Date: Fri, 4 Dec 2015 22:05:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: PASSING - PART SEVEN

PASSING

A story by Pete Brown  (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)

Part  Seven         A breeding.  Encounters with a slave trader.

When we got back to Dave's place and went through in to his living room
Greg scrambled to get to his feet, as Timmy already had.  Greg was hampered
by the black girl being all over him again, and he really had to push her
off to be able to get to his feet.  His zipper on his fleece was pushed
down to his navel and he looked erect judging from the bulge in his jeans-
well, I suppose a guy like Greg would be with a girl rubbing herself all
over his chest, as he always says he's "straight".

Dave sat on the sofa and motioned for me to do so too, which I did, then he
told Timmy to go out and get us a couple of beers, which he did - I
protested that I didn't want any more, but Dave brushed my objection aside
telling me that we needed a beer as there was more entertainment on its
way.  "I've sold the girl", he said casually. "To an old guy.  A really old
guy, who can't actually get it up any more.  And he wants her pregnant.  So
we're going to get Timmy here to show us how he can perform - he was
enslaved for spending too much time with the girls, as I've told you."

He pointed at Timmy, standing there in his tiny shorts with a hugely
noticeable bulge in the front and said "Drop `em".  Timmy did, and as the
waistband cleared his cock it reared up to be almost parallel to his belly.

"But why...?"

"Look, if you've got a male slave who's too frisky for you the solution is
simple - you take one or both of its balls of to calm him down a bit.
Nowadays it doesn't even have to spoil his look, as you can have prosthetic
ones put in - and some people even think that their slave looks better
afterwards, especially if you use stainless steel balls as they are heavier
and so hang a lot lower.  Mind you, I don't usually recommend it..."

"I'm glad!  A guy losing his balls...."

"No, you really are naive about the slave business, aren't you.  It doesn't
mater about the slave, it's the ongoing expense."  Dave saw me looking
puzzled and went on "Think about it - you have prosthetics installed so as
not to spoil the `look' of the slave.  So presumably it's got a pretty nice
body, good muscle tone, all that kind of stuff that owners like. So if you
take its balls off it will then lose that as the male hormones fade
away.... So you have to give it hormone shots regularly.  And the
manufacturers know what it's being used for, so they ramp up the price!"

I nodded, and, warming to his subject, Dave went on "It's different with
females of course - no balls!  And no real equivalent that you can take
out, either.  So if you want to calm a female down you get it pregnant.
After the first month or two it's in no state to be frisky or rebellious.
Then when it's got a pup the problem's solved: all you have to do is
threaten to sell off the mother, or the pup, separately.  Most of them will
then do anything to try to stay with the pup... So prefect behaviour.
Problem solved."

I nodded.  I could see the sense in that.  And Dave went on "...at least
until you decide to sell the pup anyway - young `bred' slave go for good
money, you know.  But by then you've had time to plan to get the slave
pregnant again, and you can carry on repeating the cycle... Until the slave
is so old you don't fancy it anyway."

"So this old guy...?"

"Well, as I said, he can't get it up!  But in any case a lot of owners of
females don't want to get them pregnant themselves, as they don't like the
thought of selling the pups who are their own kids.  So I do a fair bit of
business in making it all happen.... And it can be fun, as we shall see."

He nodded at Timmy, who advanced on the black girl, his cock bobbing
proudly in front of him.  I initially felt a bit sorry for him as he was
after all only sixteen, and she was a lot older. And really sorry as she
sprang at him and started to beat at him with her fists, shouting "Keep
away from me...." and stuff like that.  Then she tried to rake across his
face with her long fingernails - there was some blood as she half
succeeded, and reached down and tried to grab at his cock.

That seemed to galvanise Timmy into action, and he simply hit her, or
should I say slapped her, slapped her across the face, hard.  And even a
sixteen year old, a sixteen year old in great physical condition, can
strike a mean blow.  She staggered, and fell.  And then Timmy was on her!

