YOUNG STUD
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Eight
Jeff's body looked so unwilling as he stumbled towards the bed - all hunched up and drooping, not like the usual confident Jeff who was so proud of his body and who usually strode along, shoulders back, proud and unashamed. I thought he was going to do it, but as he got to the bed he hesitated as he went to push his shorts down, turned to the boss, and in a very quiet voice, so unlike his usual confident tones, said simply "No, boss. This isn't right. I'm a stud. I don't take dick, not even from Steve."
I saw the boss reaching for his cell phone - like all the models these days it did of course have the special red emergency key for summoning the Slave Police. I blurted out "Boss, please, no, wait..... Let me talk to Jeff.... Let me try to persuade him...."
"Persuade him? I gave him a direct order! No, what he needs is a good going over by the SP...."
"But boss, then he'll be useless for work for weeks! We saw that slave a couple of weeks ago with his back and butt all torn up, and bruised black and blue all over, and you said yourself that his owner was probably going to lose out big time as the slave couldn't work.... And that his value had been dramatically reduced by the whip scars.... Isn't it worth letting me try, boss, before you lose out on your investment?"
The boss's finger hesitated on his cell, then he shrugged. "OK. You try, Steve. But this is Jeff's last chance. Either I see some fucking in a very short time, or it's the SP..."
"Boss, it might be easier if it was just Jeff and me.... The first time, you know.... Couldn't you go and have breakfast, and leave us to it... When you come back I promise I'll have fucked Jeff...."
"I've never heard such rubbish! Why on earth should you slaves be concerned about doing anything in front of me? I'm your owner, remember? Slaves have no reason to be modest about their bodies at all, and least of all in front of their owner...."
"Please, boss, it would be so much easier....."
I could see the boss getting crosser and crosser now, then he turned and as he went to leave the room snapped "Steve, you'd better do as you said. I think I've been far too lax with you men generally, and this is what it has led to. So I think that if I do need to call the SP, it probably would not be a bad idea to have them punish both of you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, boss", I responded, inwardly trembling at what I'd now got myself in to - the slave we'd seen after an SP beating had not been a pleasant sight at all, and I could only imagine the pain he must have been in with his mangled body.
The boss closed the door behind him, and I went over to Jeff. "Come on, Jeff... You know what we've got to do...."
"No, Steve! I'm a stud. I'm not a fag. I'm not going to take a dick up my ass. I didn't do that in the marines, not even when a lot of the guys in the barracks did it when we were on a long exercise away from our families... And I'm not going to start now."
"You heard what the boss said - he'll have the SP in...."
"Fuck him, then! I can take it. I was a marine, remember? You get used to taking a lot of physical stuff during training.... It's not a problem...."
"Jeff, cut the crap! Remember that slave we saw?"
"So? Whip marks, a hell of a lot of bruising.... I can take it...."
"And what about me, Jeff? You heard the boss.... If he gets the SP in, it's going to be to both of us. Don't you care about me? I wasn't a marine, I don't think I can take those clubs and boots landing on my body, or the whip...."
Jeff kind of stopped, as if he needed to think about what he was saying. Then he looked at me, and muttered "I'm sorry, Steve.... But that's the way it's got to be....."
I was getting desperate. As I've told you, Jeff's a fantastically nice guy, you couldn't want a better friend, buddy, companion, helper.... But he's not the brightest of the bright, and when he makes his mind up about something, he can be damned stubborn and there's generally no shaking him. Inwardly I shuddered a the thought of the SP abusing my body. I had to try something, even though it might really piss Jeff off - well, after all, things could hardly be much worse, could they?
"You keep on about the marines, Jeff. So I never had you marked down as a coward! Is that why they threw you out?"
He looked amazed. "They didn't throw me out - they just didn't renew my engagement... Like a lot of guys, as I told you...."
"You're sure it wasn't because they saw that yellow streak in you? A marine who's afraid...."
"I'm not afraid. Not afraid of anything! Not ever..."
"...except a bit of sex with your best buddy."
"I'm not afraid of that. It's just that I'm not a fag, I'm a stud, I...."
