Date: Wed, 12 Jan 2005 14:23:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pleasure Slave, Part 12

PLEASURE SLAVE, By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 12

After my experience with  Ray I felt so much more
confident, and after my night with Gary I knew that I
had to obey my owners and complete the "tick sheet" or
else they wouldn't hesitate to punish me.  So,
screwing up my courage, I approached another guy that
day and had sex with him - first, with him fucking me,
and then with me taking him (rather more vigorously!).


It's a bit like swimming, I suppose - even on the
hottest day you stand on the edge of the pool, not
wanting to jump in because you're worried about the
initial shock of the cold water.  But once you're in,
the water's lovely!  Well, for me, proper sex was like
that:  it took me a long time to get started, but once
I was "in", it was fantastic:  I steadily worked my
way down the list of guys, jerking off, sucking, being
sucked, fucking, and being fucked.

On my list I'd seen that I had to go with the big
nigga, Jomo, several times, and I think it was on
about day three of four that I finally plucked up the
courage to approach him - to tell you the truth, I was
a bit worried about the size of his dick, and about
the power and strength of him generally.  I was
probably the tallest and most well-built guy in the
place apart from Jomo, and as I was being fucked by
one of the others I kind of knew "inside" that I was
submitting voluntarily - if I'd wanted, I knew I was
strong enough to throw the guy off;  I was, if you
like, "submitting" to him voluntarily (whilst knowing
of course that I had to do it eventually to fulfil my
owners' orders).   But with Jomo it would be different
- once he was riding me, there would be no way that I
could make him stop - if he chose to fuck me hard,
very hard, there would be absolutely nothing  I could
do about it.

It was with immense trepidation that I therefore
approached him, but of course I didn't let him see
this - I mean, you never admit to another guy that
you're afraid, do you?  He grinned at me, said that he
had been looking forward to it, and we went over to
one of the empty beds - it was midmorning, so most of
the other guys were exercising and we were mostly
alone.

"So, Steve, who's first - are you going to fuck me, or
me fuck you?", he asked , as if it was the most normal
kind of question in  the world to ask.

Now ideally I'd have liked to fuck him first, but I
was worried that I'd lose control as usual and go at
him very hard.  Then, having done that, he'd have the
perfect excuse for fucking me hard, wouldn't he?
Consequently I mumbled that he should start, and he
grinned again and  said "OK,  boy, but you can choose
- shall I fuck you across the bed, or kneeling, doggy
fashion, or on your back, as in the missionary
position?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, you white folks invented the 'missionary'
position, when you went out and fucked the poor black
folks all those centuries ago.  So perhaps it might be
poetic justice if I did that... On your back, boy, and
get your legs up in the air."

I didn't really like being called "boy", but he was
bigger than me,  so I just accepted it.  I lay down
with some trepidation, and went to pull my ankles up
towards my head.

"Shall I  clip your ankle and writs bracelets
together?", he said, rather impishly, "or have you got
enough self control to hang on when I go into you?"

As he said this he came and knelt between my legs, and
was stroking his dick into life.  It was fearsome
enough when it was just hanging there soft, but as he
went erect it made me shudder, it was so long and,
more importantly, thick.  I liked my lips nervously,
and I guess my whole body language must have been
giving me away, as he said "Are you OK, Steve?"

"Yes."

"You don't sound it.... Come on, tell Jomo what the
problem is!"

"Nothing."

"Hey, Steve, this is supposed to be fun, you know.
OK, it's our work - but if you don't enjoy your work,
what's the point?  There are too many guys out there
who toil away, day in and day out, in jobs they hate.
It's bad enough being a slave, but if you have to do
work you loathe as swell..... That's double trouble.
So why don't you at least try to enjoy it?"

"I do enjoy it.... I've had sex with several of the
guys now, and it's fun...."

"So cheer up, then... Let's see a smile on your
face.... Being a pleasure slave isn't just about
getting fucked, you know - you're supposed to provide
a complete experience for the clients, and they don't
want to see some long face, do they?  If you're
smiling and enjoying it, they will, too.  And then
they'll give you a good mark in the customer
satisfaction survey, and will probably tip you, too."

