Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2003 00:06:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST : A Slave's Life, Part 12

A SLAVE'S LIFE, Part 12

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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We didn't have long to wait!  The door opened and the
owner's son and his friend came in and looked at us.

"Shall we take all three up?  It would be fun to make
them fuck the young guy whilst we watched - we could
imagine what it would be like to be taken hard by them
ourselves."

"No, we've seen that before on camera.  He likes it,
anyway - he doesn't mind them really going at his ass.
 Let's save him for later for a little private session
with just the three of us - we'll do that 'spit
roasting' thing we've always wanted to try:  you can
rape his throat, and I'll fuck his ass.  We need to
practice that sort of thing so we don't feel foolish
when we meet all the new lads at Uni.  Let's just pick
up where we left off - we'll fuck the two studs again,
but you take the one called Craig and I'll take Jon.
Then we'll both have fucked each of them, and we can
compare notes."

I could feel the degradation of being a sex slave,
now.  I had no choice in any of this - they were just
going to do what they wanted.  And somehow, being in
London, rather than on the estate, made it all so much
worse - I knew that just outside this house, wherever
it was in the conurbation, there was normal life.
Men like me were going home, or to work, or out to
meet their girl friends, or whatever, and all I had to
look forward to was another brutal fucking by these
young lads.

The owner's son called the guards over, and told them
to get us cleaned up thoroughly inside, and then they
left.

"Who's first, then?", one of the guards asked,
although he wasn't interested in a reply as he
unlocked our cell door and just motioned me out,
waving his prod suggestively.

"Kneel!", he commanded, and I felt the cold concrete,
hard under my knees.  The other guard came up holding
something metal, and the next instant I felt it, cold,
around my neck.  There was a little ratcheting sound,
and I realised I'd been collared, and the guard was
adjusting the "fit" of it so that it was tight, but
not so tight that I couldn't breathe easily.

Each of my arms was then taken and moved by the guards
behind my neck, where there were cuffs attached to the
collar to hold my wrists securely.

"That's better...", one guard said. "Sometimes you
slave are inclined to do silly things as there are
only two of us on duty.  But with your wrists cuffed
like that, anything you try is going to fail.  Now,
get under the shower..."

He indicated an area  in the corner where there was a
grille on the floor and a shower head set in the
ceiling.  As I stood there he first of all told me to
piss and crap, which I needed to as the last time I'd
been able to do this was on the estate.  But with my
hands cuffed behind my neck I couldn't pull my ass
cheeks apart properly, so I knew my ass crack would be
a little unpleasant!

The water then came on, and one of the guards quickly
stripped and came under the shower to join me.  He was
in his early forties, and in quite good shape - I
guessed he was one of those men who tries to hang on
to his fitness by working out regularly, whilst doing
a dull, routine job as a guard that really didn't
cause him to use his body at all.  He had a nice
sized, uncut cock, though, and as he came towards me
he had an erection.   His mate was laughing a bit as
he watched this, and told him to get on with it, as he
wasn't allowed to play with us.

As we both stood there under the sluicing water, I
felt something different - water that seemed slightly
cooler than the shower.  I looked down, and saw that
the naked guard was taking a piss, but he was using my
thigh as a urinal - completely unashamedly he was
standing there directing his thick stream of piss
against my body, so that it splashed over me and ran
down my leg.  I moved away  in disgust, but he snapped
at me "Stand still!  A man needs something to piss
against."

Well, he's right, I suppose - I personally hate just
standing somewhere and pissing, as I like to do it up
against a wall or a tree or something (or, of course,
before I was a slave, against the porcelain of a
proper urinal).  And I know there's nothing wrong with
piss - it's sterile, after all.  But even though we
all used each others' bodies for sex, it wasn't the
habit in our work group to piss on each other - we
just did it down the grille - and this is something
that had never happened to me before.  Well,
obviously, not in my former life - you don't piss on
your mates in the Club showers, do you?  I just had to
chalk this up to yet another of the humiliations I'd
got to learn to expect as a slave.