"You're afraid, Jeff, admit it! What's being a fag got to do with anything? You're afraid that if you let me ram my dick up you, you'll hurt so much that you'll shout and scream, just like some of those bitches we fuck really hard. You don't think you can take it....."
"Of course I can...."
"So what's stopping you?"
"I'm a stud...."
"And so am I, Jeff! Do you think I'm any less of a stud because you've been fucking me recently?"
"No...."
"Well then, what's the problem? Come on.... Look, let's just do this and save us both a lot of pain: you surely don't want me to get beaten up by the SP, do you, even if you think you could take it yourself?"
"No...."
"...and when you've been fucking me, haven't you enjoyed it? No, don't answer - I know you have , from the way you've been behaving afterwards - holding me close, kissing me, whispering all those things in my ears as you laughed because you were so happy!"
I saw him hesitate, and just stand there. Then, although I thought it might hurt him, I pressed on. "You know what, Jeff? I reckon a guy who really enjoys sticking his dick up another guy's ass is a fag. It's one thing to do it because you've been ordered to, and quite another to be so fucking happy afterwards from all the pleasure it's given you.... I reckon that's the fag thing, Jeff. It's not the poor bloke who has to lie there, and who was in effect raped the first time.... So if you're worried about being a fag, Jeff, I reckon you're already there...."
I thought he was going to hit me! His fists clenched and his arms raised and he came towards me with a terrible rage on his face. I blurted out "But you aren't, are you, Jeff? You're just a regular guy who really likes fucking the bitches but who makes the best of things when he's ordered to do something else.
You wanted to make me feel OK about it, didn't you? So you really pretended to enjoy it...."
He stopped in mid track, and I could see him thinking.
"Well I guess so, Steve.... I knew you're not a fag, and I thought you'd hate it...."
"It's the same for you then, isn't it, Jeff? You're going to hate it, as you're a stud. But you've got to take my dick to stop me being punished, and to let the boss see that you're not afraid...."
He half nodded, and I saw that I'd won and began to relax. Being beaten to a pulp by the SP would be bad enough, but to have had Jeff hit me would have been worse.... Still, I had to seize the opportunity, and I went and nestled my body against his, one arm around him and I nuzzled at that wonderful place between the neck and the shoulder. I was almost intoxicated by his scent, and I let my other hand roam down his belly, then under the waistband of his shorts, and gently began to stroke his dick. He was rock hard instantly, and I muttered to him "Come on then, Jeff... Let's show the boss what two studs who really like each other as buddies can do.... Lie back on the bed, and let me jerk you off...."
"Why....?"
"Well, because you like it and I like it.... But more practically, do you want me to go into you dry? Come on, Jeff.... Your ass may be able to take it without lube, but my dick can't... I'm still recovering from an operation, remember?"
Slowly, Jeff backed towards the bed, me still holding him, then sat down on the edge, and lay back. I knelt at his spread legs, and started to tug at his shorts - he raised his butt up off the bed to free them, and I slid them off totally. Then with my hands on his knees, I leant forward and began to suck and lap at his dick, doing all the little things with my tongue that I knew really turned him on. Soon I saw the characteristic scrabbling of his hands on the bed as, with his eyes closed, Jeff went off into some sort of fantasy place. I stopped, and then began to stroke his dick, now covered in my spit, ever so gently, and as Jeff's moans of excitement got a little louder, allowed my hand to grip him harder and harder.
I felt the first splashes of pre-cum land on my face as I knelt there, then quickly pointed Jeff's dick towards his face so that as his cum erupted it mostly landed on his lovely belly, and lay there glistening on his sweat-soaked body, emphasising the faint treasure trail of his dark blond hair. A shaft of longing, of desire, went through me and I wanted to thrown myself on Jeff, kiss him, tell him what a fantastic guy he was... But there was work to do, wasn't there?
I scooped up some of Jeff's usual huge load of cum and gingerly and tenderly began to stroke this asshole. I heard and felt him start to sit up, but said quietly "Jeff, just lie there, buddy.... Lie there and carry on enjoying it....", emphasising this by pressing down on his belly with my other hand - it was no control at all, really, as he could easily have sat up if he'd wanted to, but somehow it seemed the right thing to do, as if having my hand pushing down on him lightly exerted some real influence.
