Date: Sat, 14 May 2005 01:41:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Labourer, Part 12

THE LABOURER  by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 12

I felt sort of numb as I pulled on shorts and a shirt
after Joey had finished with me.  I knew I couldn't
take another round of so-called "punishment" like the
last one.  In my desperation I thought about running -
but where could I run to?  Without money I wouldn't
get far, and as soon as I was brought back I felt
certain they'd just pick up where they had intended.
I was like a trapped animal, not knowing which way to
turn as the hunters closed in - every avenue seemed
closed to me.

"Come on!"  Joey even had the temerity to order me
around.  "If you keep Mister Rooney and his guest
waiting, I expect they'll punish you even harder!"  He
even sounded as if he was looking forward to the
prospect.

He led the way out of the barracks, expecting me to
follow.  He was just wearing a long T, without shorts,
and as he walked along I got glimpses of his white
butt from underneath the material as it moved up and
down.  I began to feel even worse, remembering Craig's
words:  it was no sort of life for a sixteen year old
to have to work on us in the showers, then to have to
go around half naked like this - after all, if  I
could see his butt as he walked along, he was probably
having to expose his dick, too.  Of course I'd seen
him before, totally naked, as that was how he was when
he worked on usually in the showers, but the way in
which the long T just revealed glimpses of his body
made it especially humiliating.  I was wrong to have
hit him, and I wished I hadn't now - perhaps the
thought of my own pain and humiliation that was
waiting for me had made me especially sensitive to the
difficulties of others.  I was going to say "sorry",
but I kind of ran out of time as we reached the main
part of the house.

Joey led me into the large living room, and as usual
told me I was to stand by the fireplace.  "Mister
Rooney said you were to be totally naked when he comes
in", Joey informed me.  "So get out of that stuff."
Somehow it felt wrong to be stripping in front of the
lad, even though he was half naked himself, and even
though he had seen me naked just a few minutes before.
 But that was in the showers where it seemed almost
"natural", and here it was in a "proper" room, with
the feel of my feet on polished wood, the smell of the
lavender polish from the oak furniture, and the sight
of the normal couches and drapes standing there just
as if it was like the one where I'd spent a lot of my
life as I was growing up at home.

I stood there, head bowed, just waiting.  Joey went
and sat on one of the couches, and as he did so his T
pulled up, so that even with my eyes downcast  I could
see his dick and balls hanging down between his long
thighs.  I keep thinking of him as a "boy", but he was
sixteen, and I suppose he was more of a "man", a young
man, admittedly, who still needed to put on a lot of
body mass, but then you do as you go through your late
teens, don't you?  But at that age your dick and balls
look very big, as they're not in proportion to the
rest of you.

He just stared at me, and I felt somehow very
embarrassed.  I remembered that I wanted to apologise
and began  "Look, Joey, I'm ..."

"Shut the fuck up, Steve!  If Mister Rooney comes and
we're talking, we'll both be punished", was all he
would say.  He might at least have just listened for a
couple of seconds, or something.  It made me feel even
worse, actually - I must have upset him even more than
I had thought.

I was getting more and more gloomy, more and more
worried, and when I heard the raised, happy voices of
Rob and Rooney coming, I almost began to shiver with
anticipation and fear.  It sounded as if they'd had a
good dinner and had been drinking, and this is how
they'd been that last time.  The doors to the room
positively burst open, and they stumbled in.

Rob came straight over, took my dick in his hand, and
said cheerily "Hey, Steve!  You've recovered - no harm
done, eh?  You're looking really great - this life of
really hard work does suit you, as you hoped it would.
 It was pretty good fun last time, wasn't it?"

I could hardly believe my ears.  Fun?  Was he joking?
I just decided to say nothing.  Rooney though cut in
"I won't have my servants being sullenly silent like
that!  When a master speaks, you answer, boy!"

Rob was massaging my dick now, and I was getting an
erection, and through clenched teeth I managed to say
"Not really,  Rob."