As soon as he'd finished he shook his cock to spray
the last few drops of piss out, then started to wash
me. He seemed to get a lot of pleasure from running
his soapy hands all over me on the pretext of cleaning
me properly, and he especially enjoyed rubbing his
slicked fingers up and down my cock shaft, and then
standing right behind me, putting one arm around me to
pull me close to him, and reaching down to soap my
crack.  He paid more than enough attention to my
pucker, and he seemed to get a perverse pleasure in
continuing to pretend he was washing me as I wriggled
and squirmed against him in response to the tickling
and itching he was causing me!  I suppose it's
understandable - it is fun to have another man's soapy
body sliding up and down yours, isn't it?  And the
guard did seem to be really enjoying it - perhaps the
poor guy didn't get to enjoy this very often, as he
didn't have a whole lot of close work mates as I did.

His cock was really hard by the time he considered
he'd "done" me, and I thought he might be about to
shoot.  But no - I was made to bend over, and he took
the shower hose, attached a metal fitting to it
instead of the shower head, and I realised I was about
to get my second enema.

Once I was painfully full and my stomach was
distended, the guard didn't make me jump up and down
as I'd had to on the estate - instead he came up
behind me, wrapped both arms around my body and
pressed himself so close to me that I could feel his
cock nestling into my ass crack, then kind of
"jiggled" me up and down.   I suppose it did have the
effect of moving the enema around inside me - or  that
was the excuse - but it also must have been giving him
fantastic sensations.  It was good for me, actually,
and I liked the way our wet bodies slid over each
other and I could tell from the way his cock was
jutting and thrusting that he was really turned on by
me.

It only took three changes of water before he judged
me to be "clean", and by then  I couldn't understand
why he hadn't cum - his cock had been pressed against
me so much that I really didn't know how he'd managed
to restrain himself.

I was put back into the cell, and he told Craig to
kneel whilst he was similarly collared and cuffed.
The guard actually led Craig over to the grille using
Craig's cock as a handle to pull him along with, and
as Craig was crouched down, trying to crap, the naked
guard called to his mate
"Are you going to clean this one up?  That one I've
just done was spectacular - I've never had such a
great slave body to feel.  It's a pity I couldn't fuck
him - but perhaps there'll be an opportunity when
those two lads have finished with him.  Hurry up,
though - get those clothes off if you're going to do
it...."

"No - you do him, too.  Now you're all wet, you might
as well carry on.  And, anyway, I'm not sure I could
stop myself shooting if I actually got to touch that
slave."

"You're just shy, aren't you?  You don't want me to
see that body of yours - your old lady's been feeding
you too well, and the way your belt is straining these
days I think you're getting fat! There's no point in
being shy about it - you need to get down to the gym,
mate!"

"Well you're not the body beautiful you used to be,
either!  I think you just want me to get naked so that
you can fuck me afterwards.  I've had my bout of sex
today, thank you, before I came to work.  So get on
with it - we don't want those lads complaining to the
owner that we're slacking - there aren't many security
jobs that pay as much as this one, you know, and I
don't want to go back to patrolling warehouses all the
time - this is so much more interesting, and the
bonuses are great."

The guard who had washed me laughed, then led Craig
over to the grille by his cock.  I could see Craig
hated it and tried to hold back, but when a man's got
his hand wrapped around your cock and your wrists are
immobile behind your neck, there's not a lot you can
do about it, is there?

As the guard went through the washing, giving of an
enema, and general exploration of Craig's body in the
same way as he'd done mine, I could see Craig almost
protesting - his whole body was taught and on edge,
and he kept trying to move away from the guard, or
make it difficult for the man to do his work by
slightly twisting his body away from the man's hands.
It looked to me as if Craig was very close to doing
something stupid - kicking the guard, perhaps, or
throwing himself at the man.  But fortunately his
ordeal finished before this had a chance to happen,
and the guard again led him back into our cell using
his cock as a handle.

The two of us stood there, humiliatingly cuffed and
naked, and we watched as the guard towelled himself
dry (no such luxury for us - we were shivering
slightly as the water evaporated from our bodies) and
dressed.  The other guard meanwhile had used a
telephone to call and say we were ready, but when he
put the phone down he told the first one that they
weren't ready for us yet  "They've sent out for
pizza", he said, "and have decided to eat first,
before using these slaves."

 I could hardly believe it.  It was bad enough that
they'd had us shipped here as some sort of sex toys
for them, but then to prefer to send out for pizza
rather than getting on with it - well, it showed just
how little value was placed on slaves.

