Date: Tue, 8 Nov 2005 07:48:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steve's First Job, Part Three

Steve's  First Job   by Pete Brown    petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 3


Stu:  Look, all that time we were jerking each other
off after school we were losing out big time!  There's
a few things Jon knows that I wish someone had told me
earlier!    When we'd got the slaves locked up after
their first afternoon of proper exercise - that same
afternoon we'd gelded the ninth slave - they were all
pretty dead beat and they didn't cause any trouble,
probably because they knew that we could take their
balls, too.  Jon said that over night they'd have time
to think about what they'd seen, and the next morning
they'd be much more respectful of me.  I was feeling
pretty miserable, though, as it had all happened so
quickly - the slave trying to take the feeder, the
slap from Jon, and then me needing to "prod" him...
And then the inevitability of the gelding - I felt it
was somehow "my fault" as if I'd been less hesitant
about stuffing the feeding tube into his mouth, the
slave might not have reacted as he did and would still
be a proper man.  I know that's stupid, as the slave
was totally at fault for not accepting being fed, and
then for hitting out at Jon, but I still felt bad.
And it was raining, too, and I knew I had to walk five
blocks to the street car, as I no longer brought my
trap to the depot.  All in all, I was feeling pretty
miserable.

Jon saw I was kind of "slumped" when they were at last
all locked away, and put his arm around my shoulders
and said "It's tough at first, Steve, but you're doing
OK, son.  I've trained lots of draymen, and some of
the older guys who've mostly been in the forces and
got to the rank of sergeant didn't take to it as well
as you are.  Come on, let's go and have a drink with
some of the other guys."   Well, I was kind of worried
about that as they're pretty strict in our town on
underage drinking, as you know, and I thought we'd be
in for problems as Jon led me in to the bar across the
street from the depot, where all the draymen and other
workers in the depot drank.    I should have told you,
though, that during the afternoon my uniform had
arrived - the company likes all its draymen to have a
proper "public face" so we have a uniform of dark
khaki short sleeved shirt,  matching shorts, and those
tan "work" boots with the thick rubber soles.   I'd
also got my "accessory" belt, too - a thick leather
one, which has fastenings to carry my cell, the
radio-linked "panic" button I can press in an
emergency (although Jon says none of the draymen has
ever done that as they would never want anyone else to
know they had a situation they couldn't deal with), my
slave prod, the tawse, and, at the side, rather like
one of those ceremonial swords you see soldiers
wearing in formal uniforms, a short holster for the
punishment cane.

Mind you, I was a bit embarrassed by it at first as
the shorts are cut very short - you know how the
fashion is now, for free men's shorts to come below
the knee, but these stopped only an inch or two below
my crotch!  I thought there had been a mistake, and I
did look a bit funny with my tanned calves but then
the white bit where my normal shorts covered my
thighs, but Jon explained that they were like that to
make it easier for me to work in the rain, and that
I'd find that out as soon as it happened.  He also
told me that draymen didn't wear underwear - and
pointed out that  the leg line of my briefs was
showing through as the shorts are cut tight around the
butt.  I know we quite often used to go commando in
jeans and stuff, but when I went and took off my
briefs in the men's room, it did feel strange to be
walking around in these tiny shorts with only the
tightness of their legs against my thigh holding my
dick and balls in.

As we went through the door into the bar I was hit by
the smell of the beer and that special exciting
"something" that says this was overwhelmingly a place
where real men gathered.  A lot of the other draymen
looked up as we came in, and when they saw me in my
new uniform they all cheered, to welcome me, and at
once a bottle of beer was thrust into my hands.  Jon
and I joined a group of them and we talked about all
the stuff guys talk about, and I had another beer
bought for me.  And then it was my turn to buy a
round, so I went up to the bar and, with some
trepidation, ordered.