Dave and I sat there and watched as this was so much more exciting than the
bout in the pub, where it had been a whore paid for it and a young guy
wanting it, egged on by his mates. All the other men around and the
shouting and the noise kind of cut us off from the action a little, made it
seem remote in some way.  Here though she certainly didn't want it, it was
happening directly in front of us, and there were no other sounds to
disturb the sheer animal noises of a male in rut and the screams of the
female as she realised she had no option but to accept a cock.  Mind you
she was raking Timmy's back with her nails as he fucked away and there was
a lot of blood starting to flow - but somehow that added to the excitement.

Dave shuffled a bit and out of the corner of my eye I saw it was so he
could unzip and get his cock out, and he began to stroke himself.  I'd seen
his cock in the gents at the pub and thought it was a good one, but now in
its erect state it was magnificent!  And as he worked away and his foreskin
retracted I was almost overcome by the sight of his dark red cock head,
glistening with pre-cum.

Then I began to worry.  What should I do?  I'd never wanked in front of
another man before - ell, except Greg, and he's a slave, and I suppose that
doesn't really count.  I was hard enough - seeing Dave's cock had started
that. If I didn't do something, Dave might think I was odd.  But actually
my mind was kind of made up for me as my cock was straining so hard now
that it was almost painful as I watched Timmy's young buttocks pounding up
and down right there, so close I could almost touch them. And I could smell
the male odours of Dave, pressed so close to me on the sofa So I too
"eased" myself and my cock sprang up - a really good, really hard erection.
And almost without thinking, I began to stroke myself, too.  I couldn`t
help tearing my eyes away from the sight of Timmy to take a closer look at
Dave, either - and I felt at first relief, and then pride, as I realised
that my cock wasn`t smaller than his as I had feared it midget be as he was
such a big, tough "masculine" guy; it might even be a bit longer.

The trouble with having such a young guy as Timmy fucking is that they've
got no control.  Almost as soon as he had begun it seemed, he gave a great
shout and thrust himself deep into the girl one last time, then lay there,
panting.  Her screaming and whimpering had died away and she stopped
slashing at his back and simply lay there, beginning to sob.  Timmy started
to pull himself out and up, but Dave reached forward and slapped him hard
on his left bum, saying "Not so fast, my lad!  You stay in there - we want
all your little swimmers to have a as good a start as they can get."

Dave looked at me then, as we sat side by side stroking our cocks.  He
looked not only at my face, but down at my cock.  I began to blush as I
realised my cock head was slippery with pre-cum too.

"Too fucking quick, wasn't it?  I reckon you and me deserve a bit more time
to get off."

I nodded, secretly pleased that Dave was treating us as equals.  "So why
don't we get that slave of yours to dip his wick in?  Let's see how an
older bloke makes out.  It should take a bit longer, anyway."

I nodded again, then realised what I'd done as I saw Greg really glaring
and was about to say something.  I was terrified that Greg might refuse,
and Dave would see that I wasn`t a "proper" slave owner, with a slave who
simply obeyed.  I've told you how Greg really wasn't happy with sucking me
off even after a long time, and now I didn't think he would agree to fuck
in front of us.  Then I stopped myself thinking those thoughts, it was all
wrong!  Greg didn't need to "agree" with anything!  He was a slave, my
slave.  And slaves should obey.

"Get naked", I called out to Greg.  I saw him hesitate but before he could
actually refuse I said casually to Dave, loud enough so that Greg could
hear.  "This should be good.  The slave is always telling me how he's
`straight' - and that's what he was enslaved for actually, fucking some
woman or other.  But I've never seen him in action with a female."

That sounded good, I thought... "Never... in action with a female" kind of
implied I'd seen him fucking males lots of times - Dave would think I was
perfectly normal.  Then to make sure Greg got the message I went on, to
Dave, "I've been thinking of selling him and getting a younger slave -
another ex-soldier, like him.  I guess I could ask you to sell him for me?
You must get a lot of `difficult' ex-soldiers in here.  And you could do a
trade-in?"

