HARBOUR MASTER, Part 11
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Matt didn't even touch my dick that night, or the next morning, and after the session with the doctor he didn't even want me to jerk him off or blow him. As I brought him his breakfast, he reached out and felt my dick - I winced as it was still pretty painful: a dull ache all the time, and sharp stabbing pains as he touched me.
"The doc was right - I think I'd better keep you out of public sight for a couple of days! They'll think I'm some sort of pervert, who's been mistreating his slave!"
"Shall I wear my shorts..."
"No. The doctor will be coming by, picking up his wife and so on, and he doesn't like to see you with clothes on. I think I'll hire you out... I'll see who needs a hand on a fishing boat. You've never done any real work, have you?"
I wanted to laugh! What did he think all that swimming and hauling boats around was? A tea party? And what did he think I did before I was enslaved? Sit around some office all day?
We went along the quay that morning before all the tourists were around, and my operation aroused a lot of interest - all the guys wanted to see the scars. There was a lot of laughing about it, and they mostly said how glad they were that they'd been done as babies. Or that they were so lucky that they were not slaves and subject to the will of a master like Matt!
We saw Jase and Sam, and they asked if Matt had fucked me as well, and he just laughed and said no.... not yet.
At the oldest and scruffiest boat there was a young guy working away just in cut-offs: his muscled torso was bare, and I thought he might be a fellow slave.
"Hey, Grant. How's it doing?"
The guy had a nice smile, and he shook hands with Matt. No slave then!
"Matt - haven't seen you for weeks. It's OK, I guess, but times are hard. It's OK for you guys in the tourist trade, but for a proper fisherman like me... You know how it is - always more regulations, always lower prices. And to make matters worse, my cousin who works the boat with me has gone off to get married. It's tough working the lines single-handed, but I need to keep up the payments to the bank..."
"Oh, stop bullshitting me! You're the youngest skipper here... I wish I'd been able to afford a boat of my own at your age."
"It's not my own - it's mostly the bank's! And, from what I hear, you did anyway: you worked your way up, just like I'm doing. Anyway, I don't have time to stop - even for a social call."
"I may be able to help you, Grant. I'm looking to keep my slave occupied for a couple of days whilst his dick heals - I had him 'skinned last night and I can't use him in the tourist trade like this. If I keep him at home, he'll brood - he's always going on about how unfair it is that he was enslaved. So I need him worked really hard. If your cousin's away, let's do a deal - I'll hire him to you at 50% of the normal rates, and you work him until he drops."
"No - can't afford it. Bt I'll do you a favour, and take him out and work him for you. He looks tough enough."
"25% then."
"Done!"
"What's his name?"
"Well, Steve. But he is a slave - so 'slave', or 'boy'..."
"I'll call him Steve, then. He looks older than me, so I can hardly call him 'boy'! How old is he, by the way?"
"24"
"Ah, the same as me! Anyway - welcome aboard, Steve."
"Bring him back to my place when you dock - are you planning to be late?"
"Yes - I'm after crabs, going to set the lines this morning, then wait out there to save fuel, then pick them up this evening and return after dark. Is that OK?"
"Sure. Keep him as long as you like. If you're much after 10, take him home with you, especially if you have an early start tomorrow."
We put out to sea, and Grant didn't say anything - he just steered the boat, and looked at stuff on his echo sounder and navigator. When we got to a place he judged suitable, the hard work began - the pots had to be hooked to lines and buoys, and thrown overboard. Everything was heavy and the work was hard, and even with two of us at it, it was tough.
Sweat was poring off both of us, and after a few minutes Grant simply unbuttoned his shorts and dropped them, so that he too, like me, was naked. There was no area of white on him, as there wasn't on me, so I guessed he did this often.
He was a blond, and the sun had bleached the hair on his body almost to white. He was only 5'11" or so, so I towered over him, and he was much more slightly build than me - although he had that stringy toughness in his muscles that showed he was used to hard manual labour. He was one of those guys whose balls are carried high in their sac, so his dick rested on top of the big almost spherical bag, and it looked as if it was half erect even when completely 'at rest'.
He saw me looking at him. "My cousin and I often strip off - saves getting our clothes soaked in sweat and spray. And there's no one out here to see - we're just two guys together."