"Mind you", he went on, "It's not all bad - they've
said they're only going to use the two big studs
tonight, and that we can use the young one, if we want
to.  So who's going first?"

The two guards then did that thing I remembered we
used to do in my office when we were trying to decide
who was to go out for coffee - they "spoofed" for it,
jiggling the coins in their pockets, then holding
their clenched fists out for both of them to see.  It
was another instance of the way in which the owner's
slave-owning practices corrupted everything - I
couldn't believe that if these guys had been ordinary
security guards working on regular assignments in
London that they'd ever be thinking of fucking a young
guy as casually as this.

As it so happens it was the one who'd stripped and
showered Craig and me who won.  Both of them came into
the cell and pulled Stu out, and all Craig and I could
do was stand there helplessly and watch:  not only
were their prods at the ready, but our arms were
immobile behind our heads.

They pushed Stu down so that he was lying on a crate
with his ass over the edge, and "Our" guard quickly
dropped his uniform trousers again .  He didn't even
bother to get naked - he just tucked his shirt up into
itself a bit, wanked quickly at his cock to make it
rock hard, then advanced on poor Stu.  He roughly
kicked Stu's legs apart to position the lad at the
right height, then started to push himself in.  Stu
started to shout - the bastard had not even made the
simplest attempt at lubing his cock or Stu's hole, and
I knew how much it must have been hurting as the guard
tried to force himself in.  Craig and I joined in,
screaming at him to take care of Stu properly, but the
guard just looked around at us and said "Shut the fuck
up!  It's not often I really get a chance to plug a
tight young hole - I'm going to enjoy this, and show
the lad what it means to have a real cock up him, not
some greased-up tool that just slips in.  He's got to
remember his trip to London...."

As he finished saying this, he thrust forward
vigorously, and Stu screamed.  We could tell from the
angle of the guard's thighs that he'd rammed himself
fully home.  Stu carried on shouting as the guard
fucked him, and we at first kept calling out to try to
get it all stopped, until the second guard poked at us
through the bars with his prod and told us that he'd
be in to silence us if we didn't "keep our fucking
traps shut."

There was nothing we could do except stand there
helplessly and see Stu raped.  Actually, it was
exciting in a a way, and I noticed that it wasn't only
me who had a complete hard-on, but Craig too.  You
know how it is - there's something special about
watching a guy's ass as he thrusts backwards and
forwards in sex:  the way the skin tightens and
loosens, the tendons flexing behind the knees, the
movement of the big muscles in the ass and thighs -
they all make you realise just how well designed the
male is for fucking.

He didn't take long to cum - well, when you're not
lubed, you do get a lot more sensation in your cock,
don't you, and that makes it difficult to sustain a
long session even if you want to.  He pulled out of
Stu, and the lad just lay there, chest heaving, and
half-sobbing.  Craig and I both knew that he tried so
hard to be a real man that he must be really hurting
if he was prepared to give way like that, and we
really felt for him:  if we could have, we'd have been
comforting him, but as it was, we couldn't even shout
a few words of encouragement.

"I've really loosened him up for you", the guard was
saying to his mate.  "And his hole's all slicked with
my cum.  Your turn next...."

"No, I don't think so.  You know I don't like getting
your cum all over me..."

"Chickening out, as usual!  What's the matter - can't
you get it up?  You're always bragging about how many
times a week you give it to your old lady... But when
you've got a nice hard young ass here, you chicken
out.  Anyone would think you didn't like fucking....
Are you planning to become a catholic priest or
something?  They don't fuck, you know...."

"Don't be so stupid!  I like a fuck as much as the
next man.  But I just don't like going up an ass
that's already full of another man's cum...."

The first guard stopped pulling his uniform trousers
back on, and instead bent down and slipped off his
boots, then kicked his trousers off, and stripped out
of his shirt.  He grabbed hold of Stu and dragged him
over to the shower, and now it was Stu's turn to get
washed out with the shower hose!  The guard was very
quick, and a dripping wet Stu was soon sprawled on the
crate again.

"There!  Don't say I don't care about you.  There
aren't a lot of guys who'd do that for a mate.  Now
he's squeaky clean up there - will that be all right
for you, you fastidious bastard?"

