Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2003 14:26:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Harbour Master, Part 4

HARBOUR MASTER, Part 4

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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The public then started to flow in, and unlike the
rather well-dressed people I'd seen at the dealers
(remember, slaves are costly, and it's only the
wealthy who can afford them), these were a complete
mixture  of people at a typical County Fair.

There seemed to be a lot of college boys in the crowd,
as groups of them would cluster around the female
slaves and you could tell they were using this
opportunity to increase their pathetic juvenile
knowledge of women's bodies - there was an awful lot
of fondling of the breasts, and an awful lot of
fingers probing the slits!

Mostly the college guys left us male slaves alone -
they were probably ashamed of their own pathetic
bodies when they looked at me!  But what really
troubled me were the numbers of guys and girls
together who came over to "inspect" me - mostly high
school seniors, I thought, they looked so young.  The
guys all seemed determined to show how brave and
sophisticated they were to the simpering girls by
handling my tackle.  It's as if they were saying
"look, I'm a big tough man, and I can feel the balls
of this stud here and do to him whatever I like."

Typically, they'd come over, hand in hand, and the boy
would say something like "When I'm out of college,
I'll be able to buy you something like this one day if
my career goes well.  Look - this one is really
perfect - see his muscles?  Wouldn't you like to see
them working away in our house?"

The silly cunt would say back something like "Oh,
Billy... I don't care for muscles like that... You're
all I ever need."

Some of them got bolder, though, and would pull back
my loin cloth to look at my dick and point out my
foreskin to the girls.

"Do you like that, then?"

"Oh, no, honey - I prefer yours.  I hate it, seeing
all that skin like that.  Does the slave even have a
proper dick head?  How does he manage to fuck, with
all that skin covering him?"

The guy would then show how much of a man of the world
he thought he was by pulling my foreskin back, and
showing his girl my moist dick head.

"See.... There it is.  But you wouldn't want it like
that, would you.  Look at the way all that slime
collects under his skin - that's what makes a mans
dick smell.  So much better when you're cut, like me.
You wouldn't want to blow me, if I smelt, would
you...."

The girls would then blush, and they'd kiss, right in
front of my face.

They had no intention of buying me, they were just
showing off!

It got hotter and hotter, and the sweat was pouring
off me.  I was really desperate for something to
drink, and it seemed that this dealer was a pretty
humane guy as he'd made provision for it - he'd
mentioned that there was a hole in my ball gag, and
now I found out why.
A young (male) slave came around with a big bucket of
water, and a thin rubber pipe.  The guy only looked to
be sixteen, and I wondered what he could have done at
such a young age to have been enslaved - that was the
minimum age, after all, and anyway most young guys who
got into trouble usually managed to find the money for
the fines from somewhere.  There were even special
charities that poor parents could appeal to for help -
my mom and dad were too well off, though, so they had
to pay for my youthful indiscretions!

You could see that he wasn't properly mature yet -
although there wasn't any trace of fat on him, unlike
so many young guys these days, his muscles weren't
properly developed and he was struggling to carry the
very heavy bucket - I guess most guys don't start to
get proper biceps, and neat pecs, until they're
eighteen or so.  The only part of him that looked
mature was his dick and balls - against his slim young
body, they did if anything look oversized:  the lad
was totally naked, and hadn't even been given one of
the humiliating loin cloths to wear.

He came up to each of us in turn and threaded one end
of the rubber tube through the holes in our ball gags,
and we were ale to stand there and suck up huge
draughts of the cool water - man, did it taste good,
in spite of the faint rubber taint.  I must have drunk
the best part of half a gallon, before he took the
tube out from me.

As he was doing this, standing in front of me, a well
built guy in his mid-fifties came over and crudely
hefted the lad's dick and balls into his meaty hand
and felt them.  Then he cupped one of the boy's slim,
but quite muscular, ass cheeks and generally explored
it.

"Please, sir, don't do that...", the boy protested.

"How dare you... You're a slave, aren't you...?"

"Yes, sir, but I'm not for sale.  I work here, sir.
I'm part of the slave sale company.  If you want to
buy, sir, you are of course very welcome to handle any
of the slaves who are chained here for your
inspection.  But I work here, and I'm not part of the
merchandise."