"I guess I've got used to working naked, as Matt makes me go around like this all the time."
"Lucky man! I wish I could."
"What? Go naked all the time?"
"No! My girl friend wouldn't like it if I kept flashing my dick at all those women there are always on the quay. I meant Matt was lucky to have a naked slave around - you work dammed hard, and having a body like that to look at is a real bonus for me."
We worked away until all the pots were launched, then Grant produced some sandwiches and a flask of coffee. He offered me one, and I wolfed it down - Matt was still half-starving me! And when he offered me coffee, I thought I was in heaven- I'd not been allowed that since I was enslaved. Perhaps Matt was right - the simple things in life are important - I'd never really appreciated coffee before, when I could have it all the time.
The sun shone down, and we lay on the deck, side by side. As guys do, we started talking and I told him about how I'd got enslaved.
"Well, it was pretty stupid of you - you know how tough the law is now! But I guess I was just lucky to stay out of trouble as I was a bit wild when I was younger.", Grant told me. "Mind you, my folks couldn't have bailed me out at all - died when I was 19 in a car crash. There was only a bit of money left, just enough for a down payment on this boat."
"So it's tough to keep going?"
"Look, Steve, I work fucking hard. But I love the life, out here on the sea. Wouldn't have any other. So I don't care. I make enough to live on, keep my girl friend and my kid.."
"You've got a kid?"
"Yes - young lad of three. I want another, but my girlfriend doesn't."
"You're not married, though?"
"No - I want to, but she won't. She says the moment I'm married, I'll start playing around! We've been together for five years, and we'll stay together, I'm sure. I don't know what she's got to worry about! My cousin's in the same position, and he's on his honeymoon, as I said."
"Christ!", he went on, "Even thinking about my girl friend has made me horny!"
I looked over, and saw he had a major erection - his dick was now almost parallel to his flat stomach.
"It's a pity my cousin's not here.... We usually have a bit of relaxation this time of day, waiting for the crabs to bite."
"What do you do?"
"Oh, just the usual - jerk each other off, sometimes we suck each other. Very occasionally we fuck."
I was genuinely shocked. By "relaxation" I thought he'd meant talk, or read, or something. I knew that Matt had a kid but liked going with men, but Grant was 24, like me, with a girlfriend and a young child.
"But you're in a relationship...."
"Yes, and, as I said, she won't marry me as she thinks I'll start to play around!". He grinned wolfishly and continued "She doesn't realise that me and my cousin have so many opportunities for play every day. Why on earth would I want to play around with other women, when all the sex I ant is so close to hand here on the boat."
"But enough about me - what do you do for sex?"
"Before I was enslaved, I just used to fuck my old lady - when she let me, that is. Otherwise I jerked myself off. Since Matt has owned me... Well..."
"I guess Matt has been fucking you - he's got a reputation as being very virile..."
"No - he doesn't fuck me. And he won't let other guys fuck me, either. But we jerk off, we give each other oral."
He looked at me, and I looked at him.
"So how do you feel now, Steve? Fancy a little light relief?"
I was amazed. Since I'd been a slave, this is the first time anyone had asked me if I wanted sex - I'd just been ordered to do it. And this was the firsts time in my entire life that another man had ever asked me if I wanted sex - it felt so strange, as it was usually me doing the asking, to a woman. I didn't know what to say, and mumbled something.
"I think I should take that as a 'yes'", Grant said. "It looks to me as if that dick of yours has made its own mind up."
My own erection matched his, and Grant reached over and stroked me. I almost cried out, but he could tell by the way I flinched that it was hurting.
"Sorry, Steve! That operation! Better wait until tomorrow."
He looked disappointed, and I did feel horny, lying there talking about sex, under the hot sun. Just because I couldn't get off, there didn't seem to be any reason why he should miss out. For the first time in my life I took the initiative with another man, and reached over and gently stroked his dick. As me smiled with pleasure, I sat up, the knelt down beside him and started to suck him, playing with his dick and
teasing the head with my tongue. He started to moan with pleasure, and I began to realise that I was in control - I'd made the first advance, and it was going to be me who decided when he would cum. I wet my finger in my mouth, and as I continued to stroke him, probed for his hole between his muscular thighs. My own excitement mounted as I located his pucker, and ran my finger tip lightly over it - his silky blond hair was nothing, and it was almost as if he shaved down there. I pressed my finger in, and was rewarded by his moaning increasing, and as I went in beyond my knuckle and got my hand right up against his warm ass and the sensitive area between his hole and his sac, he started to gently writhe with pleasure.
