HARBOUR MASTER, Part 7
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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I woke up the next morning and I vaguely remembered that during the night Matt and I had moved around a lot: our arms and legs and bodies had been jockeying for space in the bed, trying to find the best position to lie in, trying to make ourselves as comfortable as possible. We'd ended up with Matt again lying behind me, "spooning" his body into my back, and I could feel his hard erect dick pushing its way to nestle in the warmth of my ass crack.
He must have been lying there awake, and seemed to know that I had just woken up, as his hand, that had been resting on my muscled belly - I could feel its unaccustomed warmth - moved down and held my dick. I had a morning hard-on, of course, and Matt kind of teased it a little, moving my 'skin up and down so that it slid sensuously on and off my dick head.
"I'll forgive you again for sleeping and not waking before me as you probably found your first day tiring", Matt whispered in my ear. We were so intimately close that he only had to murmur and it sounded very loud. "But remember what I told you - you go to sleep after me, and you wake up before me in future, as it's a slave's job to watch his owner and be aware of his needs at all times."
"Now, turn over and face me again."
I did so, and I could smell his breath as we were pressed so close - not foul, exactly, as he was a clean-living guy, but kind of musky and stale from overnight. I knew my breath must be much the same, but it didn't seem to be bothering him.
"So, Steve, what do you do now, to a guy who you've just spent the night with? What do you usually do next?"
"Matt... Boss... I don't know. I've never spent the night with a guy before."
"So, if you woke up with one of these women you are so proud of having fucked, what would you do?"
"Well, fuck her again, I suppose."
"Quite! Well, we're not ready to start fucking yet. But we could start from where we left off last night. I need to shoot at least twice a day, and I guess that as a young guy, you need to, too, right?"
"Well, yes, Matt."
Matt didn't say anything else, but I got the most incredible sensation in my dick - something warm and smooth and just feeling purely pleasurable seemed to be touching it, all along its length. Then I got an odd sensation as if I was almost being jerked off. I moaned slightly.
"Ah, so you like that, do you, Steve? That's something none of those women could give you, you know."
I half raised the sheet, and looked down. Matt's big dick was lying right alongside mine, and he was using both hands to hold them together and wank them together.
"See, I told you woman couldn't give you this!", Matt said with a smile.
He carried on jerking us both off at the same time, and I felt waves of pleasure going through me. Our legs were intertwined, and his thigh was pushing up into my ass hole. The smell of cum and sweat, and the sheer maleness of it all, was forcing its way to my nose as we moved in the bed and the air was driven out. I almost had sensory overload - I'd never had anything as good as this, and this was just from wanking us together.
I moaned with pleasure, and Matt's hold on our dicks gripped tighter, and he started to jerk us more quickly.
It normally takes me a long time to cum when I'm just jerking off, but, incredibly, I shot very soon afterwards - Matt didn't stop though, and I started to thrash about a little and give tiny squeals: once I've cum, my dick head is incredibly sensitive, and the continuing movement against Matt's dick, and his wiry pubic hair, was driving me wild.
"Please, please, Matt.. Boss... Let me go...."
"Shut up, Steve! You've cum, but I haven't..." Matt sounded a bit strained.
It went on and on, and it went beyond pleasure to somewhere else for me, somewhere where my dick was saying "stop, stop, I can't take any more", but my brain was revelling in the extraordinary new sensation.
Then Matt breathed a great sigh, and his body tensed rigid, and I felt something hot and wet shoot against my stomach.
We lay there for a few moments, just enjoying being two men together, two men who'd done incredible things to cause each other pleasure.
"OK, Steve. First duty of a slave after he's cum with his master in the morning...."
"What's that, boss?"
"To bring his master a big mug of coffee, and a bowl of the cereal you'll find in the kitchen cupboard. You can have the cereal, too, but only water for you. Now... Scoot..." He half pushed me out of the bed, and I searched around for the shorts I'd discarded the night before. I ran my hand over my stomach, and felt Matt's cum trickling down it.