Dave nodded, and I could see my message was getting through to Greg.  I
knew he was terrified of being sold, as he knew life with me was pretty
good and a new owner of an older slave would almost certainly only use it
for hard labour and toil.  As we watched, he finished unzipping the fleece
and tossed it aside.  Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down and
it was good to see he was at least ready for action - his cock was rock
solid, jutting out in front.  Not as high as Timmy's had been, but then you
expect that, don't you - an older guy, much heavier built with a much
thicker cock - it's not going to be a real belly-slapper.

Dave let Timmy pull out and get to his feet and he was still half erect -
another benefit of youth, I suppose.  Dave and I sat there and I could see
he was doing the same as I was, comparing and contrasting the two slaves
with their very different physiques.  Seeing them side by side was an
erotic scene in itself, and my cock went even harder, if that's possible!

Greg's technique was quite different from Timmy's.  For one thing he didn't
just fuck her, but he played with her tits, cupping them in his big hands.
Then after he'd entered her in the "missionary" position I guess you'd call
it, he pulled out, flipped her over on to her belly, put is arm under her
to haul her to a kneeling position, and went in doggy-style.

It was utterly thrilling, and it went on and on, and Greg's big powerful
buttocks seemed to be tireless in pounding up and down.  I was watching so
intently that I didn't feel at first Dave's hand on mine as I wanked, until
he pushed it down a bit so that he was stroking my cock too!  I sat there
thinking about what Dave would think if I tried to stop him touching me
like that, then realised I didn't care - it felt good to have another man's
hand on my cock, especially as Dave started to take control by changing my
natural pace.

Greg gave a great sigh then and I saw his body relax.  He let the girl down
on to the floor, but stayed in her, his body sprawled all over he and her
arms and legs sticking out from under him.  The contrast between her jet
black skin and Greg's tan made it somehow extra erotic.

Before I could do or say anything Dave pushed his face close to mine and
whispered "I think you and I have some unfinished business.... Come on..."

Still holding my cock he got slowly to his feet, and I really had no choice
but to do the same.  He didn't let go and led me across the room using my
cock as if it was a handle almost, both of us shuffling a bit awkwardly as
we tried to stop our trousers and underwear from tripping us up.

Dave led me in to what I assume was his bedroom.  Very masculine - no
ornaments, just a couple of chests for his clothes, I suppose, and a big
bed.  A very big bed.  With very severe, dark grey bed linen.  We stood
there facing each other, Dave let go of my cock, put his hand behind my
head and pulled my face against his.  His tongue pushed at my lips and I
had no option but to open them to let him in, and then all of a sudden we
were kissing, kissing passionately.  We were almost snarling, as if we were
tigers, as with arms around each other we carried on kissing, really deep
kissing, as if our tongues wanted to bury themselves in each others
throats.  We broke off, and almost tore each others shirts off in a frenzy.
Dave's head bobbed down and I cried out with the sheer unexpected shock as
he bit my nipples - not hard - but it was so sensual as his head swayed
from side to side nipping at one and then the other.  I began to laugh,
laugh uncontrollably.  No one had ever done this before and I had this
strange feeling like when you're tickled - you want it to stop, but you
want it to go on.

He stopped, and hugged me close and half whispered "You like that, don't
you?  A lot of men do.  Hasn't anyone ever played with your tits before?"

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't want to look inexperienced.  So
instead I bent my head and took his left tit into my mouth.  It was so
strange. The texture. The way it stiffened as I licked it.  The salt taste
of the sweat on Dave's skin. The faint tickling of his chest hair on my
nose.  I bit - gently enough I hoped - but was that little yelp from Dave
pleasure, or pain?  I moved to his other tit, and did it again.  Then moved
up and this time it was my tongue demanding entrance to his mouth, me
pulling us close together as if I wanted us to fuse into one.  His body was
hot against mine, and my cock was twitching as all the movement was making
it rub against Dave's (we are, as I've told you, about the same size).