My finger slipped in, and it seemed surprisingly easy.
Jeff's body moved slightly as I slid my finger in and out, and to my surprise I heard him begin to make the same sort of noises as he had when I'd been jerking him off. This made me bolder, and knowing how assiduously he worked on me to lube and stretch me, I started to insinuate a second finger into him.... And again Jeff's tone showed no distress, only enjoyment!
Look, there are some things that are pretty private and personal: the first time I ever fucked a guy, the first time Jeff took dick... And I don't think a detailed description of what turned out to be a totally joyous time has any place on the written page where it will be seen by others. That was a very special time for Jeff and me, and after some initial hesitancy where in spite of everything Jeff seemed reluctant to actually let me begin properly, we were soon fucking away like real lovers. And I ended up in that most wonderful position for two guys who really like each other - lying along Jeff's back, my sweating chest, heart pounding, pressed into his strong back and my dick still buried in his ass, my legs straddling and sort of intertwined with his, and my face pressed into his neck and shoulders.
"So...?", I finally muttered. It was hard to speak, as my face was almost split in half by a huge smile. "So, marine boy, how was that?"
Jeff turned his head, which had been half buried in the bed, so that his face was looking up at me. He too had a huge, face-cracking smile on him. "Hey, stud.... "
We both laughed. Then I whispered "Jeff, if this is what it's like to be a fag, then count me in.... Your ass is fifty times better than any of those bitches...."
"Only fifty, Steve?" He stopped smiling quite so much then and looked a bit more serious. "You don't think this is wrong, do you, Steve?"
"Hey, buddy... You enjoyed it, didn't you?" He nodded. "Not just enjoyed it? I reckon from the way you were shouting and hollering it was some of the best sex you've ever had?" He nodded again. "Me too!
So how on earth can something that causes two guys so much pleasure possibly be wrong?"
"But Steve... We're guys...."
"So? I reckon we've been missing out, buddy! It felt good on my dick, and your ass didn't seem to mind.... And I reckon the same is true when you fucked me."
He nodded, and I smiled at him again. "So if guys' dicks like fucking ass, and guys' asses get a thrill from taking a good fucking, what can possibly be wrong? If you ask me we've been designed that way - didn't they teach you anything in the marines about male bonding?"
"Yes, they reckoned it was really important in the platoon...."
"Well I reckon you and me have bonded better, and closer, that you ever did to any of your marine buddies! It seems to me that us two lying here now, like this, are as close as ever two guys ever get to each other.... And, well for me, at least, it's kind of nice....."
Jeff's head thrust up unexpectedly, and he planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Me too, Steve....."
I don't know what we'd have said next if at that moment the door to our room hadn't opened and the boss strode in. He looked down at us, me still buried in Jeff's ass and the two of us looking so happy and totally relaxed. "So, you two studs appear to have discovered something about yourselves", he commented. "I don't have to ask if you fucked Jeff, Steve - the evidence seems pretty clear. Now, come on, you two.... We've got a bit of a drive, and it's the first of our little exhibitions today.... You'd better get Jeff cleaned up, Steve.... And wash your dick! "
It seemed odd to be standing there at the wash basin casually washing my dick, and then going back with some toilet tissue and wiping Jeff's ass - as I pried his butt apart and saw his hole, now looking slightly puffy from my ministrations, I couldn't help smiling. If anyone had asked me in advance I'd have said that wiping a guy's ass would have been utterly disgusting, but somehow it now seemed exactly the right thing to do, I was so close to Jeff..
We went to pull on our shorts and Ts, but the boss stopped us. "It occurs to me that at our demonstration this afternoon Steve is going to get fucked by you, Jeff... And it won't be very nice for those elegant ladies if when it's all over you stand there waving that dick of yours around all coated in Steve's crap - not only is it aesthetically displeasing, but we have to think of the smell in the drawing room. So whilst you two were "'getting properly acquainted', as we might say, I went over to the drugstore and bought this....."