"Uh?"

"Well, this isn't really the time to be discussing
this, but hasn't anyone told you that every client
gets a 'customer satisfaction' form to fill out after
his session?  Master Jed and Master Brett are really
keen on it - they track the overall number the clients
give us, and they're really proud that their place is
one of the best performing ones - and actually you
have to be really careful not to let your personal
rating slip, else Master Jed, in particular, can be
really vicious.  And the tip - well, isn't it obvious?
 If you go to a restaurant and get good service, you
leave the waiter or waitress something, don't you?
Well, it's just the same with us - the bills for our
service mostly go direct to the companies that employ
these guys, but they can always give you a little cash
when you're leaving, if they're really satisfied.
Mind you, some of them can be really mean - they're
all earning tens, if not hundreds, of thousands of  a
year, and yet when they have to shell out their own
cash, they can be as tight a as a virgin's ass!  A lot
of them give you a fifty, but some tight bastards only
drop a twenty."

"But what good's that to me?"

"You know about that savings count you have, where the
owner has to pay a thousand a year in to provide you
with a 'nest egg' when you're free?"

"Yes."

"Well you can go to any Post office, give them your
Slave ID Number, and they can add money  to the
account.  It's perfectly safe, as your owner
specifically has no access to it whilst you're his
slave.  So you put all the tips in, as you earn them -
and over the time you're here, they'll really mount
up.  It's really worthwhile making a huge effort to
please the client, therefore, as you may as well get a
fifty, or even a hundred, for your efforts, rather
than nothing."

"...so, Steve... Why don't you start practising now?
Let me see a big,  bright smile, to encourage poor
Jomo as he starts to fuck you...."

When I still just lay there, he looked down at me
again and asked, now very concerned, "Hey, Steve, are
you OK?  You look scared as hell!"

Look, I hate to admit to being afraid , but I just had
to mumble "It's your dick....  "

"Ah, another white guy who's scared of nigga dick....
Come on, tell Jomo all about it...."

"I can't take that huge thick thing up my ass - it
will rip me apart..."

"Don't be so stupid!  Of course it won't!"

"But my ass isn't that big...."

He was laughing now.  "Oh, Steve, you do still have a
lot to learn, don't you?  How big is the biggest turd
you've ever dropped?  Was it thicker than my dick?"
He leaned forward and waggled the huge monster over my
belly, so  I could see it clearly.

"Yes, I guess so...."

"Well then, if a big thick turd can get out, Jomo's
big thick dick can get in....  Don't you worry about
it... Jomo knows what he's doing...."

"But...."

"No, Steve, don't worry.  Sure, if I just threw you to
the ground, hauled your ass into the air and thrust my
dick home, you'd have big, big problems.  I'd almost
certainly tear your sphincter, and you'd need to go to
the emergency room afterwards - that is if you could
still walk, and could still tell them what was the
problem, as you'd have lost your voice from the
screaming.  But the secret's in the preparation  -
provided I massage you and stretch you properly, your
ass can easily accommodate me, and you'll be amazed at
the feeling then as a really thick dick fucks you...
Unless you're prejudiced, that is...?"

"Prejudiced?"

"Hey, Steve, this is the real world!  A lot of white
guys won't take nigga dick at all.  And a lot of the
rest take one look at a really thick one, and go for
one of the thin ones instead - one of those that's
more like a stick of asparagus!  Well, they don't know
what they're missing - there's  no fun in being fucked
by an asparagus spear - a real man wants to feel a
really thick proper man's dick inside him....  So, are
you prejudiced?"

"No, I guess not...."

"OK, then, let's start....  Put your legs down for a
minute..."

As I watched , he leaned forward an took my dick in
his mouth.  As his tongue swirled over my piss slit
and his lips caressed the shaft, I went hard as a
rock, and I have to admit that seeing the big black
body bobbing up and down as he started to service me
was a real turn on - so much muscle, so much power,
and all used with such amazing finesse to work on my
dick.    After a few minutes, though, he raised his
head and looked at me, smiling.  "OK so far,
Steve...."

