Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2003 14:57:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, part 11

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 11

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Matt didn't even touch my dick that night, or the next
morning, and after the session with the doctor he
didn't even want me to jerk him off or blow him.  As I
brought him his breakfast, he reached out and felt my
dick - I winced as it was still pretty painful:  a
dull ache all the time, and sharp stabbing pains as he
touched me.

"The doc was right - I think I'd better keep you out
of public sight for a couple of days!  They'll think
I'm some sort of pervert, who's been mistreating his
slave!"

"Shall I wear my shorts..."

"No.  The doctor will be coming by, picking up his
wife and so on, and he doesn't like to see you with
clothes on.  I think I'll hire you out...  I'll see
who needs a hand on a fishing boat.  You've never done
any real work, have you?"

I wanted to laugh! What did he think all that swimming
and hauling boats around was?  A tea party?  And what
did he think I did before I was enslaved? Sit around
some office all day?

We went along the quay that morning before all the
tourists were around, and my operation aroused a lot
of interest - all the guys wanted to see the scars.
There was a lot of laughing about it, and they mostly
said how glad they were that they'd been done as
babies.  Or that they were so lucky that they were not
slaves and subject to the will of a master like Matt!

We saw Jase and Sam, and they asked if Matt had fucked
me as well, and he just laughed and said no.... not
yet.

At the oldest and scruffiest boat there was a young
guy working away just in cut-offs:  his muscled torso
was bare, and I thought he might be a fellow slave.

"Hey, Grant. How's it doing?"

The guy had a nice smile, and he shook hands with
Matt.  No slave then!

"Matt - haven't seen you for weeks.  It's OK, I guess,
but times are hard.  It's OK for you guys in the
tourist trade, but for a proper fisherman like me...
You know how  it is - always more regulations, always
lower prices.  And to make matters worse, my cousin
who works the boat with me has gone off to get
married.  It's tough working the lines single-handed,
but I need to keep up the payments to the bank..."

"Oh, stop bullshitting me!  You're the youngest
skipper here... I wish I'd been able to afford a boat
of my own at your age."

"It's not my own - it's mostly the bank's!  And, from
what I hear, you did anyway:  you worked your way up,
just like I'm doing.  Anyway, I don't have time to
stop - even for a social call."

"I may be able to help you, Grant.  I'm looking to
keep my slave occupied for a couple of days whilst his
dick heals - I had him 'skinned last night and I can't
use him in the tourist trade like this.  If I keep him
at home, he'll brood - he's always going on about how
unfair it is that he was enslaved.  So I need him
worked really hard.  If your cousin's away, let's do a
deal - I'll hire him to you at 50% of the normal
rates, and you work him until he drops."

"No - can't afford it.  Bt I'll do you a favour, and
take him out and work him for you.  He looks tough
enough."

"25% then."

"Done!"

"What's his name?"

"Well, Steve.  But he is a slave - so 'slave', or
'boy'..."

"I'll call him Steve, then.  He looks older than me,
so I can hardly call him 'boy'!  How old is he, by the
way?"

"24"

"Ah, the same as me!  Anyway - welcome aboard, Steve."

"Bring him back to my place when you dock - are you
planning to be late?"

"Yes - I'm after crabs, going to set the lines this
morning, then wait out there to save fuel, then pick
them up this evening and return after dark.  Is that
OK?"

"Sure.  Keep him as long as you like.   If you're much
after 10, take him home with you, especially if you
have an early start tomorrow."

We put out to sea, and Grant didn't say anything - he
just steered the boat, and looked at stuff on his echo
sounder and navigator.  When we got to a place he
judged suitable, the hard work began - the pots had to
be hooked to lines and buoys, and thrown overboard.
Everything was heavy and the work was hard, and even
with two of us at it, it was tough.

Sweat was poring off both of us, and after a few
minutes Grant simply unbuttoned his shorts and dropped
them, so that he too, like me, was naked.  There was
no area of white on him, as there wasn't on me, so I
guessed he did this often.