"So your master wouldn't sell you - I'm looking for a
nice young lad like you.  How old are you, boy?"

"Sixteen last month, sir.  I was enslaved the day
after my birthday.  The cops had been waiting to get
me for a long time, for a lot of minor stuff..."

"Shut the fuck up, boy.  I just asked how old you
were, not for your life story!  Are you a virgin
still, then?"

The boy started to blush furiously, and stammered
"No, sir..."

Well, I thought, lucky guy.  At least he got up his
girl friend before they hauled him away as a slave!

Just then, the dealer came back into the compound, and
came over and put an arm half-protectively around the
boy's naked shoulders.

"Can I help you, sir?", he asked the old guy.

"I was just enquiring of this slave if he was for
sale, when I heard he worked as part of the sale - I'm
looking for a new house boy..."

"No.  Young Joey isn't for sale - yet.  I've only had
him a month.  Picked him up directly from court,
before anyone had got to him, straight after his
sixteenth birthday.  I'm training him, and building
him up, and I probably won't sell him until he's put
on a bit of muscle, when he's eighteen or nineteen,
unless I tire of him first, of course..."

"This training.... Is it just his body, his
muscles....?"

"No, of course not.  I'm teaching him how to serve a
master properly.  He'd never experienced a man before
I bought him, although the little fucker had been at
his girl friends since he was fourteen!"

That's odd, I thought, the kid had said he was a
virgin until recently.  And yet the dealer was saying
he'd been fucking for a couple of years.

"So you were the first?", the old guy asked.

"Yes, I surely was.  First, and, so far, only.  You've
no idea how convenient it is to have a boy like this
to help look after the slaves during the day and to
service me at night whenever I want it - we mostly
stay in motels when we travel around with the Fair,
you know, and there's no time to search out new
partners in every town  Bringing my own with me means
I get it regularly.  Mind you, it can get a bit boring
- a young ass like this is tight and firm, but
sometimes I think I'd like a bit more meat to thrust
in to - something like the  ass of this slave here,
for example."

He was indicating me, and I realised with a sick
horror what he'd been going on about - the lad was
only a "virgin", in spite of fucking girls, because
he'd not had a man up his ass.  Oh, Christ - these men
were talking about fucking slaves.  And this poor
young lad had to endure the slave dealer taking his
ass!

"Look", the older man went on, "Even if he's not for
sale, would you consider renting him?  I couldn't help
noticing his really cute young ass, and those tiny
neat nipples really turn me on - can I rent him for
the afternoon?  He's really got my dick straining, and
I need a bit of relief.  I'm a travelling guy myself,
sell hardware, and I have to be away from home a lot.
I've been on the road all week, and my old woman will
complain if I get back tomorrow and want to fuck her
straight away.  For the sake of marital harmony, lend
him to me this afternoon and I'll take a room at the
motel across the street.. .obviously, I'll pay you a
reasonable rental..."

"No... I'd kind of thought of keeping the boy to
myself, until he's ready for sale properly.  I was the
first up him, and I like to do it bareback.  With the
greatest respect, if I rented him to you, I'd be
worried that..."

"Hey, bud, I do understand.  I usually bareback, of
course, but you don't know me... But I'm so turned on
by this lad that I'll wear one of those disgusting
condoms, if I must...."

"No, I'm sorry.  Look, I don't know how to put this...
But the lad doesn't know how to take care of himself.
If you just started to fuck him, he wouldn't know how
to say 'no', how to remind you of the agreement to
cover your dick - he'd probably be afraid that you'd
give him a thrashing."

"Sure, I can see that.  But look, do you ever get a
break from this place?"

"I was going off to have my lunch, actually - I've got
an assistant."

"So why don't you eat your lunch whilst you watch me
fuck your slave?  It wouldn't give you indigestion,
would it?"

"Far from it - I go for older guys, and I'd like to
see you perform with the boy.  Do you always top, or
are you more versatile?"

"No, I can give or take."