Rooney sprang over towards us, took a cane down from
the rack by the side of the fireplace, and hit me on
the butt with two stinging swipes.  I managed to avoid
gasping, but my whole body tensed, and Rob felt this
as he was still holding my dick - now very erect
indeed.

"I've warned you before, Steve, about politeness,
too!", Rooney snapped.  "How dare you be familiar with
one of my guests, and your indenture holder, at that!"

"Don't be too hard on him, Mike", Rob interjected.
"We were buddies for a long time, you know.   Really
good friends."

He stopped for a moment, then went on "But not good
enough friends that I was ever able to do this to you,
eh, Steve?"  His fingers continued to stroke my dick,
and he'd 'skinned me back, and I felt almost certain
that there's be some pre-cum leaking out by now.

"No, Sir."  This came out through clenched teeth.  My
whole body wanted to just punch and kick at him, give
him some of the pain that I'd experienced last time.
And then I'd fuck him, show him just how "close" good
friends could get - especially friends who'd been used
and humiliated, as I'd been.  And it would be a hard
fuck, too - dry, up his virgin ass, with no stopping
as he squealed and screamed like a stuck pig under me.

Rob's fingers stopped playing with my dick.  "You
know, Mike, Steve here is really tense tonight.  I
thought you told me he was getting a lot of sex....
That he was a real stud?  I mean, he was always
fucking around when we were buddies, but over dinner
you told me he had a different guy every night here -
well, it doesn't feel like that to me:  if you ask me,
he's ready to blow!"

"Oh, there's some squabble or other - I find it best
not to interfere.  But I don't want his cum going
everywhere when we get to work on him.  Shall we have
him jerk off before we begin?"

I tensed up as I heard this.  I mean, I was used to
jerking off in the barracks now, surrounded by other
guys.  But surely they couldn't mean me to stand here
and do it in front of them, could they?

Rooney had moved over to where Joey was now standing -
he'd leaped to his feet as soon as the men had entered
the room, and was standing with one arm around the
boy, his hand casually stroking his buttocks under the
back of the T.  Joey looked up at Rooney and whispered
something, and Rooney nodded.  "No, Rob - I've got a
better idea.  My young lad here needs practice - we'll
let him do it."

As I watched in something approaching horror, Rooney
stopped stroking Joey, who came over towards me,
pulling the T up over his head as he did so, so that
he was as naked as I was.  He was massively erect, his
dick bobbing up and down in synchronisation with his
steps as he crossed the room, and he knelt in front of
me, leaning his young body against my strong hairy
legs.  I got that odd tickling sensation as my hairs
were moved in the wrong direction as he brushed
against them.

But he didn't jerk me off - no, the little bastard did
what he'd tried to do all week:  his head went down,
and he started to suck at me and tease my dick with
his tongue.  In spite of myself I moved my hips a
little, as you do when a guy is doing things like that
to you, and at once Joey's arm snaked around me, just
below my waist:  I could feel his warm smooth arm
against my butt, particularly where it was still
stinging from Rooney's cane strokes.  He almost pulled
himself closer to me, and now my dick head was
completely in his mouth, and he was bobbing up and
down on it, moving a couple of inches or so each time.

Look, I know that it's only the head that really
matters:  if a guy is sucking your dick, it's only the
sensation from your head that has any effect, as we
all probably agree.  But there's something very, very
satisfying about thrusting your dick right down the
throat of the guy who's going down on you, and I had
to restrain myself and keep my hands neatly clasped
behind my back to stop myself from putting my hands
behind Joey's head as he worked away, and forcing his
nose deep into my pubes!  The effort of doing this,
and the sensations that were coming from my dick, made
me go almost weak at the knees and, again sensing this
as he held on to my body, Joey almost unconsciously
tightened his grip around my butt.  But then it took
all my self control to stop me really going at him -
his fingers started to force themselves between my
butt cheeks, as if he was exploring for my asshole!
He looked up at me as he was doing this, and in spite
of my dick filling his mouth I thought I saw him smile
in satisfaction as he knew he was getting revenge on
me - he knew I never let any of the other guys
anywhere near my butt, and now I was powerless to do
anything about it, if I wished to avoid further
punishment.