"Get on, Steve - we've got a busy day."
"I was just looking for my shorts..."
"For fuck's sake, just go and make my coffee and bring me my cereal. You don't need shorts for that! You're a slave for fuck's sake, and you can work naked! And, anyway, I'd like to watch that ass of yours as it goes down the stairs! Now, get on...."
He was right, I suppose. And it wasn't cold in the house.
I banged around in the kitchen and found the coffee and put it on to drip, then the cereal. Actually, I was ravenous, and I filled two large bowls, and put them on a tray to carry them up to the bedroom.
Matt watched me reappear, and put his mug of coffee on the bedside cabinet. I went to get back into bed with the two bowls of cereal, but he stopped me. "No, Steve, once you're up, you stay up. I like to lie here and eat my breakfast, but you kneel by the side of my bed and eat yours, so I can look at you - you are supposed to be easy on the eye, you know, and not just something to work hard for me!"
"And while you're at it", he continued, "Tip half that cereal of yours into my bowl - you don't need that much."
"But please, boss, I'm hungry..."
"And so you will be for the next few weeks. Although you're nicely muscled and are by no means fat, I like to see slaves who look a bit 'lean and mean'. So I'm going to slim you down a bit - we've got to be careful you don't lose any of your excellent muscles - the swimming should see to that - but I want you to look a bit more 'starved', I want to see your ribs sticking out a bit, and your face drawn a bit tighter. According to 'The Care And Management Of Slaves', the half-starved look is fashionable in the city, and as a lot of our clients come from there, I want them to see that I run a proper operation here, and that we're just as sophisticated here on the coast as they are there in the smoke."
As soon as I'd finished eating - and it didn't take long as I had so little to eat - he said "I use the bath in the morning. Go and run it, and make sure it's not too hot, and not too cold, while I finish eating my breakfast. And if you need to crap, do it now."
I didn't know what he meant by "not too hot and not too cold", but I fiddled with the taps to get something that would be OK for me. Then I sat on the lavatory, and did my business - it was the first time I'd been able to use a proper lavatory for days, and as my turds dropped into the bowl, I realised what a simple pleasure even something like the use of a lavatory could be.
I turned off the bath water, and wondered what next, but Matt came in a that point and simply sat on the lavatory and started crapping. I was so amazed - he could have ordered me out of the room, after all. In fact, I started to go anyway.
"Get back in here, Steve! I won't have a slave being disgusted at anything his master does! You've seen men crapping before, haven't you? Well, I'm your master, and anything I do should be all right with you."
"Sorry, boss... I just thought you'd want privacy...."
"Look, slave, you still aren't thinking right! I am private with you in the room. You're a slave, and slaves don't matter. And, in any case, even if you weren't a slave, I've told you we were to be like two house mates, two buddies when we're alone together - you don't think two guys sharing a house would have stupid lavatory inhibitions, do you?"
"I'm sorry, boss, I didn't think..."
He got up, cleaned himself with the toilet tissue as I watched - I was a bit nauseated by this, especially the smell from it all - flushed the lavatory, and got in the bath.
He was quick and efficient, lathering himself along his limbs in turn, and washing the soap off, then stood up. "Towel!"
I saw the big bath towel and handed it to him. "No, idiot - wrap it around me, and pat me dry - don't you know anything about how a slave serves his master in the bathroom?"
Actually, I didn't, of course, but I stood there and moved the towel around him, then rubbed it gently over his body.
"Right. Your turn now - we need to look nice and clean to show the public we're a dependable well-run outfit."
I went to pull the plug out of the bath to let the water flow away, as I usually shower.
"Stop that! Do you think I'm made of money? Don't waste all this hot water I've paid for - get in the bath, and wash yourself!"
I hated it - there was a sort of scummy foam on the surface from where he'd washed himself with the soap, and a few of his pubic hairs were stuck to the side of the bath where they had been washed up. But I put aside my inhibitions - after all, soap had antiseptic in it, didn't it? I washed my legs and arms, and my body, then went to stand up.