He was a blond, and the sun had bleached the hair on
his body almost to white.  He was only 5'11" or so, so
I towered over him, and he was much more slightly
build than me - although he had that stringy toughness
in his muscles that showed he was used to hard manual
labour.  He was one of those guys whose balls are
carried high in their sac, so his dick rested on top
of the big almost spherical bag, and it looked as if
it was half erect even when completely 'at rest'.

He saw me looking at him.  "My cousin and I often
strip off - saves getting our clothes soaked in sweat
and spray.  And there's no one out here to see - we're
just two guys together."

"I guess I've got used to working naked, as Matt makes
me go around like this all the time."

"Lucky man!  I wish I could."

"What?  Go naked all the time?"

"No!  My girl friend wouldn't like it if I kept
flashing my dick at all those women there are always
on the quay.  I meant Matt was lucky to have a naked
slave around - you work dammed hard, and having a body
like that to look at is a real bonus for me."

We worked away until all the pots were launched, then
Grant produced some sandwiches and a flask of coffee.
He offered me one, and I wolfed it down - Matt was
still half-starving me!  And when he offered me
coffee, I thought I was in heaven- I'd not been
allowed that since I was enslaved.  Perhaps Matt was
right - the simple things in life are important - I'd
never really appreciated coffee before, when I could
have it all the time.

The sun shone down, and we lay on the deck, side by
side.  As guys do, we started talking and I told him
about how I'd got enslaved.

"Well, it was pretty stupid of you - you know how
tough the law is now!  But I guess I was just lucky to
stay out of trouble as I was a bit wild when I was
younger.", Grant told me.  "Mind you, my folks
couldn't have bailed me out at all - died when I was
19 in a car crash.  There was only a bit of money
left, just enough for a down payment on this boat."

"So it's tough to keep going?"

"Look, Steve, I work fucking hard.  But I love the
life, out here on the sea.  Wouldn't have any other.
So I don't care.  I make enough to live on, keep my
girl friend and my kid.."

"You've got a kid?"

"Yes - young lad of three.  I want another, but my
girlfriend doesn't."

"You're not married, though?"

"No - I want to, but she won't.  She says the moment
I'm married, I'll start playing around!  We've been
together for five years, and we'll stay together, I'm
sure.  I don't know what she's got to worry about!  My
cousin's in the same position, and he's on his
honeymoon, as I said."

"Christ!", he went on, "Even thinking about my girl
friend has made me horny!"

I looked over, and saw he had a major erection - his
dick was now almost parallel to his flat stomach.

"It's a pity my cousin's not here....  We usually have
a bit of relaxation this time of day, waiting for the
crabs to bite."

"What do you do?"

"Oh, just the usual - jerk each other off, sometimes
we suck each other.  Very occasionally we fuck."

I was genuinely shocked.  By "relaxation" I thought
he'd meant talk, or read, or something. I knew that
Matt had a kid but liked going with men, but Grant was
24, like me, with a girlfriend and a young child.

"But you're in a relationship...."

"Yes, and, as I said, she won't marry me as she thinks
I'll start to play around!".  He grinned wolfishly and
continued "She doesn't realise that  me and my cousin
have so many opportunities for play every day.  Why on
earth would I want to play around with other women,
when all the sex I ant is so close to hand here on the
boat."

"But enough about me - what do you do for sex?"

"Before I was enslaved, I just used to fuck my old
lady - when she let me, that is.  Otherwise I jerked
myself off.  Since Matt has owned me... Well..."

"I guess Matt has been fucking you - he's got a
reputation as being very virile..."

"No - he doesn't fuck me.  And he won't let other guys
fuck me, either.  But we jerk off, we give each other
oral."

He looked at me, and I looked at him.

"So how do you feel now, Steve?  Fancy a little light
relief?"

