Young Stud

YOUNG STUD

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Seven

That night there wasn't a whole lot we could do together as my dick was out of action. Jeff was laughing at me and telling me that we'd better not get too "frisky" together as otherwise my balls would be so sore as I couldn't get relief. And I think to show "solidarity" with me he didn't want me to blow him, or even to play with his dick. As he put it "We could pretend we're old friends, Steve, really old friends: let's just lie together and enjoy feeling each others bodies, and not do sex at all".

Mind you, it was difficult! Especially when we were both wide awake in the middle of the night, lying together and snuggled together in total companionship.

Jeff whispered to me, in that intimate way you do in bed, even when no one else is listening, to ask if my balls were as sore as his were from not being used, and when I told him that I didn't know - any ache from my balls was completely overwhelmed from the pain in my dick - he pulled me close to him and kissed me gently. It was kind of comforting, I suppose, having this big, tough man being so concerned over me, and holding me so tenderly, and being there for me.

The following day the boss collected us, but before we could leave the staff at the place insisted that he inspect Jeff and me to "make sure there were no marks or blemishes on us" that might be attributed to their care: it was another example of how we were just being treated like animals. After all, why couldn't they just ask Jeff and me? Smiling, the boss ran his hands lightly over our naked bodies, then stopped to take my dick in his hand. I winced as he did so.

"Painful, Steve?"

"Yes, boss. Very!"

"Well I'm sorry about that. But I did need to have you done.... And I'm very concerned about drugs, so I don't think it's wise for a healthy young man like you to have painkillers for minor aches - it's so easy for you to become dependent on them. Just hang in there, and within a few days all will be back to normal, I'm sure."

He then turned to the staff of the place and asked some questions about my 'skinning, and seemed to be very disappointed to hear that I wasn't supposed to have any action with my dick for two to three weeks. He told them that this represented a considerable loss of income for him as I was a stud, but they just shrugged and said, basically, that it was up to him: if he chose to let me use my dick before it was ready, they couldn't be responsible for the consequences and that "any scarring or subsequent disfigurement of the penis was not their responsibility".

I went to ask the boss why he had had me 'skinned, but as I began to ask him, he snapped "I expected this, Steve. And I'm not going to debate with you. I decided to have you done as it's the norm for slaves, and many people already find it hard to accept a whitey like you as a slave: if they see you're uncut like a free man, it makes it harder for them to accept that you are a slave, just like any 'regular' nigga."

"...but boss...."

"Shut the fuck up! I've told you I am not going to discuss it. And, anyway, what's the point? You've been done now, and there's no going back. So just accept it - I own your body, I decided you'd be better off conforming to slave norms, so I had you done. Just be like Jeff - accept it!"

So we set off driving, but frankly I was in a bit of a grumpy mood and even though Jeff and the boss chatted away, I didn't join in and just sat there in silence.

Jeff had a studding session that afternoon - nothing special, just a "regular" customer who wanted a nigga bitch knocked up - and so he and the boss were occupied as the owner entertained the boss to a light meal after they'd enjoyed seeing Jeff. But I was left in the SUV, just as if I was a family dog or something that couldn't be taken into the house when the owner was visiting friends. I sat there in the humid heat feeling pretty pissed off - it was bad enough having to stud, but, somehow, even worse when I couldn't do anything and had to sit around idle. I even thought about reading the newspaper, but the boss's copy of The New York Times was still immaculately folded as he hadn't opened it himself, and I knew that if I did more than read the front page, he'd notice (and he didn't allow Jeff and me to read the papers, or watch TV, or anything like that, as I've told you). It just shows you how I was accommodating to the life as a slave: I mean, a twenty year old man wouldn't normally be worried about reading another guy's newspaper, would he?

So, all in all, it was pretty boring, and to pass the time I found a patch of grass near the SUV, lay down, and did some trunk curls and some push-ups - and when I exercise like that, I can be really serious about it. Afterwards, even though I was pretty pissed off with the boss still, I felt somehow better. I suppose it was all the endorphins from the hard work flooding my system.

That night it was almost impossible to get to sleep. You have to remember that I was used to a lot of sex, and that I was a fit, healthy, horny guy anyway. So now I hadn't even been able to jerk off for a couple of days, it was pretty terrible: quite apart from the fact that my dick was almost constantly erect, there was this constant, low-level dull ache from my balls.