"You didn't do your face, you dirty young fucker!"
"But master, this water isn't clean..."
"Don't be so stupid, Steve. Only you and me have used it - of course it's clean. Now wash your fucking face!"
So I did - it just felt so wrong, to be bathing in another man's bath water.
I remembered about the towel, of course, and picked up the wet one he'd discarded and used it to dry myself. But then there was a new humiliation - he told me to stand with one foot on the edge of the bath, and I saw that this was to make it easier for him to feel my balls, and slide a finger along from the back of my sac to my hole!
"You're OK for today, but tomorrow morning make sure you shave that sac and your crack - they taught you that at the dealership, didn't they? I'd hate any clients to feel all stubble there if they wanted to inspect you."
Why on earth would they want to do that, I wondered - I was only fetching their boats for them! But I just answered meekly "Yes, boss. Do I shave my face now, boss?"
"No. You can do that every two or three days, too - I think you look better - more handsome, more virile - with a couple of day's stubble on your face. It makes you look like a really tough guy, and I'm after the 'lean and mean' look for you, as I've told you."
He gave me the sweat shirt he'd been wearing the day before, and again I got his male scent as I pulled it over my head. It was in dark burgundy, and had the same stuff written across it's back as was on the shop front "Matt James Marine, Seatown - Boats For Hire - Services For Owners." For some reason, I felt more awkward standing there in just a sweatshirt with my dick and balls hanging down below, than I did totally naked!
Matt dressed in a similar sweat and his usual jeans, then rummaged in a drawer and threw me a pair of white shorts. There were differed from the very tiny satin ones I'd worn yesterday - they were made of a kind of thin, almost waterproof nylon material, and they had "proper" legs. Although the legs were very short, they gripped my muscular thighs and I felt secure in that there was no way my dick could slip out. There was a bit of a problem, though, as I caught a glance at myself in the bathroom mirror and I thought I could see the dark shadow of my pubes through the thin fabric.
We left, then, and walked along the quay to the office, that Matt unlocked. Then we waited for business! The first customer came at around ten, and I had to peel off the sweat shirt and swim out to bring them a pleasure boat back to the quay. As I stood there with the water running off me when I got back, I saw the shorts were doing a good job in one respect - the water didn't cling to them, and they dried almost as quickly as my skin. They were pretty much of a disaster otherwise, though - they clung to my wet ass, pulled up into my crack, and you could "see" my flesh through them. And up front that faint shadow of my jet black pubic hair was now an obscene dark patch, and my dick was clearly outlined as the material clung to it.
The customers - a couple of guys who wanted to go fishing - looked at Matt and said "Pretty special assistant you've got there!"
"No - he's my slave."
"Is he for hire - it can get pretty boring waiting for a catch.... If you're not using him this morning we'll hire him for a bit of light relief..."
"No, later in the season, maybe. He's still new, and I've got to break him in. He's still a virgin, and I'm going to take him myself."
"Lucky guy!"
I felt sick at this mention of my virginity again - surely Matt couldn't be thinking of fucking me? He'd said the shorts I was given yesterday belonged to his son - so he must be married. OK, we'd jerked off together, but he'd said that's what all guys do who share a house. No - I must have got it wrong! I went to ask Matt, but a big black top of the range BWM slid along the quay and stopped, and a guy got out.
He was in his mid fifties, I suppose, and he looked as if he had a lot of money - apart from the car, all his clothes just said "I don't care how much this costs, I like it." He had a blazer and pale chinos on, a silk shirt that perfectly complemented both, and those incredibly expensive handmade leather loafers on his feet. He wasn't as tall as Matt or me, or as muscular, but he looked fit and trim.
"Matt - good to see you again."
"And you, sir. Down for the weekend?"
"Yes. Can you row out and get my tender? When we left, I went with a colleague to his boat, and we took his helicopter back to the city."
