Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 04:00:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: St: Harbour Master, Part 22 (MM NC BDSM FANT)

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 22

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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The next morning I told Matt he couldn't come to
Slaves For You as he was likely to be too emotional -
it would be better for me to go and complete the deal.
 I left him gagged and chained as usual, but I
wondered if it was really necessary - knowing that I
was bringing Bill home, would he attempt to escape, or
to turn me in?  But I decided to play safe, and drove
to the dealers.

Gunther was unbelievably professional, and I signed
numerous papers giving me ownership of "a male slave,
no known defects, whose serial number is 0730823506".
I handed over much of the cash we'd taken away the
previous day, then Gunther told me the slave would be
ready for collection in the delivery bay, and that I
could drive around from the general parking lot.  He
clasped my hand warmly, and asked me to call him that
night "now that you're staying here, so I can arrange
to show you more of the town."  Actually, I quite
liked the guy, and it was a pity I wasn't going to
stay around and take up his offer - it would have been
interesting to see how he reacted the first time I
forced him to take my dick, as, like Matt, he was so
convinced he was a top.

There was quite a crowd gathering and before going to
collect Bill I thought it would nevertheless be
interesting to see a slave sale "from the other side",
as a potential buyer.  TV screens all around Slaves
For You were announcing that the sales of  "Show
Slaves, Male, 21-28" were about to begin, and that
viewing was still possible for the next 30 minutes - a
little clock was counting down in the corner, showing
how this time was ticking away.

Inside the display area there were some 30 or so
slaves on offer, and Slaves For You had a novel method
of exhibiting them.  A long, thin 'V' shaped bar ran
down the long exhibition hall, about four feet from
the ground.  The point of the 'V" was upwards, and the
men had been sat astride it.  Each man's wrists were
loosely cuffed, and chains from the cuffs ran to a bar
in the ceiling so that the man's hands were just above
his head - not so far that his arms were stretched or
anything, but it as impossible for him to reach down
and touch his body.

The cleverness of this arrangement was that the men
knew that if they fell off the bar their arms would be
cruelly stretched and, suspended by their wrists,
they'd be unable to breathe.  So their best course of
action was to remain seated astride the thin bar - but
the thin 'V' would be pressing directly into their
ass, and the sensitive area behind their balls. After
any length of time sitting there, this became so
uncomfortable that they wanted to move, and they could
wriggle and squirm to try to get more comfortable -
whilst not falling.  Some of the men had raised one
foot up onto the bar and were pressing down on it to
try to relieve the pressure on their asses, and some
just  shuffled around all the time.  For the onlookers
it was very good - as the men's bodies were constantly
in motion, you could examine the play of their
muscles, and see how hard they would work to try to
get comfortable: almost every part of them needed to
be used to try to ease themselves whilst not falling
off the beam.

The only relief for any of the slaves came if one of
the potential buyers wanted to examine a man more
closely.  Then the guards would unchain the slave and
allow him to dismount, and he was taken to one of the
several inspection pillories standing against the
opposite wall.  The guards unchained his wrists, then
deftly trapped his hands and neck in the pillory
before lowering and latching the top bar.  The viewer
could raise and lower the pillory into the floor by
simple "up" and "down" control buttons, so the slave
could be appreciated stretched up to his full height,
bent almost double so that the ass and legs were most
visible, or with his head pulled right down to floor
level, so the slave was crouching and in a good
simulation of one of the classic fucking positions.

All of the slaves in this group seemed to be desirable
- some slightly younger than me, some slightly older,
but all with good, fit, toned bodies.  I saw at once
that all had been 'skinned - that fashion really did
seem to be catching on - and all had their SINs
tattooed on their shoulders and asses.  Their pubes
were of course neatly trimmed, and their balls shaved,
as you'd expect in slaves up for sale.  Like Bill, I
assumed they would all contain the locator chip, too,
but this was such an obvious question to ask that I
didn't, in case it showed the guards that I was not a
"real" slave owner.

It was quite amusing to toy with one or two of the
slaves who had been selected by other owners for
display in the pillories, and I casually fingered
several dicks to see how they changed dimension when
hard, and improved my knowledge of male anatomy a
little by testing the feel of the several different
"styles" of balls they possessed:  You know the sort
of thing I mean - big low hanging sacs swinging
freely, good sized balls inside tight sacs so that the
skin seemed stretched tight over them, and those balls
carried very high, so that the dick seems to "float"
up on top of the sac.  I know the conventional view is
that big balls swinging low in large sacs is the
optimum for a slave, but on some of the smaller, more
wiry slaves with lithe bodies, I found the sight of
their dicks almost pointing straight out as they
"perched" on top of high-carried balls to be quite
appealing.

