HARBOUR MASTER, Part 14
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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All afternoon I worried, though. I assumed Matt was going to fuck Bill again that night, and suppose the lad winced, or cried out in pain, and Matt demanded to know why he was sore?
But when we got back to the house, Matt said "Get showered, Bill - we're going to dinner on the doctor's boat. I did some work for him this afternoon, and told him you were here and he wants to meet you. You can come along too, Steve, and row us there and back so that Bill and I can enjoy a couple of beers with the doc."
I seemed to have been given a reprieve for a bit, and even though there was a cool breeze that evening the row across the harbour soon got me warm. I was going to huddle outside on the deck of the doctor's boat, but Matt told me to accompany them in but then to go and sit quietly in a corner - I sat down and felt the carpet of the luxurious saloon against my naked ass.
"Matt - good to see you again. And Bill. I expect he doesn't remember, but I once looked at a small mole on his back when his mother was worried about it when he was a lad."
"No, sir, I don't remember." Bill was very polite.
The doctor fussed around getting all three of them cold beers, then said "You know, just to be sure, perhaps I'd better check you again for moles - in all this strong sunshine, you need to keep an eye on them in case they should start to turn malignant. Why don't you take your shirt off, and let me look?"
"No, sir, I'm sure it's OK..."
"Come on, lad! I said take your shirt off! I am a doctor, you know, and one of the best cosmetic surgeons anywhere around here. Let me examine you!"
"No.. I'd rather...."
"Matt - tell this son of yours not to be so stupid!"
I could see Matt looking a bit uneasy, but knew he valued the doctor's business, and the influence he had over the other boat owners.
"Come on, Bill! It's only sensible....", Matt said.
I though Bill looked very uneasy as he slipped the shirt over his head, and stood there in front of the two men. And he began to look really worried as the doctor's "examination" began - it didn't look very "professional" to me, as his hands ran all over Bill's shoulders and down his back, then down his chest, probing his flat belly, to move back up so that the doctor's palms rested on Bill's nipples. It looked more as if the doctor was revelling in the feel of firm young flesh, rather than carrying out a professional examination.
"Well, that seems OK. But, just to be sure, perhaps you'd better slip your shorts down..."
"No, sir!"
"Why ever not?"
"Well.... Well... I didn't put any underwear on tonight..."
"So what? Look, I'm a doctor. The only other man here is your father, and I'm sure he's seen you naked before. The slave doesn't count. Now, why should you be concerned with a couple of men seeing you naked anyway? You're not ashamed of your tackle, are you - if you are, perhaps I can help anyway..."
"No, sir! I've got nothing to be ashamed of..."
"So stop being a stupid cunt, Bill, and strip off" Matt cut in.
I really felt for Bill as he lowered his shorts for the doctor. I remembered how I'd felt just a short time ago as I had to strip that first time after my enslavement.
He stood there in front of the two of them, and the doctor carried out a most unprofessional examination of Bill, rubbing his hands up and down the lad's thighs, probing his ass crack, making him bend over so he could touch his pucker, and finally telling him to stand in front of the doctor whilst the man probed and examined his dick and balls.
Then, to my astonishment, he started to jerk Bill off, looking into his face and almost daring Bill to complain.
"Please, sir, don't do that...."
"Don't be stupid, boy. I'm just testing that you're in good working order. You don't mind, do you, Matt? I've already told you off for not treating your slave responsibly - I'd hate to have to tell people that you weren't a good father, as you wouldn't let a doctor examine your son properly..."
The bastard! He was using the same veiled threat of taking away Matt's business to let him jerk off his son, just as he had to get Matt to allow him to circumcise me. I could see Matt thinking, weighing up the situation. It was obviously a struggle, but he finally said "Don't be silly, Bill. Let the doctor see your cum if he wants to - we're all guys here, and there's nothing wrong with shooting a load in front of men who know you, is there?"
Bill didn't answer, but I could tell from the way he held his body that he was very unhappy as the doctor continued to jerk him. Then, suddenly, the doctor stopped.
"No, I've got a better idea. I don't want to get my hands covered in cum as I've got to make the dinner and I've run out of surgical gloves. Let's get the slave to do it, and I can just examine the semen."
He gestured for me to approach, so I got up out of the corner and stood in front of Bill.