"Of course, sir. But I'm offering a new service now - faster!"
He came to me and pointed out a large luxury motor cruiser - the biggest in the bay.
"OK, slave - off you go. And be quick about it."
I raced across the quay and dived in, and swam at my fast crawl out into the bay. Perhaps I could get used to this - the water didn't seem quite as cold.
The "tender" wasn't just a tiny rowboat, but quite a big powered boat in its own right - bigger than our powered boats we hired. So I had quite a struggle towing it back, and when I emerged up the steps, my chest was heaving from my efforts.
The man and Matt had been chatting away, watching me, and now the man spoke.
"I see what you mean, Matt - it is much quicker! Are you going to be offering this service all season?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"And he's your slave, you say. I think you must be charging us owners too much for your services - this piece of slave flesh must have cost an awful lot! I doubt that even as one of the leading plastic surgeons in the State that I could afford to have something quite as handsome and muscled as that being used on ordinary grunt work!"
Matt then told me about how he had won me, and the doctor chuckled.
"So let's have a closer look at him - not that those shorts conceal much! But it's always better to have a proper inspection of a slave."
Looking at me, the doctor snapped "Drop them, slave, and hands behind your neck!"
I looked at Matt, not sure what to do, but he just nodded so I had no choice but to push my fingers under he elastic waistband of the shorts, push them over my hips, and let them drop to the floor.
The doctor came up, and then proceeded to give me the most thorough going-over I'd had during my time as slave - I guess he must be an expert, examining patients and all, but I doubt that any of his patients' bodies ever got such attention as he gave mine!
He probed my mouth, running his fingers around and testing all my gums, then held me firmly by the jaw whilst he stretched my eyelids and peered deeply into my eyes. My shoulders were next, and his strong fingers probed into my muscles, making me want to wince, and he carried out equally detailed examinations of my biceps as they stood slightly flexed from holding my arms up.
Moving on down his palms ran over my pecs and down my belly, all the time sensing my musculature, then he came back up and took each of my nipples in his hands,
between his thumbs ad forefingers, and twirled them around so that they went hard and erect.
"Nice reaction", he said to Matt. "It's good when a slave has enough of a nipple to get hold of in the first place, and then when it erects so well - shows he's got a good strong sex drive. And when you decide to have his tits ringed, you can go for good heavy ones with nipples like this."
"I wasn't planning to have him ringed...."
"Well, I think that's a mistake. A good looking stud like this can easily get arrogant about his body, especially when he sees a lot of people looking at it, and a pair of good heavy rings through the tits reminds him that he's just a slave. Still, it's your choice."
There they went again, discussing me as if I wasn't there. And thinking of doing those vile things to me - piercing my nipples, and ringing them. How could they hold a conversation like this and not seem to be the slightest concerned about how I felt about it?
The doctor had gone around to the back on me now, though, and his hot palms were resting on my shoulders. He pulled his hands slowly down my back, squeezing in at my sides as he went, and allowing his fingers to stretch forward to feel each of my ribs.
"He's got a good, triangular back", the doctor went on, "And I like the way it goes down into his butt - almost the perfect male shape. I guess you're starving him a little, are you?"
"Yes - how did you know?"
"Well, I get to handle a lot of men, you know, and my hands can just tell. But I think you're right - even a muscle stud like this can benefit from looking a bit half-starved, a bit hungry: it hugely adds to their attraction, when you can see that in spite of their power and strength their master still has the power to make them more skeletal. I wouldn't advise doing it too much, though - just enough so he doesn't start to lose muscle."
"No, of course not", Matt replied. "You're right, of course - he's got a lot more interested in food and so on since I started to restrict his supply, and I've noticed a hollowness starting in his cheeks."
"Working down here, though, you've got a problem, I think."
"Oh?"
"Yes. The tourists can start to treat him as a kind of pet, and, if you're not careful, they'll be feeding him bits of their leftovers, letting him drain their tins of soft drinks, and all that sort of crap - it isn't good for a slave to give him all that sugary stuff. You'll have to watch him like a hawk - unless you have his jaws wired."
