Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 08:46:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Laborer, Part 13

THE LABOURER  by Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 13

I just lay there, with my thoughts, and ignoring the
messages of discomfort from my body - sure I had a
supple musculature, but it's no fun having your feet
tied down almost to your shoulders for any length of
time.  And I hated the feeling of the cum as it
trickled out of me and slid down my ass crack.

Mike and Rob seemed to be having a fun time, though -
Mike now had his arm around Rob, and with his other
hand was playing with Rob's dick, and generally
fondling him.  I couldn't really hear what they were
saying as they were having that kind of quiet, silly
conversation that guys have when they're getting
intimate with each other.  But suddenly Rob stood up,
saying "No, I said!", in quite a loud voice.

He stood there, looking down at Mike, who gave a
shrug.  Their voices were louder now, and I could hear
them distinctly.  "Rob, don't get so upset!  We were
having fun, weren't we?  You liked me playing with
your dick, and I thought you were getting ready for
sex again...."

"Yes, but you're not going to fuck me!"

"Oh come on, Rob, I won't hurt you...."

"Don't tell me that - I've seen the way Steve shouts
and groans.  You can't tell me that it doesn't
hurt...."

"Oh but that's just because he's only a servant, and
part of the fun of using servants is that you can hurt
them.  If you came to bed with me, I'd show you a
really good time... Look, I'm not saying it won't
hurt, as you're a virgin, I take it.  And the first
time a big, thick dick like mine slides up your chute,
it's bound to be a bit, well, uncomfortable.  But
that's part of the pleasure - there's an incredibly
fine line between pain and pleasure, and a man's dick
up your ass, fucking you hard, hovers on the cusp of
the two.  I've never fucked a guy who hasn't enjoyed
it eventually.... Believe me... I've been there, and
done it."

"So why can't I fuck you, Mike?  If it doesn't hurt...
Or if it does and it's fun...."

Mike gave a small laugh.  "Oh Rob, you've got a lot to
learn about all of this!  I'm a lot older than you,
and more experienced.  And I'm a top - always.  And
whereas you've been topping Steve here, I think you're
a bit submissive, really  - I mean, look at all that
shit you take from your wife and your father in law...
A real man, someone who's always in control, wouldn't
be worrying about that kind of crap, he'd be out there
telling them what to do.  So I think that once you've
been broken in, you'd be a pretty good guy for a
casual fuck, every now and then:  I get tired of just
fucking the servants, who don't have any choice in it,
and I'd like you to come along and beg me to fuck your
ass every now and then..."

"No way!"

"How do you know, Rob, if you've never tried it?  It
seems you and your buddy Steve both led very sheltered
lives.  If you'd experimented a bit at school, you'd
both be better off than you are now:  you probably
wouldn't be tied to that wife of yours, and Steve
wouldn't be going to all these incredible lengths to
'prove' that he can use his body.  If you'd just got
together when your hairs started to sprout and
experimented with each other, you'd both have found
out what fun it is to have proper sex - after all,
you do seem to enjoy fucking a man's ass, and we know
Steve does....  Just think of all those wasted years
because you never got started!"

"It wasn't like that.... Steve was always chasing the
women, and so was I.  And we couldn't go with guys -
all our buddies would have laughed..."

"All your buddies would probably have joined in!
Wasn't there a lot of what we call 'horse play' in the
showers after a game, or a practice?"

"Well, yes."

"So you were all perfectly normal guys, but just
repressed.  If any of you had just dared to push the
envelope a bit, and move on - take hold of a guy's
dick instead of just slapping his ass during this
'horseplay', for example - you might all be having
proper sex now."

"Look, Mike, you keep calling it 'proper' sex, but I
mean.... The church and everything, they keep telling
me it's wrong.  I feel guilty every Sunday when the
pastor stands up there and tells us all about the
'sinful gay folk who are destroying the nation'."

"Oh Rob, you do have a lot to learn, a lot more than I
thought.  Look, it's called 'proper' sex because only
another guy can really appreciate you - a woman's in
no position to understand what it feels like to have a
dick sucked, or to give it - only another guy can
truly understand just what a man feels when he's
giving or taking it, as he's done it himself.  The
other stuff -  breeding -  well that's just a
biological thing that we have to do sometimes to keep
the race going - but even then, the world would be a
whole lot better if most people didn't, as there's too
many people as it is.  If more guys really understood
how great 'proper' sex could be, we'd all be a lot
better off."

