Falsely Enslaved

FALSELY ENSLAVED

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Twelve

To tell you the truth, I'd forgotten about my agreement to give Brett to Jamie if he persuaded mom and dad to move down here. Frankly, I thought he was getting enough from me anyway: he'd not even tried to get a job, and the tailor in the town had started to send me Jamie's bills - when I'd asked him about that, he waved it away almost airily saying that he was the brother of the richest man in those parts, and he thought that I'd want him to cut a certain style. All his "northern" clothes weren't really suitable for the events mom and dad wanted him to take them to as the style here was more for elaborately ruffled shirts, tight-cut pants, and jackets that did not close so that the ruffles could all be seen, all quite unlike the stuff he used to wear in the north. Well, I suppose I'd gone along with it, but now having to give up Brett was perhaps going too far - Brett was after all an immensely valuable animal because of his stunning looks and because having a whitey like him, properly and completely pony trained, was such a rarity.

My concern was that Jamie might immediately sell Brett to raise money - he had asked me for an allowance, which I had refused as I think all men ought to work - so it wasn't clear what he was living on, although I suspected that mom and dad, relieved of the costs of running their own place, were giving him money. So I started to argue with Jamie, saying I was unwilling to give him Brett and perhaps we could just go and buy him a nigga pony at the local sales, but he was adamant that this was our agreement, and he wanted me to stick to it. I lost it a bit then, and began to complain about the tailor's bills again (and the boot maker's!), and Jamie again asked me if I wanted my brother to look like a tramp, or a local hick! He appealed to Sam who'd been sitting there listening quietly but not joining in this family row, and Sam just shrugged and said that I was the older brother, I had all the money, and for those two reasons alone what I said ought to be the law. Jamie carried on, though, about how I ought to make good on my promises if I wanted to be a "southern gentleman" (I didn't, actually), and in the end I lost my temper and said that he could have Brett - but I wouldn't make a gift of him, only loan him "indefinitely" - that way, at least, I could make sure Jamie didn't sell him.

Brett was satisfied, and we shook hands, and then I asked him why Brett was so important. "Steve, you didn't do the frat stuff when you were at college, did you?"

"No. I like my own ways too much, and all that initiation, secret sayings, and all that crap wasn't me."

"Well them you can't understand how important it is. We all agree to look after our frat brothers, and Brett was pretty good to me, after the horror of the initiation.... So now I want to look after him in turn."

"He's a trained pony, Jamie! It will cause problems with the other slaves if you start showing him favours. And, anyway, there's no room at mom and dad's for him to have a separate room - he'll need to live out in that place on the alley."

"I was thinking of having him in my room, actually. He and I... Well, a few times.... You know...."

"You mean you fucked? For Christ sake, Jamie, you can't do that now! Mom an dad will be in the house....."

"...which didn't stop you fucking me, Steve!"

"Yes, but that was casual, when I had a room there. It's different if you move a slave in to live with you permanently."

Jamie nodded, and I wondered if I had convinced him. Still, he was a grown man now, and I can't solve all his problems for him - let him sort out mom and dad, and explain his sex life to them! So I rang the bell and told the valet to go and get Brett and have him wait out the front (as a pony he wasn't allowed in the house of course), and a few minutes later Jamie, Sam and me all went out there. Brett was standing there, in the shafts of the trap as I suppose it had been thought we were going for a spin, properly "resting" with his head down, feet apart and hands clasped behind his back. Jamie rushed over and began "Brett..... Old buddy.....", but Brett just stood there.

Jamie started to get worried, and tried to get Brett to acknowledge him, but to little effect. He came storming over to me almost shouting "What the fuck 's happened to Brett...."

Sam looked at me silently asking for permission, which

I gave with a brief nod of the head, and he took Jamie back over to where Brett was standing, and got Jamie to really feel Brett's butt, taking a handful of the hard muscle and trying to knead it. Then he asked "Feel anything?"

"...those ridges...."

"Yes. It's where we beat Brett, to train him. The slightest mistake, and he felt the punishment cane. And those hard ridges you feel under the skin are the legacy of that - scarring in the muscle itself, which will take years to get adsorbed back into the body. You can only imagine how many times he was beaten, and how hard, to turn him into this perfect pony."

Jamie nodded. "So?"