I was amazed.  Since I'd been a slave, this is the
first time anyone had asked me if I wanted sex - I'd
just been ordered to do it.  And this was the firsts
time in my entire life that another man had ever asked
me if I wanted sex - it felt so strange, as it was
usually me doing the asking, to a woman.  I didn't
know what to say, and mumbled something.

"I think I should take that as a 'yes'", Grant said.
"It looks to me as if that dick of yours has made its
own mind up."

My own erection matched his, and Grant reached over
and stroked me.  I almost cried out, but he could tell
by the way I flinched that it was hurting.

"Sorry, Steve!  That operation!  Better wait until
tomorrow."

He looked disappointed, and I did feel horny, lying
there talking about sex, under the hot sun.  Just
because I couldn't get off, there didn't seem to be
any reason why he should miss out.  For the first time
in my life I took the initiative with another man, and
reached over and gently stroked his dick.  As me
smiled with pleasure, I sat up, the knelt down beside
him and started to suck him, playing with his dick and
 teasing the head with my tongue.  He started to moan
with pleasure, and I began to realise that I was in
control - I'd made the first advance, and it was going
to be me who decided when he would cum.   I wet my
finger in my mouth, and as I continued to stroke him,
probed for his hole between his muscular thighs.  My
own excitement mounted as I located his pucker, and
ran my finger tip lightly over it - his silky blond
hair was nothing, and it was almost as if he shaved
down there.  I pressed my finger in, and was rewarded
by his moaning increasing, and as I went in beyond my
knuckle and got my hand right up against his warm ass
and the sensitive area between his hole and his sac,
he started to gently writhe with pleasure.

My hand stroking his dick was now covered in his
pre-cum, and it was sliding up and down his shaft
sensuously.  I got him almost to cum, then
deliberately slowed right down and stopped my fingers
from touching his cock head, and kept the finger in
his hole motionless.  Once he was a bit calmer, I
began to stroke him harder and to massage his hole,
and again I could feel his climax building... So I
stopped.

This was power!  This was a way a man could control
another.  He was totally in my power, and he'd almost
lost the will to control his own life.  As I worked
away, I wondered whether to simply stop, and see if he
would order me to continue.  Or should I let him cum?

He'd been a nice guy so far, so I decided to be kind.
I didn't slow down, and a big fountain of cum shot out
of his dick.  I remorselessly continued to jerk him,
though, so he shouted and kicked with the ecstasy of
it all.  And when he'd finally been totally drained, I
bent further over and ran my tongue up and down his
body, licking off the cum that had shot all over it.

With my mouth full of his cum, I threw myself on him
and pressed my lips to his.  As he reacted in
surprise, my tongue was in his mouth - and with my
hand rubbing his balls, and my tongue thrusting away
down his throat, massaging his own cum in to his teeth
and gums, I knew who was the real master here.

After this little interlude, we worked really hard for
the rest of the day, and on in to the early evening.
By the time we got back to the quay it was really
late, and Grant remembered that Matt had said that he
as to keep me for the night.  We drove off in his beat
up old pick up, and went a mile or so to the edge of
town where we stopped at a small, cheap looking house.

Grant was in his cut-offs, and we were both really
quite cold as the nights do cool down.  He went up the
path, and called me in to follow him.  It was simply
furnished, but in a kind of modern way.   A really
good looking girl came out and threw herself on Grant,
and I watched him kissing her -  she was really
passionate, and her long finger nails were raking
Grant's back as he stood there.  I remembered that it
was only a few hours before that I'd been kissing
Grant passionately, and feeling his body!

They broke off.  "Honey, this is Steve.  Steve, this
is my girlfriend.  Steve's staying the night", he
added in explanation.  "Bring him some food when you
bring mine - we're both starving!"

"Does your friend always go around stark naked?", she
asked.