The bar tender was a free man, and he just looked at
me and said "We don't serve kids in here!", and the
next minute he was lying half across the bar as one of
the other draymen, a huge guy called Matt, had just
reached over, grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards
us, right off his feet!  "Hey, fucker", Matt snapped,
"This here's a drayman, not a kid!  He's old enough to
work a dray with slaves, and so he's sure as fuck old
enough to drink in your bar!".  The bar tender tried
to say something about it being against the law, and
this huge Matt said again "Perhaps you didn't hear
me.... You serve a drayman, whatever he orders, or
else I'll drag you outside and beat the shit out of
you.... I was in the marines...."  He let go of the
bar tender then and stood there with his big beefy
hands, looking very threatening, and the bar tender
stood there, and then went and fetched my beers.
"Thanks", I said to Matt.  "Hey, kid, it's not for you
I did it - but in the Corps we learned never to let
civilians talk the service down... And it's the same
here:  these guys who do these jobs like tending bar
need to know that they are here to serve real men like
us, doing real jobs, taking real responsibility for
the lives of the slaves."  I hadn't thought of it like
that, but I could see that in our uniforms, there
could be a certain esprit de corps, so I thanked Matt,
and bought him a beer.  There's a certain thrill in
doing something illegal, isn't there?

Well, by about nine I'd had a few, and it was way past
the time when I was expected home and I began to worry
that dad would be cross - you know how he is, always
worrying that as his son I might be a tempting kidnap
target.  I wanted to call him, but my speech was a bit
slurred, and when Jon saw the problem he used his cell
to call dad instead.  I heard him say that there'd
been a bit of trouble with my slaves, and so he, Jon,
had advised me to stay on and "settle" them properly
that night, and as it would be very late, it would
probably be better for me to stay over in the BDQ"
(that's the Bachelor Draymen's Quarters - the place
where Jon had his rooms, and the other small
apartments where some of the other guys lived, in the
depot).

We had another couple of beers, and Jon almost had to
help me back across the road into the depot!  He said
I should stay in his apartment, and it's quite a nice
place - a bit austere, as you'd expect for a single
guy who's been in the forces - just a living room with
a kitchen area in one corner, a bedroom, and a
bathroom opening off the bedroom.  He rummaged around
in the cupboards and produced a sheet, blanket and
pillow and told me I could sleep on the couch, then
went through the bedroom and into the bathroom, and I
could hear him pissing and cleaning his teeth.  I
messed around kind of arranging the stuff on his
couch, then when I'd heard that he'd done, went
through into the bathroom - by this time he was in
bed, and for the first time I could see his naked
torso as he lay there, the sheet pushed down to his
waist.   He'd hot a bit thatch of black hair, shading
a little to grey, and he just lay there with his arms
up as he had his hands clasped behind his head in that
really relaxed way that confident guys have (nice
hairy pits, too!). I felt all kind of smelly and dirty
after being in the bar, and thought that a shower
would be a good idea (it might also help to stop my
head spinning a bit), so I turned on the water and
stood in there quite a time.  I thought about jerking
off, as I'm always horny at night, but I don't much
like doing it in the shower and it was only as I was
drying myself that I realised that if I did it lying
on the couch, Jon might hear through the door!  But it
was too late to do anything about it, and as I had no
underwear or anything and didn't think I ought to
sleep in my uniform shorts (which were really  tight,
as I've said), I just wrapped a towel around my waist
- well, almost, as Jon only seemed to have small
towels, and there was a big area of my thigh exposed.

I walked back out into his bedroom and he was still
lying there, looking at me.  I felt my dick start to
rise, as he's a really handsome guy and the thought of
standing there, almost naked, seeing him bare from the
waist up, was a real turn on.  I guess he noticed it,
as he said quietly "That couch isn't all that
comfortable - this is a big wide bed:  you could bunk
down in here with me, if you like."  I was going to
say no, as I'd only got this small towel to sleep in,
when he reached out and tugged at it!  It fell away,
of course, as it wasn't very secure in the first
place, and there I was, stark naked in front of him.
My half-hard dick at once betrayed me, and shot to a
full erection.  I started to stammer something, but
with his other hand he pulled the sheet aside to clear
a space in the bed for me, and half wanting to, half
not wanting to, I cautiously got in.