"Well, here's the deal then - you can fuck the slave,
and there'll be no rental.  You'll be doing me a
favour, actually, as he needs more experience - he's
only had me up until now.  Then I'll fuck you - as I
said, I like older guys, and you seem to have a pretty
good body..."

"You've got a deal - shake on it!"

The dealer and the older guy shook hands, and they
walked off - the older guy now had his arm around the
young slave's shoulders, and the poor lad did seem to
be a bit unhappy with the arrangement that had been
made for him:  he'd been weighed down by the heavy
bucket when I'd first seen him, and other than that,
he'd seemed happy enough.  But his whole body now
seemed to be kind of drooping - I suppose he knew it
was inevitable that his master could do with him as he
chose, but he didn't seem to be over enthusiastic
about it!.

The time went on, and the number of people examining
me didn't much change - although more guys came along
later, and took a greater interest in me, getting me
to flex my muscles so they could feel them better, and
bend over, so they could test all the big muscles in
my powerful thighs as they flexed.  I got the
impression from the way they were talking to each
other that they were farmers from around there,
looking for new help.  But when the dealer's assistant
was summoned and he told them how much I was, they
usually went away muttering about how the subsidies
this year just didn't allow for spending that much
money on a single slave!

There were sales being made, though, and it was
interesting to note that all the women went first - it
seemed as if men thinking of buying a woman went there
earlier to make their choices, and one by one the
female slaves were unchained and led away by their new
owners.  The big black was the first male to go - a
hard-eyed middle-aged woman bought him, and I heard
her telling the dealer that she was a realtor and had
decided to spend her annual bonus on something that
would give her a bit of pleasure for the whole of the
next year - poor guy:  I wouldn't like those sharp
fingernails of hers that were flashing in the sun
raking over my body.  I guessed she'd be one of those
bitches that it would be impossible to satisfy,
however good you were as a stud.

The young slave, still naked, came back around with
the water eventually, and again I drank a huge amount
- I was still sweating mightily, as were all of us
under the hot sun.  I tried to indicate to him that I
felt sorry for him, but he wouldn't really look at me
in the eye.  And as he walked away, I saw that his ass
was bright red:  the last time I saw that was when I
was a lad of ten, and looked in a mirror after dad had
spanked me for being disrespectful to a neighbour.  I
really learned my lesson, and he never had to do it
again.  But could those men have been spanking this
lad?  No, he wasn't really a lad - he was almost a
fully grown man.  Did masters do things like that to
their slaves?

Initially I'd felt terribly sorry for him, having to
walk around completely buck naked in front of all the
purchasers, but I could see that he didn't mind
really.  Perhaps he'd got used to it in the month he'd
been a slave.  Perhaps I'd get used to it, if my
master made me go naked!  On the other hand, how could
he get used to the idea of being fucked by another
guy? How vile could this slavery thing be, that you
could buy a slave just to fuck, or even hire one as
the old guy had offered to do?  The sick realisation
that a master might buy me so that he could fuck me
began to dawn - they'd been talking about liking a
meatier ass, like mine, hadn't they?  If I could have,
I'd have shouted with rage at all the sick fucks
walking past me and fondling and groping me - how many
of them really wanted to get their dicks up my ass?
How many of them would jerk themselves of tonight,
thinking about the feel of my body?

Even though I continued to sweat, that water was
having another effect on me - I started to want to
pee.  It began as it usually does, with a slight
feeling of discomfort, but soon all I could think
about was the burning need I had to start hosing piss
out of me.  The more I thought about it, the worse I
got.  And the next time a guy slipped aside my loin
cloth to look at my dick, he laughed, and pointed out
to his companion the drop of piss coming out of the
end of my dick -  it had got that bad.

I couldn't ask anyone, I couldn't tell anyone - I was
gagged.  I couldn't even point at my dick.  And no one
seemed interested, anyway - the lad didn't reappear,
and the dealer was always trying to sell us slaves.
So, in the end, I did the only thing I could.

As best I could I turned around to be away from most
of the people walking around, spread my legs apart,
and let the piss start to flow.  That's one of the
advantages of showing slaves in loin cloths, I suppose
- there's no shorts to get soaked in their piss:  the
flow just falls straight down.  I needed to go so
desperately that I couldn't do it gently - once
started, the piss cascaded out of me like a hose pipe.
 As it hit the hot grass I could feel it splashing up
and hitting my ankles and lower legs, and I got that
smell of piss drifting up to me.