"Oh, don't worry about that - he's a slave.  Matt
loaned me to him, whilst the honeymoon goes on.  But
don't spend time talking now - get me food!  We've got
to leave on the early morning tide, and I'm beat - I
want to get to bed!"

It was bizarre, sitting in their modern dining area,
eating the food she'd cooked - a really great chicken
casserole.  Grant and she talked away, as if it as the
most normal thing to have a naked slave around the
place!  I didn't really join in, as I didn't have a
lot to say, and as I'd learned by now that slaves
don't really speak - I'd got into the habit of mostly
being silent with Matt!

After dinner, Grant said he was going to find me some
blankets, and went off into the bedroom.  His
girlfriend sat there, looking at me.

"I don' really believe in slavery", she told me.  "I
think it's terrible the way they treat you.  But, of
course, it has made the country much safer, so I
suppose we have to put up with it.  But I've told
Grant that it doesn't matter ow much money he makes,
I'm never going to allow him to spend any of it on a
slave."

Just then, Grant came back - he'd taken off his
shorts, so, like me, he was naked.

"Grant!", his girlfriend said. "You know I don't like
you walking around naked. Especially not when there's
this slave here."

"Well, he's naked."

"Yes, but he's a slave.  It's not right for a man to
go around nude.  Anyway, it's probably embarrassing
for the slave to see you like that."

"Well, he's seen me like that all day - you know I
like to strip off on the boat."

She just shrugged, and watched as he spread the
blankets on the couch, and told me I could sleep
there. Then she went into the bedroom, and Grant took
me to the back door and told me to piss in the garden
if I needed to in the night, as the bathroom was
through their bedroom and he didn't want them to be
disturbed..

I couldn't get to sleep - it was so good to be in a
normal house, that I wanted to enjoy every minute of
it.  And then the unmistakable sounds of love making
began - Grant was clearly fucking his girlfriend, and
she was one of those uninhibited women who cried and
moaned a lot.  He seemed to have great stamina, as it
went on for a long time.  I wanted to jerk off, it
made me feel so horny, but it hurt too much when I
touched my dick.

He woke me up by slapping my naked ass - hard!  And he
was a tough guy, as I've told you.  I'd been deep
asleep, and in order to wake me he'd pulled the
blanket off me, and slapped my butt as I lay there.
I leaped up - and realised I had a morning hard on.
Still, Grant had seen me like this yesterday.

But his wife hadn't!  As I stood there, wondering
whether to go into the back garden to piss, or if I
could now go to their bathroom, she came in with
breakfast for us, and stopped and stared at me.   "You
men!  Always trying to show off by getting yourself
erect!  It's bad enough waking up with Grant poking me
in the ribs, but when I'm about to eat my breakfast,
that's too much!  Lose that erection, slave, or go
hungry!"

I was so embarrassed - somehow, being erect in this
domestic  setting was almost the ultimate degradation
I'd suffered since enslavement.

Actually, it was nice having breakfast in this
domestic setting, and Grant and I worked hard on the
boat again later that morning until all the pots had
been set.  Then Grant was ready to relax again, and I
went to jerk him off.

"No, Steve... I'm a bit more active than that.  I'm
going to fuck you."

"Hey, Grant, you know Matt said 'no' - you were not to
do that."

"Well, he won't know, will he?  You won't tell him, as
if you do, he'll think you went along with it
willingly.  I wouldn't be surprised if he'd be so
pissed off by that that he'd punish you at best, or at
worse, sell you.  Now, lie down on your back while I
prep you."

I didn't know what to do.  Actually, he was right
about Matt, I knew.  But my real fear was of being
fucked - I'd seen enough about it in books and movies
to know that a dick up my ass would really hurt,
especially the first time!

"No, Grant, please... I don't want to be fucked."

"You don't have any choice, slave!"

Grant wasn't going to argue, and, to my surprise, he
didn't immediately start to stab at me with his dick
that was rampantly erect.  Instead, he fetched a tube
of lube from the cabin, greased a finger, and started
to tease my ass hole.