With a guy like Jeff around it's not possible to be irritated and cross for long periods, and almost from the first moment we'd checked into the motel that afternoon he was joshing and teasing me, trying to get me to smile, or at least to break out of my mood of sullen silence. He tried just being nice to me, putting his arm around my shoulder whenever he could to "be close". Then he made some pretty feeble jokes about us two looking like even more like brothers now - well, frankly, I didn't think so: for one thing, even though we were both big guys, and pretty handsome at that, he was blond and I was dark. But he kept on and on about how good it was for me to be 'skinned, and how much nicer my dick would taste as there was now no possibility of anything being nasty under my 'skin. And he even tried to get the boss involved, asking him if he'd like a "beauty contest" so that the boss could judge whose dick was now the better looking.

Frankly I got tired of it, and told him to shut up. And that only drove Jeff on to new heights - you know how these happy, hearty people can be sometimes. And when I failed to respond to him, he began to try physical things, like making a feint as if he was trying to grab one of my nips (which I hate, as I'm so sensitive there). I carried on telling him to shut up, and to fuck off, and the more I did this, the worse Jeff seemed to get. Finally even the boss got fed up with Jeff's antics, and he snapped "Will you two be quiet? You're worse than my kids when they were little! Always sitting together in the back of the car and chattering and giggling.... You two are grown men, now shut the fuck up!".

Well, that was interesting - it hadn't occurred to me that the boss might have kids. I mean, Jeff had told me about him being divorced and stuff, but kids had not been mentioned. I wondered about them - were they boys or girls? And how old were they? I mean, I suppose I might even be the same age as the boss's sons, if he had sons. Still, his words had the right effect, and Jeff and I showered and stuff as usual, and then lay down together in our bed as the boss continued to lie there reading his newspaper. After a few minutes he called for Jeff to go over and blow him

I went to join them, but the boss waved me away, saying that he understood the problem with my balls, and he thought it would make it worse for me if I had to see sex at close quarters.

When Jeff had finished and came back and lay next to me he wanted to go to sleep but he could tell I was completely restless. Finally, he sat up in bed and called out "Boss, can I do something about Steve? He's been a pain in the ass all day, and now he can't sleep because his balls are aching: I can't do anything about his attitude, but I could relieve those balls..."

"Jeff, you heard the man this morning: his dick is not to be touched, or else it might open up the wound, and there'll be scarring. You wouldn't want young Steve to have a scarred dick, would you? "

"Oh I know a few tricks, boss.... I promise I won't even touch his dick."

The boss just shrugged and nodded, giving his consent.

Jeff put his arm around my shoulders as he did when he wanted to be really close to me, and pulled my face towards his. "You heard the boss, Steve! Help is at hand... Now, I'll soon have those balls of yours emptied.... You're in luck, Stevie, boy, to have a buddy like me who knows what's what!"

Half in earnest, half playfully, Jeff hauled at my body to get me to lie on my back, then pulled at my knees so that my feet were apart and my knees raised. Still with that devilish smile on his face he came and knelt beside me, then spat onto his hand so his index finger was coated in spit. "OK, buddy....", he whispered. "Here goes"

I felt his finger scratching at my asshole, and almost involuntarily wriggled a bit. I mean, I'd never had anyone be this totally intimate with me before - even when we were in the shower, washing each other, we did wash that place but we never actually fingered our holes. Jeff's face wrinkled a little as he pushed hard on his finger, and I felt it begin to slip into me. I gave a groan - was it of delight, or surprise? I don't know.

Jeff carried on working on my asshole, occasionally stopping to re-lube his finger with spit, and I was getting aroused by it - his finger sliding in and out of me was somehow sensual, somehow wicked.... And when he told me to "hang in there, buddy" and began his assault with two fingers rather than one, I could hear myself cry out gently, and moan, as the sensations flooded through me. My dick was rock hard, sticking straight up from my body, and I could see Jeff's eyes flickering to it occasionally, and him smiling.

The third finger was tough - but Jeff was patient, and never hurried it. Then he stopped totally, looked at me, and asked "so, are you ready?"

I thought he meant for a fourth finger, but no - it was just his index finger again, but now his palm was flattened against my butt as he pushed it in as far as it could possibly go. He searched around inside me for a few moments, and then I cried out as the most incredible wave of pleasure shot through me - and through this I was conscious of my dick beginning to wave around frantically as shot after shot of my cum was pumped out, to pool on my belly and chest.