"Well, some guys, like Steve and me, we adapt. We learn the lessons, but we keep a little bit of 'ourselves' nicely walled away. So when we were made free again, the 'old' us could emerge. But I think Brett was not as strong as we were mentally, and as the tidal wave of pain engulfed him in order to train him properly, his mind retreated totally and it's lost somewhere. His body learned all the rules of the life of a pony, and learned them well, as he's an excellent animal as you can see - he doesn't even have to be manacled to the trap. But perhaps his body learned it all too well, and now it can bypass him mind and be a pony totally and completely."

Jamie looked furious, and shouted at me "You barbarian, doing that to a guy...."

"Fuck you, Jamie - you know nothing about it! Sam and I were trained as ponies too, remember, and we're OK. It's Brett who was weak, and who 'snapped'. And in any case we didn't do anything to a guy - Brett was a slave, you know: properly enslaved by the courts for his crimes. And I bought him, legitimately, fair and square, and an owner can do what he likes with a slave. Sure I had him beaten to make him obey - any owner would: that's what happens to slaves, Jamie."

"But you've ruined him...."

"...quite the reverse! Sam and I have turned him into the most perfect pony slave imaginable. He's responsive, obedient, hardworking, easy on the eye....

How many of those nigga ponies you see around the town don't need to be manacled to the trap? And I think he's content - he doesn't have to decide things, doesn't have to make decisions, doesn't have to dress...."

"He is mine now though, isn't he?"

"As we agreed - on indefinite loan."

"Well I'm going to reverse it....."

"You won't be doing him any favours, Jamie! As he collapsed so totally he probably didn't much like the life he was living anyway. Perhaps he always had to be seen to be doing things, as a rich man's son, but secretly wanted only to be left alone, or told what to do.... So he adapted readily to the life of a slave, and not just a slave, but that most controlled of slaves, a pony. If you 'bring him back', for want of a better phrase, he might be unhappy. And he'll certainly be embarrassed at having to run around naked, and stud...."

"Well I'm not going to stud him.... It's degrading, making a guy fuck like that."

I shrugged. "Well perhaps the first few times, but Sam and I got used to it. You can get to be proud of your performance, you know. But I wouldn't be so sure you're not going to have to stud him - I'm going to have a word with dad about money, and you don't have a job.... I don't like you sponging off dad, Jamie, and it's got to stop. So without an allowance, or a job, almost your only source of income is studding Brett."

Jamie turned to go, and realised that this is the first time he's actually "driven" Brett. Sam handed him the carriage whip once he was seated, and muttered "Brett's well trained, but like all ponies, he can be a bit lazy. If he slows down too much, a couple of light flicks with this on his butt, or perhaps on the shoulders, will get his attention."

Sam and I laughed as Jamie drove off, and Sam asked "Do you reckon he will 'get Brett back'? "

"Who knows? And I don't much care. But it does make me think, Sam - we're not going too far with Spike, are we? It was good to have Brett completely subdued and totally trained, but Spike's different somehow - he was used to ordering guys around, as a cop, and I'd kind of like him to see how it is when there's someone else totally in charge, making unreasonable demands.... And it might be nice to have a pony with a bit of 'spirit' - one who'd we'd need to really lash occasionally to beat some enthusiasm into his hide. Brett works so hard most of the time you can't really thrash him to make him work harder - but Spike, I reckon he's a lazy bastard, and it would be fun to train him only to the point that he knows that he could work harder if he's whipped, and then let him slack off until he triggers it.... And, anyway, we're going to have to have him cuffed in the shafts, as he's always in danger of running - and he'll always need a bit, too, to prevent him saying anything around the town. Cuffed into the shafts, he can't take it off, or gesture, or anything like that...."

"You'd be better off having his vocal chords cut. Much less risky."

"...but much less fun, Sam! Don't you want to hear him shout when we do whip him back here, in private?"

Sam nodded, and I went on "So keep up the physical training to get off those excess pounds and build up his muscles, but let's keep his mind 'free', shall we?

He's got to learn all the command words, and obey them almost automatically of course, but the 'silence' thing doesn't matter as much as he'll be bitted when he's off the place here."

Actually it did me good to revert to my bicycle for a few weeks as Spike's training progressed - perhaps I'd been too ready to jump into the trap and have Brett pull me into Town, or over to Dave's, and I actually enjoyed again the feeling of really tired muscles.