"Fantastic...."

"OK, now let's really milk you...."

He spat on his hands, then used both of them to start
jerking me off.  I started to groan with the sheer
excitement of it all - not just from seeing all that
power used to pleasure me, but from the physicality of
the act itself:  I guess most of us just use one hand
for jerking off, don't we?  But with an expert using
two hands, one mainly to stroke the shaft and the
other to fondle the dick head at the same time, the
effect is overpowering.  I was banging my hands up and
down on the bed with ecstasy, and moaning aloud, it
was so incredible.

It can't be sustained, of course, and I soon shot -
Jomo must have been waiting for it, as the moment
there was an indication of me beginning to spurt, he
stopped jerking me and pushed my dick right forward,
parallel to my belly - that in itself was a novel new
sensation, to have my dick forced like that - so that
my cum roared out and lay like a thick white slick all
up my belly and almost to my pecs.

"I guess we can tick off jerking off, too...", Jomo
commeted, grinning at me.  "Now, let's use some of
that lovely creamy cum on your hole.. Nature's natural
lubricant is better than all the factory-made stuff on
earth...."

He began to massage my hole, stopping occasionally to
refresh his fingers with my cum, and all the time
looking at me and smiling.  His infectious grin and
the sheer excitement of having my delicate membranes
stroked and teased soon had me grinning, too, and as
he slipped first one finger, then two, then three,
then four into my hole, I began to moan with the sheer
excitement of it all.

I'd have been happy for it to go on for ever - seeing
him working away, his muscles flexing and relaxing
under the sheen of sweat that covered his jet black
skin was intoxicating in itself.  But finally he
stopped, and knelt upright between my legs.

"OK, Steve, you're ready.... Now for the best ride
you've ever had in your life...."   He picked up my
feet and put them on his shoulders, then shuffled
forward so that I felt the jab of his dick on my hole.
 I moaned quietly - not now in apprehension, but in
anticipation of the excitement to come.

It was hard to believe that such a giant of a man
could be so gentle.  His dick slipped into me with
hardly any effort, then he rocked backwards and
forwards so slowly at first that  all I could do was
just lie there and enjoy it. His total mastery of his
body, and hence of my reaction to it, continued as he
then fucked away - varying the speed, the length of
stroke, and the force he used, almost constantly.  I
never knew from one instant to the next whether his
thrust was going to be slow and smooth, or whether it
would slam into me to give me that delicious
combination of pleasure and pain that you get.  And
all the time, as he fucked away, he never took his
eyes off mine - he was towering over me, and as he
worked away I could see his face changing as he too
got the full gamut of sensation from his dick.

I only knew he as about to cum when  his eyes rolled
back in ecstasy and he gave a little cry.  His whole
body was rigid, thrust forward into me, and that was
that  - as we all know, the literature always says
that  you feel the cum pumping up into you, but it's
not like that, is it?  There aren't too many nerve
endings inside your body, and you just can't feel that
lovely shower of a man's gift to you, unless he pulls
out and allows it to cover your body.  But he clearly
was finished, and he gently lowered my feet, then
leaned right forward, to cover my body with his.

He was really considerate, taking most of his weight
on his elbows as his face came close to mine.
Instinctively, and this is something I'd never done
before, I pushed my head forward  to kiss him - his
dick was buried inside me, and now I wanted his tongue
to thrust into me, too.  We kissed, passionately and
hungrily, and I was aware of my arms going around him
and sliding up and down his back, almost planing the
sweat off him;  and of my legs locked around his
waist, as if to stop him pulling out of me.

He pulled out of my mouth, and was still panting for
breath.  His face was wreathed in a smile that split
it from side to side.  "You're quite the little
sensualist, aren't you, Steve?  Do you like feeling a
nigga's body then...?"

"Thanks..."

"Have you ever been fucked like that before?"

"No."

"Well, white boy, that's what you've got to aspire to.
 Not many guys get to enjoy a fucking like that from
Jomo, as they don't want to go with a nigga..."

"But you can't tell....."

"No, it's the thought of it, Steve.  They see my dick,
they see my big body, and they don't realise that us
big guys know how to use our muscles properly.  And
some, of course, want nothing at all to do with
niggas."