Jeff pulled his finger out, and carried on kneeling there beside me. "OK, Steve?", he asked mischievously. "It's a long time since I tickled a guy's prostate. But it can be pretty effective, can't it?"

The boss was looking over to us and saw the long slashes of white all over my torso, and called out "You surely did drain him, Jeff. Well done. Now perhaps we can all get some sleep?"

"But boss... I'm horny now", Jeff replied. Look at me...." As he said this he turned, so that the boss could see Jeff's dick sticking out rampantly hard from his body.

"Oh come on, Steve... You studded this afternoon..."

"Yes, boss... But that was this afternoon, and now is now. Come, on, boss - there's all this cum of Steve's to use, and he's already stretched and relaxed... And you said that you wanted him and me...."

"Quite so, Jeff. But I don't think now's the time...."

"Please, boss, there's no time like the present.... "

"Oh all right..... But be quick about it."

Jeff was still smiling as he ran his fingers lightly over my belly and chest, coating them with my cum. Then, a little to my surprise, be began to massage my asshole again, now using the cum to ease the passage of his fingers into me. I winced a little, then moaned, as he spread his three fingers out as if "stretching" me, but with my cum covering everything, it didn't really hurt. And having a guy like Jeff working on you is pretty exciting, I can tell you!

To my surprise - it just shows you how naive I was, I suppose, - he used some of my cum to slime his own dick, stroking his already hard erection to a massive, solid one. Then he shuffled down the bed, so that he was kneeling between my knees. Before I realised what was happening, he grabbed my feet and put them up on to his shoulders.

In one quick, practised movement his hips came forward and, whilst holding my feet with one hand, his other positioned his dick at my asshole. I now realised what was about to happen, and cried out "No, Jeff....", but it was too late: I felt his cock head enter me, and my words were turned into a shout of pain and pleasure.

Jeff stopped then, and looked down at me. "OK, Steve.... I'm in... Are you OK, buddy? Now, just relax and enjoy it...."

I could actually feel his dick sliding into me, and Jeff clearly knew what he was doing as he watched me intently and at the slightest sign that I was in too much discomfort, he stopped, before starting his inexorable progress into me again. Finally I could feel the remains of his pubes pressing against me, and his arm had now gone around my legs to pull them close to his chest as if he was determined to get me as close to him as possible.

Still smiling, he held an ankle in each of his big hands and pushed my legs apart and my ankles towards my head - this enabled him to get in to me even more, and he seemed satisfied by this. Staring down at me and still smiling he began to rock his hips gently, and that incredible sensation as a guy fucks you began to excite me. It was as if it was someone else who was saying, almost simultaneously "No... " and "please...." and "Fuck me.....", all of which were interspersed with grunts, groans, moans and cries that seemed to come from deep down inside me.

I could see Jeff sweating, and his usual smiling grin was replaced with the look of the most intense concentration, and I could only imagine the sensations flowing down his dick as my asshole gripped him.

After a fee minutes he pulled right out of me, bend his head down to mine and kissed me. Then he muttered "Now for something a bit different, little buddy...."

I couldn't resist him as he rolled me over on to my belly, and it was he who positioned my arms so they were crossed in front of me and made a convenient cradle for my head. Ever so gently I felt him move my legs apart, and then he was kneeling between them - the hairs on his legs sent shivers of excitement through me as they meshed with those on mine.

"OK, Steve.... This is going to be easy....", I heard him whisper. And then I could feel his hands on my butt, prising my cheeks apart.

I suppose I was prepared for the feeling of his hot dick head against my asshole, but now, as he pushed in, something new The feeling of Jeff's thighs and calves against mine, the feeling of his belly and chest pressing into my back... I kind of knew that he must be taking most of his weight on his hands and elbows as I could breathe perfectly easily, and yet somehow I was so incredibly close to him: his cock, buried in me, was somehow at the same time both the symbol and the instrument of how one man can totally possess another, and become as one with him.

Jeff rocked away on me, and I could hear his breathing and feel his hot breath on my back. He was now crying and moaning now, almost synchronised with my own gasps of pleasure. I no longer cared that Jeff was doing a "fag" thing to me - if it was, then it was me who'd been stupid for missing out on so much total delight for so long.

I felt Jeff getting faster and faster, his breathing getting more and more ragged, until he cried out "Jesus fucking Christ......", and his whole body went rigid. I knew he must have cum, and although I couldn't feel it, I was in some strange way glad that Jeff's cum would be flushing my bowels.