Mike was obviously warming to his theme now, as he
continued, rather passionately, "And forget all that
church crap!  Your pastor's just a buffoon, and you
shouldn't take him seriously.  Have you ever read the
bible?"

"Yes, of course"

"Well take another look - the whole thing is just a
pack of lies, designed to woo the superstitious.  All
this walking on water, virgin births, plagues of
boils, and even people rising from the dead!  Well, I
ask you, who could believe shit like that?  But they
push it down your throat, swearing it's true - and
then they try to tell you that two guys can't have fun
together, just because the bible says so!  And if you
don't believe me, look at the way they keep on lying
and lying - that pope of theirs even believes that
condoms can't stop germs spreading, and he's happy to
have millions die because they believe in what he
says.  And we're just as bad in this country,
forbidding proper education and services to stop women
having kids, and even making it hard for them to get
rid of them when they don't want them, all in the name
of this god of theirs.  Look, the simple fact is that
these religious people don't want you to have fun -
they want it all gloomy and horrible, so that you're
terrified of living properly in case you go into some
horrible burning hell or other.  If you're scared of
life, scared of them, scared of the consequences that
they say waits for you, then you're really easy to
control.  And that's what the church is all about -
control:  controlling the stupid and superstitious."

"And you're the perfect example of it, Rob:  you
didn't have sex with Steve for all those years because
you were scared of the consequences.  And now you
worry about what the pastor says... But you've done
it, you've fucked Steve, and you know that something
that's so much fun can't possibly be wrong.  So if
your pastor says it is, because the bible says it is,
then your own experience now tells you that they're
both wrong."

Rob just sat there, looking at Mike.  He clearly
didn't know what to say, and, as guys often do in the
circumstances, muttered "Hey, I've got to take a
leak...  The bathroom's just down the hall, isn't it?"

"No, Rob.  It's right here.  Come on, your education
needs to continue."

Mike stood up, and pulled Rob to his feet after him,
and they came over towards me.  Mike fiddled with the
horse a bit, and the part of it holding my head up
first dropped flat, and then right away from
underneath me.  I was now holding my own head  in line
with my body, and I remembered Mike saying that after
a time it got painful on the muscles.... Yes,  I could
see that.

"Let's get him comfortable", Mike went on, and, to my
relief, in turn each of my legs was lowered, and
cuffed to the rear legs of the horse so  I was just
lying there.  As the blood rushed back into me, I got
a few bits of "pins and needles" and a bit of cramp,
but otherwise I began to feel better.  But then, to my
horror, I heard Mike say "Now his head's down, he's in
the perfect position to take your piss."

Rob sounded shocked.  "You mean piss in his mouth?""

"Yes, why not?"

"Why not? Well, its'... Well, dangerous... I mean,
germs and stuff...."

"No, Rob.  Piss is almost completely sterile.  There's
no danger, unless you count the possibility that he
might bite your dick off, and we can stop that!"

He came up to me and pulled the silk handkerchief out
of my mouth.  I ran my tongue around, and exercised my
jaws a bit, glad to be free again, then began "Please,
Master Rob, please don't do this to me... Please, it's
not right...."

I was cut off in mid sentence as Rooney bought a cane
down across my belly, well, more like just under my
ribs.  The harshness and the unexpectedness of it
caused me to scream.

"I've told you, Steve, that I only like to hear
servants speaking when they've been spoken to!",
Rooney snapped.  "Still, at least you're learning -
you did say 'Master Rob' then.  Now, if there's ay
more noise from you, I'll hit you again, and next time
it will be across those sensitive tits of yours.  So
lie still, while Master Rob takes a piss.  You heard
him say that he needed to, didn't you?  So as a
servant here you should be willing to help."

I bit my lip in anger and frustration.  I was
powerless, and helpless, and I didn't fancy that
stinging cane anywhere my nips, as I could still
remember the agony of the pincers.  Mike was talking
to Rob now, and came around and took my head in his
hands and pushed it down - against the combined forces
of gravity and his insistent pressure, and the
tiredness of my neck muscle, I couldn't resist and my
head fell back, my throat stretching out tight.

