Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 22:53:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Someone Has To Do It, Part Three

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown        petebrownuk @ yahoo.com


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Part  3

I thought I'd done pretty well with Leigh, but I knew
Andy was going to be a different proposition.  Even as
I led Leigh over to the wall so I could shackle him
there (however gentle and mild an indentured servant
seems to be at this point, experience had taught me
that you're better off taking precautions - if Leigh
attacked me when I was doing the business with Andy,
he might hurt me seriously), Andy was screaming at me
not to come near him.

I pulled my shorts back on, even though it was tough
as my cock was rampantly erect again because of the
continuing effects of the Cialis, as I sensed there
was going to be trouble and every bit of covering
helps - your cock and balls are just too easy to lash
out at when they're hanging there all exposed.    As I
bent down to shackle Leigh to the hook in the wall,
Andy kicked out at me, viciously - I guess I was
fortunate that he was caught off guard when he tried
to take a real swing at me and the shackle chain threw
him off balance as he came at me, and I was able to
snap Leigh's manacle shut and dodge Andy's foot at the
same time.  I grabbed at it, though, and pulled hard,
and he fell to the floor with a sickening crash,
totally unable to stop himself as his hands were still
securely cuffed to his collar.  Since he obviously
thought it was fair game to use his feet, I then gave
him a couple of kicks in the ribs with my boots - not
so hard as to cause permanent damage as the Boss
wouldn't like that at all, but hard enough to knock
the wind out of him temporarily, and to cause his body
to try to curl up into the foetal position to save
himself from further damage.

The stupid young fucker didn't learn, though - I
grabbed his arm and started to haul him to his feet,
and even though he was wheezing and gasping with the
pain in his ribs he at once tried to head butt me.
Well, you can't have that, can you?  So it earned him
a good punch in his gut, and as he collapsed forward,
I caught him neatly, pushed him hard back into the
wall, and held him there with a hand around his throat
and with my knee forced up between his legs so that I
was almost crushing his balls.  "Behave!", I snapped
at him.

I thought he was too far gone to give me more trouble,
but he can't have been a very good soldier as he
hadn't learned the first lesson of unarmed combat (if
it's hopeless, give up, temporarily, so you can regain
your strength to try later), as he spat in my face!
Well I don't mind that - I can't see why some blokes
get so upset about a bit if spit - and if I'd been
having sex, it would have added to the excitement.
But you can't let one of the trainees get away with
something like that, so I pushed my knee harder up
into his groin, seeing how his face contorted, and
then, still holding his throat, slapped his face good
and hard, four times.  And you've got to remember that
I'm a big, strong man, and these were not gentle
little taps but full open-palm, heavy slaps.

That stopped him!  He stood there, breathing hard,
almost gasping as my fingers dug into his throat.
"That's enough!", I shouted.  "I don't want to have to
hurt you any more, but if you carry on like that, I
will.  I'm bigger and stronger than you are, and your
hands are cuffed.  Now, be sensible, will you?"

"Fuck you!", he screamed in defiance, and I almost
lost it, almost pounded him to a pulp.  But
fortunately my training got the better of me, and I
remembered what they'd said on my induction course
about gaining control, and how it was acceptable to
cause a lot of pain, but totally unacceptable to
damage a servant so much that they couldn't proceed
with his sale.   My anger cooled, and I just ground my
knee into his groin again to remind him how vulnerable
he was.

"Andy, you'd better get real!  You saw how easy it
could be for young Leigh there, and I don't want to
have to hurt you.  But you're here to be trained,
trained to take a cock up your arse, and that's what's
going to happen to you whether you like it or not.  So
you can either take it nice and easy, and you might
even enjoy it the first time, or I'll fuck you anyway,
and then you certainly won't enjoy it."

"Fuck you!", he managed to get out again.

So if that's how he wanted it, that's how it would be.
 Still holding him by the throat I reached down and
almost tore his shorts off, then gripped his balls.
He grunted as my fingers closed around them, and
screamed as I then squeezed them, quite hard.

"Right, you fucker!  Here are the rules, then.  Stop
struggling, stand still, or else you'll know pain like
you've never known it before."