You were of course at liberty to jerk the stock off if
you wanted to, as some buyers did as they were not
prepared to buy a "show" male who could not ejaculate
a big load . But if you did not wish to risk soiling
your hands, there were a couple of young male slaves
there who could be ordered to do it for you, and  I
watched as a couple of large blacks were milked for a
potential buyer - funny, isn't it, that black men's
cum is the same colour as white men's: it hadn't
occurred to me before, but  I suppose it's obvious,
really, as their blood is red, after all.

Once the auction it self actually began the audience
sat in comfortable chairs as one by one the slaves
were marched up onto the auctioneer's platform, then
put on a small turntable that rotated constantly to
give the audience a view of all the slave, whilst the
auctioneer read out his vital statistics - height,
weight, chest, waist, leg measurement, and dick length
flaccid and erect.  Before bidding began, one of the
young slaves I'd seen earlier had to go and make the
slave being sold erect, and he did another full turn
on the turntable so that the audience could judge how
well his dick looked when at full stretch.  I think
it's lucky we had Bill out of this, if the prices for
these older guys were anything to go by - they were
way, way above anything we could afford. Whilst it was
all very interesting, it was a bit repetitive, and as
the next lot on offer was going to be older females, I
decided to go and collect Bill.

Direction signs pointed the way to "Collections", and
I presented my documentation to the slave at the
counter who verified a couple of things at a computer
terminal, then politely asked me to go through.
Beyond the counter there was a large open area lined
with cages - or perhaps "cells" is the right word,
each just large enough to hold a standing slave.  Some
of them were now filled and more slaves were arriving
as the auction continued, and right at the end,
looking all alone and rather vulnerable, was Bill.

The slave led me up to Bill's cage, and curtly told
Bill to turn to the side so that his SIN could be
checked against the documentation.  He had with him a
collar and cuffs, and leant through the bars to fasten
the collar around Bill's neck.  He then ordered the
lad to put his hands behind his neck - difficult in
the very close confines of the cage - so they could be
cuffed to the collar.

"No, there's no need for that", I said.  "I don't need
him cuffed."  I suppose I didn't need him collared,
either, but the sight of the black leather against
Bill's tanned, muscular neck was actually quite
arousing.

"Sorry, sir", the slave replied, "But it's house
rules.  All slaves in this area must be cuffed.  We
had problems a few months ago when a couple of
previously docile males tried to make a run for it ,
and struck out at owners and guards.  Since then, all
stock is cuffed whilst it's here.  You can, of course,
release the cuffs as soon as you are off the
premises."

He'd finished cuffing Bill now, and I couldn't help
remembering how I had felt at the dealers when I was
so totally helpless, so totally exposed, so totally
vulnerable.  How much worse it must be for Bill, who
was so much younger than I'd been.

The slave then unlocked Bill's cage, and reached in
and pulled Bill out by his dick.  I could see Bill was
flushing with humiliation, but he couldn't say
anything as he had one of the standard gags fitted - I
wondered if this was "standard procedure", too.

"The exit to the parking lot is that way, sir", the
slave told me, and kind of handed Bill's dick to me,
obviously expecting me to use it to "tow" my slave.
Well, what was I to do?  I wanted to appear to be a
proper owner, so I gently pulled Bill after me.
Actually, having his dick in my hand again was
exciting, especially with all the other slaves
watching us, and I know it aroused Bill, too, as  I
felt him getting stiffer and stiffer in my fingers.

"I'm sorry, sir!".  It was that slave again!  Had
something gone wrong, had they tumbles Gunther's ruse
to get me Bill?  I started to panic inwardly, and
wanted to run for the exit.

"I'm sorry, sir - the purchase is erecting.  Let me
milk him for you quickly, sir, so that there's not an
unpleasant accident as you're leaving:  these young
lads have hair triggers, some of them, and when they
shoot, it can go several feet!  I wouldn't want your
clothing to get soiled, sir, if the slave were to
shoot whilst you were leading him out."

"No, it's fine...."

"No, please, sir.  Although I'm only a slave, I'm very
concerned for the reputation of my owners, Slaves For
You.  I'd hate any accidents to happen here in the
area I'm responsible for."

The slave was so insistent that I could hardly refuse
him, could I?  He took Bill's dick out of my hand, and
quickly dropped to one knee in front of Bill.  One arm
snaked around Bill's ass to hold him steady, then
quickly and professionally the slave jerked Bill off
as he stood there, with me and all the other sold
stock watching.   Bill turned bright red with
embarrassment and was trying to shout through his gag,
to no effect of course, but was quite unable to
prevent himself cumming - I saw his hips thrust
forward, and his whole body shudder as his balls
squirted their load out of him.

The slave had deftly caught Bill's cum in his mouth,
leaning forward at the last moment to do so, and then
quickly and efficiently he cleaned the last drops of
cum from Bill's dick by licking it lightly with his
tongue.

