Passing

PASSING

A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)

Part Twelve Collecting Jason. Owner's rights. A night with Dave.

I must have sat there for quite a few seconds staring at Jason's beautiful body. Dave broke into my reverie by saying quietly "Twenty two thousand".

"What? Surely not!" You know I hate spending money unnecessarily, and this is a lot of money by any standards.

"Twenty two thousand. That's including the branding, all the exercise and tanning, and the boarding cost whilst you were away and couldn't collect."

"That's still outrageous...."

"Listen, I made very little on this considering the work involved. You're paying for getting the slave to be legally yours now. And it's a real bargain - if you had to buy him on the open market he'd cost at least twice as much.... Nice young man, handsome, good body, intelligent, well trained..."

"What's all this about getting him legally'? He's a slave. I captured him when he was passing' as a free man..."

"But he belonged to someone else before. And a slave who is caught `passing' as a free man reverts to its owner after punishment. You might have got a small reward for turning him in, but that's all. Until I fixed it for you." Dave paused for a moment then went on "Do you remember his SIN?"

"Of course I do. I work with numbers all the time, and I always remember the important ones."

"Right then....". Dave turned to the young slave who was still standing there naked, and told him to fetch me my communicator. The boy scurried across the room and opened a cupboard where I saw my suit - the nigga must have hung it up when I stripped earlier, another instance of Dave's good training, I suppose - rummaged around and came back, knelt in front of me and handed me my communicator. Dave went on "So look up the SIN of your slave."

I connected to the ISDB (like the movies one, only for slaves) and keyed in Jason's SIN and read through the information. I was astonished to see it had a picture of Jason , as you'd expect, and his physical statistics - height, waist, chest, hips, cock length, weight, and so on, but under "History" it recorded his date of enslavement, his owner details, the date when he escaped, and then a date of death! Followed by the simple "entry closed".

Dave saw my shock and said "Perhaps you got the wrong SIN!"

"Impossible! I remember numbers."

"Well anyway, check." He grabbed Jason's arm and thrust it in front of me, and I keyed in the SIN from his tattoo. This time ISDB recorded his enslavement, his owner details as being me, followed by "Still in enslavement and owned" under status.

Look, I don't forget numbers, so I was shaken a bit. But then I started to laugh, and Dave grinned. "Those SIN tattoos are a devil - very, very difficult to remove - they're meant to be! But you can change a 3 into an 8. And a 6 into an 8. And a 9 into an 8. So all I had to do was look at the 3s, 6s,, and nines in your slave's SIN then find from ISDB where a SIN with 8s in those places were still available...."

He went a bit serious then and continued "But updating ISDB is the problem. I have to pay, pay heavily, for getting the old entry changed and inserting the new one. And that's why I'm not making a whole lot on this deal. Still, I suppose the guy who does it is taking a big risk - if he's caught, he'll be in ISDB himself."

I thought about how easy Ted found it to access all sorts of supposedly secure data, and filed a note to myself to check if he could get into ISDB as easily. Then I nodded in agreement with Dave, and asked him for his bank ID, and transferred the twenty two thousand. That seemed to impress him - I suppose most of his clients didn't have that much money simply available to them.

"Right, now he's really yours. Are you going to inspect him properly?"

I nodded, and Dave rapped "Display!" And Jason at once clasped his hands behind his neck, thrust his chest and pelvis out, and moved his feet apart. I could see I had easy access to every part of him.

It was completely sensual - feeling his muscles, running my hands over his pecs and hard, flat belly, the outside and inside of his legs, then slowly and wonderfully tracing the big branded "S" on his flank with the tip of my finger, followed by my ownership brand on the top of his arm. As I reached down to let his cock rest in the palm of my hand he began to get erect (and so did I!) until his cock was hard and firm, sticking straight out in front of him and reaching upwards as young men's cocks do. I could see him sweating then as I cupped his balls in my palm and squeezed them gently, and used my thumb to separate them and feel them all over as if I was examining for testicular cancer. Then I stood beside him and ran my finger down his spine, feeling the individual vertebrae under his firm skin and enjoying the way he moved slightly under my hands as he was clearly a bit ticklish. I reached around and put my hand flat on his belly as my finger got to the top of his ass crack - it wouldn't stop him moving forward, but I know the psychological pressure can hold a slave steady - and let my finger push down, separating his hard butt muscles until I could gently scratch at his tight pucker.