He stopped struggling, and I went on "Now I'm going to
bend down and unshackle you, and then I'm going to
lead you over to the bed.  But if there's any
struggle, any resistance, any attempt to attack me
again, I'll pull your balls so hard you'll throw up.
Do you understand?"

He stood there, sullen and silent.

"I said 'do you understand'?", I repeated, squeezing
his balls again to add emphasis.

"Yes"  he muttered.

"Do you remember hearing what I said to Leigh earlier,
about how servants address free men?  Try that again,
remembering who's fingers are around your balls.  It
must be easy for an ex-soldier to know how to address
a superior."

"Yes..... Sir", came out, slowly, with voice
faltering.

"Right, then.  Now, as I said, any stupid move on your
part and you'll have agony like you can hardly
imagine.  So take it easy, soldier..."

I bent down, carefully watching for any signs of his
muscles beginning to tense, and undid the manacle
holding him to the wall, and then slowly got to my
feet, still clutching his balls - balls which,
incidentally, were really rather nice as they hung low
in their sac (which always makes it easier to get a
good grip on them, I find) and were approximately
evenly sized, as far as I could feel (I don't like it
all that much when one balls is so much bigger than
the other, as happens with some blokes).  I led him
over to the bed, and it seemed that he was almost
resigned to being put face down on it as I had done
Leigh, but I had other plans for him!

I turned him round then pushed him on his back down on
to the bed, then, still gripping his balls, told him
to wriggle up it, so his head was almost at the top.
He lay there glaring at me, wondering what was going
to happen , but before he could react, in one fluid
movement I let go of his balls and threw myself down
on him, so I ended up straddling his chest.  With my
weight on him and with my knees digging into his ribs
that must be really sore from where I'd kicked him a
couple of minutes before, there was no way he could
get up and he lay there under me, almost winded.  He
tried to struggle as I undid first one cuff from his
collar and reattached it to the bed head, and then the
other, but his efforts were pretty pointless, and
after I had him secured, I felt even safer.

Look, I know you're going to think I'm a cruel bastard
again, but it really is best for these servants if
they learn their lessons properly during their
training - an angry indenture owner can be much, much
harsher than we ever are - and I sensed that there was
just no way that this Andy was going to take cock even
half willingly.  It's got to be done, though, and
someone's got to do it, and that's me!  And, as the
immortal bard says, "If t'were done, 'tis best t'were
done quickly..."   Well, I think that for a bloke like
Andy, it shouldn't just be quick, but it should be
hard.  And the way to really fuck a guy hard is on his
back, with his legs right up and his ankles near his
ears, so that you can get the last millimetre of your
cock right down into him, and as your body smashes
into his, he really feels it as so much of his
sensitive taint is exposed to you.

I vaulted off him, yanked my shorts off and stroked my
cock a couple of times to get it really hard again,
then sprang onto the bed, forcing his legs apart and
kneeling there between them.  He tried to kick out at
me but I'm really strong and I soon had hold of his
ankles and pushed them up and back, back as far as  I
could, so his whole arse lifted off the bed.  I was
panting already, and I almost cruelly used the weight
of my body to press his legs open and back so I was
resting on him.  My cock wasn't lubed and he hadn't
been massaged and stretched, but whose fault as that?
I thrust my hips forward and down, and felt my cock
head make contact with his body, then I had to wriggle
a bit to position it - it's surprisingly difficult,
isn't it, when both your hands are holding the bloke
down?

Frankly, I don't like it all that much - although the
blokes tend to scream and shout, as Andy was now
doing, it's almost as unpleasant for the guy doing the
fucking, I think.  I mean, your cock is supposed to
slide on a nice slick of lube - that's what pre-cum
and cum's for, isn't it?  But instead of that my cock
was going to be all rough and would end up sore,
probably.  Still, once you've started, you've got to
finish, haven't you?  If Andy had seen me hesitate or
anything, it just wouldn't be as effective so I had no
choice, really, put to push my cock at him.  He
resisted, as you'd expect, and there's only so much
you can do with your cock just by sheer pressure, as
you probably know:  even a big, rock-solid one like
mine starts to kind of "buckle" if there's sustained
pressure and normally you get over this by holding it
and even using a finger at the sphincter to help.  I
hadn't got that option as both my hands were needed to
keep Andy's legs up and back, so I had to fall back on
that old standby - sudden surprise!

