, and not to be able to do anything about it?"
He was so passionate about all of this that I had to let him continue. "So you see, Steve, I don't want to leave Pedro down here - what kind of life is he having?"
"Jeff, that's stupid! We can't possibly change things for every slave - there are millions of them! We don't know this Pedro, after all, so we have no particular responsibility for him. And, as you say, the boss treated us pretty well, didn't he? How do we know that this Pedro hasn't got a good owner, like the boss? We might all be risking our freedom just to 'save' Pedro from something that's not very bad."
"You may be right, Steve - but the chances are that he's got an owner more like Brad than like the boss. There are an awful lot of uncaring, callous owners, you know, and very few like the boss who treat slaves as if they're almost human. But that's not the whole point - I reckon I owe Juan something - it was only having him around that kept me sane when I was being treated like a mere beast. And aren't you in Miguel's debt? If hew hadn't come back with you into the South, you'd have had a far more difficult time playing the part of a free man..... Anyway, I'm going to help those two find their brother, and if you want to go back North, so be it....."
"Jeff, you can't want to split up, after all this separation..."
"No, of course not, Steve. But sometimes a man has got conflicting responsibilities. And that's what separates a man from an animal - he can make choices. It's part of being a man again, Steve, rather than being a slave, to choose to stay and help our friends.... " He stopped, his face contorting as he went into a typical "Jeff" mode when he wanted to say something that he was too shy, to say, or found too difficult. "Look, Steve....", he hesitated again. "Steve, you and me, we're buddies, right?"
I nodded, and he put his head down so that I couldn't fully see his face. "Not just buddies, but closer than that....."
I nodded again. "Steve, you and me, we kind of.... Kind of love each other, right?"
I nodded once more.
"So it's terrible, Steve. I don't want to leave you, but if I don't, I'll stop thinking of myself as a proper man. And if I'm not a proper man, sooner or later I won't be able to ... to carry on loving you as a real man should. So I've got to stay, Steve: not just for Juan and Miguel, but for us, if you think about it."
I knew how difficult all that must have been for Jeff.
Jeff, the ex-marine, would happily walk into a bar full of men and take on all comers, who was physically brave and strong - but when it came to talking about his feelings, he was terrified. It must have taken every ounce of his courage to say those things to me, and I was at once full of shame for having made him do it, and full of admiration and, yes, of course, of love, for him. I threw my arms around him and kissed him, and almost had the air crushed out of me as Jeff's arms pulled me close to him.
We broke off, and he still looked a bit sad, and then I realised why. "That's not a goodbye kiss, you know, you idiot!", I said, and was rewarded by seeing that typical Jeff smile break right across his face. "We're in this together, I suppose."
End Of Part Seventeen