The doctor looked at me, and snapped "Down on your knees, then stimulate this master. Catch his cum so that I can examine it - don't allow any to spill on my carpets!"
I was so humiliated. Being ordered to jerk off another man! I felt for Bill, too, being made to cum in front of his father like that. And, what was worse, it was only a few hours before that I'd shown Bill that I was a true master, it was I who was in charge, and now here I was, kneeling naked in front of him, and stroking his dick to make him cum. I hadn't chosen to do this - I was doing it because another man had ordered me to.
Poor Bill was blushing, and wasn't very hard, so I put one hand around his ass to steady myself then gently licked the tip of his dick with my tongue whilst scratching softly at the soft, sensitive skin between his balls and his ass hole. Almost at once he started to go erect, and I was soon able to spit a big gob of my spit on my hand and begin wanking him in earnest.
"See", the doctor told Matt, "Your slave's got hidden talents. Look how he brought your son up to attention when the lad wasn't really interested! You're a lucky man, Matt, to have a slave like that - magnificent body, and a keen interest in sex."
I kept stroking Bill, and moved my other hand from his ass to caress his balls as I worked on his dick. As I fondled them, I felt them start to contract, and quickly moved my grip so that I could catch the cum that now shot out from his dick. Bill then stood there, and I continued to kneel in front of him, as the doctor came over and reached into my palm to take the semen between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled a little slime of it up into the air, rubbed it between his fingers, and said "Excellent! Proper young man semen. Lots of body to it, excellent texture, and a good, rich smell. Well done, Bill."
"Is that it, sir? Is that all the 'examination'? Can I get dressed, now?"
"Yes, boy. I've finished. But don't bother to get dressed - we don't stand on ceremony here. It's warm I here, and you needn't bother with that shirt and those shorts."
"No, I'd rather..."
"And I'd rather you didn't, and I'm the host. You've already told me you're not ashamed of your tackle, and now I can see it, I agree. There's only me and your father here - nothing to be embarrassed about in being naked in front of either of us, is there? Look at the slave - he's naked, and he's not embarrassed!"
As he spoke, the doctor was looking at Matt and glances were passing between them. I could see that the doctor was bringing silent pressure to bear on Matt.
"Oh, come on, Bill", Matt said, trying to sound cheerful. "Leave your kit on the floor, and come and sit over here by me."
Faced with Matt's order, Bill kind of shrugged, and all three men sat on the sofa, with Bill in between his father and the doctor. The doctor had one arm around Bill, and they all chatted away, until the doctor broke off to go into the galley to prepare dinner. Matt carried on drinking beer, and kept pressing them onto Bill, too - I don't think the lad really wanted to drink that much, but Matt kind of insisted that Bill match him, bottle for bottle.
The doctor didn't drink much at all, and after dinner suddenly broke off the conversation they were all having to say "Matt, we have some unfinished business , you know."
"What's that?"
"You told me that the slave's virgin ass was young Bill's birthday present. Well, hasn't he had it?"
"Yes... Last night." Both men laughed at each other.
"I'm sorry I missed it. I don't get invited to many birthday parties. I suppose we could have another birthday this evening, though. Hey, Bill, why don't you play with your birthday present again?"
"I'm sorry, sir.. What do you mean?"
"Well, you got the slave's ass for your birthday, didn't you? Well, why don't you play with your present? Give your dad and me something to entertain us after dinner - play with the slave again, fuck him for us."
"No, sir!"
"Oh, come on. You're not being very grateful to your father for that magnificent present.". The doctor turned to Matt and continued "That's the trouble with kids today - they just aren't properly grateful for presents. I don't think you've been a very good father, Matt, as you don't seem to have taught Bill to be appreciative. I'm not sure folks around here will want to do business with a guy who can't teach his son proper manners..."
Poor Matt! He could see where this was going! I suppose there was only one thing he could do....
"Bill, come on, son, don't be stupid! The doctor and I want to see you fuck the slave. Now, get down to it!"
"No, dad... Please..."
"Are you a wimp, Bill? Why wouldn't you want to fuck Steve? You did last night, and you said you enjoyed it. So why not do it again, now?"
I knew, of course. Now Bill had seen how a real top did it, he felt embarrassed and ashamed at his own performance. How could he fuck me, especially in front of the doctor and his dad, when I had earlier done such a magnificent job of fucking him?