My hand stroking his dick was now covered in his pre-cum, and it was sliding up and down his shaft sensuously. I got him almost to cum, then deliberately slowed right down and stopped my fingers from touching his cock head, and kept the finger in his hole motionless. Once he was a bit calmer, I began to stroke him harder and to massage his hole, and again I could feel his climax building... So I stopped.
This was power! This was a way a man could control another. He was totally in my power, and he'd almost lost the will to control his own life. As I worked away, I wondered whether to simply stop, and see if he would order me to continue. Or should I let him cum?
He'd been a nice guy so far, so I decided to be kind. I didn't slow down, and a big fountain of cum shot out of his dick. I remorselessly continued to jerk him, though, so he shouted and kicked with the ecstasy of it all. And when he'd finally been totally drained, I bent further over and ran my tongue up and down his body, licking off the cum that had shot all over it.
With my mouth full of his cum, I threw myself on him and pressed my lips to his. As he reacted in surprise, my tongue was in his mouth - and with my hand rubbing his balls, and my tongue thrusting away down his throat, massaging his own cum in to his teeth and gums, I knew who was the real master here.
After this little interlude, we worked really hard for the rest of the day, and on in to the early evening. By the time we got back to the quay it was really late, and Grant remembered that Matt had said that he as to keep me for the night. We drove off in his beat up old pick up, and went a mile or so to the edge of town where we stopped at a small, cheap looking house.
Grant was in his cut-offs, and we were both really quite cold as the nights do cool down. He went up the path, and called me in to follow him. It was simply furnished, but in a kind of modern way. A really good looking girl came out and threw herself on Grant, and I watched him kissing her - she was really passionate, and her long finger nails were raking Grant's back as he stood there. I remembered that it was only a few hours before that I'd been kissing Grant passionately, and feeling his body!
They broke off. "Honey, this is Steve. Steve, this is my girlfriend. Steve's staying the night", he added in explanation. "Bring him some food when you bring mine - we're both starving!"
"Does your friend always go around stark naked?", she asked.
"Oh, don't worry about that - he's a slave. Matt loaned me to him, whilst the honeymoon goes on. But don't spend time talking now - get me food! We've got to leave on the early morning tide, and I'm beat - I want to get to bed!"
It was bizarre, sitting in their modern dining area, eating the food she'd cooked - a really great chicken casserole. Grant and she talked away, as if it as the most normal thing to have a naked slave around the place! I didn't really join in, as I didn't have a lot to say, and as I'd learned by now that slaves don't really speak - I'd got into the habit of mostly being silent with Matt!
After dinner, Grant said he was going to find me some blankets, and went off into the bedroom. His girlfriend sat there, looking at me.
"I don' really believe in slavery", she told me. "I think it's terrible the way they treat you. But, of course, it has made the country much safer, so I suppose we have to put up with it. But I've told Grant that it doesn't matter ow much money he makes, I'm never going to allow him to spend any of it on a slave."
Just then, Grant came back - he'd taken off his shorts, so, like me, he was naked.
"Grant!", his girlfriend said. "You know I don't like you walking around naked. Especially not when there's this slave here."
"Well, he's naked."
"Yes, but he's a slave. It's not right for a man to go around nude. Anyway, it's probably embarrassing for the slave to see you like that."
"Well, he's seen me like that all day - you know I like to strip off on the boat."
She just shrugged, and watched as he spread the blankets on the couch, and told me I could sleep there. Then she went into the bedroom, and Grant took me to the back door and told me to piss in the garden if I needed to in the night, as the bathroom was through their bedroom and he didn't want them to be disturbed..
I couldn't get to sleep - it was so good to be in a normal house, that I wanted to enjoy every minute of it. And then the unmistakable sounds of love making began - Grant was clearly fucking his girlfriend, and she was one of those uninhibited women who cried and moaned a lot. He seemed to have great stamina, as it went on for a long time. I wanted to jerk off, it made me feel so horny, but it hurt too much when I touched my dick.