Well, it was an enema kit! And perhaps to show that he was still "top dog", Jeff seemed to take an almost perverse delight in using it on me. As the boss watched with an amused expression on his face Jeff ordered me around as if I was some sort of kid, making me lie over the edge of the bathtub, slapping my butt playfully as he said I wasn't relaxed as he greased the nozzle and pushed it up into me, and so on. Actually, what ought to have been a pretty humiliating experience turned into almost a game for him and me, and when I'd finally finished sitting on the lavatory, blowing out the fourth washing, and Jeff had pronounced it clear and the boss seemed happy, I grabbed his arm. "Your turn now, buddy...."
"Hell no, Steve! Its you who's getting fucked this afternoon...."
I looked at the boss. "Well that's the plan, isn't it? But suppose those ladies take one look at that muscular ass of yours, Jeff, and decide they'd like to see me riding it? I reckon it's best to be prepared....."
I could see the boss smiling, and he added "In any case, Jeff, it will be good practice for you - after all, it's only a matter of time before we do a 'demonstration' where Steve si fucking you, as we discussed - and it won't hurt you to get used to the idea of being prepared...."
So we went through the whole thing again, and this time I slapped Jeff's butt, just as he'd done mine, even though there was no real need for it, as I thought it helped him to understand that we were the same: two guys together, both equal. And that it was not about always having him in charge just because he was a bit bigger, a bit older, a bit stronger, and an ex-marine!
The boss was in a really good mood as we drove off, and even stopped at a McDonalds so that Jeff and I could have some breakfast as we'd missed it - and he even allowed us to have a choice the free man's stuff, too, and not the McChow burgers! He was laughing as Jeff ate his ravenously, and commented that sex was obviously good for him. But even though we all set out in a good mood, as we got closer and closer to the house where I'd first been forced to fuck a really old woman, and had been "nailed", the laughter and jokes seemed to evaporate and a kind of almost sad silence set in.
Finally the boss spoke. "Look, these people are paying me a big fee to see two handsome studs who look as if they're enjoying life! I don't want all this gloom, and faces like wet weekends! There's no problem, is there? You're used to Jeff's dick, aren't you, Steve? And you like fucking, don't you, Jeff? "
Jeff nodded, but I said "Yes, boss... But it's having those people watching....."
"Oh don't be childish! You've been watched lots of times before. Almost every studding...."
"But boss, when Jeff has fucked me before, it's been kind of private. And now all those bitches are going to be watching....."
"Ladies, Steve!", the boss corrected. " You will be polite and respectful to the clients...."
"Sorry, boss.... But, as I was saying, having those ladies all watching......."
"It's OK for me, boss", Jeff added, somewhat unhelpfully. "I've never been shy, as you know. I've never minded folk watching me at work. And I don't reckon it's any different for me, just because it's Steve's ass and not some nigga's cunt...."
"And you will watch your language, too, Jeff! I don't think those ladies like the idea of you using the 'C' word - it's considered offensive in many circles!"
"Yes, boss. But, anyway, I reckon they want to see my body, and they really want to see my butt thrusting way, just like they always do. The fact that it's young Steve here underneath, and not some slave bitch...."
"You may be right, Jeff. But I wonder.... As I said earlier, I think they'll also be rather excited at the prospect of two handsome, virile men actually doing it, rather than a male and a female slave. But, in any event, at least at the start, I want to see you both looking bright and cheerful! And you, Jeff, can look smiling and happy at the end, too. But I want to see you looking really pissed off, Steve - ideally I'd like to see tears rolling don your cheeks from where Jeff's huge cock has violated you, ravaged you, really hurt you as it's forced its way into you.... I want those ladies feeling really sorry for young Steve....."
"I'm not sure I can, boss... When Jeff's dick goes into me it's a pretty good feeling...."
"Well fake it! Most of the ladies in the room will be used to that, anyway."
We had to wait quite a long time after we'd arrived there before they were ready for us. The boss had me lie in the back of the SUV as Jeff jerked me off and hen slicked and stretched me, and then we both stood there totally naked as he dished out absolutely brand new sparkling white shorts and Ts to each of us : as we finally went into the house and past a mirror in the slave quarters positioned so that the household slaves could keep a check on their appearance as they went between the slave quarters and the "real" house, I have to say that I thought we looked good: two almost perfect specimens of manhood: lean, virile, fit, handsome, and, somehow, confident looking.