"Bill, although I said you were a man last night and dropped the 'Billy', I'm not so sure now! No real man would turn up the prospect of fucking a desirable piece of ass like Steve. But you are still my son, and you're in my charge during the vacation. So get fucking the slave! Now!"
I felt really sorry for Bill, so I made it easy for him - without him having to order me to, I lay down on the floor, raised my legs in the air, and grasped my ankles with my hands so that my hole was exposed to him. I thought that having been fucked on his back by both Matt and me, it would be easier for Bill to fuck me that way: he was probably still a bit unsure of what to do, and having me like that would help.
He looked decidedly unhappy as he came up to me, knelt down beside me and started to jerk me off. I reached out and gripped his wrist, moving his hand away me and starting to jerk myself. I'd already started to take control by lying down, now I was going to milk myself to give Bill the lube he was after: it's not much, I know, to wank yourself rather than having another guy do it, when you're going to be forcibly fucked, but at least I was making as effort to assert my own will. Closing my eyes and thinking about the way I'd fucked Bill that afternoon, I soon shot and lay there with my cum in my hand.
Bill reached down and took some, bent over me, reached between my legs and started to poke at my hole rather half-heartedly. I stopped him there, too, and reached down and lubed myself. Then, using the rest of my cum still in my palm, I reached over and massaged it into Bill's dick. Some might say that this was what only the most abject slave would do for a master, but I was again making the running. There was no way I could avoid being fucked, but by making all these preparations myself I was clearly signalling to Bill that it was me in charge.
Then I had another thought - I'd seen pictures of this on the Internet, so what did I have to lose? I got to my knees and hugged Bill, then kissed him, and not using force, but just guiding him with my body and my sheer physical presence, I laid him out on the floor. I knelt beside him and massaged his dick, still sticky with my cum, until it was rock hard and I felt he was on the point of shooting.
Before he could lose his erection, I straddled him, facing his face, raised myself slightly, then began to lower myself onto his dick. I had to reach under myself to guide the tip so that it pointed at my hole, and then it required a real effort of will on my part to lower myself slowly and calmly on to him. He groaned as my weight forced his dick through my sphincter, and then, relying on my superb muscles, I rode up and down on him, all the time looking at his face.
As the sensation flooded through me and I began to speed up a little, I reached down and took Bill's nipples between my thumbs and first fingers, and started to tweak them hard. Bill moaned and began to bang his flat palms on the floor beside him, but it also had the effect of making his body arch upward and thrust into me as I crouched over him. I soon found that I could almost time his thrusts upward by suitable attention to his nipples, and my own work at riding up and down was much reduced.
Bill came, with a great cry, and I raised myself up off his dick, which was still dribbling his cum, and knelt beside him.
"Thanks, Steve", Bill said. "Thanks...."
"Matt, I think there's a real problem with your slave!", the doctor interjected. "I don't like the way he took control there! Even before he started to ride Bill, he was trying to steal the scene - jerking himself off, lying down before he was ordered.... I think he needs to be taught a lesson."
Matt was looking very worried. "Bill - Bill are you OK?"
"Sure, dad, it was great...."
"No it was not, you little pervert! You let the slave make all the running! Technically you fucked him as it was your dick up his ass, but practically speaking it was the slave who was the fucker, not you!"
Turning to the doctor, he went on "What would you recommend that we do?"
"Look, Matt, that slave needs to be taught a lesson - several lessons."
"The first thing is to give him a good, hard fucking, now, to remind him that he is a slave, and we are masters. Then, tomorrow morning, you must reinforce his slavery, make him understand that you own him totally. You've already had him tattooed and 'skinned, but now you must do something else dramatic to his body to emphasise to him that you own and control him. I suppose the most obvious thing to do is to brand him - searing a mark in his flesh is often a better symbol of a slave's servitude than mere tattooing. And finally, you've got to consider castration again - these big, strong young bucks sometimes need their balls, or perhaps just one ball, off to calm them down."
Matt sat here considering. "Yes, doctor, I think you may be right. But before I have him nutted, I'll try the other things. Let's start with the fucking...."
He stood up, and started to unbuckle his jeans.
"No, Matt". The doctor stood up and put out a hand to restrain Matt. "You promised his ass to me once he was no longer a virgin. This would seem to be as good a time as any."
The doctor didn't wait for Matt to respond, but snapped at me "Lie over the arm of that couch, boy!"