It was almost my first trip with Spike between the shafts when I went over to Dave's place, Sam loping along by the side of Spike as he wanted to ensure his performance and behaviour was acceptable for me. It was good having a "frisky" pony, actually, one who I knew secretly resented being made to do this at all, and it added an extra pleasure to flick at his butt to spur him on, a pleasure I'd not really had with Brett to the same extent. I wanted to talk to Dave about investing more money in his farming enterprise and perhaps buying more land for him to farm, in exchange for him taking Jamie on as an overseer and giving him a "proper" job - I feel responsible for my young brother, and I didn't think it was right hat he was idling his time away at mom and dad's all the time.

When we arrived, though, Dave asked me if he could stud Spike with one of his bitched, and of course I agreed - I thought it would be particularly humiliating for a former "southern boy" to be made to fuck a nigga in front of us all, and indeed it was: the enjoyment of his long, hairy body pounding in and out of the nigga was heightened by us knowing that it was totally humiliation for him - I could see the desperate look on his face, and the way that he was sweating even before he started, and the way that Dave almost had to drag him by his dick to "introduce" him.

Afterwards, Dave had a slave bring us beers, and as we sat there in the barn he congratulated me. "You sure do know how to pick your ponies, Steve! That Brett was a real pretty little guy - but I like them big, like this one, personally.... Would you mind if I tried him out?"

I didn't mind at all, as I was interested in seeing what Dave looked like - he was overly heavy, I thought, but clearly had had a very good body at one time, and I reckoned he was one of those guys who at high school had been a real jock, captain of the football team, and all that sort of stuff, but who'd let himself go once he'd got a wife and started working. I could hardly take my eyes off him as he grabbed Spike's dick again and pulled the slave over to a horse, and, as Spike resisted, gave his butt a couple of hard strokes with a cane to exert his control and get Spike cuffed to it. Then Dave dropped his jeans and his boxers, and I was rewarded with an amazing sight: he had one of the longest, thickest dicks I'd ever seen, the head all shrouded with his 'skin, and with real "bull balls" handing low and striking his big meaty thighs when he walked. He was very overly fleshy for my tastes, but seeing a big bear of a man use his mighty dick was really exciting - he knew what he was doing, and the fact that Spike struggled futilely to avoid it, and moaned and cried out through his bit as Dave first thrust himself in and then pounded away, was completely erotic.

Afterwards Dave called for a slave to bring him a bowl of water, and then sat there on a bale of hay in front of Sam and me washing his dick, entirely without embarrassment. "He's one ace fuck that one", he told me. "As I said, you sure can pick 'em! There's not a lot of asses that I can get in to with so little trouble...."

I laughed. "Hey, I'm not surprised! But quit the bragging! Where did you get that thing?"

"Oh, me and all my brothers, we're all big men. Comes from our daddy, I reckon! When Sheila first saw it she thought she'd choke and regretted offering to blow me!"

We all laughed, and then, after he'd dressed, we all there went over to the house where Sheila served us iced tea as I discussed my new business proposition with Dave. He was eager to go ahead, of course, but was worried about Jamie as he wasn't sure he'd like a major investor's son working for him, and he asked me what would happen if Jamie was idle, or didn't obey orders.

"Then tell me, and I'll fix it!", I told him, and reassured him that I really valued Dave's expertise and wanted him as a business partner, perhaps more than I wanted Jamie.

Poor Spike was really in trouble as we went home, and I had to use the whip frequently to keep him going - Sam was on the seat with me, and half way slipped off to run alongside Spike to lessen the load, telling me that he reckoned that Dave's huge dick had probably torn Spike just a little, and that was why he seemed to be suffering so. Still, it couldn't be helped, and I had to use him again that evening as I wanted to go to dinner at mom's and give Jamie the "good news".

There was no question of Sam running there, as he needed to be in his "best" for dinner at mom's, but Spike seemed to be performing better on the way over. Sam told me he'd rubbed some analgesic into Spike's hole - he can be considerate like that - and we arrived without further incident.

Actually Jamie didn't take the news too badly, but there was an unpleasant altercation before dinner when Brett appeared, wearing shorts, and I'm not certain they were slave shorts, either, and looked as if he was going to join us for a drink! I told Jamie to get the animal out of the house, and he did so with very bad grace. But over dinner he seemed to be quite enthusiastic about actually working, and said he'd like some money of his own. I saw dad glaring, though, when I told him what the work was - acting as overseer for the slaves in our expanded farming enterprise, and I thought for a moment he was about to make some criticism of slavery again - the slavery that kept him and mom in a lifestyle that was so comfortable that it was almost unimaginable compared to that they'd been experiencing in the north.