I stopped then, wondering what to do next. Did I tell him to grasp his ankles so I could push my finger right into this ass, or what? But Dave said "So, OK so far, then?"

I nodded, smiled, and answered "Yes, fantastic! You've done a great job on him. He feels wonderful...."

"So is it cherry picking time now then?"

"What?"

"Cherry picking time - taking his cherry! As far as I can tell, he's a virgin. Fucked a lot of women with a body like that, I'd think. But tight as anything up the ass, and never taken cock. I've stretched him well on `the ladder' though, so he's ready for his first cock - his owner's cock...."

I really wasn't sure. I was more confident now, as I had fucked Greg so at least I wasn't a novice. But fucking a slave who you know and over whom you have complete control and who is used to obeying your orders is different to fucking a virgin, as Dave had called him. A strong, virile young guy who in spite of Dave's training might be "wild" just underneath the surface. But then my mind was made up - there was no way I was going to let Dave see I was in any way worried or concerned. Looking around the room I saw there was one of those combined fucking and flogging stools - a bit like a gym horse but smaller and lower. I've got one at home, although I've never had to use it on Greg, and mine is a designer piece in keeping with the rest of my furnishings. This one though was much more utilitarian, although it seemed to work on the same principles - the padded top, four splayed legs for stability, and some velcro stuff on the legs for binding the slave's ankles and wrists to hold him down.

Dave saw me looking and told the salve boy to pull in into the centre of the room, remarking how often the boy had been on it himself. I wasn't sure I liked the idea of Dave raping a young slave boy, but then I remembered that you cant rape slaves as that's a crime you can only commit on a free man. And in any case Dave hadnt done it when the boy wasn't mature according to the law - he was 16 when he was enslaved.

With Jason quickly secured, I did not take a closer look at him as he lay there helplessly, but I did trace the "S" brand with my finger, then slapped his butt once or twice as I'd seen men in porn movies do to "loosen them up and tenderise them a bit." But what was I going to do next? I'd stripped in front of Dave, as you know, but he didn't look as if he was gong to move from the sofa. Surely he wasn't expecting to sit there and watch me get naked again and then fuck a slave? Watch my erection, watch my butt thrusting up and down, watch...? But yes, I knew he was.

There was nothing for it but to go ahead. So I dropped my shorts and was glad that my cock was at least half hard, and a quick stroke at it and a little tug to get my foreskin right back and there I was, erect in front of another man (and a slave, but that doesn't count as I've been erect with Greg hundreds of times). I don't care how carefree you are in a locker room with lots of other naked guys, especially if you have a good-sized cock as I do, but there's something different about being erect, isn't there - and especially as Dave was sitting there in his clothes. I mean you spend all your time in a locker room trying not to get erect, and grabbing a towel if it feels as if you are. I'd kept my polo on and now as I strode across the room I could feel the hem rubbing along the top of my ass, and it hanging in my pubic bush at the front. I thought about taking it off, but felt that I preserved some dignity at least with it on.

I stopped in front of Jason's head, not his ass, and tugged his head upwards - realising that Dave's haircut for him looked short, but was very conveniently long enough to get a grip on. I'd seen enough porn videos to know what to do, so snapped "Open up, boy, and suck on this. This is the only lube you're going to get, so do it well! And if I feel any teeth, I'll not only cane your ass, but your balls, too." I thought that sounded suitably tough and experienced.

I thrust my cock in and began to fuck his throat - deep. Jason began to gag, and then his whole body writhed as he started to really choke and almost vomit. I pulled out and thrilled to hear his desperate rasping breath as he tried to suck air in, and to see my cock coated with that thick mucus-like slime you get when a man's gagging. So in again, and again. So when I'd had enough, as I thought I might shoot my load, I stood there with immense satisfaction as Jason's body thrashed up and down and he heaved and gagged. And his mucus was dripping off my cock.