"You're not afraid, are you, Steve?", he asked as I
lay there, right on the edge of the bed, and I told
him that of course I wasn't afraid.  "It's just that a
kid of eighteen like you... well, you don't know how
guys react to each other in situations like this.  It
happened all the time in the marines, with new
recruits:  they just didn't know how to behave when
they first bunked down with their older buddies.  But
you're doing OK so far, Steve, so don't worry.... It
was considerate to shower like that, and I could see
you were interested so I helped you along a bit by
taking that silly towel off (real men coming out of
the showers just drape it across their shoulder)...
And then I saw you were very interested, very
interested indeed.  So don't be shy..."

As he said this, Jon's big hairy arm snaked out and
kind of pulled me closer to the centre of the bed,
closer to him.  His legs intertwined with mine, and I
could feel the heat from his body all along the length
of mine.  My dick almost shot its load there and then
as it pushed against the hairy soft hardness of his
belly.  "There, that's better.  The first thing you've
got to learn, Steve, is that if two guys are going to
bunk together they may as well get comfortable right
from the start - we could spend all night pussyfooting
around on the edges of the bed, and never get really
comfortable, and then not get a good night's sleep.
So it's better to get really comfortable, like this.
Are you OK?"

I was more than OK, actually - I'd never been this
close to another guy before, not even you, Stu.  I
mean, when we jerked each other off we just did it
sitting on that couch in your folks' den, but now here
I was, so close to this fantastic guy that I could
smell his body, slide against him  as we were both a
bit sweaty, and my skin was almost tingling as  I
brushed against his furry chest and thighs.  I almost
gasped as I told him I was OK, as it was difficult to
keep my voice normal as I was so excited.  "There's
another thing, Steve", he went on casually, as if it
was the most natural thing in the world.  "When two
buddies bunk together, there's a potential difficulty
with them sleeping as they're so aroused - especially
for young, horny guys like you.  I guess you normally
jerk off before you go to sleep, don't you?  Well, if
you don't do that, you'll be thrashing around all
night and that will mean that you won't sleep
properly, and you'll thrash around some more, and then
I won't sleep properly, either.  So it's best if you
jerk off now, and get it over with, OK?"

I wanted to say no, as I was a bit embarrassed, to
tell you the truth;  but the scent of him, the
closeness, and the fact that  I really was in
difficulty as my dick was rock hard and aching with
that ache you get when it's been erect  as much as it
can be for a few minutes and it's really straining and
begging for relief, made it impossible to speak.   He
didn't wait, though, and still holding me close to him
so that I couldn't move away (not that I wanted to),
he reached down and began to fondle my dick and my
balls.  I moaned quietly, as it was so erotic - the
warm body, the feeling of Stu, his hands playing with
me....  And then it got better:  the arm that was
around my back moved down, and as he continued to
gently stroke my dick, I felt his finger pushing
gently at my butt...  I know I moved my legs as if to
welcome him, and then he was scratching at my pucker -
no, that's the wrong word - he was playing with my
pucker, kind of, and I was so on edge that I thought
I'd blow my load there and then.  He whispered "OK?",
and I could hardly reply as it was the most amazing
thing that had ever happened to me, and I could feel
his finger now pushing into me.  It was thrilling,
exciting, and at the same time somehow "wrong", but so
"wrong" it just had to be "right", so totally right,
to have this man want to use me like this.