Mom went on at me then, though, about starting a family (as usual!). "Now that Jamie's settling down, Mark, it's your turn!", she said, in that half scolding tone she used to use when I was a boy. "You should settle down with a nice girl, and give your father and me some grandchildren. Then, when Jamie sees the good example you've set, and with some savings from working, he can do the same thing...."

I made totally noncommittal replies, almost wanting to kill Sam as he sat there opposite me desperately trying to stifle his amusement. When we went through into the living room as mom went to make the coffee, he dug me in the ribs and whispered "Why don't you trace some of those 'breeds you fathered as a stud and buy one or two, or three or four, or as many as your mom wants, as grand-kids?"

"That's not funny, Sam!" I snapped, and Sam stopped teasing me at once. Actually, it was a bit of a sensitive subject - I had wondered if I was doing the right thing by my kids by just forgetting about them, but then, they were all slaves as even though I was technically free when I was studding, the bitches were all slaves. And of course they weren't all that much to do with me - I mean, a few drops of semen isn't that important really, is it? And by now they'd all be scattered over various puppy farms, and would have started learning what it was like to be a slave. So I usually forgot all about it, but nevertheless didn't like Sam making jokes about it.

When we came to leave, though, and went down to the "stables" at the end of the gardens, Jamie was already there and was really pissed off: he was hugging a sobbing Brett to him, and at once began railing at me about having a "savage" as my pony, as Spike had apparently raped Brett when Brett had been sent over from the house! I was about to tell Sam to really give Spike the whipping of his life, when I saw Sam gesturing and listening intently to Spike as he mumbled away through the confines of the bit. Sam came over, and confronted Jamie: "Steve told you that you should leave Brett alone, as he was properly trained! But you've got him wearing shorts, and in the house.... And you've really fucked him up! He came back over here and saw Spike manacled in the trap, and told him that he was going to fuck him..... Spike's in a bad way, after an earlier incident, but managed to pinion Brett between the wall, the shafts and his body, and gave him a good hard fucking in turn...."

"I don't believe it", Jamie said.

"Well, how did Brett lose his shorts?", Sam retorted. "They were on when Steve sent him out, and Spike couldn't have got them off him as he's manacled... So unless Brett had already taken them off as he thought he could fuck Spike as he stood there...."

Jamie looked, and saw Brett starting to blush. "Is this true?"

"Yes, but he's only a slave, I didn't think....."

I was so angry now. "You see, Jamie, meddling in things you don't understand! You've ruined my pony, the pony that's on loan to you - and you're fostering discontent if any of the other slaves hear him speaking to free men like that...."

"But Brett and I are frat brothers..."

"WERE frat brothers! He's a slave now. And I want him treated like a slave. I reckon I'll take him back, and you can use Spike to get to your new job...."

Jamie was going to argue, but Sam whispered in my ear, reminding me how risky that would be - one word form Spike about his illegal enslavement, and I'd be a slave again myself. And, as Sam pointed out, Jamie just wasn't reliable enough to be trusted to make sure Spike was always properly bitted. So I had to back off a little. "All right, but this is the last and only warning I will give: If I ever see that pony behaving improperly again, I'll have him gelded. No arguments, no warnings: if he ever speaks in my presence, or is not properly subservient, I'll have his balls."

To my astonishment it looked as if Brett was actually going to speak, to protest, but Jamie wisely kicked out at him and told him to go and lie down. "Good, little brother! You're seeing sense. Now, I don't mind if you fuck Brett, or if he fucks you, as I know you like a dick up your ass... But no speaking when he's out. No letting him in the house - he's a pony!

Understood?"

Jamie nodded. "Good! Now, one more thing - I'm tired of mom going on and on about grandchildren, and I'd like to do something for her and dad in their declining years. So it's time you got married...."

"You're the eldest..."

"But I've got Sam! Now, as I said, it's time you got married, and raised a few grandchildren. So I suggest you start looking for a nice girl from a respectable southern family...."

"Fuck you, Steve! No way! You're so used to studding your slaves, and being used a a stud yourself, that you think it's easy. No way are you gong to treat me like a stud, to raise nephews and nieces for you...."