No time like the present, I thought, so I moved to Jason's ass, feeling my cock bounce up and down in time with my steps - again, not something I was really used to as I was generally only erect when sitting or lying down. I slapped him hard a few times - that fantastic stinging sensation in the palm of my hand as I did so really spurred me on. Then positioned myself and thrust forward - and I don't care what Dave had said about loosening Jason on "the ladder", he was still really tight and tried to resist. So I slapped him a few more times, hard enough to make him cry out so that he would know I was in control, and went in again this time holding my cock rigid and really thrusting forward.

Well, you all know how it feels like, don't you? As a man's ass grips your cock, and you feel the silky heat surrounding you? But I was in no mood to really go slowly and savour it - I was so aroused, so excited, so absolutely turned on that I fucked and fucked and fucked. I was aware of hearing Jason's cries of pain as I utterly violated him, but my own shouts of ecstasy... "Yes, yes, yes..." in time to my thrusts as I rode him almost drowned them out.

It's over all too quickly though when it's like that, isn't it? And soon that incredible excitement building inside me was too much. I threw my head back, thrust forward one more time, and felt that magical pumping as my cum was shot out and deep into Jason.

I could hardly move for a minute or so, then pulled out... But my cock was still craving sensation. I'm so sensitive when I've shot my load, but now I plunged my cock, coated with my cum and Jason's ass juice, back in, shuddering with the sheer pleasure of it all as the nerves in my cock send those exquisite sensations through me... Is it real pleasure, or is it pain?

I staggered back after that and sat on the sofa next to Dave, only then becoming conscious that my ass was covered in sweat from my exertions... But he smiled and said "That's why I have a leather one". He snapped his fingers at the naked slave boy who disappeared for an instant and then came back and pressed an open bottle of beer into our hands. As I've told you, I don't really like beer, I don't like drinking from bottles, but somehow it seemed so right to be sitting there next to Dave chugging it down.

I sat there panting, regaining my breath, and feeling really proud of myself as I'd proved I was a real man, able to fuck a great slave like Jason with another man watching. Then Dave said "Wow. That's really turned me on - I don't often see a real stud performance like that!", and I felt myself swelling with pride. "Look, I know he's your slave, but can I use him now, too?"

My cum was trickling down the inside of Jason's thighs and I gestured at it, and Dave simply shrugged. "You've lubed him properly ready for me! So if it's OK with you....?", and I nodded.

It's not really fair to get my impressions of it, but I honestly didn't think that Dave's fucking was as hard or intense as mine. Certainly Jason didn't thrash around and cry out as much, but perhaps he was really past that after me. Still, it was thrilling to watch his bum pounding up and down, and I noted for my own future use a number of interesting variations that I thought I'd try next time - pulling right out, and slamming right back in so there was a satisfying "slap" as his body crashed in to Jason's bum, for example. And I liked seeing Dave's low-hanging balls swinging backwards and forwards as he fucked.

Dave sat beside me afterwards and we put our arms along the back of the sofa in that companionable way that men do. Dave gestured, and the young slave boy came and knelt between my legs and began to lick my cock and balls! Seeing my concern Dave half laughed. "It's OK, I had your slave thoroughly flushed out, so the boy won't get any nasty stomach bugs from the shit - it's just cum and sweat, mostly."

"Doesn't he have a name?"

"Who? The boy? Well I suppose there's one in the records, but I just call him `boy' - I change them every few months and it saves remembering a new name."

I could only wonder at how the management of slaves can even deprive them of their names, but then thought of how some of the big agricultural estates with lots of slaves would manage - I suppose they just gave them a number or something.

The slave boy finished cleaning me up, and went to work on Dave. "So, let's not shower! We'll go down the pub and the other blokes will know we've had sex - I always reckon there's a special stink to sweat when it's come from a good bout of fucking and not only from hard work."

"They might think we've been fucking each other...."

"Don't be stupid! They know I'm a slave dealer, and they're all envious of the way I can fuck any of the stock whenever I want. Most of them are stuck with their wife, or girlfriend." He smiled and added "Mind you, I reckon they probably think I fuck the females..."