"There you are, sir", the slave told me.  "I told you
he was on a hair trigger.  Only five or six strokes,
and what a big load he shot!  You'll be safe now for
the journey - have a good one."

We went out into the bright sunlight, and I began to
feel a huge load of worry lifting from my shoulders.
I opened the truck, and Bill went to get in - I
couldn't help thinking that, as a slave, he should
have waited for my orders:  after all, I might have
wanted him to ride in the back.  He had a little
punishment for this, though, as when his naked ass hit
the hot leather, as the truck had been standing in the
sun, he almost shot bolt upright!  If he hadn't had
the gag in, he would have shouted, I know.

I think he was expecting me to ungag him and uncuff
him as soon as we were alone, but I decided he needed
a little punishment - he'd put Matt and me through a
whole load of worry by his stupid act, and I'd had to
endure a fucking on his behalf.  So I decided to let
him ride as he was, to bring home to him how it was to
be a slave.

We got back to the motel, and I told Bill to follow me
to the room - I thought about using his dick as a
handle to lead him, but perhaps that was a little
extreme.  I opened the door, and Matt was lying there.
 He looked so agitated when he saw Bill, and it was
almost comical how he tried to leap up off the bed,
forgetting that he was chained down.

"So now I've got two slaves.  One I enslaved myself,
and one I've just acquired legally.  That makes me
quite a rich man, you know - I could sell either or
both of you and have a nice lump of cash."

"Now, listen carefully, Matt:  I'm going to release
your gag in a few moments, and unchain you.  I'm never
going to have to gag you or chain you again, as you
now can't run to the police!  You see, if you do,
they'll simply enslave me again.  And when a man is
enslaved , all his property is forfeit to the state.
Bill is legally my property.  I signed the ownership
papers at Slaves For You today, so it's Bill who'd be
forfeit to the state.  He'd be taken away, probably
with me, and we'd both be sold.  And you'd have no
money to buy him, would you?  So if you want to stay
close to Bill, you'd better make sure I don't get
enslaved again!"

I went over to the bed and ungagged Matt and released
his chains.

"You bastard, Steve, keeping me naked, making me do
all that exercise in front of those folks, starving
me...."

"Hold on!  That's no way for a slave to speak to his
owner.  You're still a fucking slave, Matt, my slave,
my property."

"No I'm not. I won't go to the police, but I don't
have to obey your orders, you young cunt. I'll take
Bill, and leave you in peace...."

"No you won't, Matt.  You won't take Bill, as I'll
report him as stolen and they'll locate him with the
tracker and return him to me. And the penalty for
theft is enslavement now, so you'd be a 'proper' slave
and would be sold off."

"So you will stay as my slave, and obey my orders,
just as you have been doing so far, as I'm still
punishing you for treating me so inhumanly.  You'll
stay as my slave because, if you don't, I'll sell
Bill!"

"But then I could turn you in to the police,
Steve...."

"So I'd be enslaved again, sure, but you'd still not
have Bill.  So you can't win!  Stay as my slave, or
lose Bill for ever, one way or the other.  And you
heard what happens to young guys like him at the
auctions - do you think he'd sell well to an older man
who wants a sex toy, or do you want him going to one
of the farms, to be 'brought on' and taught how to
display his body to please his owner?"

"Now, Matt, just so we understand that you've made
your choice, and you accept it, get on your knees and
give me the kiss of obedience - I want it on the dick,
on the ass, and then, finally, you may part my cheeks
and kiss my hole."

Matt stood there, hesitating, not knowing which way to
turn or what to do.  I could almost see him running
through all the possible combinations in his mind.  He
looked at Bill, he looked  at the phone, he looked at
me, and then at Matt again, and finally, he dropped to
his knees! I had him!

I undid my shorts and let them fall to the ground.
Matt crawled forward, and I felt the touch of his lips
on my dick, then on my ass, and then he groped very
inexpertly at my ass and I finally felt something warm
and moist just touch the delicate tissues of my hole
for an instant.

Bill was looking horrified at what his father was
doing, but I revelled in the feeling of power it gave
me -- those touches were far, far more erotic than all
the sex play I'd ever done before. I'd got this
powerful man, this strong, tough virile man, to
willingly pay obeisance to me.  I'd enslaved him once,
but had to keep him in chains.  But now he was totally
in my power, totally under my control.  He was bound
to me more powerfully than any other slave ever would
be. He was mine, totally and completely.

What was even better, was that I knew this would work
both ways - just as Matt would now willingly obey my
orders to make sure I did not sell Bill, so Bill would
have to accept my orders so that I would nor sell him
and he would lose contact with his father.

I revelled in my position.  I never  thought I would
ever be able to own two slaves, to have two men
totally under my control.  I couldn't think, I was so
excited - which one would I fuck first?

End Of Part 22   To be continued,