"Mommy, mommy... This man's making pee-pee...."

To my horror, there in front of me, was a little boy
about three years old.

A woman rushed over, and held his hand.  "It's all
right, Tommy, it's only a slave."

"But mommy, you always tell me I can't make a pee-pee
except in the bathroom."

"That's right, dear.  Men always go to the bathroom if
they're at home, or to a men's room if they're out.
But this is a slave - slaves aren't like us, they
don't know proper manners.  They're just like animals,
and do their business anywhere."

"You mean like Jake, when we take him for a walk."

"Yes, dear.  As you know, we always have to take your
puppy dog out on his leash as dogs don't go to the
bathroom.  It's OK for Jake to cock his leg up the
lamp posts as we go past, isn't it?  And it's OK for
slaves to do their business in public, too."

"Mind you", she went on, "You know how we push Jake
into the gutter, don't you?  Well, what this slave
needs is a master to do just that - I'm not sure he
should be allowed to soil the grass like this.  Let's
move on, and see if there are any better-trained
slaves further on."

I'd started to blush with embarrassment as the woman
had been talking, but that had turned to anger as
she'd continued - for fuck's sake, what did she expect
me to do?  Couldn't she see I was chained by the ankle
to this spot?  Did she think I wanted to piss in
public, with the world watching?

The sun was going down a bit now, and the crowds were
stating to thin.  I began to realise that I wasn't
going to get sold - I didn't think anyone would come
along this late in the day and get interested in me.
The guard and the dealer came back as I was musing on
this, and the guard reached up and untied my gag, so
that I could spit it out.  After being held half open
for so long, it was great to be able to move my jaws
again, and I champed up and down with pleasure.

"Well, I'm sorry, slave, I think that's it", the guard
said.  "Well, at least we tried.  I'll get you freed
from that cuff, and I'll have to take you back.  And
I'm sorry, but that means the organ banks on Monday."

"They're not sending him to the organ banks, are
they?", the dealer asked, almost incredulously.

"Yup.  We can't sell him, and we've got no more room
on the selling floor.  I don't suppose you'd take him
in to your stock would you?"

"I'd like to, he's a magnificent piece of man flesh,
and I hate the thought of a young guy like this going
to the banks.  But I just can't afford him - I don't
make much money at the low end of the market here, and
this is an expensive piece of meat.   You wouldn't cut
the price a lot, would you?"

"No, I can't do that.  I'm not allowed to go more than
20% below his price.  I can't go lower, not even to
save him from the banks, and I agree with you, it's a
great pity - men deserve to be able to look at  a body
like his for a number of years to come!   And look at
that dick on him, and those balls - what a waste!
They don't even transplant those!"

The loudspeaker system that had been going on all day,
indistinctly, came into life again and the Fair
announcer was telling everyone that some new event was
about to happen.

"You could try that, I suppose - it's his last
chance", the dealer said to the guard.

"What's that?  I didn't hear."

"It's the traditional last event here - a kind of
'selling' race for slaves.  They have to race around
the show ring, and the first one home is sold off.  If
he were to win, he would at least get a new owner."

"Well, that's no good.  Suppose the selling price was
too low - I can't go back to my boss and tell him I
let the slave be sold off without having the proper
price."

"Look, I don't think that will happen.  There are a
few special circumstances to this race - firstly, only
men can watch it, as it's considered too exotic for
the ladies.  And secondly, everyone buys tickets
beforehand at five bucks each.  The owner of the
winning ticket gets the slave who wins, and the owner
of the slave gets all the ticket money.  Most guys buy
lots of tickets as they're usually so horny at the
start of the race that they want to brag to their
mates and show them they can easily afford it.  Once
they've seen the prizes, the ticket sales really
escalate - the buyers' hormones are surging trough
them, and they want to show all the other guys that
they're the top dog. It's well known that slaves
always fetch way over their normal prices as a result
of this race - ticket sales far outstrip the normal
auction price a slave might fetch.  And for this
slave, if he wins, that over-the-top price is what you
need.  So why don't you take a risk and enter him."