"This is a good position for training servants to take
piss", Mike explained. "Firstly, it's a convenient
height for you - you can easily straddle him and get
your dick nice and easily positioned in his mouth.
And you can do it from the back, which is easier to
start with, I think, or from the front - that's best
if you want to go on and have him ream out your ass
with his tongue.  But most importantly, he can't
really resist - when a servant's properly trained, he
can just drop to his knees and take your dick
naturally;  but as we have seen, Steve's not one to
take the easy way out, so it's necessary to have him
restrained like this.  Now we have to take care of the
biting thing - even though he is your oldest buddy, he
might get vicious when your stream starts hitting his
throat!"

"Open wide, Steve", he commanded, and when I shook my
head, keeping my lips clamped shut, he went on in a
more conversational tone "Look, I don't like hurting
you, you know - for one thing, if I punish you too
much in here it detracts from the pain you feel when
you're working, and that's not good for business.  But
if you don't obey me, I don't have a choice, do I?  If
you won't open your mouth, I'll have to make you...."
As he said this, his hand slid along the length of the
cane he was still holding in his other hand, very
suggestively.

Well, what the fuck was I supposed to do?  Held down
like that, with the cane hovering over my tits!
Reluctantly I opened my mouth, and Mike came up and
shoved a piece of wood in.  I went to snap my jaws
shut, thinking I might bite his fingers, and fuck the
consequences, but he seemed to be one step ahead of me
as my back teeth crunched on something, and my jaws
wouldn't close.

The cane came down, but across my belly again not my
tits.  Even so, I screamed, making a more inarticulate
sound with my mouth wedged open.

"You are very foolish and wilful, Steve", Mike
commented.  "I've done this before, you know, and I
was expecting you to try to bite.  But you should
think, Steve: what would I have had to do to you if I
hadn't been looking after your interests and been
ready for that?  If you'd harmed me, I'd really have
had to do something dramatic to you, wouldn't I?
Discipline would go to hell here if you servants
thought you could harm me or the overseers with
impunity.   So you're lucky that I'm alert for the
antics of wilful guys like you."

He changed tone, and said "OK, Rob - he's all yours.
Now I know it's difficult, but until the guy is used
to taking piss, you need to control yourself - let a
little dribble in first, to see how he takes it.
Then, as he gets used to swallowing it, you can speed
up.  But you can't ever really let fly and let it hose
out as you would at a urinal - well, not unless it's
intentional, that is, as most guys just can never
swallow fast enough."

"Intentional, Mike?"

"Well some guys like to be pissed on, and some guys
like to piss all over others - personally I don't see
the point of having the servant just lie there or
crouch there as you give him a shower from your dick,
but different strokes for different folks, as they
say!  We're just focussed here on getting Steve to
take your piss down, not to give him a wash with it.
Now..."

"Look, Mike, I'm not sure..."

"Rob, I told you to get started!  Now do as I fucking
well say...."

It seemed to me that Rob was rather reluctant as he
came up to my head.  I got a different view of his
dick from that angle, and it looked so much bigger
than when you see it normally.  Rob was holding it,
and started to point it towards my open mouth.  I
couldn't close my mouth, but I could, and did, turn my
head right away.  Rob in turn moved and tried again,
and I simply threw my head over and faced the other
way again.

"Enough of these games, Rob!  Take control of him."

"How?"

"Clamp his head between your thighs.  That will stop
him moving.  Then piss, slowly, as I said.  You're
supposed to be in charge, and he's a servant - now,
show him, and me, what you can do!"

Rob advanced on me, and I did m best by thrashing my
head around as much as I could.  But it was no good -
soon his thighs were gripping my head, and I could
feel the warmth of him pressing into my ears and
cheeks.  His balls were flopping around on the bridge
of my nose and around my eyes, so I could barely see,
and I was assailed by that smell of "maleness" that
you only get from down there.  In spite of myself, I
knew I was getting an erection - could it be the
pheromones that are all around there that were doing
this to me?  Or was it some primitive reaction that
all men have when they're utterly under the control of
another?  I didn't have any time to think about it,
though, as I felt something warm start to trickle into
my mouth, and got my first acrid taste of piss.

I was determined not to swallow it - I couldn't stop
him pissing in to my mouth, but no way was I going to
take it down.  I started to gag a bit at the thought
of what was happening to me, and resolutely clamped my
throat shut, and I could feel my mouth filling with
Rob's hot flow.  The more he did it, the more I could
taste, and now the smell of it was filling my nose,
too.  I tried again to move my head in the hope of
throwing some of it out of my mouth, but it was as if
Rob was riding me as you would a saddle horse, as the
moment I tried to move my head, the pressure of his
thighs simply increased to continue to hold me there.