Joey's finger scraped over my asshole, and I'm sure he
would have tried to force it in. But at that moment I
was unable to help myself and I began to pump cum into
his mouth.  As I looked down at him, he seemed
surprised at the quantity, and I wondered if this was
the first time he'd ever sucked dick.  He pulled off
me, and continued to kneel there, gently scratching at
my ass.  The last drops of cum were slowly oozing out
of my dick as it now hung there detumescing, and Joey
put his head close again, pushed his tongue right out
and gently licked them off me.  The little bastard was
really smiling at me now, and he knew that I knew that
he'd won.

"Wow!", I heard Rob say to Mike.  "Have you been
training him?  He looks like a real expert."

"No", Rooney responded. "I just use him to fuck, when
I'm feeling lonely at night.  These young lads have
nice tender rumps and they soon get used to it.  He
squealed a lot the first few times I took him, but now
he just opens up for me, takes it without complaint,
and then I can kick him out of bed and get a good
night's sleep.  I suppose he might have been sucking
the dicks of some of the servants in the showers or
something, but I really don't know."

"He's quite handsome, isn't he?"

"Yes - he was a good buy.   He was in some sort of
trouble and his stepfather threw him out of the house,
he was picked up by the cops, and now he's a ten year
guy:  I've got him until he's twenty-six.  So I'll
certainly get my money's worth from him - as soon as
he's put on some body mass, I think he'll be a real
stunner.  I've got another nine years of work in him,
and I didn't have to pay much for him as there's a
resistance to buying these young punks in case they're
hard to train.  But a few touches of the cane, and I
find they soon settle down."

"So you'll be keeping him?"

"Well, it depends.  When he's about nineteen and
properly ready, if he's still handsome I might sell
him to a brothel or something, rather than wasting him
on heavy manual labour.  There's enough heavy muscle
like Steve here around, going for almost nothing for
the manual work. So if the price is right, there's
more profit in selling his contract to a place where
they can really make use of his assets.  He's got a
nice dick, don't you think?"

"Yes.  And big, too."

"Well, it's rather like dogs' paws.  You can always
tell if a puppy is going to be a big dog by looking at
the size of the paws when they're young.  I always
reckon I can tell what a boy will mature to by looking
at his dick when he's sixteen!"

Both of them started to laugh, and Joey continued to
kneel there, pressed against me as if it gave him
comfort, but all the time still scratching at my
asshole.

"So what are we going to do with Steve now", Mike then
asked.  "Shall we take him to my special room and
carry on from where we left off?  He seemed to react
well when I lashed his hole and his balls - and I 'm
sure it cramped his style with the other servants for
a long time!"

"You mean he lets them fuck him?"

"Oh no, Rob!  He's a top - in fact, a dominant,
aggressive top.  He's been up the ass of every one of
the servants, and they're queuing up for it.  I doubt
that he's been fucked since the last time he was in
here."

"Well I've got an idea then..."  Rob put his hand to
Mike's ear, and whispered something, that caused them
both to break out into uproarious laughter.

"Right then, Steve", Mike commanded.  "Away from him,
Joey.  Over into the corner, Steve, and on the 'horse'
- but on your back this time!"

"Please, Mister Rooney, Master Rob.... Please don't
fuck me again..."

"You still haven't learned, have you, Steve?  Not only
does your arguing piss me off, but it doesn't do any
good.  You ought to know by now that when I say do
something, you do it!  I didn't build Rooney's
Contracts into the business it is by listening to the
pleading of a lot of indentured servants!  Now get on
the horse, or else you'll be feeling my prod."

I almost dragged myself over to the horse, I was so
reluctant.  But I had no choice, did I?  Even if I
stood up to the prodding from Rooney, he'd soon have
the overseers in there and they'd force me.  Once
again, as I had now done so many times recently, I
began to regret ever having this mad idea of
voluntarily indenturing myself just so that I could
use my body to its maximum capability.  It was being
used all right, but not in the ways I'd had in mind.