I pulled my hips back and my cock's pressure on him
stopped, then, daringly, I just thrust myself forward
with all the power of my thighs and bum. It's risky,
of course - if your cock isn't properly lined up with
the hole it really can hurt, believe me!  But in this
case it was OK and my head went in to him.  He
screamed, of course, as this isn't a very humane way
to fuck a guy, but whose fault was that?  He carried
on shouting and screaming as I just pushed forward,
getting my whole length inside him, and as much as he
could he bucked and struggled under me - one of the
advantages of having the bloke's bum right in the air
and his body bent almost double though is that he
can't really use the power of his belly muscles to
resist you - but there was no stopping me.

He was already covered in sweat, as indeed was I, as
this is all so stressful.  My face was right above his
and I looked down at him, contorted in pain, and I
suppose I felt just a bit sorry for him.  But it's got
to be done, hasn't it?  And someone's got to do it,
and that someone was me in this case.  So I began to
fuck him, and there was really no point in doing it
slowly and gently - he was already hurting a lot, and
there was no point in prolonging it - or was it that I
was in the real heat of total lust, and couldn't be
bothered to hold back?  I don't believe you really
think rationally at times like this, and, in truth, I
probably did what my own body demanded.  I mean,
millions of years of human evolution have bred
something into us - that something that says that when
you have an opponent skewered on your cock, you just
fuck him, and fuck him hard and fast, to really
establish who's boss.  All this gentle stuff came a
lot later, as we got more civilised.

It only took me two or three minutes at the most to
cum, but Andy kept up a continuous stream of shouting,
swearing and general abuse as I thrust away at him -
it spoiled it a bit, actually, as it's OK for a guy to
shout out when you really slam into him but this
constant barrage of noise means you can't hear all the
other sounds of fucking, that I think really get you
turned on even more.    Still, I shot, and then stayed
in there buried right as deep as I could, so he could
feel my pubes scratching on his skin.  I didn't do the
thing about pulling out and going back in after
shooting as I suppose I was just a bit ashamed - look,
it's OK for you guys reading this who are  just
sixteen, or eighteen, or twenty, or twenty two.... But
by the time you get to my age you just can't pump out
as much cum as you can when you're at your most
fertile.  I'd already shot once this morning,
remember, and that was a respectable amount, but I
knew this time it would only be a tiny dribble of
stuff - OK if you want to make babies, I suppose, but
not very much to impress another bloke.  I was still
hard, probably thanks to the Cialis, so I stayed in
him, and  then kind of stirred my hips around a bit so
that his hole was kind of "reamed" and opened up more
- he'd stopped shouting and crying after I'd cum, but
he started up again now, as you might expect, but it
was probably better for him in the longer term to get
used to being used like this.

After another couple of minutes, though, I'd had
enough so I let go of his ankles and lowered myself
down onto him.  He was pretty fit and strong so I
didn't think I needed to take any of my own weight as
I had with young Leigh, and just let my body rest on
his - I like it then, as you can feel the other
bloke's heart beating, and the movement of his chest
up and down as he breathes makes it somehow kind of
sensual, I think.  I went to kiss him but he spat at
me as my face went down towards his, so he needed
another couple of slaps - hard ones again - to get him
to understand that that sort of behaviour wasn't
acceptable, and then, using the maxim that "discretion
is the better part of valour", I just contented myself
with nuzzling at his ears, neck and shoulders -  I
gave him a few love bites, too, so that he'd have
something to look at later and remind him.

All the time he was muttering "Fucker, cunt, mother
fucker...." And finally I'd had enough.  I raised
myself up off him slightly and told him to shut up or
else I'd slap him about until he did, and then as he
glared at me I said "Look, mate, this is your own
fault.  If you'd been even half way co-operative, like
young Leigh over there, this would have been a whole
lot more fun for both of us.  So why don't you just
behave?"