It was probably my inexperience that made us stumble as our feet were still
knotted in our trousers, and we fell back on the bed.  But it was lucky,
perfect really, because I was on top of Dave and as he sprawled there under
me I was somehow reminded of Greg on top of the girl.  I grabbed his wrists
and pushed them down on to the bed, above his head, and began to kiss him
again, and then moved down and this time as I bit into his hard tits it
wasn't quite so gentle - Dave cried out, and struggled, but as you all
know, when you're on top of another guy, even if he's stronger than you but
you have his hands pinioned above his head, there's not a lot he can do
about it as the mechanical advantage is all with you.

His struggles aroused me eve more, and I plunged my face into his armpits.
I was assailed by the sheer virility of the smell of his sweat and wanted
to lie there and breathe it in deeply, but something drove me on and I sank
my teeth into the tender skin on the underneath of the top of his arms,
getting more cries from Dave and little pleas to stop.

I raised my head and looked down at him, conscious that I was panting
heavily, and recklessly laughing.  I was so aroused and happy.

"Enough..." He gasped, "Enough.... Let's stop all this foreplay.  My cock's
so fucking hard it's painful...."

I realised mine was too, and rolled off him so were side by side, on our
backs.  Down the length of my body I could see my cock rock hard, waving
about a little as my breathing was so deep and heavy that my body was
moving.  And there was a big drool of pre-cum glistening in the light.  I
didn't know what to do next - was I expected to fuck him?  But I didn't
have to worry. Dave sat up, then fell to his knees by the side of me and
undid my shoes, pulled them and my socks off and then removed my bunched up
trousers and underpants.  I lay there as he then got totally naked too,
then threw himself down on to the bed, but this time with his head on the
pillows.  I realised my own head was now exactly at the same level as his
cock - a cock drooling pre-cum, as was my own.

Look, I've tasted another man's cock before.  I guess we all have.  It's
something all men do at least once, isn't it?  But I hadn't done it for a
long time - it's Greg who sucks mine, and I had never wanted to suck his.
But this was different - I moved over a little, half sat up, then reached
down and slowly and carefully let my tongue slide over Dave's cock head,
with its coating of pre-cum.  He moaned.  I let my tongue play around the
flange of his cock, hearing him continue to moan softly as I did so, then
really lapped at his frenulum, causing him to start to writhe gently under
me.

It felt good.  So good.  But what was I going to do next?  I was used to
seeing Greg gagging and choking as I pushed my cock down his throat, and I
didn't want to be like that.  So I stopped, and hauled myself up the bed so
we were face to face.

"You didn't have to stop...", Dave said quietly.

"I didn't have to..... But I wanted to...."  Well, that was the truth.  I
was almost desperate as I didn't want him to think that I was inexperienced
and didn't know what I was doing, I kissed him again.  And then, feeling
our cocks touch, reached down and worked them so that they were side by
side, with my hand almost wrapped around them holding them together.
Dave's wiry pubes tickled my cock head, and I guess he was feeling the same
as we were so similar in size.  It felt wonderful to have this warn, damp,
slippery piece of him pressed all against me, and I stroked my hand slowly,
a caress, really.  Dave moaned.  His hand joined mine.  Clumsily at first,
but then getting faster and pressing harder as our confidence and practice
grew, we wanked our cocks pressed together like that.  And we both shot our
loads at the same time - I could feel some of Dave's cum on my skin through
what I knew would be a sticky mess of my pubes.  And I began to smile, then
grin, then quietly chuckle as I knew he would be in the same way, with my
cum all over him.

Dave put his other arm under his head and lay there, breathing heavily, as
was I.  He was silent for a few seconds, which seemed like minutes.  Then
with a surprising agility he half rolled off the bed, stood up, pulled the
duvet - hard - so that it came out from under me, threw himself down beside
me again and pulled the duvet up over us - right over us, so our heads were
under it too.  He was laughing softly as he pulled us together, his hand
sliding up and down my sweat-soaked back.  And as we moved the delicious
scent of sweat, cum and... and "male" I suppose you could say, drifted up
the bed at our noses.  As we lay there in the darkness I could feel the
beating of his heart, and hear his breath.  It felt so safe.  I felt so
secure.  It was so right.