He woke me up by slapping my naked ass - hard! And he was a tough guy, as I've told you. I'd been deep asleep, and in order to wake me he'd pulled the blanket off me, and slapped my butt as I lay there. I leaped up - and realised I had a morning hard on. Still, Grant had seen me like this yesterday.
But his wife hadn't! As I stood there, wondering whether to go into the back garden to piss, or if I could now go to their bathroom, she came in with breakfast for us, and stopped and stared at me. "You men! Always trying to show off by getting yourself erect! It's bad enough waking up with Grant poking me in the ribs, but when I'm about to eat my breakfast, that's too much! Lose that erection, slave, or go hungry!"
I was so embarrassed - somehow, being erect in this domestic setting was almost the ultimate degradation I'd suffered since enslavement.
Actually, it was nice having breakfast in this domestic setting, and Grant and I worked hard on the boat again later that morning until all the pots had been set. Then Grant was ready to relax again, and I went to jerk him off.
"No, Steve... I'm a bit more active than that. I'm going to fuck you."
"Hey, Grant, you know Matt said 'no' - you were not to do that."
"Well, he won't know, will he? You won't tell him, as if you do, he'll think you went along with it willingly. I wouldn't be surprised if he'd be so pissed off by that that he'd punish you at best, or at worse, sell you. Now, lie down on your back while I prep you."
I didn't know what to do. Actually, he was right about Matt, I knew. But my real fear was of being fucked - I'd seen enough about it in books and movies to know that a dick up my ass would really hurt, especially the first time!
"No, Grant, please... I don't want to be fucked."
"You don't have any choice, slave!"
Grant wasn't going to argue, and, to my surprise, he didn't immediately start to stab at me with his dick that was rampantly erect. Instead, he fetched a tube of lube from the cabin, greased a finger, and started to tease my ass hole.
"Always keep this on board - my cousin and I sometimes need it when we can't decide who's going to jerk off to provide the natural lubrication."
As his finger probed at my hole I felt little thrills of pleasure, and I didn't even mind when it went right in. I thought he was going to massage my prostate, and, for a moment, I thought I might have avoided being fucked. But he seemed to be going on for a long time, and it felt, good, actually, to have this done to me as I lay in the hot sun.
Grant kept putting more and more lube on his hand, and the pleasure I was feeling from my ass got better and better. I was almost drowsy, it was so good. But then he said "OK, Steve.... Roll over, then up on your hands and knees."
I knew this was it, and I had no choice but to obey him. I was scared inside, at what was about to happen, especially as Grant busied himself moving me into position - pushing my shoulders down gently, so that my ass was right up in the air.
"OK, Steve - now for the best experience of your life!", he told me, "When you take a dick for the first time."
Something warm was probing around my hole, and it was quite different from Grant's fingers. It was soft, and sensuous, and I felt it nudging at me gently, trying to get in. I could feel Grant pushing at me, and he was muttering "Just relax.... We're almost there....", and then there was a gentle sensation of something going in to me, and I felt the warmth of Grant's dick as it passed through my sphincter. I couldn't understand why it wasn't hurting, and as Grant continued to push at me, oh so gently, I revelled in the feeling of his warm dick sliding slowly into me.
He stopped after what seemed an age, and leant forward and murmured in my ear "OK? How's that?"
"Oh... Yes... Fantastic!"
I got waves of pleasure surging through me as Grant slowly pulled out, and then ever so slowly pushed back in. It felt so good to have this hot dick inside me, sliding over the sensitive membranes of my hole. I loved the closeness of Grant, the sensation of his body touching mine in such complete intimacy. This was what men were meant to do with each other.
Looking back, I now know that Grant was a skilled lover - he went so gently at first, then varied the pace to excite me, always preparing to slow down or go more gently if I showed any signs of distress or discomfort. I don't know how long it lasted for, but Grant whispered "So hang on, now, I need to cum...."
Then he was off, pushing in and out of me harder and harder and faster. I could hear his breath coming in little gasps, and he was crying to himself "Yes, Yes, Yes...". It was so erotic - I found myself reacting automatically, thrusting myself backwards into him as he thrust forwards into me, and echoing his cries with my own. All too soon, he shot his load, and collapsed forward on to me, his sweaty chest sliding gently over my slicked back. I collapsed forward to lie flat, and his body was completely on top of me.