"No - I can't believe the buyers are turned on just
because they've seen the slaves racing."

"Ah,  that's because you've not been here before!  The
slaves race entirely naked, of course, and that's a
big turn-on for a start."

"You mean with seeing all their dicks flying up and
down...."

"No!  That's what makes this race so special.  The
slaves have to be erect when they start, they have to
maintain the erection all the time they're racing so
they run along with their dicks stuck out in front of
them, and at the end it's the one who shoots first
who's the winner - at the finishing line they have to
jerk themselves off."

"I see... Look, I'm not sure..... But.. OK, I'll give
it a try!  They can only fire me, after all, and this
slave deserves a chance."

The dealer reached up and freed my wrists, then undid
the collar.  I flexed my arms, and rubbed life back
into my muscles.

"When did he last jerk off?", the dealer asked.  "He's
got good long legs so he looks as if he ought to be
abler to run well, but will he be able to jerk off
quickly enough?"

"Should be able to", the guard said. "We keep them
celibate in their cells, and this one hasn't jerked
off for about a week.  I'm surprised a young guy like
this hasn't shot his load over some of those guys
feeling his dick this afternoon."

He turned to me, and went on "Come on, slave - let's
see an erection.  Get rid of that silly loin cloth so
you're a properly naked slave, and show us what you
look like with that cock of yours reaching for the
sky."

I couldn't do it!  I thrashed away at my cock, but I
just couldn't make it go hard.  It didn't matter that
I knew my life depended on it, it just wouldn't happen
(or, perhaps, that's why it wouldn't happen).

"You stupid fucking slave!", the guard was getting
exasperated.  "I give you this chance to save your
miserable life, and you don't co-operate in the
slightest.  I've seen you about to shoot over
respectable folk trying to examine you during the day,
but when we want you to get an erection, you won't.
Well, fuck you... If that's how you are, let's get
straight back to my SUV, and straight back to the
dealership... I'm through with you!"

"Oh please,  sir... I want to.  I don't want to go to
the organ banks.  It's just that I can't!"

"OK, guys, calm down", the dealer interrupted.  "I've
seen this before in slaves.  Big virile bucks spend
all their time almost juicing potential buyers, then,
at the last moment, when you want to show a firm
prospect how much cum they can produce, they can't do
it.  But fortunately, we have an answer."

The young slave had come up whilst all this was going
on, and stood there, as naked as I was, just watching
me trying to jerk off.

"Scoot over to the car and bring me back my erection
kit", the dealer told him, and he turned and ran off.
We all stood there, watching his slim body as it
scampered across the grass.

"He's a really sexy lad", the guard said. "You can see
he's got a lot of potential - I'd like to have charge
of him in a gym, and really develop those muscles.
You can see that he could turn out to be a real
stud.... I guess you're training him well?"

"Yes.  Just this afternoon I had him fucked by another
guy for the first time - so far, he'd only had me, but
a slave needs to experience a variety of dicks and
techniques, doesn't he?  There's only so much any one
guy can do, however good he is at fucking."

"How did he do?"

"Oh, OK.  The guy was a really experienced fucker,
with a really big dick - like this slave, here.  But
he was so turned on by the boy that he hardly had time
to do anything - he was so excited that he banged away
really hard - the lad was squealing like a stuck pig -
but he came almost immediately.  I was hoping that
we'd have had a bit of sport, you know - impale the
lad on the guy's dick and walk around the room with
him, 'spit roast' him with my dick down his throat, or
something.  Still, the lad at least knows what it is
now to take a big dick, and to take it hard!  He won't
be sitting down comfortably for a few days as his ass
is pretty sore - especially as the guy was into
spanking, and after he'd fucked the boy, he wanted to
spank him."

"Well, do you need any more help with his education
this evening?"

"You offering?"

"Sure!  Who wouldn't want to try out that lad's ass?"

"But you must get so many slaves like that in your
job...."

"No, actually.  There aren't many sixteen year olds,
and in fact not many under twenty - all those
do-gooders who club together to pay the fines of the
poor young offenders.  But, in any case, we're not
allowed to fuck the slaves, it's a house rule."