"Oh I think I am, Jamie! How do you fancy going back to the north, in the cold, with no job and not much prospect of one, and no money, and no nice comfortable home with slaves waiting on you hand and foot? And of course you'd have to use the buses and the subway, as there'd be no nice comfortable pony trap.... In fact, no pony!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me, Jamie! Just try me. Do as I tell you, or you'll be out of here, penniless, out of work, and without Brett...."

"I'll tell mom and dad...."

"Tell them what? That you enjoy your big brother fucking you? That you and Brett fuck, and did when you were at college? You can't tell them half the story - about me wanting you to marry - without the whole thing coming out. So they'd probably throw you out, to add to your other difficulties. So be sensible."

He started to bluster on, but I held up my hand "No, Jamie. No more. Sam and I are going home. I'll give you two days to think about my latest offer, so come by on Thursday and we'll discuss it again. But your answer had better be 'yes'!"

Sam was laughing all the way home. "I don't often see you laying down the law like that, Steve!"

"Well, someone's got to sort out his life, as he seems not very capable. I don't mind him fucking Brett, but he's got to work, as it's good for him. And as for the grandkids.... Well, mom and dad deserve that."

The next day I went over to see Dave, though, as he knows so much more of the ways of the south than I do.

We met in one of the barns, where he was working, and he'd taken his shirt off as it was oppressively humid. Seeing me looking at him, he remarked casually that it was so hot, and perhaps I'd be more comfortable with my shirt off, too...... He came over and grabbed my left nip between his thumb and forefinger, and whispered "You need some more meat on you, Steve! You're all muscle, and men down here, once they're mature, like a bit more meat, a belly..... Especially when you've got a nice thatch all over you....."

I was so surprised, even more so when he pushed me backwards into the hay, and began to stroke at my crotch - laughing as soon as he immediately felt that I was totally aroused. "I thought you and Sam were probably a bit more than master and slave, more even than buddies....", he muttered. "You like a bit of male flesh, don't you, Steve - that's why you've got such a good eye for slaves.... A lot of owners fuck their slaves to take their cherry, but I reckon you fuck Sam because you like it....."

His own huge dick was thrusting at the front of his jeans now and I almost tore them open so that it reared out. I laughed "No fucking though, Dave - you can keep this monster for slaves, who can't protest....."

We la y there and generally played with each other then, and we jerked each other off and afterwards lay on each others outstretched arms and just played with out detumescing dicks, as you do. So I then told him about my plans to marry off Jamie, and asked him if he knew of any nice girls in the neighbourhood.

"You don't want a nice girl, Steve! You want a whore, a de-luxe model whore, with expensive tastes, who'll be prepared to trade her body and a couple of kids for a lifetime of luxury living.... But what are you going to do about yourself?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if Jamie has kids, don't you want one too?"

"Oh no, I'm not doing all that marriage stuff. Anyway, it's too risky: community property and all that - she could divorce me, and I'd be poor...."

"It's not necessarily all that difficult......", he went on, and then, almost helpless with laughter, he gave me the idea I implemented.

Jamie's wedding to Mary-Lou was all that you'd expect of a "society" wedding amongst the rich in our part of the world. I was Jamie's groomsman, of course. There were two hundred and fifty guests at the ceremony, in marquees on the lawns leading down to the lake. One hundred slaves were hired in to serve the champagne and food. Brett was decked out in white ribbons and garlands of fresh flowers to take the couple from the church out to our place (yes, we even did the religious rubbish - it was a show to please mom, after all!). They flew to New York for a honeymoon (at my expense - you can't believe how much it cost!), and when they got back the slaves I'd given them as a wedding gift had finished unpacking all the presents into the house I'd bought for them on the other side of town.

Little Steve was born fifteen months later - we had a couple of failures, when Mary-Lou conceived girls, which had to be flushed out of her. And we managed it shall we say "delicately" - I'd have had no problems, after all my experience of studding, but we doubted that we could sell even Mary-Lou on the idea of me mounting her. So I jerked off into a condom (stroking Jamie's ass as I did, to inspire me) in the next room, then Jamie turned it inside out, and wore it to fuck her.

A year later little Jamie was born - with Jamie's seed, "as normal". Jamie had wanted to go first and I had to remind him that I was the eldest, so little Steve should be the older half brother.