Look, I'd never really had a guy touch my prostate
before - I know we learned about it in biology, but
there's a difference between seeing that funny-looking
thing on those diagrams in the books (well, I mean, a
dick doesn't even look like a dick in the diagrams,
does it?)  and actually having a guy, a strong,
masculine guy, put his finger inside you and massage
it as you're lying together.  It was too much.  I gave
a moan, then a little cry, and my dick shot
convulsively, and carried on shooting.... You know how
it is, sometimes, those "after shocks" just go on and
on an on.  I could smell my cum as the warm air wafted
up out from between our bodies under the covers and
hit my nose, and I started to blush as I knew my cum
must be all over his belly and chest.   But he didn't
seem to care - he just pulled me closer to him, and I
was aware of his face so close to mine, with a big,
happy grin all over it.  "Wow!", he said.  "I could
tell you were horny when you came out of the bathroom,
but that load you've just shot...."  I started to
stammer to say I was sorry, but he silenced me with a
little squeeze and carried on "Hey, son, don't ever
apologise for shooting a big load!  As you get older
you'll start to regret that you can't do it like
that...."

His hand slid between us as he was saying this and I
could feel it  rubbing over me, all slippery, as it
got covered in my cum.  "Now it's my turn, Steve....
You OK with that?" He asked quietly, and of course I
said yes, as I thought he was just going to jerk
himself off.  But instead, he moved his hand again and
now his cum-slimed finger was going into me again, and
again, and as if my body knew what it needed to do, I
moved my legs slightly to make it easier for him.  He
didn't just push his finger up and massage me as he
had before, though, but started to slide it in and
out, and move it around, as if he was opening me up.
I moaned and whimpered with the sheer excitement and
pleasure of it - and then winced slightly as a second
finger joined the first.  He kind of "shushed" me and
whispered "It's OK, Steve....", and soon I was moaning
again as his skilled fingers stretched and excited my
ass in a way I'd only dreamed about before.  Look,
Stu, we'd read all that stuff on the internet, but
until you actually feel a guy playing with your ass
you can't really imagine how great it feels - at one
level it sort of hurts, but at another you're so
overwhelmed by the excitement it's causing that you
don't care.

I don't know how long it went on for, but after a bit,
he stopped, moved his face away from me a bit, and
looked hard at me.  "You OK, son?  Shall I go on?"
Well I wasn't just OK, I felt fantastic!   And I
thought he meant was it OK for him to start to jerk
himself off now, so I nodded and smiled, and smoothly,
gently, using his strong hard body so effortlessly
that it seemed so right, so natural, he pulled away
from me, rolled me over onto my back, pushed my legs
apart and knelt there between them, his dick jutting
out over me.  He put his hands above my shoulders and
lowered himself down on me so that his dick almost got
crushed against me, and plunged his face by the side
of mine.  I almost shot again as he nibbled at my ear
lobe, and his hot, wet tongue plunged in and out of my
ear, then he stopped, and now very, very quietly
indeed, as we were so intimately close, again said
"OK?"

I was so excited, feeling his body above mine, his
dick pushing into my belly, that I couldn't answer
properly, and just gave a totally satisfied murmur of
assent.  Somewhat to my surprise he pulled himself
away from me so he was again kneeling upright, and
then his hands were around my ankles, lifting my legs
into the air and pushing my feet back towards my head.
 I was so surprised that I didn't at first know what
to say - I mean, one part of me knew what was
happening from those videos we'd watched together, and
didn't want him to fuck me.  But another part of me
was excited and really turned on by this guy who was
so clearly in charge and knew what he was doing.  And
another part of me knew I ought to say no, but didn't
like to admit that it was my fault - I should have
stopped him before, I shouldn't have jerked off, I
shouldn't have got into bed with him.... I mean, you
don't want to be thought of as a "teaser", do you,
leading a guy on like that?  And after all that
propaganda they fed us in those fatuous sex-ed
classes, I was worried that he hadn't even opened a
condom, let alone tried to put one on.  But even as I
was thinking all that it was too late - I could feel
his dick pushing at my hole!