"You fucker!  It was fun for you..."

"No, mate.  It's my job.  You indentured for life
blokes have got to be broken in before you can be
sold, and that's what I do."

"You enjoy it, you dirty bastard...."

"No...", I muttered, but even as I said it I felt
myself blush slightly as actually, I suppose, I do
quite enjoy it.  There's something about having such
power over another bloke that's a real turn on. "Look,
it's a job, right?  Someone has to do it...."

"And they get fags like you!"

"Hey, I'm not a queer!  I told you, this is my job.
It's the only one I can get."

"So what does your girlfriend think, then?"

"I haven't got a girlfriend... At the moment...."

"NO, and I bet you haven't had one for a long time,
either."

I felt myself blushing again just a little, as what
he'd said was of course true.  But I'm not a fag - I
mean, it's one thing to fuck another bloke.... Well,
that's using your cock for what it's intended for,
isn't it.  But I'd never let another bloke even try to
fuck me - one of my mates in the marines had got
pretty close once, and I'd had to really beat him up
to show him how wrong he was to even try to make a
play for me.  I was lucky to avoid a long time in
jail, and our CO was pretty lenient really once it had
been hinted to him why us two had been brawling in the
barracks.  I needed to change the subject if I was
going to carry on lying on him, and I was quite
enjoying it - and perhaps he was, too, as his legs
were kind of gently scrabbling around, rubbing his
feet up and down my shins as we lay there.  So I said
"So what did you do, to get indentured for life?
Weren't you in the services?"

"Yeah.  Infantry.  I didn't want to go into the army,
but it was the only job I could get as I didn't get on
well at school and couldn't go on to university.  It
was OK, though - once you get used to taking orders
from those fucking officers who know fuck all about
anything, but went o university and then into
Sandhurst as they say they had 'leadership
qualities'... And that's what got me into trouble.
Look, I was living with this woman, and you know how
the army hates that as they like soldiers to be
'respectably' married, and then I found she was having
it away with a lieutenant when I was away on
manoeuvres.  So I slapped her about a bit, and then he
came to see me and told me to lay off her or else....
So I hit him.... And of course then I was court
martialled.... And striking an officer means you get
indentured for life."

"Even though he was porking your woman?"

"They didn't even want to hear about that.  Officers
don't go with the women of other ranks, you know!  No,
it was just open and shut - infantryman hits officer.
Infantryman gets indentured for life."

I really did feel sorry for the guy, as this could so
easily have been me when I was in the marines.  So I
took some of my weight on my elbows to make it easier
for him to breather, and looked at him closely so he
could tell I wasn't bullshitting.  "Look, Andy, let me
give you a few words of advice.  I've just fucked you,
and as I've explained, that's what happens to
indentured servants here - you've got a nice young,
trim body, and most of the people who buy your
indenture at the sale next week will want to use you
for sex.  I guess they know you know how to fuck
women, and so you've got to be taught how to go with
blokes - and, as I said, someone has to do it!  And
I've had to be really tough on you this time as you
weren't co-operative - and we can go on like that, but
it won't do you any good.  Listen, mate, let me give
you some advice:  when you're sold, you'd better just
do whatever your indenture owner says, as if you think
the court martial was a bit unfair, not listening to
your side of the story, you won't want to be hauled
back into a court where indenture matters are dealt
with.  For one thing, you have no right to be heard at
all!  Your indenture owner just presents evidence to
the court of how you're not behaving, and asks for the
punishment, and that's it.  Pure and simple - owner
asks, servant gets punished!"

"...but that's unfair.  He could just ask for
anything...."

"Well for the most severe punishments he'd have to
bring a video of you misbehaving, I suppose, but if
you had been disobedient, that would be pretty
straight forward.  And you wouldn't even get to say
what led up to it - just the sight of you disobeying
would be enough."

"Well they can't punish me any more!  What more could
they do, now they've branded me and made me a fucking
slave!"