He pointed at a big, leather couch, and I knew I had no alternative. What could I do? Run away? Impossible, with the tracker chip in me.
The leather was cold against my body, and as I lay there, I saw the doctor stripping. He didn't have a bad body for a guy in his 50s - I guess doctors look after themselves - but he was a slug-like white over most of his body, and his thick body hair was a mixture of grey and white. He did have an impressive dick, though, and he came and stood in front of me, stroking it, to make it hard.
"Look at this, slave!", he told me "It's going up your ass, all the way, down to the root. You're going to feel my body slapping into your ass, and you're really going to feel it, as before I begin, I'm going to sensitise you a little!
He moved behind me and picked up one of his yacht shoes that he'd just discarded. The next moment he'd hit my ass with it, and a loud slap echoes around the room. I shouted in shock, and then again, as a second blow hit me. On and on he went - he must have hit me at least fifteen times, moving around so that all my ass was struck by the savage blows. The only consolation was that after the first few my ass got so numb that I almost ceased to notice.
The doctor called Matt and Bill over, and got them to rub their hands over my ass. "See how hot it is now that we've damaged the outer layers of tissue a little - all the blood is rushing there to try to repair the damage. And it makes him extraordinarily sensitive..." His bare hand slapped down on my left ass cheek, and I actually squealed, the sensation was so intense.
"I think he'll try and stop me", the doctor said to Matt, "Even though he's a slave. You'd better sit on his back and prevent him from moving. Why don't you take your jeans off, so you can enjoy his sweaty back against your ass?"
I saw Matt nod in agreement, and he slid his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, although he left his T shirt on. His massive dick and balls hung down below the fabric, making him somehow look very sensual.
He climbed on to the couch, straddled me, then squatted down. His ass was hot against my back, and, as he spread his legs, it felt kind of damp. I almost got an erection at the thought of his moist pucker pressing itself into my backbone.
I felt the doctor pull my ass cheeks apart - his hands really hurt my tenderised flesh as he pulled at them, and I flinched involuntarily. Then something hot and moist hit me - I realised the doctor had shot a big gob of his spit directly at my pucker - and this was followed instantly by the doctor's warm finger probing at my hole.
"That's all you're going to get as a lube, slave!". The doctor was almost laughing as he said this. "You'll remember this fuck for a long time. Now, I'll give you a chance to make it easy on yourself. Here....."
He'd come round to my head, and his dick, jutting out from its nest of grey and white pubic hair, was near my face. "You can lube it properly... Here... Take it down you, and cover it with your spit."
I shook my head - I wasn't going to be ordered around by this guy like that.
"It's in your own interest, you know.... Make it really wet, or you'll suffer hen it rasps against the delicate membranes of your hole..."
I knew he was right, and, very reluctantly, I turned and licked at his dick, trying my best to cover it in as much slobber as I could. It tasted disgusting - I think he'd had it inside his underwear all day, and in the heat, it had gone almost rancid as his sweat and a few little dribbles of dried piss had adhered to it.
But I didn't have long to worry about that, as he snatched his dick away from my mouth, and then I had an intense, searing pain: he'd gone around behind me, and simply thrust himself at me. I screamed, but it went on and on. I tried to move, but the solid weight of Matt on my back prevented me. I tried to kick out at the doctor, but my legs were at the wrong angle, facing the sofa, so it was a feeble thing. He simply laughed at my efforts, then I heard him say "Now... I'm in. Enjoying, it, slave? Now I'm going to fuck you and there's going to be no stopping - I'm like a bull in rut, having thought about your lovely ass for so long...."
It was awful. His dick almost tore the sides of my hole apart, and every time he slammed in to me with his pubic area, my tenderised ass sent new waves of pain through me. I couldn't help it - I shouted and cried out as he continued to thrust in and out of me. Somewhere I heard Bill say "Dad - I think the doctor's really hurting Steve....", but Matt just did nothing other than to press his knees harder into my ribs to hold me even more tightly.
Mercifully the doctor must have been thinking about my ass for so long as he'd omitted to jerk himself off, as he shot his load very quickly - I really don't think I could have borne more than the five or so minutes of brutal fucking he did. When he pulled out, he came to where I could see him again and stood in front of my face, his flaccid dick dripping with cum and my ass juice.