Look, Stu, you and I never went anything like that
far, did we?  And I wish we had, now.  Because it's
totally amazing, utterly fantastic:  I was looking up
at him and his shit-happy smile had changed to one of
grim concentration now as he pushed and pushed, to
force his dick into me.  "Push out!  Pretend you're
going to crap!", he snapped at me, and I was so
confused for a moment that I forgot about the
excitement of his hot dick head in such intimate
contact with me... And that caused me to relax a bit,
and he was in.  I cried out, as it's painful at first
even when you're all lubed up with your own cum and
you've been stretched by this fingers, and he stopped
for a moment, still looking down at me, and now with
the faint trace of a smile starting to turn up the
corners of his mouth.  As he continued to look at me,
slowly and deliberately he moved his hips forward and
his dick slid up into me, and I cried out again, at
first in pain, and then with joy, pleasure,
laughter..... Look, Stu, until you've taken dick you
just can't imagine what it's like:  it's just the most
indescribable feeling that goes through all your
nerves, and makes you want to shout out, to cry, to
laugh, to thrash your body around in total abandon...
It makes you want to let go, to forget that you're
Steve, a young guy who's never had proper sex, and you
want to join in, to share, to suck his dick in and let
it become part of you, to totally meld with the big,
strong body that's towering above you, dominating you.

He fucked and fucked and fucked, and I was almost
delirious with the joy of it.  I knew my hands were
reaching out for him and then running in ecstasy up
his hairy thighs and grabbing at his muscular butt.  I
know my head was turning from side to side on the bed,
and banging up and down.  I could hear myself crying
out "Yes, yes, fuck me, Jon..." And other disconnected
strings of words like that.  I could feel tears
flowing down my face, tears from the pain, and from
the ecstasy.  Sweat was pouring off me.  I could hear
my breath rasping.  I could feel the blood racing
through me.    And then it was over.  I saw his whole
muscular body arch backwards and his pubic bone
slammed into me one last time, causing me to shout out
again, and the most incredible look came over his face
as his eyes screwed up and his mouth opened and he
roared "OH yesss.....".

I knew he'd cum, and the next moment he leaned forward
onto me again, taking most of the weight on his
elbows.  His face was next to mine, and he was
grinning now, looking almost insanely happy.  We were
both soaked in sweat, and it was as if we might slide
over each other.  My body knew what to do - the moment
he let got of my legs, I wrapped them around his waist
and tightened them, as if I was trying not just to
hold him inside me, but to pull him even further in!
I could feel his heard racing and his lungs heaving as
his body was pressed into mine. "OK?", he asked again,
and at first I couldn't answer as I was laughing,
crying, almost delirious with happiness.  But then I
managed to compose myself a bit, and murmured "Oh,
yes.....".

We lay there for a couple of minutes, then slowly he
pulled out of me and slid down beside me, putting his
big strong arm around me again to continue to hold us
close.  "That was the first time for you, wasn't it,
Steve?".  I felt embarrassed to tell him it was, as no
guy likes to admit that he's not experienced sexually,
does he?  But when I nodded, he went on quietly "I
thought so.... But that's good.... You'd have looked
pretty foolish when you started on your crew, if you
didn't know what it as about."

The casual way he said that surprised me a bit, and I
didn't understand what he was going on about.  So I
rested my hand on his pec, feeling his nip hard,
stabbing into my palm, and asked him what he meant.
"Look, Steve, you're a drayman, OK?  You're a young
drayman, sure, and we usually only have older, very
experienced guys who can properly control the slaves.
I was worried that you didn't really know what it was
all about - but I think you'll soon be able to pick it
up:  you like sex, don't you?"

I thought that was a bit of a funny think to say, and
so asked him if all young guys didn't like sex! "Oh
yes, Steve - but it's different for draymen.  You see
it's another way we control the slaves, or, rather,
turn them from being men who think they have free
will, into totally compliant, totally obedient
animals, pulling the dray and delivering the goods
properly."  He moved his body again, getting more
comfortable as he warmed to his theory, and went on
"Look, we've taken these men, who were all tough,
virile, fighters, and we've stripped them, collared
them, inked them, trimmed their pubes, and branded
them.  The point of all of this is two fold - firstly,
there are the practical considerations, like collaring
them and branding them marks them properly as slaves;
trimming their pubes helps to make it easier to keep
them clean, stops lice an stuff like that, and makes
it cooler for them to work in the sultry heat we get
down here.  But the other reason we do all this is to
teach them that they're no longer men, no longer in
control of their lives, to the extent that we can do
things like this to them and there's not a thing they
can do about it.   They're learning that their bodies
are now under our control totally, and that's what we
need:  remember, out in the streets these slaves
aren't even chained to the dray, as they have to be
capable of delivering the packages and stuff.  So if
you have eight of these big, tough slaves under your
control, it's only going to work if they fully accept
that they are slaves, and you're their master.  They
have to accept that you're totally in control, that
you give the orders, and that they obey, obey you
totally and completely, that they can't even think of
doing anything else."