We just lay there, both panting and gasping. He moved his head to be as close to my mine as possible, and half whispered "So... ?"
"A-fucking-mazing! That was unbelievable. Why didn't it hurt me, though? I've never taken dick up there before, and it's supposed to be painful...."
"It can be, Steve. Even if you're experienced at taking it, it can hurt. It all depends on the guy who's giving it to you - if he's considerate and gentle, then you'll enjoy it. But if he just thrusts straight in there, it will hurt. The secret's in the preparation - you saw how long I took massaging your asshole - first with one finger, then, ultimately, with three in there - all that massaging and gentle stretching gets you ready for it."
"Well, it was great...."
"Yes, but, you know, it wasn't so good for me. Sure, I enjoyed taking your cherry, and showing you how it should be done. But this gentle, sensual sliding in and out can get a bit boring. Every now and then it is good to take a guy hard and fast, without any preparation - just hearing him squealing and shouting as you spike him can be a real turn on."
I really didn't want to hear any more. We just lay there in the hot sun, until Grant pulled out from me. Then we both leapt from the boat and swam, revelling in the way the cold water shocked our hot, sweaty bodies. We splashed and raced, and we might have been two buddies playing together on vacation, rather than free man and slave.
It was the usual hard work that afternoon, too, and we again got back so late that Grant took me home - he called Matt on his cell, and he didn't seem to care.
Matt's girlfriend insisted Grant gave me shorts to wear whilst we all ate dinner, and somehow it made me feel more naked, more exposed - I'd got so used to being nude, that when someone called attention to it by insisting that I wore shorts, it reinforced the utter humiliation of my situation. And it didn't help that again that night I had to lie there, my dick still so sore that I couldn't jerk myself off, listening to Grant really fucking his woman.
We had a third great day of work on the boat, and Grant said he'd let me fuck him as my dick felt as if it was improving. He'd taught me about the importance of relaxing and preparing the asshole, as you know, and I did it diligently to him - as my fingers probed and caressed the moist soft tissue of his hole, I felt his body thrill under my attention, and I knew what he must be experiencing. I slid into him gently, probing at his moist warm pucker with my slightly sore dick, and experienced that wonderful feeling as you force yourself, ever so gently, through the sphincter. Then I slid in and out, enjoying the sensation of his muscles gripping my dick. But it wasn't enough - although it was gently sensual, I needed more - I wanted to feel the power of my body thrusting away and utterly dominating the man under me. As my excitement mounted I started to thrust harder and harder and faster and faster, and at first Grant responded in the same way, starting to grunt and moan with satisfaction as I fucked him. I couldn't stop - no, I didn't want to stop, however, and soon I was slamming myself into him, revelling in the slapping sound as my pubic area crashed into his muscular ass. He was in some distress now, and was calling out quite loudly, but I ignored it. This is how a man was meant to fuck - I was on top, I was in control, and there was not a blind thing he could do about it, impaled as he was on my dick, and with the weight and force of my strong body bearing down on him.
I apologised to Grant afterwards - I hadn't meant to hurt him. I had just wanted to fuck him gently and sensuously, but that wasn't my way, that didn't seem to be the way I was made. I had to have the power , and I wanted to exercise it. He kind of shrugged it off, as I guess he didn't want to appear to be a wimp.
And he told me that it was one of the best fucks he'd had, but I didn't really believe him - and I noticed that we didn't go swimming so happily as we had the day before.
Grant took me back to Matt that night - there wasn't even a cell call to see if he could take me home with him, and he told me he didn't want me the following day. So he took me back to Matt, who expected me to sleep with him just as before. But it was difficult - I now knew the excitement of fucking, and that was what I wanted to do. But there was no way that I could do this to my owner, was there, when he ha the power to punish me or sell me? So as usual we jerked each other off, sucked at each other, and indulged in a lot of nipple play. I stroked my finger along Matt's ass crack, and probed at his pucker, wanting to at least push a finger home as a poor substitute for my dick, but he told me sharply to stop.