"Technically, slavery's illegal:  you're an indentured
servant.  But it doesn't make much difference - they
could hand out the same kind of stuff they did to
slaves years ago.... Castration is the obvious one, to
calm you down.  But if they were just going to use you
as something like a dray horse, pulling a dray around
town for deliveries, they could blind you.... That's
pretty effective in keeping a servant subdued."

He looked stunned, and so I went on "So be careful!
Look, it isn't the end of the world to take a bloke's
cock, as you'll find out later in the week.  If you
co-operate, I can be gentler next time, and you might
even end up quite liking it...."

He didn't seem convinced, though, and time was moving
on, so I pulled out of him and sat there on the bed
for a moment examining my cock to see how bad the
chafing was, then went over and washed my cock and
balls at the sink - I knew Leigh and Andy must be
watching me, but, as I've said, I've got a nice body
and absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and it's only
the fact that they give me some slight measure of
protection (and, I suppose, differentiate me from the
blokes I'm training) that made me put my shorts back
on.

I thought we ought to try something different next -
well, I wasn't ready for a third round of fucking,
anyway - so I went over to Leigh and wrapped an arm
around him, then with my other hand I gently reached
down and probed at his arse.  "Not too sore?"

"No, sir... It's kind of uncomfortable, but not
sore...."

"Good!  So let's move on.  Poor old Andy over there
hasn't shot a load of cum today yet, and as you can
see, he's cuffed to the bed head.... So I think it
would be kind of you to help him out, don't you
think?"

"Sir...?"

I bent down and undid Leigh's shackle, and went on
calmly, "Go over to Andy, Leigh, then play with his
cock - start to kiss it, then suck it...."

He looked horrified, but with my gentle but insistent
pressure of my arm around him he didn't have much
choice as I led him over there and settled him down.
Like a lot of blokes, actually, young Leigh seemed to
quite enjoy it once he'd got over the initial
revulsion he seemed to feel at taking a cock between
his lips, and his head was soon bobbing up and down
almost enthusiastically as he worked on Andy.  Mind
you,  I always think it takes a long time to get
someone to cum like this, and, what's more, it seemed
to me that Andy had been sucked like this before so it
wasn't really improving his education!

"So, Andy, some of those infantrymen have done this to
you before...."

"Don't be fucking disgusting...."  He saw my hand
hovering in the air above his exposed belly, and added
hastily, "....sir."

"Oh, come on, you've had that cock sucked before...."

"Sir, I've just closed my eyes, and Leigh feels just
like my girl friend.  Except that she has long hair,
and it fells great as it swished across my guts as she
does it...."

"You mean your ex-girlfriend, Andy.  Unless she's got
a stack of money, to buy you."

He looked pained as I said this, as I don't think the
true reality of his situation had yet struck home.
Both he and Leigh needed "moving on", though, so I
stopped Leigh's blow job, and instead got him to stand
on the bed, astride Andy.   Andy's cock was sticking
up near vertically from his body, and I said calmly
and casually to Leigh, as if it was the most natural
thing in the world, "Now, Leigh, I want you to lower
yourself down so that Andy's cock goes up your arse.
Go very slowly, very carefully, and you won't hurt
yourself - or Andy - and you may find you want to kind
of crouch first,  rather than lowering yourself from
right up there...."

He looked as if he might disobey me, so I stroked his
bum gently - it was still glowing pink from my earlier
slaps - and I could see he got the message.  I had to
help him out that first time, reaching under him as he
squatted down to get Andy's cock properly positioned
to enter him - I mean, once you've got the hang of it,
most guys steady themselves with one hand and use
their other one to grip the cock initially, don't
they? But for the first time it was a really
acceptable performance, and I quite enjoyed seeing
Leigh's lithe, slim thighs working away as he raised
and lowered himself.  Andy, in spite of all his
protests, was like a lot of blokes, too:  once his
cock got excited by Leigh's arse he just couldn't help
starting to thrust his hips upwards and downwards to
kind of "help" the whole thing along!