I had a real problem next, though, as both Mary-Lou and Jamie were opposed to it - opposed to it, that is, until I pointed out how much their lifestyle cost me, and asked how they'd like to live on a rather less grand scale, just on Jamie's salary! It was a lot more difficult to arrange, as we had to ensure Mary-Lou was credibly absent when her third pregnancy showed, and whilst she was giving birth to little Sam (that condom trick again). Jamie and Mary-Lou went to Switzerland to ski, and then on to the south of France for the spring, and then came back home. If I'd thought the honeymoon was expensive, this was outrageous. Little Sam was handed over to the wet nurse as Steve and Jamie had been, and nothing was ever said after we'd registered him as fathered by Sam, a slave, and an "unknown mother". Mind you, Sam was a bit upset when he saw little Sam's registration certificate and his SIN, and asked me why we couldn't have simply registered him as a free man.

"I have a position to maintain here, Sam", I had to remind him. "I'm certainly not going to get the public opprobrium there'd be if I was found tampering with the slave laws - you are a slave, as we all know, and think how dreadful it would be for little Sam if he was brought up 'free', and then some stupid DNA test later in life revealed that he was the son of a slave, and thus a slave himself. It's much kinder for these things to be known from the outset, so his expectations in life are right."

Sam sat there glaring at me, and I don't think he realised how lucky he was to allow me to let him breed at all - he can be like that, sometimes, not seeing all the advantages he has in life. So I went on "Look, Sam, think how nice it will be for little Steve and little Jamie to have a slave growing up with them who they know all their life, and how good it will be for little Sam to know his master will always care for him, just like I do for you. Anyway, what's done is done now, and aren't you glad you've got a son at last that you can see grow up? I know he's a 'breed, but Mary-Lou's got big strong bones, so I reckon little Sam will be a lot like you.... With a body to die for.... And I think the lighter tone will suit him, as I do get a bit tired of this very black skin....."

Sam punched me lightly, we started to laugh, and then began our normal rough and tumble to decide who was going to fuck whom.

Funnily enough, Mary-Lou and Jamie stayed together, so I expect Dave was right about her liking the easy life my money bought them. I still fuck Jamie occasionally - just to remind him I am his big brother, really: he's let himself go a bit, but I usually take him on his belly, with my body covering him, and slide gently into his ass, so I'm not all that affronted by his little belly. I don' think he sleeps with Mary-Lou, though, as Brett's been "promoted" to a house servant, in Jamie's spa complex.

The last time I went there I worked out with him a bit - he's still in good shape - but he looked really pissed off when I fucked him, and then had Sam fuck him. Jamie almost complained to me about my behaviour, but I got in first and congratulated him on having such a splendid spa slave, and saying how I always fucked slaves doing jobs like that. I don't think Jamie dared then say Brett was "reserved" just for Jamie!

After we'd used Spike as a pony for a couple of years, Sam suggested he was really quite a nice guy now he'd learned what it was like to be a slave and had lost most of his "redneck" southern ways. It coincided with the time the IRS was really cracking down on "conspicuous consumption", delving into the tax filings of those seen to be living a lavish lifestyle, so it suited me to "retire" him from public display as a pony, and I bought a couple of cheap niggas instead.

Once his hair had grown a bit and he'd grown a moustache which really did alter the way he looked, I gave him a job as an overseer on my estate - I'd taken back some acres form Dave as I wanted to do a little farming myself, so I would be more knowledgeable when we had our partnership discussions. Yes, I know that's a free man's job, and we treated Spike as a free man from then on, and he had his own room in the house and everything. I even paid him a wage. Sam reckoned I was safe as Spike wasn't going to let all the folk round about know he'd been used as a slave, as he was actually a bit of a "top" and liked to be able to order the guys he fucked around: his credibility would have been very dented if those guys knew he'd once been anyone's, on a horse!

And Dave.... Well, he's made me a lot of money, as he has the "knack" of managing slaves to get the best out of them, and our farming enterprises boomed and boomed. I've never let him fuck me of course - not with his monster dick - but we quite often cement a business meeting with a little fun in bed: he likes Sam, too, and I'm sure Sam is putting it on when he makes all that fuss whenever I suggest that Dave fuck him whilst I watch!

As I said when I started this little tale (which I'm going to lock away until Little Steve, Jamie and Sam are old enough to appreciate the love their fathers have for each other), "If those fucking enslavers hadn't taken me, I wouldn't be where I am now!". I wouldn't be the rich owner of thousands of acres of land and hundreds of slaves. And I wouldn't have Sam, the love of my life.

THE END Pete Brown, London, Paris and Dublin, July 2006