"What?"
"Yes. I do quite a lot of it in the city, especially for slaves who are left alone most of the day in their masters' houses. We just wire the jaws closed, so they can't eat. We usually knock one of the teeth out at the same time, and that leaves just enough space for the master to push a feeding tube in, and pump the slave's meal straight down the throat. It can be very effective."
"But the slave can't then speak...."
"No, but that doesn't really matter, does it? You don't need this slave speaking, do you?"
Matt grinned at the doctor, and said "No, he could be silent, I suppose. And it would fix the problem of him taking scraps. But it would spoil my fun a bit - you know there are other things than food that are going to go down that throat of his...."
The doctor laughed, and I wondered what they meant. Still, at least I seemed to have been saved from having wired jaws. Was there no end to the ways in which these men would abuse slaves?
The doctor was kneading my ass hard, and telling Matt what good muscle tone I had, then bent down to do the same sort of examination all down my thighs and calves. Getting to his feet, he came around to the front of me again and told me to put one foot up on an old oil drum that was lying there. It was so that he could conveniently get to my balls, of course, and he did the inspection that the dealer at the County Fair had done - rolling each testicle around in the palm of his hand, then suddenly pinching it hard, so that I jerked back and shouted with the pain.
And finally, he took my dick in his hand, and worked my foreskin so that he could see my dick head.
"I don't suppose he has problems with erections, does he? A young guy like this - how old is he - 24, 25?"
"24. And no, he doesn't have any problem - that dick is even more impressive when it's straining to get to the sky! But he's still a bit shy - he's OK when we're together in private, and he's got no problem getting hard and shooting a really good load. But in public, he just can't seem to get it up. I suppose it's just inexperience - he hadn't learned properly yet what masters like to see."
"Well, if the problem persists, let me know and I can do a little operation: we just lock off the blood vessels slightly, so that the blood accumulates more easily in the dick: it's just the blood supply that causes erections, you know. So if we restrict the outlet, it's all but impossible for him to avoid being erect most of the time."
"Do you do many of those?"
"No - but they are getting more popular. A lot of the men used in the brothels, and slaves to be used as bath attendants and so on get given them - it tends to be almost routine for those slaves, and it's catching on elsewhere. Mind you, when are you going to get him 'skinned? You could get it done at the same time."
"Skinned?"
"Yes. Take his 'skin off."
"I don't understand - lose skin? Why?"
The doctor smiled at Matt. "No - not skin... 'Skin.... His foreskin. Sorry, 'skinning is the term we use now for circumcision - that has too many silly religious connotations. We say we 'skin slaves when we trim their 'skins."
"Well, I kind of like his foreskin. It's very pleasing to have it slide up and down over his dick head when I'm playing with him...."
"Yes, I know. I like a man with a good 'skin occasionally, too. But you've got to think of the public, especially here, where your slave's constantly on display."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there has been a lot of research into this, and it seems that 80% of women prefer seeing a man 'skinned, with his head exposed all the time. And of the other 20%, about half are actually scared of a 'skin - it seems they have some phobia about what it might be hiding! And guys now expect to see slaves 'skinned, so much so that keeping the 'skin on babies is now the best thing you can do for them, as when they grow up they won't be thought of as slaves! It's a bit hard on us guys who were 'skinned at birth, years ago, I know, but there's no doubt society is changing! I think they'll probably change the law within the next five years, so that 'skinning is compulsory for slaves. Any way, with most of the women not liking 'skinned slaves, and with men expecting it to be done, you're in danger of losing custom if you keep this slave 'au naturel'. It's not costly to do, you know - I wouldn't recommend bringing him to my office, but most slave dealers have a tame doctor who can whip it off in seconds for just a few tens of bucks."
"Put your shorts back on, slave", Matt said to me, and then to the doctor, carried on the conversation, saying "Well, I don't think it's going to be a problem, as I plan to have him wear those shorts, anyway, so they won't really see his dick."