"No kidding!"

"Yes.  All day, I see nothing but amazing slave flesh,
paraded naked in front of me, but it's strictly no
fucking!  I go home so frustrated most nights that
it's all I can do to eat my dinner - I want to go and
fuck my old lady as soon as I go in through the door,
but she always insists we eat first!  An then, after a
heavy meal and a couple of beers, a whole lot of the
spontaneity has gone away."

"Yes. Women can be bitches, can't they?  Always trying
to turn off a man's natural desires."

"Yup.  I guess that's why slaves are becoming so
expensive - the slave price index is racing ahead at
four times the inflation rate, you know.  I guess more
and more guys appreciate having a slave who's there
for the fucking whenever they want to do it - no
excuses, no delay.. Just fuck it, when you feel like
it."

"I tell you what", said the dealer. "To make it a bit
more interesting - I'll let you fuck the boy after the
race.  Standard half day's hire if your slave doesn't
win, and free if he does.  That way, we'll both have
more of an interest in the outcome."

"Deal!".

The two men smiled, and shook hands, and I realised
I'd learned new lessons about slave ownership -
fucking slaves was OK, it was something everyone could
do.  Even married men seemed to think it was OK.
Well, I'd never thought that, I'd  never wanted to go
up another man's ass - and the thought still sickened
me slightly.  But  I could sympathise with the
problems of not getting enough fucking - I'd lost
count of the number of times I'd got home from the
site, having worked my guts out all day, only to have
that bitch of a wife tell me she didn't want sex.  At
first, I'd put up with it.  But later on in our
marriage I'd got fed up and took what was mine by
right anyway - it was so much easier to know that I
could have sex whenever I wanted. I suppose that's why
some men bought slaves - not everyone has the courage,
or the strength, to make their old lady give them what
they need.

At that moment the boy got back, handed the guy a
small black bag, and knelt in front of the dealer,
breathing hard.  I could see his sharply defined ribs
rising and falling as he sucked air in after his run,
and his dick was semi-erect - I guess it might have
been from thrashing around whilst he was running, and
it had made him all excited.

"Kneel down, slave, shoulders into the ground, and ass
high.  Pull those cheeks apart!" The dealer commanded
me.

He opened the bag and I saw what I took to be a row of
dildos!  At one point when my wife had been
complaining about the amount of fucking I'd thought
she was finding it hard to take my huge dick.  So in
an effort to please her, as our first anniversary
present, I'd gone into one of those sex shops and
bought a dildo and started to try to use it on her,
but she'd freaked out! I'd only wanted to see if it
was the size of my dick that was causing her problems,
but I guess it was the thought of me pushing anything
up there that she actually hated.  So I knew what they
were, and I hated the idea of having one up my ass -
that must be what he was intending.

"Please, sir... Please.... Please don't use a dildo on
me."

Both the dealer and the guard broke out laughing.

The dealer moved around so that I could see him by
bending my head as I knelt there, and said "Why would
we want to use a dildo on you, boy?  If we wanted to
pleasure your ass, we'd use our dicks!  This isn't a
dildo - dildos are straight, and for play.  This is a
butt plug, and it's definitely not for playing with."

"Look", he went on. "See - it's cone shaped at the
top, to get in through your hole. Then there's this
place where it goes in, and this plate on the end.
When I've screwed it into your ass, your sphincter
will clamp around the place where it's smaller, and
the plate will stop it going all the way in as it
stays outside your hole.  I'll just grease it up, to
make it easy for you.... Now... Get ready....."

I felt the cold plastic-like material touch my hole,
and then I started to get really harsh pains as the
dealer forced the vile thing up me.  He was huffing
and puffing, and I was moaning and complaining.  Then
there was a kind of "plop", and I felt a lot better -
there was something up my ass, I could tell, but it no
longer hurt."

"How's that, slave?"

"Fine, sir."

The guard said "It's too small then - I guess we'd
better use a larger size."