When Andy had cum I encouraged him to bend his legs at
the knees and make a "back rest" for Andy to lie back
against as he recovered - it's pretty strenuous, isn't
it, to fuck like that as it's a big strain on the
thighs that aren't used to being exercised bent like
that, and Leigh was breathing very hard after his
exertions.  Leigh sat there and I felt quite envious,
actually, at being so intimately close to another
bloke.  And I think Leigh felt it, as almost without
realising it, he was playing with his cock.

Well, there was then only one more thing to do before
it was time for my lunch break, and I stroked Leigh's
cock and saw that, being so young and horny, he was
ready for it again.  Both of them protested when I
told them what they were going to do,  but young Leigh
knew I'd hit him if he disobeyed, and straddled Andy's
chest so that his cock was right in front of Andy's
face.  I knew I'd never dare do this myself as,
whatever the threat of punishment, Andy would bite my
cock off if I forced it down his throat - one of the
trainers was seriously injured like that last year
when he misjudged how far one of the blokes had gone
in his training.  But it's really rare for one
indentured to deliberately hurt another one, however
much they dislike what's happening to them.

"So, Andy", I said, "I assume that if you never let
your mates in the infantry suck your cock, you never
sucked theirs either?"

"Don't be fucking disgusting..... Sir.  We were
infantry, not fucking marines who everyone knows do
all that perverted shit...."

"You mean marines are real mates, with proper bonding.
 But no matter.... So this will be the first time
you've tasted cock?  No school chums, old uncles,
brothers...."

"Fuck you.... Sir!  No!"


Well it wasn't all that easy.  Leigh was nervous, or
scared, or both.  And Andy was really uncooperative
until I held his balls and squeezed them gently to get
him to open his mouth.  And then they did it totally
without enthusiasm - Leigh held on to the bed head and
very gingerly raised and lowered his cock into Andy's
mouth, and he made no effort to make it enjoyable for
Leigh.  Finally, I could stand it no more and slapped
Leigh's shoulders hard, which caused him to lose
concentration, he pulled his hands away from the bed
head, and kind of fell forward, plunging his cock
right down Andy's throat.  I could tell by the way
that Andy's legs started to thrash around that his gag
reflex must have been triggered and he was in real
distress, but I let them struggle for a few seconds
before I climbed onto the bed and put my hands under
Leigh's armpits and hauled him upwards.

Poor Andy was all red and spluttering as he fought to
control himself, and I just looked at both of them.
"Right, Andy... I think we'll come back to that this
afternoon, as you'll both need to practice cock
sucking properly....  But it's almost my lunch
break..... So, Leigh, just sit there for a few moments
on Andy's chest, where you are, and wank yourself -
your cock's already nice and hard...."

He went to day no, but clearly didn't want me to slap
him again, so he did as he was told.  I could see Andy
looking almost in horror as Leigh's big cock jerked up
and down right in front of his nose, but I was calm as
I said "Now, Andy, open your mouth..... I doubt that
you'll be able to catch all young Leigh's cum as he
shoots, as watching him earlier there was a lot of it,
and a lot of force behind it.... But it's better than
having it sprayed all over your face and in your
hair...."

Well of course Andy didn't take my advice, so I needed
to work on his balls again to get him to open wide,
and then, even though I did push Leigh's cock down at
what I thought was the right moment, my prediction
proved correct:  he got a good mouthful, but the
initial "spurt" was trickling down the side of his
nose and across his lips.  And like all the other guys
I've ever watched taking cum for the first time, he
was surprised to find that it didn't taste vile and
disgusting, and it's almost as if a reflex cuts in as
his tongue came out and he licked it off his lips as
it slowly trickled down his face.

The regulations say that indentures under training
should be shackled to the wall when the trainer is out
of the room, but I thought Andy and Leigh deserved
better than that as they'd actually come quite a long
way that morning.  I didn't want to leave Andy with
both wrists shackled to the bed head as most blokes
like to move around a bit, don't they?  So I undid one
shackle, knowing that the second one was perfectly
strong enough to keep him there, and used the other
one to cuff Leigh's wrist to the bed.  Then I left
them there, lying side by side, as I pulled my shirt
on, washed my hands, and went off to the staff
restaurant.