As we were led in to the drawing room my first impression was of the overpowering scent of heavy, musky, expensive perfumes: Jeff and I didn't use anything, of course, and I suppose we were only used to the strong natural scent of a male, but his was almost overpowering. And the noise was a shock, too - a shrill, almost deafening chatter as the twelve or so women all seemed to be talking to each other simultaneously. The boss led us into a small area that had been cleared roughly in the centre of the room, and it seemed that the couches and chairs had been roughly arranged so that they were in a semicircle around us. We stood there, Jeff and me, side by side, and waited. Gradually the chatter subsided and the beady eyes of he ladies seemed to settle on us. I felt myself starting to blush under their intense scrutiny, and then, to my horror, that familiar tightening sensation at the front of my shorts as my dick began to stiffen. Finally, as silence fell, the hostess, the bitch who'd had us nailed the last time, clapped her hands lightly and said "Now, ladies, something a little different to finish our lunch...." She pointed at us and said "This is Steve and Jeff..... Or Jeff and Steve.... You'll have no difficulty telling which is which, once they're naked as they're well tattooed.... Well Jeff and Steve are here to entertain us. I can personally vouch for both of these slaves as being excellent studs...."
A little ripple of amusement went around the room as she went on "...but it occurred to me that stud slaves like this might also be a show together.... So I've arranged this little exhibition....."
She stopped, and said casually "So, boys, why don't you take those clothes off, so we can all take a closer look at what we're about to enjoy....."
Look, I don't know what I was expecting, really! I suppose Id thought that there'd e a bed, or something, and I'd lie on it, and Jeff would kind of cuddle up to me, and it would be like when we'd been in bed together, except for the audience. But as we pulled off our Ts and then pushed our shorts down over our hips, it was clear that a little more was expected! First, we had to walk around the women, so they could take a good look at us: so we made a slow progression around the room - the boss instructed Jeff to start at one end, and me at the other. The women took a keen interest in our physiques, and I mean a really keen interest! Their fingers stroked my muscles, tweaked my nipples and then, as they seemed to get bolder as the time progressed, their fingers with their long scarlet nails coiled around my dick, cupped my balls ,and generally did those kind of things to a guy that only his girlfriend should do. I saw Jeff flushing with embarrassment as we crossed half way, and I suppose I was doing the same. I was going to protest when the first woman told me to bend over in front of her, but I saw the boss looking sternly at me and finally thought "Oh well, why not?"
First her finger traced along the "S" on my butt and I heard her talk to her companion about how essential a slave brand was, as it finally brought home to "criminals like this" that their life had changed for ever. Well, wild I might have been, but calling me a criminal was bit much! But then when she told me to reach back and prise my butt apart, such a wave of humiliation swept over me that I hesitated.... And at once her shrill voice called out "Will someone discipline this slave?", so, quickly, before the boss took action, I did as I'd been told.
"Look at that!", she told her companion. "I understand that this young one is the one who's going to get fucked. So take a look at his pucker now.... I expect it will be really different once that enormous appendage of the other slave has been up there! And I
suppose they've shaved him down there - with all that agreeable hair elsewhere on him, I can't believe he could be naturally smooth like that...." He tone changed, as she snapped "Are you shaved down here, boy?"
"Yes, ma'am...", I managed to stutter, not sure that my voice would reach behind me.
"And the balls?" She hardly waited for me to mutter another "yes, ma'am", before she added to her friend "This young slave is well hung, isn't he? Look how those big balls of his are filling his sac and dangling there between his thighs. I saw to of our slaves fucking each other one day and it's really interesting to see what happens when both of them are well hung and low-hanging - the one on top's balls kind of slap into the one underneath.... I suppose it gives them some sort of perverse pleasure or enjoyment...."
If I hadn't been blushing before, I was now. I mean, it was just as if I was some prize bull or ram or something, being appraised by a farmer for my sperm-producing ability. But fortunately my shame did at least mean that I wasn't even close to boning up, so I should at least have been thankful for small mercies.