His hand had crept to my nip now, and was toying with
it, causing small shivers of excitement to flow
through me again.  "There's one other thing that we
need to do, therefore, so that they totally accept you
as their master and controller, and that's to get you
to be in charge of their sexuality.  Remember, these
men, as they still think of themselves, deep down, are
all tough studs who are married, and most of them have
kids - we can research that in their files.  But they
were all in top-line units, which implies they've been
in the service for a few years, and the pressure is on
for those guys to get married, to produce kids, and
show their buddies that they're 'real men'.  A lot of
them would probably like sex with their buddies, as
they wouldn't have chosen that career in the first
place if they weren't easy with being so close to a
whole lot of other guys and being prepared to trust
them with their lives.  But it's not the done thing in
the service to say that, and your buddies would laugh
at you and call you a fag if you didn't go out and
fuck women when you have a night's pass, and then if
you didn't find some woman in your home town and get
her pregnant.  So they tend to see themselves as 'men'
because they fuck women and sire kids, and part of
their retraining as slaves is therefore to fuck them,
fuck them hard, and fuck them often, so that they
understand that they're now the subservient ones.
Instead of being in control of these women, you're now
in control of them;  it's not their dicks doing the
fucking, it's yours;  and it's their wives' cunts,
but their own asses that are taking it."

I was astonished, I can tell you!  I mean, I'd
wondered why they'd chosen such perfect specimens of
manhood as dray slaves, as it would surely have been
easier to use slightly less perfect guys, weaker ones
(after all, on modern ball-bearing wheels, it doesn't
require all that much effort to pull a dray - well,
not until you get to the hills, I suppose.) - but now
I could see it!  These were the toughest, most virile
ones the could find so that when they were forced to
take dick they would crack and fail - it's like the
difference between a piece of metal and a piece of
glass, I guess:  both are strong, but you can bend and
twist metal quite a lot and it just "gives" and kind
of goes with the flow, and you have to do a real lot
of stuff to it before it fails.  And glass is tough,
too - look at all those glass protective panels on
staircases and so on, and the windows in tall
buildings that people can lean against without falling
into the street.  But when glass fails, it fails
suddenly, and catastrophically.  That's how our slaves
were going to be - they would not bend and twist and
put up with being fucked, but would break into a
thousand pieces, and would then be easy to manage and
control.  Of course that's the psychological theory -
 I later found out that most of the draymen chose big,
tough, muscled slaves as they're a whole lot more fun
to fuck anyway.  I mean, it's one thing to have a
weak, thin guy under you as you fuck the insides out
of him, but there's a whole lot more satisfaction in
totally dominating and controlling the sort of body
that could beat you to a pulp if it tried!

"You mean, I'm going to have to fuck all those eight
slaves?",  I asked.  And Jon just gave me one of those
big, lazy smiles of his.  "Oh, Steve, I don't think
there's going to be much of a 'have to' about it at
all - I've been watching you, you know, and you like
men, like them very much,  I think.  So I don't think
it will be any hardship for you at all to have to fuck
your guys.  I was a bit worried that you might not
admit to yourself that you'd enjoy it - but after that
little session just now I've got no concerns at all:
I think that once you've learned how to use that dick
you'll be a natural and those slaves won't get any
rest at all.  I take it you've not fucked a guy
before?"