The other guard didn't reply, but dropped his trousers
and advanced on Stu just as his companion had done.
And it was just as bad for Stu this time, too, as he'd
lost all the cum that might otherwise have eased the
entry of the guard's cock to him.  In fact, I suppose
it was worse - he was already hurting from the first
guard, and to have another cock doing the same thing
where he was already sore and battered must have been
even more terrible.

Look, I know a quick fuck's fun sometimes, but I can't
believe either of these guards honestly enjoyed
themselves all that much - it was all over too
quickly.  Personally I like a fuck that gives me time
to "play" the guy under me - I like to vary the pace,
and the stroke length, so he never knows what's coming
next.  Even guys very used to taking cock and who have
been well prepared can be made to gasp and even shout
if you "play" them properly, and as soon as you've got
them doing that, you really know you're in control.
That's part of the pleasure for me - sure, I love the
feeling in my cock as it slides in and out of a nice
tight hole, but it's not all that different from
wanking.  No, the difference is all about making the
other guy respond to you, having him totally powerless
to stop his body responding in some sort of automatic,
animal, way as you fuck him.  The guards had none of
this pleasure - I suppose a quick rape is OK as a way
of showing your power, but why make it so quick?  If
you have got a guy helpless and totally in your
control, then you can really take your time and go the
whole way to totally dominate him.  Still, everyone's
different, and I suppose I ought to be glad for Stu's
sake that the guards basically just used him as a
means of having a quick wank!

They pushed Stu back into our cell, and Craig and I
both wanted to hug him - but with our immobilised
arms, we couldn't.  All we could do was press our
naked bodies as close to his as we could, and gently
kiss him and nuzzle his ears.  He put his arms around
us, and pulled us closer to him, and our cinched cocks
beat against each other as we all stood there.

"Christ, what a lot of faggots!", one guard said to
the other.  "Look at the way they're kissing and
fondling.  It's just as well those two are securely
cuffed, or we'd have some sort of orgy going on.  I'm
surprised the owner lets slaves behave like that -
they ought to reserve their attentions for real men."

I felt Craig tensing as he heard this, and I thought
he was going to shout at them, so I nudged at him with
my cock to distract him.  There didn't seem to be any
point in antagonising these guards and risking a
prodding.  Nothing we said was going to alter things,
so what was the point?

Even so, I think Craig would probably have done
something if at that moment the phone hadn't rung.
One of the guards answered it, and said "Right, you
two studs... They've finished their pizza, there's
nothing on TV, so they've decided it's time for their
evening's entertainment....    which is you."

The house was so big that there was actually a lift up
from where we had been kept - the basement - to the
third floor, but it was one of those small ones that
have been inserted later into the stairwell of a
conventional staircase.  The two guards and Craig and
me were therefore squashed together inside it, and
both men used the opportunity to reach down and fondle
our cinched cocks as we stood there.

"Bastards!", Craig hissed at them, and one of the
guards replied, quite conversationally "Watch it,
slave!  There's still time for me to prod you, you
know - I think those lads that are planning to fuck
you would probably like to see you twitching and
writhing on the floor first:   it might give them some
ideas for how to treat you.  That owner's son takes
after his dad, I bet, and wouldn't be averse to a bit
of rough stuff."

Fortunately the lift door slid open at that point,
before Craig had a chance to reply, and the guards led
us off down a thickly-carpeted corridor.  Both of them
used our cocks as "handles" this time, and I  hated
the feeling of the man's hot hand gripping me and
pulling me along like this - for one thing it's really
difficult to judge the pace properly, and you
half-stumble after someone leading you like this.

The room with the two young guys was almost exactly
like the one on the estate - big, with a bed, couches
and a huge TV.

"Here they are, sir", the chief guard said.

"Undo their cuffs, then leave us."

"Sir, I don't think that's advisable... One of them is
really stroppy.  They're both very strong, and I'm a
bit concerned...."

"Do you mean that they might attack us, or something?
They are slaves, you know, and they've been properly
trained.  No, it will be OK - let them lose, they know
their proper place."

"Sir, this is London!  I've been to your estate, and
things are different there - with those security
collars, they know they can't escape.  And there are
lots of guards always on hand.  Here, there are only
the two of us, and if the slaves make a run for it,
there's little to stop them.  Please reconsider, and
leave them cuffed.... Like that, provided you keep a
prod handy, there's not likely to be a problem."