"Well don't you?"

He laughed again. "I know I'm not dealing at the top end of the market, but most of the male asses here are a whole lot better!"

Dave got up then and went and released Jason from the horse. He stood there in front of me, and Dave sat down again. "I think we need a little display whilst we continue to cool off, don't you?"

I nodded, and Dave added "And I can give you a little lesson in slave management, too." He looked at Jason and snapped "Kneel... Upright position. And wank."

Jason knelt with his knees wide apart and his heels together so the view of his cock and balls was open and unobstructed. He kept a straight back, but sort of lowered down so that his ass was resting on his heels and his calves and thighs were squeezed close together on each leg. Then, keeping his head fixed straight ahead and not looking down, he reached out and began to stroke his cock to erection as we watched.

"It's good to have your slave wank in front of you", Dave told me. "It reminds them that they're your property and not free men any longer. And you forbid them to do it any other time unless you have expressly agree to it. That way the slave is `on edge', and always ready for you if you want to use it."

Jason was really getting worked up now, frantically stroking at his erect cock and breathing hard. Then Dave pointed at the young boy and motioned towards Jason. The boy went and stood in front of Jason, spreading his legs over Jason's outstretched thighs, facing him so that his cock was in Jason's face. He stroked at his cock a fee times then pushed it into Jason's mouth. I suppose it's easy for a 16 year old to get an erection.

The boy's nice little bum was straight in front of us as he fucked Jason's throat, and it was extremely erotic to watch as Jason's cock was being wanked between the boy's open legs. I'm not sure if it was the boy or Jason who shot first, but Jason seemed to know that he had to swallow the boy's cum, and at the same time catch his own in the palm of his other hand.

Jason continued to kneel there then, his hand stretched out in front of him with the palm full of this thick white cum, as if he was making some sort of sacred offering to us.

"Do you want to examine it?" Dave asked me, indicating the cum. "I've had it tested of course and I can tell you that the slave's fertile - a very high sperm count actually. And as you can see there's a good load.... If you want to breed from him there'd be no problem. And I could also put him on my books as a stud for owners who want their bitches with a kid inside them, like that black one a few weeks ago.... I split the fee with the owners, and it can be a nice little earner for you.... Well, it is for me."

I shook my head, and thought how Dave had another revenue stream here - clearly there was more to slave dealing than simply selling slaves. Dave told Jason to lick himself clean, and we watched as Jason slurped his cum out of his palm. Look, I know most of us men have done that at some time or other - well, when you first find you can ejaculate when you're a kid you want to know what it tastes like, don't you? But to have to do this in front of other men as they watch you do it is quite different.

"It doesn't take much effort to have quite a good spectacle, does it?", Dave asked, and I had to agree that seeing the boy and Jason together like that had been arousing. "So now you've got two slaves you can be a bit inventive in getting them to perform for you - the more bizarre and demeaning the better, as it keeps them in check. And it doesn't have to be expensive - a cucumber, for example, can be used very inventively...."

I didn't want to ask Dave exactly how, or to remind him that expense was irrelevant for me, as I thought I ought to be able to imagine what Greg and Jason might be required to do. So instead I mumbled something about going to the pub as he had suggested, and Dave nodded but then asked about how I was going to take Jason away. We talked a bit and it seemed a good idea to have Greg come over and for both of them to go back together, so I called home.

"I can't.", Greg said flatly and almost defiantly. My communicator was on loud, and Dave look surprised when he heard this. "I haven`t got a transport authority."

He was right of course, but I could see I was losing face in front of Dave by having him speak to me in this way. So I snapped "Well fucking walk. No, run, then. It's only about eight miles, and I want you here fast! You've been looking as if you need more exercise lately." And with that I broke the connection.

Dave snapped his fingers at the boy, who went and brought us two more beers. Then he told Jason to go out to the showers and clean our cum off him. We sat there, side by side, and clinked bottles before chugging at them. Suddenly I was aware of the heat of Dave's naked thigh against mine, as we hadn't put our shorts back on after fucking. I glanced down and looked at Jason's cock, and I was somehow glad that it was about the same size as mine, as I'd had a niggling worry that somehow he'd be some sort of "super stud" with a longer, or thicker, or longer and thicker cock than mine.