I blushed slightly as I said that I hadn't - I mean, a
guy doesn't want to tell another one that he's not had
sex, does he.... Especially at eighteen?  I wondered
if Jon was wondering what I'd been doing since I was
sixteen, so I muttered "Well, not fucked, as such....
But I have been with other guys...."   Stu, he just
laughed!  Not maliciously, or anything, but as if I'd
told a great joke.  "OK, Steve", he said "You've not
fucked 'as such' - does that mean that you've bored a
hole in a big juicy melon and fucked that?  Or that
you've just not gone all the way with a buddy before?
I mean, they told me you're eighteen, and a horny,
good-looking guy like you can't have been lacking
opportunities...."  So I told him about how dad tended
to keep a tight reign on me, and how you, Stu, my best
buddy, had those funny Christian parents who had kept
telling you that sex was wrong - let alone sex with
other guys - and so we'd only got to just fooling
around with each other, and had jerked each other off
and so on, but hadn't actually fucked.

He nodded, and it wasn't censorious or judgmental in
any way.  "Well I suppose that's good, as fas as it
goes", he went on, reaching down and stroking my balls
a bit.  "I can teach you how to do it properly, son.
The first time you fuck a guy it will be great, right
from the outset.  So many guys experiment with real
man-to-man sex and because they've not had proper
lessons about it at school, they make a mess of it and
just don't enjoy it as much as they should.  You may
have been waiting for it, Steve, but now it's here,
it's going to be great.  We'll start in on those
slaves of yours tomorrow."

I could feel my dick almost shrinking at the thought
of having to force myself into one of those big,
muscular asses, and he sensed this and smiled again.
"First, though, we have to take control of them
sexually in other ways.", he told me.  "They know
they're totally reliant on you for food and water, and
now we're going to the next stage and they'll learn
that you're in charge of them sexually, too.  Tomorrow
morning we tell them that from now on, even if they
only want to jerk themselves off, they have to ask
your permission."

"So if I'm going to fuck all these guys, I'd better go
out tomorrow and buy some condoms", I muttered, which
was a bit of an odd thing to say, I suppose, but we'd
had all that drilled into us, hadn't we?  "Steve, get
real, will you!  These are all breeders, Steve, who've
been giving it to their wives and haven't had any
chance to stray, not even with their buddies!  You
don't even want to think bout using condoms with these
guys - it takes away all the pleasure.  I certainly
never use them, as even with the thinnest ones you
immediately lose most of the sensation of your dick in
direct contact with him, and you don't get the full
warmth, the smoothness.... But most of all, Steve,
it's putting a barrier between you and the other guy,
at a time when you want to be completely open."
Condoms are only for those who are scared about life,
Steve - real men want to feel the other guys in
intimate contact with them."  With that he hugged me
again and reached out and turned off the lamp, and I
knew we were meant to sleep.  But it's not that easy -
although Jon was soon away, his breathing slowed and
his whole body relaxed, I just couldn't.  It was so
exciting, being next to a guy in bed like that, having
another man so totally close to me.  I did sleep
eventually, of course, but I need my eight hours and I
certainly didn't get it, so when he slapped me on the
butt to wake me up I did so with a complete start, and
sprang up, wondering where I was!  There was Jon,
already dressed, looking down at me as I lay there -
he'd pulled the covers off me and woken me like that,
and now I realised that he was smiling as he looked
down at my morning hard-on.  "Ah, ready for those
slaves already, Steve!", he said, "But get cleaned up,
and well go over to the cafe for breakfast."

There were dome other draymen in the staff restaurant,
and we joined them.  I saw them looking at my somewhat
dishevelled uniform, and my wet hair, and the way Jon
was almost protective of me as we sat there and tucked
into ham and eggs and toast and stuff, and I just knew
that they all knew that Jon and I had been together
all night.  And I tell you, Stu, I didn't care!

I hope you sex life is progressing well, old buddy....
 I'd hate to think of you just sitting there in front
of our PC jerking off, all alone.  Steve.

End Of Part Three.