"I suppose you're right - but it will spoil our fun a
bit - I like to bite a slave's neck in the heat of
passion sometimes, and with that steel collar around
it."  He paused for a moment, then wnet on "I
know..... "

The owner's son had a travel bag standing on the
coffee table, and he went over and undid from the end
of the zipper one of those tiny padlocks that you can
use to keep them closed.  They don't stop determined
thieves, of course, but they serve to make it obvious
that a bag's been opened.

He came over towards us, told Craig and me to face
each other, then pushed our heads together.  He
reached up, and snapped the tiny padlock through our
nose rings, then pocketed the key.

"There!  That will stop them running anywhere.  Now,
uncuff them."

This was a totally new level of humiliation for both
Craig and me, to be padlocked together by our snout
rings!  There was absolutely no distance at all
between our faces, as our noses were almost touching,
and as we breathed we could feel each other's breath
blowing.  Craig leaned forward and pressed his lips to
mine, but we couldn't even kiss - there was no play in
the padlock and snout rings, and we couldn't get our
mouths at the right angles.  All we found we could do
as a measure of comfort was to put our tongues out and
lick at each other.

Once our hands were free, the two young men dismissed
the guards.  Craig and I found that any movement
affecting our heads was extremely painful, so we put
our arms around each other to steady our bodies.  Our
cocks jutted into each other, and that was another
measure of comfort.  I marvelled at how far I'd come -
at one time the thought of standing naked, embracing
another man, would have been repulsive.  And now I
thrilled to the feel of Craig's cock as it pushed into
my belly, and to the sensations I was getting as mine
gently stabbed at his.  As  we stood there ,we started
to run our hands up and down each other's bodies, and
our tongues flicked playfully at each other.  We were
both erect and I'm sure that Craig was leaking pre-cum
all down me just as I knew I was on him.

"Very touching!  Two slaves in love!", the owner's son
said.  "Well you're not here for that... You're here
for us to take up where we left off.  Get over to the
bed, and lie down!"

We shuffled towards the bed, but then what?  We
couldn't move apart, so we went to lie down sideways,
facing each other.

"No!  One of you lie on his back, with the other on
top."

We rolled over, and I was pressing down onto Craig.  I
had to push my hands down into the mattress to take
some of my weight off him, but our bodies were still
in wonderful contact along most of their length.

"No!  Get your ass down to the end of the bed.... The
one underneath is to keep his legs together, and the
one on top I want straddling them."

We did as we'd been told, and our cocks were now
squashed together, but my legs were splayed apart and
my hole felt exposed.

Both young men now started to undress each other,
taking a long time about it, constantly stopping to
kiss and caress as each garment was removed.  As I've
told you, they weren't bad looking and, if they'd had
proper jobs, working hard, like Stu, they could have
had really nice bodies.

I thought that I was going to be fucked dry, just as
poor Stu had been.  But as one of them advanced
towards me, is cock swinging in front of him erect and
throbbing, this companion rummaged in the travelling
bag and threw a small bottle towards him.

"Here... Use this...."

"I thought you didn't like artificial lubes.  You're
always telling me that it's not 'organic' to smear the
product of chemical factories on your cock..."

"Well this one isn't like that - it is 'organic'.
It's as pure as anything can be - something new that
dad's experimenting with.  Instead of letting all the
house slaves just wank and fuck away to please
themselves, he's ordered that they're only allowed
free sex when they're pleasing his guests, or he's
using them as a living sex show.  The rest of the time
he has them 'milked', morning and night, and there's a
little pasteurising and bottling plant been set up -
this is the first of the production:  pure slave
semen, all sterile and hygienic, for use as a personal
lubricant."

"You mean he's gong to sell it....?"

"Sure!  He's already got big orders from the USA -
especially from the West Coast!  You know how they
like anything new there, and particularly something
that's natural and wholesome.  It's wildly expensive,
of course, and that only adds to the attraction.
You'll never be able to find it in every drug store,
but even if dad could get enough production going to
be able to do so, his marketing plan is not to stock
it there - you'll only be able to buy it in really
up-market men's grooming outlets and so on.  He says
it will be a very profitable sideline - it costs a lot
to run the estate, you know, and although he's really
rich, he's always looking at ways of making the estate
as self-supporting as it can be."