The leather of the top was cold to my back, and as
soon as I'd positioned myself, Mister Rooney knelt and
fastened my wrists to the manacles on the front legs.
Rob was watching, and went to tighten the strap around
my belly, but Rooney stopped him.

"No, Rob.  His body is very well exercised and supple,
so we can get his feet right back to his head, and
that really opens him up.  But if you strap him down
there, it prevents his ass going right up.  You'll
remember we only need that 'buckaroo' when he's on his
belly... Watch."

Rooney got manacles with ropes attached to them around
my ankles, then in turn lifted each of my legs and
pulled it up and back so that my feet were almost on
my shoulders.  He grunted with satisfaction as he tied
the ropes to the front legs of the horse, and then
pointed out to Rob how I was now just as helpless as
if the buckaroo strap was holding me.  "See - just
like a Thanksgiving turkey with his legs like that!
His belly's all curled up, but his ass is
magnificently accessible, and with his thighs
stretched like that, we can really warm him up."

As he said this, Rooney slapped me hard, on the inside
of each of my thighs, right near the top, and I
flinched and yelped with the unexpectedness of the
pain.  "See", he said to Rob, "The inside of the
thighs is always very tender, and a normal lash or
cane doesn't always get there.  But with his dick out
of the way, and them stretched like that....   Now,
before we begin, do you want his head up or down?"

"Uh?"

"Oh yes... Perhaps you're not familiar with this model
of the horse.  But where his head is lying is
separated from the main body, so it can be lowered
right down so his head lolls back unless he supports
it, which is very wearing on his neck muscles after a
time.  Or we can jack it up, so he's looking down his
body and can watch everything you're doing  -  I
always thinks it adds that little 'something' when he
can see you about to enter him, and then watch as you
slide your dick in and out of him.  Especially for a
top like Steve, watching himself being used is
especially difficult."

"Oh, it's up then, I guess", Rob replied, as if it was
a matter of no concern.  "Now, who's going first?"

"Oh you - you don't get to fuck as often as I do, I
guess.  I know you went first last time, but this
one's so tight that even sloppy seconds are good!"

I watched as Rob removed his clothes, as I had done so
many times when we were school, and at the gym.  I
couldn't help getting a slight sense of satisfaction
from seeing that he was definitely getting the start
of a ring of flab around his belly, whereas I knew
that mine was hard and strong, something to be proud
of.  Rob reached down and casually started to stroke
himself to a full erection, then he stopped.  "Uh,
Mike.... Lube?"

"Oh yes - well, he's already cum, so that's no good,
and I don't like the artificial stuff - I don't allow
it on the place.  So it will just have to be a bit of
spit - it's tough, I know, but it will be tougher on
him than it is on you.... Joey...."  He called the
naked boy over, and said something to him, and Joey
loped over to us, fell to his knees in front of Rob,
and started to lick and suck at his dick.

"Easy, boy....".  Rob's words sounded strained, as if
he was really struggling.  "Easy!  I don't want to cum
in your mouth like Steve did, and you're really
exciting me!"

Joey turned around so that he was kneeling at my ass,
then I felt his hands resting on my butt cheeks, and
his fingers probing at my hole!  He must have pushed
his thumbs in as I felt like crying out, not only with
the indignity of it all as I lay there helpless, but
with the acute discomfort.  My hole must have been
open, as I almost jumped, if that would have been
possible, at the sheer unexpectedness of what happened
next - it was kind of ticklish, as Joey spat a big gob
of his saliva right into my hole, and then moved it
around with his thumbs.  He did it twice more, then
Mike called out "OK, that's enough!  I can see you're
enjoying that, but Master Rob's getting impatient...."