"Ah, yes. I was going to talk to you about those. He's really got to be allowed to go naked, you know."
"Why?"
"Look, Matt I'll tell you this as a friend who's known you for many years - I was a bit shocked when I saw the way you were making the slave swim in those shorts. Hauling himself in and out of the water all day - it's not good for him. I thought you were a considerate master, and I was a bit surprised to see your lack of concern for his welfare."
"I'm a member of the American Society For The Prevention Of Cruelty To Slaves", he went on, "And in the ASPCS we are always on the look out for acts of gratuitous cruelty. Let me warn you that if other members saw this, they'd haul you before the courts."
Matt looked completely shocked. "What the hell do you mean? I treat him very well. At home, we're like buddies, not master and slave! Sure, I'm starving him a bit, but it's for his own good..."
"It's those shorts, Matt. Having him get in and out of the water all day, they'll chafe him: wet fabric rubbing up and down his skin all the time! Have some consideration - let him go naked: it's far more natural, and healthier for him. But, as I said, you should think about having him 'skinned when you do that."
"No! I want the slave to wear shorts, as I also let him wear my sweat shirts advertising my services. I think a slave with just a top on looks funny with his dick handing down from underneath a sweat shirt!"
"Look, Matt, you can do what you like. But I think there's another solution to the advertising problem. I'm just warning you as a friend - before there's a serious complaint, let him go properly naked."
The doctor started to talk off, and Matt followed him, and I could see they were still talking about it. I stood there, and pulled on the shorts. Thank Christ Matt was in favour of me being decently clothed - I'd hated standing here on the quay side being looked over by the doctor...... and if I had to go around like this all day every day.... !
Over he next week we got into an easy routine - Matt liked cooking dinner, and he usually let me eat with him and didn't insist on slave chow, although he rigorously controlled my portions and I was always slightly hungry. I got used to bathing in his water, seeing him crap, having him watch me crap, and so on - we were really jut like two real buddies in his little house. And out at work, he took good care of me - he'd introduced me to the other fishermen now, and most of them were pretty nice guys and treated me almost as an equal when I walked or jogged past them doing errands for Matt, or on the way to or from a mooring.
Matt has shown me new things in bed, too. About the third night when we were jerking each other off, he'd suddenly lowered his head and nipped at my left nipple with his sharp teeth. I almost freaked out - it was so unexpected, and the slight pain, and the incredible "tickling" sensation, had caused me to thrust my hips forward in huge sexual pleasure. Then Matt had sucked on my nipple a bit, before nibbling it gently again. My normal moans of delight from his jerking were doubled, and I shot my load extra quickly.
"Your turn, Steve. And I want you to suck my tits, too, just like that. Most guys' nipples are really sensitive, and, as I think you found out, a bit of playing with them really has an effect on your dick!"
So I did - I sucked away at Matt's big hard teats, and slathered his aureoles with spit so I could massage them with my thumbs. It didn't do much for me - the feel of the male nipple in my mouth wasn't anything special, but I could tell it was causing Matt amazing pleasure.
After a couple more nights when we'd jerked each other off, Matt had also introduced me to something else. I'd got into the bed next to him 'as usual', and reached out to take his dick so I could start jerking him off.
"No, Steve. I need a change. Get down the bed, and suck me off tonight."
"Matt... I.... I don't know... I haven't..... I don't like...."
"What do you mean? Do you mean you don't know how to suck a guy off? And you haven't done it before?"
"Yes, Matt. When I had to kiss your dick at the Fair, that's the first time I'd ever had my mouth anywhere near a guy's dick."
"So how do you know you don't like it? That's what you said, wasn't it?"
"But Matt... It's not right.... "
"You said that about jerking off another guy, until I taught you how much fun it was. It's another of those things that all guys who are good buddies do for each other. I pity you, Steve - never to have had any really good friends to suck, and to suck you! Anyway, I'm really horny and it's starting to hurt, so shut your complaining, and get down and get on my dick!"