There was a lot more acute discomfort for me, a lot
more huffing and puffing from the dealer, and then,
blissfully, the thing came out.  Other than an
incredible feeling of tightness in my ass, I was OK.
But only for an instant - I saw them take an even
bigger one out of the bag and slick it with grease,
then the pushing and shoving at my ass started all
over again.

This time I couldn't help myself - I cried out.  I
begged them to stop.  I called them dirty cunts, who
didn't know  I was a man.  It went on and on - but
then I was almost overcome with that feeling you get
as you start to shoot.... I just had to shut up... And
I started to moan, softly.

"OK, slave.  We'll forgive you all that!  But don't
make a habit of it.  A lot of men couldn't take one
this size, even after years of practice.  But I think,
from that moaning, that it's done the trick?"

"Sir, please.... I don't know...."

"It's touching your prostate.  So every time your ass
moves, your prostate gets a little nudge.  Good, isn't
it?"

"Now, over on your back, and try to jerk off", the
dealer continued.

I rolled over, and lay there on the warm grass looking
up at the deep blue sky.  The last time I'd been like
this, Id' been on a picnic with my kids.  How could I
have gone from being a normal happy father, taking his
kids out for a treat, to this, a naked slave, lying
there with a butt plug stuffed up me, with three guys
looking down at me, and trying to save my life by
winning some bizarre sex competition?

"I said jerk off!", he snapped again, breaking my
reverie.

Although my brain was flooded with thoughts of sex,
and I had those amazing feelings welling deep inside
of me, it  didn't seem to make much difference to my
dick.  It just lay there, only half-hard, even though
I was beating it away so vigorously that I thought I
might end up with a wank scar!  Did you get those, as
a lad, before you started fucking?  You know, when you
beat your meat so often, or so hard, that the skin
breaks and you get a little sore half way along the
shaft?  Then you're really stuck - jerking off starts
to hurt.  And when you're young and horny, not jerking
off hurts you even more!

"I'm sorry, sir...."

The dealer looked at the boy slave, and said "Go down
on him.  Get that tongue of yours around his head, and
get him hard... Or else!"

Without hesitating, the slave dropped to his knees
beside me, and leant over me.  He took hold of my hand
that was still frantically trying to beat life into my
dick, and very gently stopped me.  Then his head went
down, and.... Oh...... His tongue had come out, and he
was licking my dick, very slowly, very carefully, in
long strokes from one end to the other.  He did it two
or three times, then gently took hold of my dick so he
could try to get his tongue in by my piss slit - my
foreskin was still right over it, though, so he very
gently eased my 'skin back, then flicked his tongue in
and out to tease my exposed dick head.  I started to
moan with pleasure, and I could feel my cock going
erect... But he worked on.  His tongue was now between
my dick head and my 'skin, and he was moving it
around.  I arched my back in pleasure, forcing my dick
upwards at him.  I moaned, as the pleasure he was
causing my dick was mirrored in the sensations coming
form my prostate as the plug moved in my ass as my
body went upwards.

Of course I'd had blow jobs before - most of my girl
friends had given them to me, and my wife, although
she was always complaining about it and really hated
doing it.  But this was like no other - he hadn't even
taken my dick entirely into his mouth yet, just teased
and played with the head, but it was already a million
times better than anything I'd ever had before.  Jesus
Christ!  No wonder some guys liked getting their cocks
sucked by other guys - I began to realise that you
needed to know how it really could be done, and what
it felt like to have an expert do it to you, so that
you could pass on this knowledge to another man.
There was never going to be any way that a woman could
understand how to pleasure a man like this....

"OK!  Stop that", the dealer shouted, and pulled the
young lad away from me so hard that he fell over
backwards and lay on his back on the grass, too.  "You
were only meant to get him hard, not bring him off!
If he shoots now, he'll never be able to do it at the
end of the race."

"You dirty little cum-drinker", he went on at the lad,
who just lay there looking up at him.  "I've told you
before that you only excite the guy like this.  Real
men shoot up your ass.  You're always trying to get me
to shoot into your mouth, aren't you - always trying
to get a big mouth full of man juice?  And you know
I've told you a hundred times to only get me excited,
as my seed is saved to go up your guts!  Now you're
doing it again - trying to drink this slave down."

"I told you you'd be punished next time, and now's as
good a time as ever.  Lie across the slave!"