"Fucking hell, Mike!  It hurts!", Rob exclaimed.
"I've had to shut off in mid stream, and you know how
that is..."

"Yes, and I know how some men can be the first time,
too.  So Steve is still being stubborn, and he's not
swallowing?  Well, there are two things you can do -
you can ask me to go down the other end and squeeze
his balls, until he does as he's supposed to.  Or you
can simply  take control yourself, and pinch his
nose."

"Pinch his nose?"

"Yes.  If you pinch his nose shut, he won't be able to
breathe, except through his mouth... And if his mouth
is filled with piss, he'll have to take it down if he
wants to take a breath.  Go on... Give it a try....
But don't worry about what happens to him - he'll
start to struggle, as he'll resist as long as he can,
and his body's reflexes will take over and try
anything to get free.  But he's securely held down on
the horse, and you've got his head clamped, so
although it will look dramatic - he'll be a real
'buckaroo' - he can't get free.  Then, sooner or
later, probably later in his case, he'll have no
choice:  he'll have to swallow.  Let him have a couple
of good breaths, but no more - start to fill his mouth
with piss again as you hold his nose, and you'll find
that gradually he gets compliant and he'll manage to
swallow, take  breath, swallow...."

"Are you sure, Mike?"

"Yes.  I've done it lots of times.  It's quite
interesting, actually, to see how something as simple
as your thumb and finger can totally control a big
strong guy like Steve"

I felt Rob  fumble around under his balls, and his
fingers found my nose and clamped on to it, and he
began to squeeze..... And Mike was right, of course.
I was determined not to swallow, but it did me no good
at all.  I thrashed around impotently, my body banging
up and down on the horse, and Rob had to squeeze my
head very hard between his thighs - and although he
was getting out of condition, he was still quite
powerful, so it was no use.  Ultimately I just had to
swallow, and felt the acrid piss go down my throat.  I
was coughing and spluttering as some of it went down
my windpipe as I struggled for breath, but I managed
to get a couple of big lungsfull in before Rob started
pissing again.

It seemed to go on for ever, but it can't have been
more than a couple of minutes or so, and then Rob
stepped back, freeing my head.  I shook it angrily
from side to side, and licked around inside my mouth
in a futile attempt to somehow get rid of the taste of
his piss.

"Well it's interesting, Mike", I heard Rob say.  "But
I can't say it's all that much fun - it's too hard to
have to keep holding the piss back - when I start to
go, I like to let it flow!"

"Rob, I'm afraid that's another example of how you're
not really a top... Just someone who can top
occasionally.  A real top would never hesitate to take
control of another guy, even if it was just a little
inconvenient for him.  But before you make a mess on
my floor, wipe the end of your dick - there are a few
drops of piss on it...."

Rob was standing there naked, and looked around
helplessly.  "On his hair - use Steve's hair to dry
yourself", Mike said,  laughing, as if it was the most
natural thing in the world, and I had to lie there as
Rob's dick slid up and down the crown of my head in my
cropped hair.

Mike came around now and I felt the shackles being
undone from my ankles and my wrists.  As he did this
Mike said quite calmly to me "Now, Steve, when you're
free, don't try anything foolish - take a deep breath,
and calm yourself.  If you try anything, it won't
work, well, at least not for long - I have a prod, and
the overseers are always close by with theirs.... I
know it's been tough for you, but don't make it
worse."   He ran his hand over by body, up over my
pecs, and was almost caressing my throat as it was
stretched out as my head was lolling backwards.  His
powerful fingers gripped my jaw, and he said again
"Remember, now - anything stupid, and you'll be
punished.  Understand?"

"Yes, Mister Rooney", was all I could say.  I was
seething inside, but I knew that he was right, and
this wasn't the time to strike back.  His fingers on
my throat and jaw had seemed to say "you're mine, I'm
in total control of you", and perhaps I responded to
that at some level.  I guess it was kind of him, in a
way, as if he hadn't done that I think I would have
leapt up off the horse and started to beat the shit
out of Rob.  But as it was I stood there, then, as
Mike gestured at me, I fell into the submissive "rest"
pose, with my eyes cast down and my hands neatly
clasped behind my back.