Rob was there already, and he looked as if he'd had a
great morning - he was kind of glowing with that
healthy look you get when you've been working hard
outside, and he was forking down a huge plateful of
pasta as I slid into the chair opposite him.  I hadn't
done all that much and I'm always bothered about the
possibility of getting fat, so I had to make do with
some lettuce and tomato and stuff, and when Rob saw
this, he grinned at me.  "Want some?  It's good for
you, you know... Pasta, meat, cream...."

"It's OK for you, Rob.  What was it this morning?
Lots of hard exercise around the parcours?"

"Yes.  My lot are pretty fit, and I had to really work
them to make an impression.  Come on, have some of
this.... Here....", he pushed a forkful towards me,
but I shook my head.  "You won't get fat, you know!
Have you ever seen a fat Italian bloke here?  They're
all thin as whippets, lovely slim hips...."

"...until they get older, Rob, and then look at them!
But look, mate, I want to talk to you.  What we do
here... I'm worried...."

"What?  Training the indentured servants for their new
life?"

"Yes, Rob.  It doesn't seem right, somehow.  I mean,
those guys I've got... Lifers...."

"Well, they deserve it, Steve...."

"I don't know they do, Rob.  One was just fucking his
girlfriend who was a bit under age.  I seem to
remember you and I did that at school.  And the
other... Well, he just had a fight with a bloke who
was having it away with his girlfriend....  And now
they're both lifers...."

"They deserve it, Steve...."

"Rob, as I said, we've both done the girlfriend thing.
 And I've worked a bloke over in a pub..."

"Yes, Steve, but you didn't get caught!  And, anyway,
they knew the rules.  The law is perfectly clear - no
sex under sixteen, except with your own hand!  And no
beating up other blokes.  Everyone knows the law.  If
you disregard it, you take a risk.  And sometimes you
get caught... And then it's only right you get
punished."

"Yes, Rob, but life.... And then making the lifers
take cock and everything..."

"Steve, it's perfectly natural!  If you buy a lifer,
you buy him entirely, for the rest of his life.  An
indentured servant for life has no rights any
longer... He's just like one of those old-time slaves.
 And so why shouldn't his indenture owner use him for
a bit of casual sex?  It doesn't hurt anyone, after
all.  And as we've said before it's much better for
them to learn about it now, rather than have some
sadistic guy beat the shit out of them just because
they won't suck his cock, or let him take them up the
arse.  They need training, Steve, you know that  -
it's in their own best interests.  And someone has to
do it."

Rob's got this way of putting things.  He always did
well at school, and he went on to university when I
went into the marines, and I sometimes wonder why he
does this job.  I mean, I do it because it's the only
one I can get.  But Rob's clever, as I said.  He could
work in an office, or something.   I wanted to argue
with him, but I couldn't find a way through what he'd
said - it all seemed to hang together so well.  So I
changed the subject.

"How's Julie?"

"Oh fine.  Se's in the States all week, flying back
Friday night."

"Who looks after the kids?"

"Oh, the servants, as usual.  That's one good thing
about the indenture laws at least - earlier in the
century even a partner in a major law firm, like
Julie, would have been chasing around trying to find
nannies and au pairs and stuff, and would end up
paying out most of her earnings in wages.  Now at
least we can just buy a couple of short-term
indentures to last the kids when they're still needing
attention."

I nodded.  I always knew Rob had money, but I didn't
know about what he'd just said.  "Tell me, Rob.... If
you don't mind me asking.... If Julie makes all this
money, why don't you stay at home and look after the
kids?"

Rob kind of shrugged.  "Well, Steve, I did think of
that.  I really like the little tykes, you know.  But
Julie says a man should work.  And she didn't want me
doing anything 'important' that would mean I was
always away, as she is, most of the time... So she
wanted me to get a job with regular hours, like this
one.... And as you know, I was always keen on sports
and stuff at school.... I'd have liked to go into the
marines, like you, buy mom and dad wanted me to go to
uni.... So this seems a pretty good deal.  It's
regular hours, I get a lot of exercise, it's not
stressful, and...."  He stopped, and a slow smile
spread across his face... "And, well, Steve, you do
get to do a lot of fucking!"

End Of Part Three