"That's what Matt should do to you every time you are wilfully disobedient, or start to take decisions yourself. Slaves just react, they just do as their masters say, and they do not take the initiative. Let that be a lesson to you, boy!"
Matt climbed off me now, and I noticed that the doctor cupped his balls and fondled his dick as he stood there - how could Matt let this happen to him?
"I see where Bill gets it from now, Matt", the doctor said. "I really think, you know, that there are other services you could give... Next week, when you're delivering the groceries, stop and have a fuck."
"Sorry, doc! After I've seen you in action, I don't think I fancy it. But, as you know, I don't take it in the ass anyway. Happy to come by and ream your ass, though, and there'll be no charge - I'm not a whore!"
Matt then looked over at me, and snapped "Go and clean your ass, Steve - we don't want all your ass juices dirtying the carpet! And bring a wash cloth back for the doctor."
I wiped myself down in the bathroom of the boat, then knew what I had to do, humiliating and disgusting as it was: I wrung a wash cloth out in warm water ,and went back into the saloon. Kneeling in front of the doctor, I used the warm cloth to wash my ass juice off his dick - I'd never felt so used in all my life: not only had this guy basically raped me, but now I was having to do homage to his dick, too!
"Good, slave!" - the doctor used a soothing tone. I could imagine him using it to his fancy patients. "Good.... I see you're learning the proper submissive humility that a slave should display. Now you've washed away the worst of it, finish off with your tongue. I didn't have quite enough of it before I began fucking you, so show me what a mouth like yours is capable of now!"
I was seething inside. I wanted to leap up and smash the guy in the face. But what would it gain me? They held all the cards, didn't they? I couldn't escape, and Matt could always sell me to the organ banks - and have the police deliver me there - if the doctor goaded him enough to do it. So, burying my pride, I gently tongued the doctor's now completely flaccid cock.
You could tell he was an old guy, as in addition to all the white and grey pubic hair, his dick didn't react at all! Even when I've just cum, if someone had been playing with my dick as my tongue was playing with his, I'd have been rock hard almost immediately.
I went on and on, and I thought I'd finished. Then the doctor altered his stance slightly so that his legs were further apart. "Now I think you should give the same attention to my balls", he told me.
It was vile! His wiry grey hair was everywhere, and I had to contort myself as I knelt in front of him to get my tongue all over his sac. And the flesh on the inside of his thighs was kind of like crepe, too - not the firm, solid covering over the underlying muscle that I, Matt and Bill had. Just touching it almost made me retch.
"You know, that tongue of yours is so good.... I think my ass needs a little attention. I think I'm going to lie on the couch, so that you can get that lovely warm, moist instrument up there..."
"Hey, doc", Matt interrupted. "It's getting late... Bill and I have to work tomorrow, you know. It's not like it is for you weekenders....."
Thank God! I was saved! I couldn't imagine how repulsive the guy's ass might be. Al; that grey hair, loose skin... And, judging by the stench of his cock, it would have a pretty disgusting taste and smell, too. And, in any case, could I make myself do it? Of course I'd read about tonguing, but it had never occurred to me that I might have to do it to someone's hole.
"Oh, Matt, it will only take a few minutes...."
"No, doc, we have to go.". Matt was pulling his jeans on, and had motioned to Bill to dress, too.
"OK, Matt. But next weekend when you bring the slave over, let's start there. And don't forget what I told you about having him marked again - I shall expect it to have been done so I can inspect it."
Before you go, though... Just let me show you one of my instruments that I think might be useful if your slave continues to be wilful. I picked it up and put it in my bag before I left the office at lunch time.
He went away into the bedroom, and returned with a thing that looked like a photograph frame, made in stainless steel, with a hole in the middle. It was about the size of a sheet of letter paper, and stood on its own base.
"Now, watch this.... Bill, get me a courgette from the galley."
"A courgette, sir?"
"Sorry! I did an internship in Europe and I still use some of their words. I mean a zucchini. There's some lying on the kitchen counter for tomorrow's lunch."
Bill went off, and the doctor inserted a little tool into the base of the instrument, and there was the sound that a clockwork mechanism makes as it's wound up. Bill came back with a long, quite fat green zucchini, and the doctor put it through the hole in the device.
"Watch....", he said, and pressed a button on top. There was a "snick", and the zucchini fell neatly in half. There was no longer a hole visible in the instrument, as the space was closed by an iris, rather like in a camera lens. Matt, Bill and I stood there, looking, and wondering what this was all about.