He lay there then, as his breathing subsided, and I'd never felt as close to another human being in my whole life. He nibbled at my earlobe, teasingly, then sank his teeth into my shoulders, causing me to wriggle a little. But the sharp pain of his teeth seemed to be the perfect end of this extraordinary happening.

I wanted it to go on for ever, to have him lie there all night, but finally the boss called "OK, Jeff! That was pretty impressive. But we all need to get some sleep...."

I felt Jeff pull his flaccid cock out of me, then he knelt beside me for a moment, bent over me and kissed the nape of my neck - causing a shiver of excitement to go through me - as he whispered "Just lie there, Steve, buddy.....", and I was glad to do so, still wanting to remember everything that I'd just experienced, and wanting nothing to spoil my mood of total relaxation and enjoyment. So I watched as Jeff went into the bathroom, and as he stood there at the wash basin washing his dick. I saw him come back over to me, and then he was wiping my ass! He'd brought a big piece of toilet tissue, and had actually prised my butt apart and was wiping my ass, just as if I was a baby.

"Hey....", I protested.

"Shhh...., Steve... We don't want a mess all over the sheets, do we? When we get used to doing this a lot, we'll make sure we're clean inside. But for now, I don't want to spend the night with crap on the sheets....."

I watched as he went back to the bathroom to dispose of the tissue, then he came back, lay beside me, and pulled the covers up over us both. "Good night, boss", he called out as those strong arms of his wrapped themselves around me and his legs twined with mine. And then, in a softer, gentler tone, he whispered "...and good night to you, little buddy...."

"Jeff....", I muttered in response. "Jeff.... that was.... was.... fantastic...."

I could feel him, rather than see him, but I could somehow tell that he was smiling as usual. "Well, Steve, you've had the best....

It turned out that there wasn't all that much studding work for the next week or so, and so the boss was relatively unconcerned about Jeff's supply of cum, and allowed him to fuck me most nights - I kind of got the impression that the boss liked watching Jeff's muscular butt thrusting away as he fucked me, as sometimes he even told us how we were to position ourselves before we began. I was brought to climax by Jeff as I still wasn't allowed to have anything touching my dick - not by the actual fucking, but by Jeff taking the time to get his fingers up me and tickle my prostate as he had done that first time. The boss used to laugh at us as Jeff did it, and told me that the look on my face as Jeff made contact with me was even more one of rapture than when Jeff was fucking me. He continued "You know, Steve, there's a myth that a guy's dick can bring you off by touching your prostate: but, as you know, even a big dick like Jeff's doesn't do it, and when he's fucking you your own dick often goes soft. That's quite usual, as when the dick slides into you it misses the prostate - as it does in most men. But don't think less of Jeff because of that... I reckon you're getting 'value for money' from his dick anyway!"

I kind of nodded, and, if I analysed what I was thinking, I suppose it was that I'd never expected to get anatomy lessons - especially such intimate anatomy lessons - from a guy who was looking at my naked body just after I'd been fucked and climaxed.

The great day came, though, when the boss examined my dick one morning after we'd showered and decided it looked OK to him, and that, anyway, he was prepared to take the risk of damage to my dick by having me start having sex again. I thought he meant that I should jerk off for him to see, and, in truth, I really wanted to do it as my ball were full and ready to go. But as I sat on the edge of the bed and began to stroke myself, the boss interrupted. "No, Steve! Not with your hand - that's still a bit rough, perhaps. Jeff - get down there, and use your tongue and lips."

It was great to see Jeff servicing me like that. I put my hands on the bed behind me and let my body stretch back luxuriantly as Jeff's big body crouched between my outspread legs, and then his warm, wet mouth closed over my dick. As he began to lick and suck at me I couldn't help it - much as I wanted to stretch out and continue to enjoy it totally passively like that, something impelled me to sit upright and then put my hands around Jeff's head and pull him even further down on to me. My dick was rock hard, and as I pulled him to me my dick head touched the spongy soft bit at the back of his throat, and Jeff began to gag. He tried to pull off me, but I held his head firmly, and it was so exciting to see him begin to struggle, retch and gag as my dick choked him. I let him go for a few seconds so he could breathe, and then pulled him down on to me again. As he sucked at me my hips began to thrust so that I was fucking him, rather than just being passively sucked off.... And so it went on, with me revelling in the power I had over Jeff to make him start to choke when I really pulled him to me and thrust fully forward. It didn't go on for long, though - all too soon my balls fired, and I pumped a huge load into Jeff's mouth and down his throat: I let him go then, and he remained crouching there, looking up at me, with a faint trail of my creamy white cum trickling out of the corner of his mouth. He looked some how beaten, subdued, controlled, and I realised I enjoyed seeing this powerful man humbled in this way in front of me.