Matt was sprawled out across the bed, his head on the pillows, and his arms and legs lying loosely almost everywhere, a picture of total relaxation. The only part of him under pressure was his great dick, and it was thrusting upwards as he lay there. I moved down the bed, and half sat, half knelt, by the side of him.
"Get down on it, boy... Get those lips of yours around that lovely prime piece of man dick. And be careful with your teeth - lips only!"
I bent over, and got that smell of Matt - the sweat, and that special smell I now know always accumulates in men's groins - I think it's some special scent glands there, left over from primeval times. It wasn't at all unpleasant, just different, and actually I felt quite turned on by it. I opened my mouth, cautiously held Matt's shaft near its root, then guided his big dick head into my mouth.
The salty taste of his skin was lovely, and I liked the silky softness of his skin and the way his dick head warmed my mouth as I gingerly sucked on it.
"Good boy, Steve.... Now try to take more of it in... A slave should be able to take all his master's dick down."
I pushed myself down over his dick, using my tongue to play with the head already inside my mouth, but soon had to stop as it as just too big - I felt I was choking.
"That was good. Try again! Take it right down, boy"
So I tried, but it was no good.
"That's OK for lesson one.... But I need to cum. Do some fun things with my dick - lick it all over, roll it up and down your face, nibble - gently - at the flange, and in between, stroke it a bit with your fingers, and suck on the head!"
I worked away on his dick with my mouth and hands, but was worried about what was going to happen when he shot. There was already a strange taste in my mouth - slightly salty, and not at all unpleasant - and I wondered what it was. Then, when I was taking a bit of a break and just using my fingers to keep working away on him, I realised from the way my fingers were now sliding that it must be pre-cum! Matt's pre-cum had leaked into my mouth - oh, how gross!
I carried on using my hand to jerk him, and Matt said quietly "Get that mouth back down there on me, boy."
"But Matt - you're almost ready to cum. I could taste your pre-cum..."
"That's not all I want you to taste, boy. Get back down on my dick, so that when I shoot, you catch it all. I don't want one drop onto those sheets tonight - we only changed them this morning."
I determined to disobey Matt - I wasn't going to take his cum in my mouth! But I could hardly refuse to get him to the point of cumming, so I went back to my licking, nibbling and sucking, and , remembering how sensitive he was, used my spare hand to reach up and tweak his nipples. Matt's body arched up as I did this, and I knew he was on the point of cumming. I was going to pull away, and face the consequences afterwards, but as I did so both Matt's big hands reached out and held my head down in to his crotch. I felt his dick jerk inside my mouth, and something slimy warm, and slightly salty filled me. I started to gag a bit, and half opened my mouth, and as I did so Matt's cum leaked out an ran all down my chin, to drip onto my chest.
I sat up, trying to wipe the cum off my chin with my fingers, and Matt was laughing at me!
"Hat's the matter, Steve? You're always complaining about being hungry, and yet you don't want a big load of pure protein when I give it to you!"
"Matt - hey, that's not nice! Cumming in my mouth! Sucking your dick's one thing, but taking your cum..."
"Oh Steve! You are an innocent, aren't you? I just don't know how you ever managed to father kids! How did you ever put aside your silly inhibitions to ever have sex? They were yours, weren't they?"
"Matt, that's different. With a woman, it's natural.... And of course they were mine. She was a virgin. And everyone in the town knew I'd beat the shit out of them if I even suspected they were playing around with her behind my back... And, anyway, they looked like me...."
"You keep on as if sex with men is in some way 'unnatural'! What could be more natural than a couple of buddies jerking each other off, as you've found out? And isn't a dick just right for taking into a mouth, and doesn't it taste good, smell good, and feel good? What could be more 'natural' than that. And when you think of some of the disgusting stuff you've eaten before you became a slave - all that junk food, all those cookies, chocolate - I don't see how you can possibly object to pure, natural stuff like cum!"