The lad crawled over to me as I lay there, and looking
up at his master for guidance, crawled over me and
gently lowered himself so that his crotch was pressed
into my belly, and his ass was jutting upwards, next
to my erect prick.   I could feel the warmth of his
dick, and the scratchiness of his pubic hair scraping
my stomach muscles.

"Do you want to help?", the dealer asked the guard.
"I've spanked the lad once today - more of a bit of
sexual fun, actually, as both the guy who was fucking
and I like a little bit of chastisement, especially
when it's of a young, firm ass like this lad has.  But
he needs to be hurt a bit, to teach him a lesson.  You
look like a tough guy - do you ever spank your slaves
at that dealership?"

"I wish!", the guard said.   "We normally don't get to
play with them at all.  But I know what you mean,
about a hot young ass under your hand.  But if you've
already done it once today, there's not much point....
Unless I use the belt."

"Sure.  Anything you like.  But don't use the buckle
end, as I don't want any bloody marks - I've got to
fuck it again tonight, you know."

The guard slowly pulled the big leather belt out from
his jeans, then knelt down beside the boy lying across
me, who was now trembling faintly - I could feel his
body almost vibrate against my own, and he was
starting to stream with sweat, as I already was.

"Here, boy... Kiss this belt, to show it proper
reverence" the guard murmured, so quiet you could
hardly hear.  He held the belt out towards the lad,
and the poor guys' trembling increased almost to a
violent pitch as he leaned his head forward and
pressed his lips to the black leather.

"Good.... Now, you know how real men take it, don't
you?   No screaming, no shouting - just hold it in.
There's no point in screaming, as I'll only hit you
more, one more stroke for every scream. I know most of
it is fake, anyway, as lads like you who get spanked
like to make you think you're hurting them.  But I
know I'm really hurting you anyway, so there's no
point."

He raised the belt, and brought it down with a great
"slap" on the lad's ass.  I could feel a great shudder
run through him, his face contorted, and his breath
sucked in.

Five more times the belt flew threw the air and landed
on the poor lad, and each time the uncontrollable
reaction of his body against mine seemed to get worse.
 I knew he must be in great pain, but, as he'd been
told, he didn't scream, although tears were flowing
down his face as he lay there.  And there was
something else, too - I could feel his cock almost
forcing its way into my navel, he was so erect.  And
he was covered in sweat, but my belly seemed to be
very, very wet.

"OK, get up, and remember this lesson!" The guard told
him.  And then, the next moment "Oh no, you dirty
little cunt!  You've cum, haven't you?  Look at that
slave's belly - what's that pool of white stuff there?
 You shot a load, didn't you, whilst you were being
thrashed?"

I reached down and touched my belly, and it was true -
there was that unmistakable warm sliminess of cum all
over me.  Fucking hell - things were going from bad to
worse!  Having to lie here and be butt plugged.
Having to try to jerk off in front of these other
guys.  And now, getting covered in a young lad's
cum...

"Please, master, I couldn't help it.... Being on top
of the slave, having my ass thrashed, I couldn't stop
it, please...."

"You know you're not allowed to cum with out my
permission, don't you?"

"Yes, master."

"And did I give you my permission?"

"No, master."

" So what happens now?"

"I get punished, master."

"Quite so.  But the guard here and I will save that up
for tonight, as a little something extra to amuse us.
We don't have time now, and, anyway, we need to let
that thrashing to wear off a bit so the next one
'bites' again.  But we can't let the slave go like
that - clean him up!"

The boy fell to his knees again, and to my utter
astonishment started to run his tongue all over my
belly, licking up his cum!  It was such an amazing
feeling to feel his sensitive moist warm tongue
flickering over my taught belly muscles that my cock
started to jerk with excitement - I felt I was about
to cum myself!

The guard must have seen these signs of a shoot
starting, because he deftly flicked the tip of his
belt down and hit my balls with it.  I screamed, both
as it was so unexpected, and because it fucking hurt
so much - but it stopped the flow of cum before it had
left my sac!

"OK, slave, on your feet.  The race is about to
start", the dealer commanded.

End Of Part 4