"And, as  dad says, this is a fantastic product:  the
slaves were wasting it before: eating it, wiping it
over everything, allowing it to dry on their skin,
letting it wash down the piss holes... you know, all
the sorts of things that happen to cum when you've
been wanking.  So it's totally free at source, but
sells for enormously high prices once its been
bottled.  Packaging doesn't cost much, and shipping
costs aren't very high either, as it's never going to
be sold in gallon sizes!"

"Anyway, this is the first proper production.  So
let's experiment."

Like all medical products, the little bottle had one
of those security seals on it, and they broke it open
and shook some out. It certainly looked like cum, as
far as I could tell, and it felt like it when they
pushed a finger up my hole with it on - except that it
was cold, and you're used to a guy's cum when it
lubricates you being warm, aren't you?

It wasn't so bad being fucked this time, with some
lube.  And, anyway, I hardly thought about it.  I
focused on Craig lying under me, and made myself think
about the way my body was in such wonderful contact
with his, the way his cock was pressing into my belly
and mine into his, the way he magically tuned his
breathing to mine.  Of course I couldn't totally
ignore the flood of sensation from my hole - who can,
when a thick, firm, warm cock is fucking it?  But I
was close to Craig, and that's what really mattered to
me.

When he'd finished, he stood there looking down at us
and playing with his detumescing cock, and said to his
friend "Well, it was certainly different!  But with
them snouted together like this there's one
problem..."

"What's that?"

"I like the slave I've fucked to clean my cock
afterwards, to lick all the cum, sweat and ass-juice
off it.... And there's no way I'm going to be able to
get my cock into the slave's mouth with them like
this."

"Oh, quit moaning!  Let me have my turn, and then
we'll bath together - I've got a big bath here that we
can both get in.  I'll clean your cock, and you'll
forget that you wanted a slave's mouth around it after
I've soaped it and used a wash cloth in interesting
ways...."

"Right, slaves!  Move your asses - I want you the
other way up.  Get moving...."

Craig and I rolled around and shuffled, and now it was
me lying on my back with Craig's body pressing into
mine.  As he'd done, I pressed my legs together and
Craig straddled them, and we wriggled a bit to get our
erect cocks as comfortable as they could be,
sandwiched between us.

Although Craig hated being fucked, I think having me
there was a real help to him. I did my best to make
soothing sounds, and to run my hands up and down his
back as his fucking continued. And, thank goodness, it
didn't go on for all that long!  I think both young
men found fucking on top of two slaves to be a real
turn-on, and they just couldn't hold their cum back
for very long.

They left us lying there, wrapped up in each other,
whilst they went off to the bathroom, and we could
hear water running into what sounded like a huge bath
tub.  Then there was lots of general splashing,
followed by the sounds that two guys make as they lie
together in a bath and start to make long, passionate
love to each other.

Craig and I were still both erect, and hearing these
two guys enjoying each other did nothing to help us
lose it.  But as we lay there listening, I saw their
clothes lying in a heap where they'd discarded them,
and remembered the key!

Craig seemed particularly stupid, and as I tried to
manoeuvre us off the bed, he thought I wanted to try
some strange sort of sex where we were going to use
our bodies to wank our cocks as they lay trapped
between us!  I had to whisper to him, very, very
quietly, to make him see what I wanted to do.

We inched ourselves off the bed, terrified that the
men would hear us in the bathroom, then snuck across
the floor to the clothes.  It was difficult, trying to
go silently through trouser pockets when you have to
hold them behind the back of a guy you're pressed
intimately close to, but finally my fingers had it.  I
reached up and opened the lock, and we were free!

We crept to the door of the room, and I was planning
to open it quietly and make a run for it, but Craig
pulled me back.  Pressing his ear close to mine, he
whispered "You go on... Get out of here... I've got
unfinished business...."

"I'm not leaving you.  Don't be a silly fucker, Craig.
 Let's get out, whilst the going's good. As soon as
we're out of the front door we can go to the
police...."

"You do that.  In the meantime, I'm after a little
payback....  If we go to the police, all that will
happen is that these guys will deny everything and get
off with a fine or something!"

Well I knew that once Craig had made up his mind about
something there was almost no stopping him, and I knew
he was so headstrong and hot-tempered that he might do
something really stupid if I left him alone.  So I
gave up on the idea of escaping.... just yet.

End Of Part 12