"If we're going to wait for that slave of yours we might as well use the time productively", Dave half whispered, and as I didn't reply - well couldn't reply would be more accurate, I suppose, as I had no idea what he was talking about - he dropped his arm from the back of the sofa so it went around my shoulder, pulled me close, and pressed his lips to mine.

I was so amazed that I opened my mouth and Dave's tongue darted in. Then I was really grateful I'd practised kissing with Greg as I knew what to do, and almost immediately we were deep kissing each other, our heads bending this way and that in passion. And then I felt Dave`s hand on my cock!

By the time the boy led Greg in I was doing everything Dave did, so my hand was on his cock and I was stroking it as he stroked mine. And my other hand was slid up under his polo, tweaking his nipples, as he did mine. We were writhing around in passion, enjoying this first feel of each others bodies and it just felt so right. I knew this is what I'd been missing all these years as I had been too timid to make physical overtures to another man. Sure, in business I was brave and bold, leading from the front. But I'd never dared reach out and touch another man's ass casually in a pub, and I couldn't even imagine boldly standing there and feeling a crotch.

Even though I knew what I was doing was right, and that Greg was only a slave anyway, I shot to my feet as I noticed him watching us. Then I felt embarrassed at standing there with my cock hanging down from under the polo, a cock that was rapidly detumescing. Greg was looking at me as if he was pitying me - for fuck's sake, it was he who was the slave and I'm his owner. I had a great job, fabulous apartment, tons and tons of money and he was a slave who I could sell any time I wanted to, and yet he seemed to think himself superior to me in some sort of way. I suppose I knew, deep down, that it was this "straight" thing - Greg felt superior to me because he'd seen me and Dave having fun together as if we were "queer". I felt my anger rising that Greg should dare to be judgmental, especially about his owner, and I determined that sooner or later - probably sooner rather than later - I'd do something to remind him of proper slave values.

I'm a master of concealing my feelings though, as I've told you, so instead of showing my anger outwardly I calmly stood there in front of Greg and enjoyed the feeling of attaching a transport token to his collar - watching his breathing still labouring from his run, smelling the sweat from his pits and wet singlet. It was me in charge, me who'd ordered him to run here, me who was letting him go back on the tube rather than run again. And as I fiddled with the fastening I let my cock rub up against him to remind him that I could do what I wanted with his body.

Jason had put on his shirt and shorts and I fastened a token to his collar, too - I noticed how Dave's processing had included the collar which was a perfect match with Greg's, and then I ordered them to go back to my apartment, and they left. I'd have been more than happy to sink back on to the sofa with Dave then, but he said "Right, then, off to the pub for us...." So I had to pull the shorts on, and realised I needed to piss after all that beer, and went into Dave's bathroom and stood there relieving myself. It was a complete shock when Dave came in and stood next to me, pulled out his cock and began to piss too, letting his stream mingle with mine - so much of a shock that I dried up as something inside me shut off with that little pain you get if you try to stop pissing for some reason.

I was angry with myself as Dave might think I was ashamed of the way I pissed, and forced myself to start again, and the smell of my piss drifted upwards mixed with something different - I realised it must be Dave's piss, which would smell differently as we ate different things. But we stood there then watching each other as we expressed the last traces of piss out from out cocks, and stuffed our cocks back into our shorts.

There were some women in the pub which was only just along the road from Dave's place, but most of the customers were men - and mostly under about thirty five, I reckoned. "Work wear" - cheap jeans, sweatshirts, scruffy work boots, unfashionable trainers, seemed to be the dress code, and although I'd rather have had a glass of wine or a G & T, Dave ordered a couple of pints without even asking me. So we stood there amongst all the others drinking it down, very quickly, and then I realised it was my turn to buy Dave one, even though I didn't really want one myself. But I noticed that no one bought one drink - you had to get one for yourself as well as your mate - and I didn't want to appear odd so I ordered another two pints (I'd heard Dave's order so I knew the odd slang he used for the beer he liked and was glad I hadn't actually said something like "Extra special Old Peculiar" out in full as I knew some of the men around the bar might snigger. It was a problem paying though - I had no cash as I was in Dave's borrowed polo and shorts, so I pulled out my communicator and handed it to the barman so he could wave it over the terminal to pay as usual. But it didn't work - and the barman said the payment had been refused.