Joey scrambled to his feet and he was erect again now,
leaking precum which he deftly scooped onto his
fingers before it dropped and spoiled the floor.  I
could see a look of triumph, almost a smirk, on his
face as if he was saying to himself  "See!  Who's the
top now?"  I knew I needed to do something about that
boy, as it was 't right that he should be pleased to
see another servant being used like this.

Rob advanced towards me, his dick straining upwards,
glistening  in the light.  But just as he was about to
push his dick into me, he turned and said to Rooney
"didn't you say something about warming him up?"

Rooney grinned and handed Mike a semi-flexible leather
paddle, about four inches wide, and almost with glee
Rob started to strike at my tender inner thighs.  It
wasn't just the stinging pain as each blow landed, but
the way that a fiery glow spread all along my legs -
it was as if I was roasting.  I couldn't think about
anything other than this all-consuming sensation
spreading through me, and the sounds of the paddle
landing were almost drowned out by my cries of
despair.  Rooney signalled Rob to stop for a moment,
came up to my head, and casually stuffed the silk
handkerchief from the top pocked of his jacket into my
mouth.

"There!  I can't concentrate with all that noise going
on!  Now our turkey's got a bit of stuffing in his
mouth, proceed!"

Rob had mostly lost interest, though, or he was keen
to get started on the real business of the evening, as
he only hit me five or six times more, before he was
once more standing there between my legs.

"OK, Steve.... This is what we've been waiting
for...." he said to me, looking along my body.  I
tried to shout "No, Rob, we were buddies, please
don't....", but it all came out muffled through my
gag, and the next moment I felt his dick against me.
I fought back, of course.  I did everything I could to
try to stop him entering me.  But you can't - a
determined man with a stiff dick can always thrust it
in through your sphincter, however hard you try to
clamp it shut.  And then, as Rob fucked me and I could
do nothing but make garbled and unintelligible shouts,
threats, entreaties and cries of pain, I could watch
him as my head was propped up.

I saw his face change from excitement as he started,
through that grim determination as he really got
going, to one of being completely "out of it" as his
body reacted to the excitement he was feeling.  He was
shouting himself, his face was all screwed up, his
mouth was open and saliva was rolling out, and then he
threw his head back and closed his eyes.... And I knew
it was over.

He just stood there then, still inside me, looking
down at me, and now laughing - almost hysterical
laughter, the kind you get when you've just had a
really intense orgasm.

"Fuck me, Mike!", he said when he'd got himself under
control.  "I don't know about selling young Joey to a
brothel - I reckon you'd get a good price for Steve
here!  I've never had anything like that before - he
really gripped me.... Not like that bitch of a wife of
mine."

"Yes, Rob.  But guys who work in brothels have to
really like taking it - a lot of guys are turned on by
having their partner tied down and helpless as Steve
is, but it's not really commercial, as I don't suppose
you can get the throughput.  So I think Steve is safe
here as a labourer."

Well, that was one thing, at least, I thought.  I
watched as Rob went and sprawled on one of the
couches, now unworried about lying there and gently
stroking his balls as we all watched.  "Your turn now,
Mike", he said.  "I'd like to watch him getting done
again - I had my eyes shut a lot of the time... Unless
you want to go with that little surprise I suggested?"

"No, I've had a heavy dinner...  If you've finished
with him, I'll send him back.  But on the other hand,
I could lie by you and watch, I suppose."

Joey had been kneeling in front of Mike as he said
this, waiting patiently.  Rooney acknowledged him
after a few moments, and Joey now slid to his feet so
that Rooney could say something to him very quietly.
Joey nodded, Rooney at once roared with laughter, and
slapped Joey on the back, almost sending the slight
body flying,  then went over an sat by Rob, putting
his arm around my ex-buddy's shoulder.

"You're going to get to see some action", I heard him
say. "Young Joey is delighted at the thought of being
allowed to take him.  That was a brilliant idea of
yours."

"Great! But is the kid up to it?"