Once everyone had finished really inspecting us it was time for the "demonstration". Jeff took charge - well, he can be a bit like that.... When he thinks he's sure about what he's doing, and he's on safe ground, he likes to make the running a bit. He grabbed hold of my biceps with one hand and began to slap at my butt with the other - very loud "slap" noises went around the room, and although it didn't hurt at first as I thought Jeff was just being a bit playful, you know how it is: even gentle slaps on your butt get painful if there are enough of them! So I tried to pull away, and that seemed to excite Jeff: I felt his fingers grip my biceps really hard, and, if anything, the next two slaps were even harder, and I shouted out "Stop it, Jeff.... That hurts..."
I saw the women start to look really interested now, and nod their heads as if in approval. "Right, boy! If you're tenderised a bit, let's get down to it" Jeff called in reply. I must say it hadn't occurred to me how we were going to do it - there was, as I said, no bed or anything - but Jeff almost threw me down onto the floor before half leaping on me. He flattened me onto the thick pile of the carpet, and then, before I could protest, had hauled my ass up into the air whilst keeping one hand on the nape of my neck - his fingers were really painful, and I began to complain, and to struggle.
I know now that resisting Jeff when he's ready for sex is not a sensible thing to do - well, I mean, when a guy's ready to fuck, it's pretty primeval, isn't it? I reckon a lot of stuff that bitches think of as rape is only because they got the guy to think they were ready for sex and then somehow changed their mind at the last moment: but by then the guy's all fired up, isn't he? Well, in much the same way I reckon Jeff's basic instincts read my attempts to relieve the sheer discomfort of his fingers as some sort of attempt on my part to stop all of it and he probably couldn't help reacting as he did: two really hard, and I mean really hard, slaps to my butt (which caused me to cry out partly in shock, partly with the hurt, and partly in alarm), and then, without any further preliminaries, he thrust himself into me,
I say "thrust himself in to me" but, to be fair to Jeff, I reckon it was only his dick head that thrust so brutally through my sphincter, and even though it had been stretched and lubed, the incredible sharp pain that shot through me was enough to make me scream out. Jeff did slow then, but was absolutely intent on getting his dick all the way in, in not allowing anything to interfere with him skewering me on his dick. So although I cried out, it was perhaps only a few seconds before I felt his hot, sweaty thighs up against mine, and I knew he was buried deep inside me.
"Right, boy.... Now for some serious fucking...", he muttered in a tone that was quite unlike the Jeff I usually knew, a tone that was harsh, and uncaring.
My cries ran around the room, in time with Jeff's vigorous fucking. But not for all that long - he tired of taking me "doggy", and before I could resist, had me lying on my side with him behind me, one leg in the air, so he could get right into me from the side. Am I the only one to find this particularly painful at the best of times? And then, just as my ragged breathing was catching up and I was trying to shout and fight him, he pulled out, flipped me over on to my back, grabbed my ankles and spread my legs, pushing them up towards my head, and a look of gloating triumph on his face forced himself into me once more in the classic "missionary" position.
Look, I know that two guys can prolong love making for hours, almost. But this wasn't love making - this was one guy fucking another: harsh, brutal fucking. And Jeff was clearly so excited that it just couldn't be sustained. I don't know why he did it, but after a really small number of strokes (thank God, as it was really hurting now), he pulled out, carried on kneeling between my outstretched legs, and shot a huge load all along the length of my body.
There was total silence in the room then, broken only by the sounds of our laboured breathing and my faint whimpers as I struggled to get my body back under control. There was a little timid applause at first, but then I heard the women begin to discuss what had happened and gradually their tone got more and more angry. Finally I saw the hostess say something to the boss, and he came over, took my hand, and helped me get to my feet, leaving Jeff kneeling there. Jeff looked at the boss expectantly, as he thought he'd done a good job, but the boss kind of ignored him. I was led over to the hostess, who had called to one of her household slaves who was now holding a snowy-white bathrobe, a bathrobe of such softness and luxury that it was like nothing I had ever experienced, even before I was a slave. The household slave helped me put it on, and I tied the belt loosely around the waist, and then, to my astonishment, a couple of the ladies came over, led me to one of the couches, and sat me down between them.