The next morning when I woke up with my usual erection, I was expecting we'd do the same thing again, as we usually did, but when I reached for his dick - which was hard, and trying to force itself to nestle in my crack as we lay there spooned together - Matt told me to stop.
"I'm going to the city today to pick up Billy for the Summer", he told me, "And I want to save myself for tonight. He and I always have a proper reunion when we get back together. I only really see him three times a year, and so it has to be special for him - and this year it's going to be really special, as he's just had his sixteenth birthday!"
"You mean you and he have sex...."
"No, not really.. Just the usual stuff a dad does with his son. I wanted to make sure he knew about sex properly, so I taught him all about jerking off, and sucking dick, or course. But I told him that real sex - fucking - was definitely not on the agenda until he was 16. For one thing, it's not legal until then, and if we were found to be fucking before then, I couldn't afford the fines and we'd both get enslaved! Or, rather, I'd get enslaved - my wife would stump up the fines for Billy, I guess!"
"Anyway", he went on, "I go and collect him from the city, as it's one of the few times my ex and I can talk relatively civilised - if we phone, we end up screaming at each other. But with Billy there, we're calmer - and there are things I need to discuss with her, like his education, for example."
"I thought you said he was at school in the city."
"He is. She pays fees for him - but then, she can afford it. But I don't like him mixing with all the rich kids - I made my own way through school and Harvard, and I think he should, too. I'd rather he lived somewhere honest, like this, with real people, and go to the local High School. Added to which, he needs his dad around - boys of 16 can be wild without a man to control them. The next thing we'll hear is that he's knocked up one of his girl friends, if we're unlucky!"
"But enough of this - once he's here, I'm going to try to persuade him to stay. And you're a big part of my plan. But for today, I've asked Sam to look after the business - he'll deal with the customers, and you can swim for him to get the boats."
"How am I part of the plan?", I asked him.
"Well.... Look, he's 16 now, and it's time he learned to fuck properly. He's been at his girl friends for a couple of years, I know - and, as I said, I'm worried about him knocking them up. But it's time he learned about proper sex - and what better than learning on you: he can fuck your virgin ass, and I can teach him all the little tricks and techniques I know to maximise his pleasure. He won't have to worry about pleasing his partner or making contacts or picking up guys - he can just get in there and fuck away and really learn! You're only a slave, so you can't object."
I didn't know what to say! I knew Matt said he didn't take it up the ass, so that's presumably why he didn't want to let Billy learn on him. But I'd begun to realise that I didn't want to take it, either: I wanted to give, to fuck ,to thrust.... And now I was going to be used as an educational aid for a 16 year old!
"What's more", Matt went on, "I can start to use you properly then, too. I've just toyed with you so far, and whilst you've got a nice body and a good dick, so the jerking and sucking is fine, it's all no substitute for proper sex. I wanted Billy to have a virgin - that's so rare - so I haven't fucked you, or let anyone else fuck you, but once Billy has, then the way is open, so to speak. It will be good to have you here to be able to fuck you whenever I want, and the doctor wants to as well, as you know. In fact, I think quite a lot of the rich owners from the city will fancy a session up your ass once it becomes known that you're available - a 24 year old muscle stud available for fucking on weekends is a bit of a rarity, after all. You'll turn into a really profitable additional business stream for me."
He'd got out of the bath as he finished speaking, and was standing there shaving now. So I got into his dirty water and washed quickly, then "dried" myself on his sopping towel. I didn't say anything - I was so appalled. Not only was I going to be turned into some sort of male whore for Matt to pimp, but it sounded as if I was going to have to take it constantly: I couldn't believe these big, powerful guys from the city would want me to fuck them!
As Matt shaved his dick was still erect, and he occasionally played with it. He was so completely at ease with himself, in front of me, I don't think it even occurred to him that this was such an intimate thing to do.
"It's going to be an awful drive to and from the city", he told me. "I always get a hard on during long drives anyway, and as I've had no relief this morning it will be ten times worse. I think perhaps I will have you suck me off - I'll have plenty of time to regenerate before the fun with Billy tonight."
Although I hated being so subservient, I knelt down in front of him and leaned forward to take his dick between my lips. His hands went around my head, as he liked to pull me onto him, but just as I was starting the door bell went.
"Fate, I guess!", Matt said. "That will be Sam - run down and let him in."
End Of Part 11