The boss must have noticed something, though, as that night - Jeff had been studding that afternoon - he again told me to how him my dick, and examined it carefully. "I think it's time for you to go back to work, Steve - are you looking forward to that?"

"Yes, boss! I really missed not having regular sex."

The boss looked thoughtful, then, addressing both of us, went on "I suppose you've noticed how the usual studding assignments are drying up? I believe it's because many owners are becoming cautious about the market for slaves in sixteen years time: there's been a lot of comment in the press about how everyone seems to be breeding their bitches these days, and many commentators have remarked that after an owner has paid a lot of money to raise a new slave, the bottom might have dropped out of the market. There again, it's an easy line of business to get in to: all a man has to do is buy a virile young guy, like either of you two, and there he is: a stud owner. Anyway, for whatever reason, it's getting harder and harder to find regular stud opportunities, and I've been giving it a lot of thought. I'm not a rich man because of that bitch of a wife and the divorce, and I do need the income that you two slaves bring - so how to keep that flowing in a market where there are fewer and fewer opportunities has been exercising my mind."

He looked at us, and both Jeff and I were of course keenly interested - well, as Jeff had explained to me one night, this studding was pretty easy compared to a lot of other slave work, like being coffled in the fields, or quarries or mines, or even being chained o a factory bench. So if the boss had a plan to keep us employed, that sounded good. "Anyway", he continued, seeing he had us listening intently, "Although I can't find you enough studding work to keep you occupied full time, there is a way for me to make a lot of money: I will be hiring you out for exhibitions."

"Exhibitions?", I asked.

"Yes, Steve. You and Jeff will fuck each other... Just as you do in bed, when I permit it, but with an audience. I have been speaking with one of my oldest clients, and she has set up a few engagements for us: she knows that her friends, the 'ladies who lunch', would like some entertainment to round off their gatherings, and the sight of two handsome, virile men fucking each other will be a sure-fire winner, she believes."

"NO! Please, boss.... It's bad enough being made to stud, but you can't expect Jeff and me to appear in front of a bunch of old women and...."

"They're not so old, Steve! Mostly in their forties and fifties and still active enough to imagine what a dick like Jeff's would feel like going up them! And, anyway, there's a long and distinguished pedigree to this kind of entertainment: big, masculine men used to band together as troupes of 'exotic dancers' to entertain hen parties and such, earlier in the century.... All we're doing is updating the concept slightly, to fit in with modern ideas of what a lady will want to see slaves doing."

Jeff had one of his usual smiles on his face. "So, boss, I get to fuck Steve all the time.... Hey.....". Turning to me he put his arm around me as usual and pulled me close. "Steve, that's great, little buddy: I thought the boss would make us stop having fun together once your dick was healed and we were both back to studding.... And instead of that, I get to take your ass all the time....."

"...and Steve gets to take yours, Jeff!", the boss added, smiling himself now.

"Whoa, boss...." Jeff's smile had vanished. "I'm a stud, boss, you know that. I do the fucking...."

"Well usually, yes, Jeff. As I see it, when you and Steve are performing in front of a group of ladies, you will fuck him, and fuck him hard. The ladies will like to see 'poor little' Steve being almost raped by you. They'll feel sorry for him, as most of them will have been forced into sex by their husbands at some time or other, and they'll relate to what Steve's going through. But if I hire you out to perform in front of a bunch of guys, we'll do it the other way around: you'll have your ass reamed by Steve. Most of the guys in bars and places like that are on the younger side, and they'll like to see a young guy dominate and control a bigger, older guy like you."

"Hey, boss, no way...." Jeff was speaking again. "No way are Steve and me going to perform in front of a load of fags.... And, as I said, I'm a stud: it's kind of OK for me to fuck Steve, but no way is he going to get to fuck me...."

The boss looked furious! "Shut the fuck up, at once! How dare you, Jeff! How dare you speak to me like that. You're a slave, remember? My slave. I own you, and I tell you what you will, and will not, do. I think you've picked up some bad habits from Steve here who was pretty wild when I bought him - before that you never ever dared to even think of arguing with me. Now, apologise, at once, or else....."