"Quite an evening so far", Mike then said almost
conversationally to Rob.

"So far?  How much further can we go?"

"Come and sit by me again, Rob, and let's just have a
little light entertainment to finish off the evening -
I'd like to play with your dick a bit more... And I
think you'd like that, too, wouldn't you?  We could
have something stimulating to watch...."

"Like a DVD?"

"No, better than that!  Why waste time on a recording,
when we can have the real thing.  We've got Steve
here, and it might stimulate both of us to see him in
action, fucking.  By all accounts he's very good at
it, and his body really is superb - watching that butt
of his pounding up and down will probably excite both
of us to action ourselves...."

"Who's he going to fuck?  One of the other servants?
I think you've got a cute Mexican one, haven't you?"

I began to cheer up.  I didn't like the idea of having
to fuck as a spectacle for these two, but at least if
it was Mex, I knew I'd done it before, and he and I
had both had a good time.

"No.  Well, we could, it that's what you really want
But it would be kind of 'symmetric', don't you think,
if Steve fucked Joey now, after the way the lad went
up Steve earlier?  I think there might be a bit of
tension there - some settling of scores?  And, anyway,
the contrast will be interesting:  older guy, young
kid;  big, heavy muscles and slight, thin body;  deep
tan and pure white butt;  a really good, aggressive
top, and a bottom who just enjoys taking it...."

"Hey, Mike, as always, you seem to know best...  He
can do the Mexican next time, perhaps."

"Joey - get down on your elbows and knees on the rug,
here in front of us", Mike snapped, and I watched as
Joey crossed the room and knelt there.  "Good boy -
shoulders right down, so your ass is nice and high...
You know how I like to take you... That will be good
for Steve, too."

"Right, Steve", Mike went on.  "Now you - let's see if
all those rumours about you are true.  On your knees
between his legs, and get stuck in."

Look, I've told you that I didn't want to fuck Joey,
no, more than that, I didn't want to use Joey sexually
at all.  It didn't seem right, somehow, to use a young
kid like that.  But I remembered what Craig had said
about guys of sixteen being perfectly capable of great
sex, and ready for it.  And I was a bit pissed off at
Joey for having fucked me quite so readily - sure,
he'd had no choice, else Mister Rooney would have
punished him, but he hadn't had to smirk and smile as
he'd done it, letting me know that he relished the
idea of going up my ass as I was lying there helpless.
 And, of course, at the end of the day, I knew I had
no choice.  I couldn't refuse to fuck him, or, rather,
I could, and then Mister Rooney would find some new ay
to punish me.  And Mister Rooney had said that he
fucked Joey regularly, and that he was used to it.....

All these thoughts were running through my head as,
reluctantly, I knelt there, stroked my dick to a full
erection, 'skinned back, and pressed myself into his
hole.

It wasn't a great fuck, actually.  Not even a
particularly good one, as these things go.  Joey just
seemed to slide open to accept me, and I did a
perfectly workmanlike job of thrusting in and out of
him until the inevitable happened.  I was barely even
sweating at the end - well, I suppose I was covered in
it, but it wasn't flying off me in huge drops as it
does when I was fucking passionately and really
working hard.  He was mostly silent, too, so I didn't
even know if I was hurting him, or if he was enjoying
it - he just knelt there, as if what was happening to
his ass had no connection with the rest of him.

Mike and Rob seemed to enjoy it, though - well, I
suppose having two guys fuck in front of you is always
at least interesting, and it was probably a lot better
for them than it was for me.  Still, once it was over
and I was again standing there in the submissive
"rest" position, Joey got to suck my dick again:  Mike
thought it was really amusing to have him kneel there
and lick all the ass juice and cum off my dick -
fortunately he must have cleaned himself out before
the evening, as  there was no shit , at least.

And even though I felt totally used and humiliated, at
least after that I could walk back to the barracks, my
ass a bit sore, and my pride and feeling of manhood
dented, but otherwise unharmed.  I got a "special
prize", too - as I climbed into bed, a figure
approached, and I groaned "No, not tonight - I can't
fuck again!".

"I'm glad to hear it.... I don't want  you to fuck
me!".  Craig slipped into my bed, ignoring my feeble
protests, and lay there next to me.  "You're not
hurting, then?  So it wasn't as bad as last time?  I
turned down a couple of guys tonight in case you
needed me...."

End Of Part 13