"This is a special surgical slave slicer", the doctor explained. "A lot of masters like you, Matt, don't like to have a slave's balls off as they are concerned it will affect their health and strength. But when a slave is particularly troublesome, or when he's on public display and there's a risk of offence, we can now do a simple trimming: where that zucchini went, you put the slave's dick. Then, when you release the latch, the surgical iris neatly cuts off an appropriate length of his dick. It's so quick and easy that almost no skill is required, and so it's a cheap operation. I don't offer it myself, as I can't make enough money at it, but I know how it's done."
"But... But.... Doesn't it hurt...?" Bill asked.
"Only for a moment - it's so quick, and the iris is so sharp, that the slave loses his dick before he knows it. There are no bones in a dick, you know, just flesh - even when you're hard, it's only the blood in the arteries that's keeping you erect. And, of course, we give them painkillers afterwards - the ASPCS insists on it."
"But what about peeing? And the blood....?" Matt cut in.
"Peeing is fine - the muscles at the exit to the bladder basically control urine flow, and the penis has very little to do with it - that's why you need to shake your dick, or 'express' the last few drops out with your fingers. So the slave can pee perfectly well afterwards - although if we do it really radically, so the remaining nub is only about half an inch, he has to kind of squat over to pee, if you don't want a terrible mess. As to the blood - well, yes, there is a lot. But I usually use a small electric cauteriser to close off most of the larger vessels, then a good coagulant does the rest: the cauteriser leaves the end a bit scarred, though, so you don't get a cleanly sliced end afterwards. That's why I usually recommend really radical removal, right down almost as far as we can go - the unsightly stub is then mostly hidden by the pubic hair."
"Well, I'm not sure.... I was kind of thinking that in another 20 years time when I want to quit, the slave will still be in his prime provided I keep on working him hard, and he'll fetch a good price still... He's kind of a retirement nest egg for me. If he's lost his dick, he won't be worth as much...."
"Well, Matt, you never know. Fashions change - whole slaves are the thing at the moment, but the really trend setting people in the city are increasingly having their male slaves sliced. So it might be commonplace in 20 years time, and you'll probably never see a slave with a whole dick unless he's being reserved for stud. On the other hand, there are those in the ASPCS who want to get it banned altogether - if they win through, then one of the small numbers who were sliced before the legislation is passed will be worth serious money."
"There's another thing, too - I know you're not in favour of taking the slave's balls, but except for the ability to fuck, this leaves the salve's body untouched! He's still got his balls, so he's still fit and strong and virile - in fact, now he can't jerk off, the slave tends to be horny all the time and there's a lot of pre-cum leaking out, and he has those wet dreams - nocturnal emissions, to give them the medical term. So when you fuck him, he'll be especially grateful as your dick might hit his prostate and cause him to spontaneously ejaculate - some owners have reported their sliced slaves as being even more eager for sex than usual. And if the slave can't fuck, he'll be all the more keen to suck and tongue - I don't think we'd see the same reluctance to get a tongue up a master's ass as I thought I detected in this slave a few moments ago."
Matt cut in "Well, I'll think about it, as I said."
"You really do need to think about it", the doctor went on "I'm sure that there are a lot of women clients who are put off from hiring from you when they see that slave's enormous dick as he tends the boats. And, with the trendy people starting to have their slaves sliced, you'd be at the height of fashion. I was able to persuade you about 'skinning, and I expect you'll see sense about this, too, soon. Anyway, I'll bring all the other stuff from the city next weekend, so you can choose to have him done if you wish."
My blood was literally running cold as all this was going on! I'd hated it when the couple who nearly bought me from the first dealer were talking about castration - but this was infinitely worse! No dick... Oh, fuck! Surely Matt wouldn't do this to me?
But the way that the doctor kept on about Matt needing to take his advice had me scared shitless - Matt had caved in before to all the doctor's "requests", hadn't he?
As I rowed them back, Matt was till cross at Bill and told him that he had to toughen up. "I didn't father a son so that some slave could take charge of him! Make sure you control Steve properly in future, or I'll tan your hide, the way the doctor did him! You're not too old to go over my knee and be spanked, you know!"
With the two of them angry and sullen at each other I didn't think it wise to even plead with Matt to let me keep my dick.
End Of Part 14