"Anyway.... Now, it's your turn next....", he went on.

I felt myself beginning to flush with embarrassment.
"No, later..."

"No time like the present - think of all those tips
from the clients, once you're trained.... Now, doggy
or missionary?"

I got redder and redder as my distress grew.  "No,
Jomo, it has to be later...."

He pulled away from me, looked down at me, and smiled.
 "Hey, Steve, I see!  You can't get it up, can you?"

It had been my dick that was bothering me.  Normally,
just thinking about sex makes it go rock hard.  But it
was just lying there on my belly, absolutely lifeless.
 "No, I can't", I muttered, very quietly, as I was
ashamed.

"Hey, man, don't worry.... I see the problem!  You've
just been fucked, had an ace fuck, even if I say so
myself.  And a lot of guys can't get an erection
immediately afterwards.  My dick massages your insides
or something, and it  can kind of paralyse the muscles
that control the blood to your dick so that they stop
working.  Nothing to worry about - you'll recover in
thirty minutes or so.... But there's lots of other
things we can do in the meantime... "

"Be bent forward over me again, muttering "You're a
pretty good kisser, so let's practice that for a bit
first..."

It is really good to kiss another guy, isn't it?
Especially when you're both enthusiastic, and naked
together so that as your tongues explore each others
mouths your hands are roaming over each other ,
teasing , stroking and caressing to heighten the
enjoyment and the excitement.  It was really great,
and I could even begin to feel my dick stir into life.
 Jomo pulled away from me, though, and said "Hey, this
is fun.... But you've got work to do, Steve!  There
are one or two boxes you haven't ticked on your sheet
next... I think you'd better suck me off...."

"You can't be ready... You've only just fucked me..."

"Well I might not cum immediately, but if you're
really good with that mouth of yours, who knows... And
you can go on for a good long time, and get lots of
experience..."

I began to feel embarrassed again.  I remembered how
awful it had been with the training handles on my
collar that first day.  And as I looked at Jomo's
dick, I just knew I couldn't get it down my throat.

"No, Jomo, I don't think I can...."

"Steve, you've got to learn to like sucking dick -
that's all some clients want you to do:  they like to
pretend they're with a woman, and have you just give
them a blow job.  You're not going to be able to
refuse them, you know..."

"Yes, I know that.  But it's your dick... The
size...."

He grinned at me again.  "Don't you worry about that
now.  You didn't think it would fit up your ass, did
you?  Well, it's just the same... If we practice,
you'll be amazed what you can get down your
throat...."

And he was right, too, of course.  Not that I did very
well on that lesson - it was as much as I could do to
get an inch or so of it in my mouth without gagging,
and he even slapped me once or twice - gently - when I
forgot what I was doing and let my teeth graze his
shaft.  I almost panicked several times, and again I
think it was the feeling of helplessness, of not being
in control - Jomo had straddled my body with his legs,
then shuffled forward so that his knees and thighs
were holding my biceps down onto the bed.  Raising his
body then almost vertical, he was able to lower his
dick down into my mouth and I couldn't do a thing
about it - with his weight pressing down into my arms
and his calves gripping my body, there was absolutely
no way I could move.  He even used his hand to grip my
jaw when I tried to turn my head sideways to avoid his
dick the first time it touched my lips.

He fed it into me, crooning "There, boy, take Jomo's
dick... Worship it, boy.  Let me feel that tongue of
yours teasing my piss slit...."

He was patient, though, feeding his dick into me until
I gagged, then withdrawing and resting there for a few
moments, letting my spit and mucous drip off the end
of his dick into my face.  It went on and on, and
gradually it got easier, until he said "Although this
is fun, Steve, we've got to finish soon, as I've got
a lot of exercise hours to put in today.... So one
more time... Focus on really teasing my dick head now,
as I need to cum again...."

I was still pretty powerless to do anything about it,
pinioned there, so I started to nibble and suckle his
dick head.  He seemed to be enjoying it, and I must
have been doing OK as I suddenly got the taste of
pre-cum in my mouth.  I went on teasing him, and I
could fele his dick getting stiffer and stiffer, and
begin to get little shivers through it indicating that
he was about to shoot again.