The next thing I remember was a stinging slap on my bum!  I came awake,
wondered for a moment where the fuck I was, then remembered.  I was
sprawled on my stomach, my head cradled in my arms, and there was Dave,
standing over me, smiling down.  He was naked, but his cock was now hanging
down normally.  He was holding two mugs and I could smell tea.  "Sleeping
like a baby and snoring like a pig...."

"I don't snore."

"Well you give a remarkably good impression of it, then.  Now, roll over,
and make room for me...."

"Hey, my bum, it stings...."

"It's meant to!  Only way to get you awake.  And I get a lot of practice of
slapping men's asses, you know.  Normally a whole lot harder, of course.
And usually I use a strap.  Perhaps we'll try that one day.  Now, shut the
fuck up and do as you're told - I want to get in beside you again and I
can`t do it with you sprawled all over the place."

We lay there on our backs then, propped up on the pillows, each holding a
mug of tea.  I could feel the heat of his body all along mine.  I reached
down and stroked his cock and cupped his balls.

"Fucking be careful, will you!  I've got this hot tea here, and you're
playing with my balls..."

I squeezed them gently, but not quickly so it was a surprise.  Just
relentless slow pressure. "That's for slapping my bum."

He turned his face to me and kissed me.  "So, you like a bit of adventure
in bed, do you?  I'd marked you down as a pretty much vanilla kind of
bloke.  Still, owning that magnificent piece of muscle, and then getting
that other slave with that small tight ass.... Perhaps I should have known
you liked a bit of everything."

I was pleased to hear him think I was experienced, but there was a niggling
worry, too, about where this was leading.  "Yes, I guess so", I muttered,
trying to sound noncommittal.

"So what shall we do when we've finished our tea, then?  Who's going to
fuck who?"  He smiled at me again, and added "Or should that be "who fucks
whom, for an educated bloke like you?"  He paused a moment and went on "Or
we could of course have Timmy and that big slave of yours in here.  I
haven't had a big muscular ass like your slave's for a long time.  And you
could fuck Timmy.  That would be kind of fun - I have this big bed, but I
don't often get another bloke who wants to play..."

"You don't OFTEN get another...  You mean you do have men who want to?"

"Jealous already, are you?  And you and me haven't even got really started
yet."

I could see a way out now.  "I'd love to stop and teach you a few new
tricks, but it will have to be another time."

"Why?!

"I've got a conference call.... I must take it."

"It's Sunday!"

"Well unlike you self-employed people, I have to work when my employer
fixes things. Sorry, but it's an important call..."

He grinned.  "Hey, it could be fun!  Take your call, and I'll lie here
beside you playing with you.  Let's see how you concentrate..."

Fucking hell!  This was serious. I might bed discovered now not only to be
a bit naive in bed, but to have lied about a call.  "Sorry, but it will
have to be another time... honest!  There's all kinds of stuff on my PC at
home I need as we're talking."

Before he could say another word I swung myself off the bed and started to
dress.  It was kind of uncomfortable to have him watch me as I tried to
pull my underwear and trousers on, hopping from foot to foot.  I've told
you how I think it's kind of erotic to see slaves doing that, and now it
was me doing it in front of Dave.

He still lay there, then said casually "See yourself out - I'm still horny.
Send Timmy in as you leave, will you?  I'll call you tomorrow and tell you
haw I'm getting on with that other slave of yours, and perhaps you can come
along tomorrow night and inspect progress.... And we could pick up where we
left off, afterwards!"

I bend over and kissed him lightly, springing back as his hand snaked up to
try and pull my head down.  "Will do!".

END OF PART SEVEN