"Of course.  He's sixteen, and men are at their most
fertile then - it's all downhill after that, you know.
 A guy of sixteen produces more cum than at any other
time in his life:  think about it... years ago, men
didn't live much beyond twenty-something, so they had
to be breeding long before.  They used to get married
at thirteen or fourteen... And had no problems
fathering kids!  That's why young guys' dicks are
proportionately bigger than the rest of them - they
need to be ready for action before the rest of the
body."

Turning to Joey, he called to him to go over to the
couch, and I lay there and watched as both men fondled
Joey's balls, feeling their size and shape and
commenting on how full the sac felt, and then laughing
as they saw that his erect dick was almost vertically
upwards, and leaking cum everywhere.  I'd have died of
shame if anyone had done that to me at that age, but
Joey didn't seem to mind at all.

"He's a good kid", I heard Mike say.  "I never have a
bit of trouble from him.  After the first few days
when he'd learned that he would get punished for the
slightest bit of resistance, and once I'd reamed him
out once or twice, he's always served well.  As I told
you, he's nice and smooth, and he's quite athletic, as
you can see - if I'm tired, I just lie there on my
back and he lowers himself on to me and squats there,
doing all the work.  If I were you and if I was having
problems with my wife, I'd go down to the Court House
and pick up an indenture on a nice young lad - it
shouldn't be all that hard for you, as you're there
most days anyway, and you must be making a stack of
money, as you're a partner now."

"You're joking, Mike!  I'd be out on my ear.  Her
father's the senior partner, you know.  And he sets my
salary.  And if there was anything like that going on
at home, he'd simply push me out of the firm.  Not
that I'm very secure anyway - Karen wants a kid, and
her father wants a grandson... She's his only child,
and he wants to keep the line going.... And it isn't
going to happen."

"You mean you don't fuck her?"

"Oh sure, of course I do.  I have to.  She demands it
- well, only on the right days of the month!  She's
determined to get pregnant, and on those days I'm
expected to perform like a rabbit!  But it isn't going
to happen - although I've got lots of cum, I'm
shooting blanks:  rubella, as a kid.  She doesn't
know, but one day she'll find out as she's talking
about having 'tests' herself... And when she does,
there goes my nice little life as I've got no money
saved or anything as she spends all I make, and the
house belongs to her father...."

"Hey, Rob, I'm sorry...."

"Oh don't be.  I've known for a long time, and it
doesn't affect me normally - well, you can see how I
fucked Steve just now.  And look at the cum sliding
out of his hole - plenty of it, it's just not alive."

Mike reached over and stroked Rob's dick and balls,
muttering "Yes, and well presented, too....", then
called out "OK, Joey - into action!"

I was still hurting from the paddling that Rob had
given me and I suppose my ass lips were sore from the
almost dry fucking, but I really couldn't tell above
the background level of discomfort.  As he'd said it
was, I was aware of Rob's cum sliding out of my hole -
it's funny, isn't it, that a guy's ass can hold in all
sorts of crap, but it seems unable to stop cum leaking
out?  So I knew that Joey's fucking would at least be
painless, or relatively so.  And in spite of what they
said about his dick, it might have been
proportionately large to his body, but it wasn't as
thick, or as long, as Rob's (or, at least, not from
the angle I was looking!).

So as he approached me I wasn't struggling and crying
and shouting out because I knew it was going to hurt
me, but because I was outraged that I was going to be
used by a sixteen year old boy, to amuse Rob and Mike!
  And when he started, what made it worse was the way
that Joey smirked at me as he pushed his dick into my
ass - not that that expression lasted long, as once he
began thrusting, as all men do, his face got very
serious, and then ecstatic.

They left me there, tied down, long after Joey had
finished, and I thought that there was nothing else
that they could do to me.  They'd taken my cherry the
first time I'd been on the horse, really hurt me
during their last session, they'd fucked me now again,
and finally added to my total humiliation by having
Joey go up me. If I'd been alone, I think I'd have
wept - tear of rage, humiliation, and shame, oh, and a
few for the pain, too.  But I couldn't do that, could
I, with all three of them still in the room?

End Of Part 12