To my surprise, he pulled right out of me, quickly
gave his dick one of two strokes with his hands, then
almost snapped "Close your eyes, white boy...."

I didn't understand him, really, but I suppose I just
did as he said, as I then felt a warm spray all over
my face, and heard Jomo gasping with pleasure.  I
opened my eyes to see his dick right under my nose,
with a trail of cum still hanging from it.  I could
smell it, as that characteristic odour so clearly
overlaid Jomo's sweat, and I could feel it running
down my cheeks and trickling into the corners of my
mouth.

"Good boy, Steve.... You really don't want to get a
guy's cum into your eyes - it really stings! "  He
reached down and casually wiped away the drool of his
cum still hanging out of the end of his dick and let
it fall on my face.  Instinctively, I suppose, I
turned away, and Jomo, quick as a flash, reached down
and slapped me - hard.

"Don't do that, Steve!  When a guy gives you the gift
of his cum, how dare you turn away.  Now, lick my
fingers...."

He began to trace his fingers across my face, mopping
us his cum from my skin, then plunging them into my
open mouth and holding them there as I licked them
clean.  Somehow licking a guy's fingers, especially
when they're coated with cum, is worse than sucking
his dick, isn't it?  Even after all my experience, I
still find I hate it when a guy makes me kneel in
front of him and then presents his hand to me, wanting
me to suck his fingers.  I don't know why, but there
you are, that's the way I feel about it.

He looked down at me and said "Something wrong?
Don't you like cum?"

"No.... I've taken it from several of the guys here
now.  It's just....  No, it doesn't matter."

"Come on, Steve... No secrets..."

"Well, I'm just a bit surprised.  Your cum... It's
white..."

"So?"

"Well, you're a black guy....."

He roared with laughter, shuffled down my body so he
could lie beside me, wrapped  his arms around me and
said "You white guys are all the same!  What colour do
you think a nigga's cum would be?   What colour's a
nigga's blood?  What colour's his piss?  If you cut me
open, what colour would the meat of my muscles be?
I'm just the same as you, you know, except for the top
few millimetres which is this fetching shade of black
-  a lot better than you whiteys, who are always
trying to go darker in the sun anyway!"

Of course I'd never thought of that before, but I
suppose it's obvious.  The genes and stuff is
microscopic, and you wouldn't need black cum to
produce black babies! We both laughed together then,
and I felt his hand stroking my dick, that had become
hard whilst I was being fed with his cum.

"I'm ready to take your ass now, nigga....".

"Well you're going to have to hold on to that
erection, Steve, as I've got to exercise... Come
on.... Let's work out together, and see if those long
legs of yours can keep up with mine on the running
machine...."

Sadly, I had to decline, as I had time booked on one
of the sun beds - Master  Jed and Master Brett liked
all their slaves to be tanned, as it was more or less
what most of the clients expected.  So we got up off
the bed, Jomo  pulled on his shorts and went to
exercise, and I went to the sun bed.

The slave who had it booked before me to keep up his
tan was just finishing, and he stood there and pulled
off the tiny Speedos he was wearing, and dressed in
his regulation shorts.  He handed me the Speedos, and
when he saw me looking at them, said "Oh, Steve - you
have to wear these.  Our owners want us to have a
'natural' look, and that means a tan line.  Some of
the clients would be intimidated if our entire bodies
were tanned, as they'd think we ran around naked all
the time, and they might not like it.  They like to
pretend they're fucking the white ass of some beach
boy they've just picked up, and so when you're on the
sun bed, you wear these Speedos."

I found I could now drop my shorts in front of another
guy without even the faintest hint of embarrassment,
but somehow wearing clothes that other guys had worn
was still somehow distasteful - even when I'd been in
intimate contact with their bodies, had my dick up
their asses, and theirs up mine, I was still somehow
fastidious afterwards about making sure the shorts I
put back on were mine, and not theirs!  And now I had
to  pull on these Speedos which he'd just that moment
taken off, and which were still warm form his body.
Still, if that was the way it was here,  I guess
that's the way it was!