He stopped, and Jeff looked all confused. It was true - he was never usually given to arguing with the boss, and, as I've told you, although he's a great guy he's not always the sharpest knife in the drawer and generally doesn't mind being told what to do as he's not a great original thinker. He stood there, as if surprised at what he'd done. Then, his body drooping as if in total surrender and submission, he muttered "I'm sorry, boss...."

The boss nodded, as if accepting it, but Jeff went on, his words stumbling out "Boss, I'm sorry, but I can't be fucked by Steve..."

The boss was simply furious now. "CAN'T? CAN'T? What sort of word is that for a slave to use to his owner? I think you've totally lost it, you fucking slave! You don't say what you can and can't do - that's down to me, totally down to me. And if I say that I want to see Steve fucking you, then that's exactly what will happen."

"No, please, boss... I've never been fucked. I'm a stud...." Jeff was almost wailing now, his anguish palpable. I began to get worried, as the boss looked almost apoplectic. I was seriously worried that he'd lose his temper totally with Jeff and call the Slave Police in to have him punished, or something like that. I had to do something to diffuse the situation, so in a reversal of roles, it was me who now put my arm around Jeff's shoulder and hugged him.

"Hey, Jeff, come on, buddy.... It's not so bad... I didn't like the idea of that big dick of yours when you first fucked me.... But I've got used to it, and I like having you that close to me, you know that. Well, it will be the same for you... Once you've got used to feeling my dick up your ass you'll like the closeness it brings...."

"No, Steve! No, boss! Please... I can't be fucked.... It's terrible..."

I almost shook him now, as I could see the boss looking more and more angry. "Jeff! Stop That! Listen to me! We're buddies, right? And we like each other a lot, right? And we like being together in bed, right? Well, it's not so different... It's just more, more, well, more close. We'll be even better buddies afterwards...."

"No, Steve. It's not like that. My uncle told me that when I was a kid, and when he started to fuck me, it hurt, Steve, hurt so much... And when I was crying and told dad what my uncle had tried to do, he didn't believe me, and I got a hiding because he said I was telling stories about my uncle...." Jeff was almost sobbing now as he related this to me, and I put both my arms around him now and really hugged him.

"Shhh... Jeff.... That was all in the past, when you were a little kid. We're big, strong men, aren't we? We can do all kinds of stuff with each other that wouldn't be right with little kids! Are you telling me that a big ex-marine like you is terrified that my dick will hurt him? Is that all you're scared about, Jeff, a bit of pain?"

"No... Yes... Well...."

"Oh come on, Jeff! When you fucked me the first time it hurt like hell. You heard me groaning and crying, but it didn't stop you, did it? You didn't stop because you were enjoying it so much... And I found that after a time the pain was all part of it: it's not like real pain, not like when a soldier is wounded... Not like when I was 'skinned. No... The pain is all mixed in with the most amazing feelings.... Feelings like you've never had before. Not just the dick of the other guy inside you, but the closeness, the amazing sexual feelings flooding through you...."

"It sounds as if you like being a fag..." Jeff sounded angry now, perhaps to compensate for his weakness.

"It's not being a fag, Jeff! Or, if it is, it's perfectly natural. Two guys like us, who like each other a lot... What could be better than to be properly close...."

I saw Jeff starting to weaken, and I continued to hold him. I put my lips close to his ear and whispered "Look, buddy, calm down... We'll work through this some way. But if you go on arguing with the boss he's likely to call the SP in and have you taken off for punishment - I've never seen him so cross. So stop being stupid - just calm down, and we'll find some way of getting him to change his mind."

I moved away from him then, and Jeff stood there in front of the boss. "I'm sorry, boss", he muttered.

"Very well, but that's the last time, Jeff! I have owned you for all this time and you've generally been a good slave, but I cannot, I will not, tolerate disobedience or dissent. Now, tell me you are ready to take Steve's dick when I order you to."

I saw Jeff glance at me, and I nodded, as I felt certain this was just something we could sort out with the boss when he'd simmered down. "Yes, boss... I'll do as you order", he muttered.

A faint smile flickered over the boss's face. "Good. No time like the present. Drop those shorts, Jeff, and go and lie on the bed on your hands and knees - Steve's new to this, too, so we'll start you off doggy fashion."

End Of Part Seven