"Always keep this on board - my cousin and I sometimes
need it when we can't decide who's going to jerk off
to provide the natural lubrication."

As his finger probed at my hole I felt little thrills
of pleasure, and I didn't even mind when it went right
in.  I thought he was going to massage my prostate,
and, for a moment, I thought I might have avoided
being fucked.  But he seemed to be going on for a long
time, and it felt,  good, actually,  to have this done
to me as I lay in the hot sun.

Grant kept putting more and more lube on his hand, and
the pleasure I was feeling from my ass got better and
better.  I was almost drowsy, it was so good.  But
then he said  "OK, Steve.... Roll over, then up on
your hands and knees."

I knew this was it, and I had no choice but to obey
him.  I was scared inside, at  what was about to
happen, especially as Grant busied himself moving me
into position - pushing my shoulders down gently, so
that my ass was right up in the air.

"OK, Steve - now for the best experience of your
life!", he told me, "When you take a dick for the
first time."

Something warm was probing around my hole, and it was
quite different from Grant's fingers.   It was soft,
and sensuous, and I felt it nudging at me gently,
trying to get in.  I could feel Grant pushing at me,
and he was muttering "Just relax.... We're almost
there....", and then there was a gentle sensation of
something going in to me, and I felt the warmth of
Grant's dick as it passed through my sphincter.  I
couldn't understand why it wasn't hurting, and as
Grant continued to push at me, oh so gently, I
revelled in the feeling of his warm dick sliding
slowly into me.

He stopped after what seemed an age, and leant forward
and murmured in my ear "OK?  How's that?"

"Oh...  Yes... Fantastic!"

I got waves of pleasure surging through me as Grant
slowly pulled out, and then ever so slowly pushed back
in.  It felt so good to have this hot dick inside me,
sliding over the sensitive membranes of my hole.  I
loved the closeness of Grant, the sensation of his
body touching mine in such complete intimacy.  This
was what men were meant to do with each other.

Looking back, I now know that Grant was a skilled
lover - he went so gently at first, then varied the
pace to excite me, always preparing to slow down or go
more gently if I showed any signs of distress or
discomfort.  I don't know how long it lasted for, but
Grant whispered "So hang on, now, I need to cum...."

Then  he was off, pushing in and out of me harder and
harder and faster.  I could hear his breath coming in
little gasps, and he was crying to himself "Yes, Yes,
Yes...".  It was so erotic - I found myself reacting
automatically, thrusting myself backwards into him as
he thrust forwards into me, and echoing his cries with
my own.  All too soon, he shot his load, and collapsed
forward on to me, his sweaty chest sliding gently over
my slicked back.  I collapsed forward to lie flat, and
his body was completely on top of me.

We just lay there, both panting and gasping.  He moved
his head to be as close to my mine as possible, and
half whispered  "So... ?"

"A-fucking-mazing!  That was unbelievable.  Why didn't
it hurt me, though?  I've never taken dick up there
before, and it's supposed to be painful...."

"It can be, Steve.  Even if you're experienced at
taking it, it can hurt.  It all depends on the guy
who's giving it to you - if he's considerate and
gentle, then you'll enjoy it.  But if he just thrusts
straight in there, it will hurt. The secret's in the
preparation - you saw how long I took massaging your
asshole - first with one finger, then, ultimately,
with three in there - all that massaging and gentle
stretching gets you ready for it."

"Well, it was great...."

"Yes, but, you know, it wasn't so good for me.  Sure,
I enjoyed taking your cherry, and showing you how it
should be done.  But this gentle, sensual sliding in
and out can get a bit boring.  Every now and then it
is good to take a guy hard and fast, without any
preparation - just hearing him squealing and shouting
as you spike him can be a real turn on."