They started to wipe the sweat off my face, and were telling me that I was a brave boy, and that "that brute of a slave deserves a whipping". They were joined by another of the ladies who was offering me a chocolate from one of the piles lying around after lunch on their silver trays, and I was almost enjoying being pampered like this until I felt one of the women's hands resting on my knee, and then gradually start to make its way along my bare thigh.
"No, please....", I muttered feebly, but the woman just made a kind of dismissive "shhh" noise, and began to stroke my dick gently. "You poor boy - you need someone to take care of you after that.....", she murmured. Well, perhaps I did - but I didn't want some old crone beginning to jerk me off, did I?
It was poor Jeff who was really taking it, though: as he knelt there the women walked past him and almost without exception they bent slightly and slapped him hard, across the face. I thought for one dreadful moment Jeff was going to retaliate, or even act defiantly, but to my immense relief I saw him grasp one hand with the other behind his back, and bow his head as if in supplication as they continued to mistreat him.
I could feel my dick getting hard, and saw it peeping out through the edges of my robe, and the women around me began to smile. "He's obviously not hurt badly", one said, pointing at my dick head and shaft which were dark against the snowy whiteness of the robe. "Let's have him take his revenge on the other slave", the second one suggested. "We could have him cane the bully, or..."
"....or have him do the same thing?", the third woman asked brightly. "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, as my old granny used to say, and looking at the state of this boy here I feel certain that that bully of a slave would begin to regret what he's done...."
I felt myself stiffen even more at the thought of Jeff being made to accept my dick under these circumstances, but, perhaps fortunately, at that moment the hostess announced that it was time to agree on the next meeting date. The bright, animated chatter broke out all over again, and I was left sitting there, my erection subsiding, as Jeff remained kneeling on the carpet. It was just as if we had never existed.
Not quite forgotten, though: as the meeting broke up and the women left, they came past me and did little "cosseting" things to me - patting the short hair on my head, or "chucking" my under the chin, or ear, just as if I was a pet. And they gave me money! The first lady gave me five new dollars*, tucking it into the breast pocket of the luxurious robe, but the second one, seeing this and obviously trying to outdo her, gave me ten! And by the time the last lady had left, I actually had a couple of one hundred new dollar notes. Fuck me - I'd never had as much money as this of my own before, and if I'd have known when I was a student how easy it was to get money out of old women, I might have had a different career!
Our hostess offered the use of the slave showers before we left, and, very unusually as I suspected she had not been down in the basement before, she stood there chatting to the boss as Jeff and I soaped and washed each other as we always did, her eyes seeming to glitter with excitement as she looked once more at our bodies. I heard her say to the boss that it was a pity she had a dinner engagement that night, or else she might have negotiated to hire us as we were "such fun and such nice boys". I'm sure I felt Jeff shudder, as I did, when we heard this.
Once back in the SUV Jeff said to the boss "Well, pretty good, eh, boss? A really good show for them!"
"The problem is, Jeff, that I'm not sure it was a show for you! Your treatment of Steve bordered on the brutal. I think you owe Steve a big apology...."
"It's OK, boss!", I cut in. "Jeff was just a bit.... Well, playful, I suppose. But he was excited, and you know what happens when a guy is excited.... And, anyway, I earned all this money... I've never had so much of my own...."
"Well, Steve, I'm going to give you an opportunity to be 'playful' with Jeff, I think. And hand over the money - a slave has no money of his own, it's all his owner's."
"Boss, that's unfair.... I earned it... It was my ass that was reamed, that's still fucking sore...."
The boss smiled. "Ah, Steve - as ever, trying to argue with me.... Will you never learn? I'll forgive you the beating you deserve, but hand the money over, and hand it over now."
Well, what could I do? I suppose he was right.
End Of Part Eight
- Readers are reminded that after the hyperinflation following the oil crisis of the early part of the century, the dollar had to be replaced by new dollars in an effort to get the economy moving once more. It is difficult to provide exact exchange rates for dollars to new dollars as once the inflation passed one thousand percent, such comparisons become meaningless.