"Or is it my cum you don't like? It can't be so different from yours - we eat the same stuff, drink the same water.... Although I suppose I do have a couple of beers, and that might affect the flavour..."
"No, Matt - I'm sure it's the same as mine, not that I'd know. It's just...."
"What do you mean - 'not that I'd know'? You have drunk your own cum, haven't you?"
"No!"
"Oh Steve, your education was sadly lacking, wasn't it! Didn't that dad of yours tell you the facts of life, and encourage you to experiment and try tasting your cum once you'd jerked yourself off?
"No! Dad told me about sex, of course, and how I had to keep myself pure until I got married! But we never talked about jerking off, and I can't even imagine him telling me to drink cum!"
"You poor kid! As soon as he had his first ejaculation I got my Billy to taste it. It made us even closer as a father and son - I found he'd had a 'spontaneous emission', I think they call it, when I got him up for school one morning - the bed was sticky with cum; so that night I explained to him all about jerking off, and showed him how to do it. And when we shot, I swallowed mine, and he swallowed his."
"You showed him how to jerk off?"
"Of course! It's not the sort of thing you should learn about from books, is it? If a boy's got a dad living at home, what could be more natural than proper practical instruction?"
"Anyway, I don't want to talk about your deprived childhood", he went on, "Although if I| ever meet your dad I'll tell him I think he failed you as a father. The point is, cum is perfectly natural. It's one of the things guys can share together. And it is much easier if you're sucking me to actually take it down - so you need to practice! From now on, even if you're jerking yourself off, I want to see you catch your cum and swallow it down as all proper men do."
He made me jerk myself off then and, as he watched, I had to catch the cum in the palm of my other hand and not let it go all over the bed. Then he told me to lick my hand clean. I almost gagged on it as I raised my hand towards my mouth, but, of course, once I'd started to lick it up, it was fine - as we know, it doesn't taste anything like it smells, does it? And the slimy texture actually is quite good, I think.
Business was picking up as the holiday season approached, and the next morning, during a short break when I'd already swum several times to get boats in and out, the big black BMW purred along the quay again. Matt was standing next to me, and obviously expected the car to stop, but instead it drove on to where a couple of the other fishermen were sitting, waiting for business.
I saw the doctor, again immaculately dressed, get out and talk to them, then one of them got in the car and drove it off, around to the reserved parking, and the doctor and the other fisherman started to walk towards us.
Matt looked a bit puzzled, but got up, to greet the doctor, who walked right past. I heard the doctor saying to the fisherman "Yes, just row me out, and I'll call you on the ship to shore when I want to be picked up..."
"Hey, doctor, sir...", Matt called out. The two men stopped, and the doctor walked a couple of paces back towards us.
"Hey, doc, good to see you again. Had a good trip?"
"Yes, Matt. And look, before you ask... Well, I know this is awkward, as I've been using your services for years, but I can't risk it. I'm sorry, and all that, but I've had to use Jase there. I did warn you, you know, and I hope you don't take it badly."
"What do you mean?"
"I told you I was a member of the ASPCS, and I was at a reception in the city last week when a guy came up to me and said he as surprised that I was using you. He'd been down here in the week, and had seen the problem with your slave, too. I just can't risk it, I'm sorry. My wife's big in the organisation, and if I had to resign or anything because using you was incompatible with the aims of the Society, I'd never get sex out of her again!"
"Oh not that shorts thing!"
"Yes! Chafing and rubbing is no fun for a slave! You let him go naked, and all will le back to normal. A young guy like that will enjoy swimming nude, anyway - you'll be doing him a favour."
"But I told you about the advertising."
"And I suggested a solution to that, too! Look, Matt, I'm sorry - fix the problem, or I'll have to give Jase all my work. And I'm afraid a lot of the other owners will feel the same way, too."
He walked back to the fisherman, Jase, and they got into a boat and rowed across the bay. Matt watched them, and I could see he was worried.
End Of Part 7