I pulled them on, feeling the dampness of his sweat as
they clasped my sac and dick, and realised I was going
to get a very tiny tan line - there was only one set
of Speedos for all us slaves, so on a big guy like me
they were really small - even my clipped pubic hair
poked over the waistband at the front, and when I
explored around the back, I could feel the top of my
ass crack exposed, too.  Still, I shrugged, and lay
down to start to further  mould my body into the way
that my owners wanted it.

_______________________________________

Master Brett called me in to his office again to
review progress.  It was just like being at school -
I had to show him the list of guys and the ticks I'd
made to indicate how we'd used each other, and he
asked me a lot of questions to make sure I wasn't
bullshititng - which guys were soft, which ones hard,
who liked to fuck in which position, and so on.

"Good, Steve... You're making progress!  Enjoying it?"

I didn't know what to say, as the question took me by
surprise.  If anyone a few weeks ago had asked me if I
liked fucking men, or having their dicks in my mouth
and up my ass, I'd probably have punched them out!
But, actually, thinking about it, I suppose I was
enjoying it - especially when I had Gary, or could
spend time with Ray, or even Jomo!

 "I guess so, sir..."

"Good, Steve.  A happy, contented slave makes the
clients more disposed to be happy and content too -
and we regard client satisfaction here as being of
paramount importance.  I don't know if anyone has told
you, but each time you're sent on an assignment we
send a customer comments form with you, and the client
is asked to, as a minimum, rate you from one to five,
where one means 'delighted, I'd have no hesitation in
hiring this slave again, or in recommending him to a
friend.', down to five, 'Not an experience I will
repeat'.  It's really important to all of us here to
get good ratings from the clients - we publish our
moving average on our website, and are proud to
compare ourselves with other similar services here in
the city, and across our great country.  So you want
happy, satisfied clients, Steve, understand?"

"Yes, sir.  I didn't realise you had a website."

"Most of our business comes to us that way, well, the
repeat business, anyway.  We bribe the concierges at
the big hotels to give our name and phone number to
clients new to the city, but after that, we mostly
expect repeat business via the web.  A client can
browse all the available stock, and if he knows his
schedule, can make an advance reservation for you.  So
if he's particularly liked fucking you, he can be sure
that on his next  visit to the city you'll be
available to him again..  Of course, some clients make
a direct booking just from browsing the pictures...."

"You mean my picture is on the site, sir?"

"It will  be, Steve.  Once you've built up your tan a
little more, we'll have some professional photos taken
and loaded,... A new slave here usually attracts a lot
of interest, with clients eager to try out something
new."

"You mean anyone can look at me, see what I have to
do..."

"Of course, yes...  We need to give you exposure, to
attract business.  They're all perfectly harmless
pictures - we don't show you fucking or anything, as
clients don't like to think of slaves enjoying
themselves with other slaves. Just the standard full
frontal and full dorsal shots, then any special
features like, in your case, your head and shoulders
as you're a pretty handsome guy, you know... And
probably a close-up of your dick and your ass, as
they're both very good features."

"But my buddies, sir.... They'll see me like
that....."

"Well only if they're looking for sex!  And anyway,
what's the harm?  You're still thinking like a free
man, Steve.  What does it matter if your former
buddies do see you?  And they are your former buddies,
you know - you can't be friends with a slave!  After
all, you've got a fantastic body, one any man would be
proud of, particularly since we clipped your 'skin.
Any man should be proud to exhibit that body in
public, but you should have absolutely no concerns at
all - you're a slave now, remember?  And a slave has
no modesty, no pride:  a slave exists only to serve
his owner, and if his owner deems it right to have
pictures of the slave displayed on the net, then that
is all the slave needs to be concerned with.  So later
this week we'll have you photographed and added to the
site, and then we can start taking advance bookings
for when you finish your training - a lot of men are
keen to try out new stock, as I said."

My mouth dried up, as I began to realise that the
ultimate was getting closer - the day I started to be
a whore was fast approaching.

End Of Part  Twelve