I really didn't want to hear any more.  We just lay
there in the hot sun, until Grant pulled out from me.
Then we both leapt from the boat and swam, revelling
in the way the cold water shocked our hot, sweaty
bodies.  We splashed and raced, and we might have been
two buddies playing together on vacation, rather  than
free man and slave.

It was the usual hard work that afternoon, too, and we
again got back so late that Grant took me home - he
called Matt on his cell, and he didn't seem to care.

Matt's girlfriend insisted Grant gave me shorts to
wear whilst we all ate dinner, and somehow it made me
feel more naked, more exposed - I'd got so used to
being nude, that when someone called attention to it
by insisting that I wore shorts, it reinforced the
utter humiliation of my situation.  And it didn't help
that again that night I had to lie there, my dick
still so sore that I couldn't jerk myself off,
listening to Grant really fucking his woman.

We had a third great day of work on the boat, and
Grant said he'd let me fuck him as my dick felt as if
it was improving.  He'd taught me about the importance
of relaxing and preparing the asshole, as you know,
and I did it diligently to him - as my fingers probed
and caressed the moist soft tissue of his hole, I felt
his body thrill under my attention, and I knew what he
must be experiencing.  I slid into him gently, probing
at his moist warm pucker with my slightly sore dick,
and experienced that wonderful feeling as you force
yourself, ever so gently, through the sphincter.  Then
I slid in and out, enjoying the sensation of his
muscles gripping my dick.  But it wasn't enough -
although it was gently sensual, I needed more - I
wanted to feel the power of my body thrusting away and
utterly dominating the man under me.  As my excitement
mounted I started to thrust harder and harder and
faster and faster, and at first Grant responded in the
same way, starting to grunt and moan with satisfaction
as I fucked him.  I couldn't stop - no, I didn't want
to stop, however, and soon I was slamming myself into
him, revelling in the slapping sound as my pubic area
crashed into his muscular ass.  He was in some
distress now, and was calling out quite loudly, but I
ignored it.  This is how a man was meant to fuck - I
was on top, I was in control, and there was not a
blind thing he could do about it, impaled as he was on
my dick, and with the weight and force of my strong
body bearing down on him.

I apologised to Grant afterwards - I hadn't meant to
hurt him.  I had just wanted to fuck him gently and
sensuously, but that wasn't my way, that didn't seem
to be the way I was made.  I had to have the power ,
and I wanted to exercise it.  He kind of shrugged it
off, as I guess he didn't want to appear to be a wimp.
 And he told me that it was one of the best fucks he'd
had, but I didn't really believe him - and I noticed
that we didn't go swimming so happily as we had the
day before.

Grant took me back to Matt that night - there wasn't
even a cell call to see if he could take me home with
him, and he told me he didn't  want me the following
day.  So he took me back to Matt, who expected me to
sleep with him just as before. But it was difficult -
I now knew the excitement of fucking, and that was
what I wanted to do.  But there was no way that I
could do this to my owner, was there, when he ha the
power to punish me or sell me?  So as usual we jerked
each other off, sucked at each other, and indulged in
a lot of nipple play.  I stroked my finger along
Matt's ass crack, and probed at his pucker, wanting to
at least push a finger home as a poor substitute for
my dick, but he told me sharply to stop.

The next morning when I woke up with my usual
erection, I was expecting we'd do the same thing
again, as we usually did, but when I reached for his
dick - which was hard, and trying to force itself to
nestle in my crack as we lay there spooned together -
Matt told me to stop.

"I'm going to the city today to pick up Billy for the
Summer", he told me, "And I want to save myself for
tonight.  He and I always have a proper reunion when
we get back together.  I only really see him three
times a year, and so it has to be special for him -
and this year it's going to be really special, as he's
just had his sixteenth birthday!"

"You mean you and he have sex...."

"No, not really..  Just the usual stuff a dad does
with his son.  I wanted to make sure he knew about sex
properly, so I taught him all about jerking off, and
sucking dick, or course.  But I told him that real sex
- fucking - was definitely not on the agenda until he
was 16.  For one thing, it's not legal until then, and
if we were found to be fucking before then, I couldn't
afford the fines and we'd both get enslaved!  Or,
rather, I'd get enslaved - my wife would stump up the
fines for Billy, I guess!"

"Anyway", he went on, "I go and collect him from the
city, as it's one of the few times my ex and I can
talk relatively civilised - if we phone, we end up
screaming at each other.  But with Billy there, we're
calmer - and there are things I need to discuss with
her, like his education, for example."

"I thought you said he was at school in the city."

"He is.  She pays fees for him - but then, she can
afford it.  But I don't like him mixing with all the
rich kids - I made my own way through school and
Harvard, and I think he should, too.  I'd rather he
lived somewhere honest, like this, with real people,
and go to the local High School.  Added to which, he
needs his dad around - boys of 16 can be wild without
a man to control them.  The next thing we'll hear is
that he's knocked up one of his girl friends, if we're
unlucky!"

"But enough of this - once he's here, I'm going to try
to persuade him to stay.  And you're a big part of my
plan.  But for today, I've asked Sam to look after the
business - he'll deal with the customers, and you can
swim for him to get the boats."

"How am I part of the plan?", I asked him.

"Well.... Look, he's 16 now, and it's time he learned
to fuck properly.  He's been at his girl friends for a
couple of years, I know - and, as I said, I'm worried
about him knocking them up.  But it's time he learned
about proper sex - and what better than learning on
you:  he can fuck your virgin ass, and I can teach him
all the little tricks and techniques I know to
maximise his pleasure.  He won't have to worry about
pleasing his partner or making contacts or picking up
guys - he can just get in there and fuck away and
really learn!  You're only a slave, so you can't
object."

I didn't know what to say!  I knew Matt said he didn't
take it up the ass, so that's presumably why he didn't
want to let Billy learn on him.  But I'd begun to
realise that I didn't want to take it, either:  I
wanted to give, to fuck ,to thrust....  And now I was
going to be used as an educational aid for a 16 year
old!

"What's more", Matt went on, "I can start to use you
properly then, too.  I've just toyed with you so far,
and whilst you've got a nice body and a good dick, so
the jerking and sucking is fine, it's all no
substitute for proper sex.  I wanted Billy to have a
virgin - that's so rare - so I haven't fucked you, or
let anyone else fuck you, but once Billy has, then the
way is open, so to speak.  It will be good to have you
here to be able to fuck you whenever I want, and the
doctor wants to as well, as you know.   In fact, I
think quite a lot of the rich owners from the city
will fancy a session up your ass once it becomes known
that you're available - a 24 year old muscle stud
available for fucking on weekends is a bit of a
rarity, after all.   You'll turn into a really
profitable additional business stream for me."

He'd got out of the bath as he finished speaking, and
was standing there shaving now.  So I got into his
dirty water and washed quickly, then "dried" myself on
his sopping towel.  I didn't say anything - I was so
appalled.  Not only was I going to be turned into some
sort of male whore for Matt to pimp, but it sounded as
if I was going to have to take it constantly:  I
couldn't believe these big, powerful guys from the
city would want me to fuck them!

As Matt shaved his dick was still erect, and he
occasionally played with it.  He was so completely at
ease with himself, in front of me, I don't think it
even occurred to him that this was such an intimate
thing to do.

"It's going to be an awful drive to and from the
city", he told me.  "I always get a hard on during
long drives anyway, and as I've had no relief this
morning it will be ten times worse.  I think perhaps I
will have you suck me off - I'll have plenty of time
to regenerate before the fun with Billy tonight."

Although I hated being so subservient, I knelt down in
front of him and leaned forward to take his dick
between my lips.  His hands went around my head, as he
liked to pull me onto him, but just as I was starting
the door bell went.

"Fate, I guess!", Matt said.  "That will be Sam - run
down and let him in."

End Of Part 11