Well that was stupid, as I've got unlimited credit, and I was about to tell him so but fortunately stopped - what would they think here if I said that? So I mumbled at him to try again, and this time it worked. But even so I felt myself blushing as I heard a man close to me at the bar muttering to his mate about "fucking toffs flashing their wealth about with a fancy phone like that."

All this beer was getting to me as I'm not a big drinker, but fortunately Dave steered me to a table and we sat down. I noticed him eyeing the men standing around, and he noticed me noticing him and leaned closer so he could whisper "Future stock for me, most of the blokes in here. Look at them.... all labourers, most of them with no qualifications. Most of them with a wife or girlfriend with one or two kids.... Struggling to make ends meet as it is, and coming in here for a bit of peace and quiet they can't really afford - they'd be better off buying drink from the supermarket rather than paying these prices. And sooner or later slaves will take over their jobs, and when the social security runs out and they can't pay the rent, or the upkeep of the kids, they'll be enslaved and sold off. Sad, really! Some of them - well the younger ones - have got good bodies. Look at that one...." Dave gestured and I saw a tall guy, nicely muscled, leaning on the bar and showing a nice bubble butt in his tight jeans. "I reckon he could make quite a lot of money selling himself up on Hampstead Heath. There's a lot of blokes who'd like to suck him off, or, more probably, let a big tough rough-looking bloke like that fuck them... If he worked it properly he could have a nice little nest egg before they moved on to some new boy.... He could get some training, or move abroad, or something."

I was shocked. "You mean be a prostitute...? He's probably got kids, as you say most of them do, and he's handsome enough to have some girl fall for him... "

Dave laughed at me. "Oh come on! I'm not talking about what he wants. He'd probably hate fucking some flabby old ass. This is about money - he goes up to the Heath, he flashes himself about a bit, he does the deed, and he gets paid. There are a lot of men who want sex with other men and who don't want to go with a slave in one of the sex places. They want the excitement of picking up a man, preferably a so-called `straight' man, and having him do what they want for money. And if he looks uneasy, doesn't really like it... Well, it makes it more erotic for them, doesn't it?"

"I suppose so..."

"And what's the alternative? As I said, he's probably heading for enslavement. He possibly recognises it, but doesn't know what to do about it... It's kind of inevitable for a bloke like that. And then he won't be doing what the customer wants, even though he doesn't enjoy it: he'll be following his owner's commands, being used in whatever way his owner wants! And far from fucking some bloke's ass on the Heath, it will be that rather nice bum of his that will be taking cock, most probably."

Dave took another big swill of his beer and so I did the same, and he went on "It's a pity really. I sometimes think I ought to come in here and recruit some of these blokes - tell them what it's all about. Get them to plan for the future. Let them use some of the slaves so they can see that they can suck and fuck a male if they try. Then advertise them - discretely - to `discerning gentlemen who enjoy freedom' - some crap like that. And take a cut of the fees, of course! If I had time to do it, it could be a nice little earner for me, and not so dependent on the ups and downs of the slave trade."

"...only to the ups and downs of the bodies", I added, smiling at my humour, and enjoying Dave seeing the point, too.

I had to eat a pretty dreadful meal that Dave ordered - and pay for another couple of pints. I suppose it wasn`t all that bad really - a big steak and kidney pie and chips - but it's not the type of food I'm used to, where quantity is more important that quality. And my head was starting to spin from the alcohol.

I had to go out to the gents for a piss and Dave followed me, and like in a lot of pubs there weren't individual urinals just a long metal trough along the wall. He stood right beside me, even though there was a lot of room, and my piss almost dried up when I saw he was looking at me, rather than his own stream, but I managed to get it started again. I suppose it's something real mates do - piss together - and it did remind me a bit of my time playing rugger when the whole team would line up to piss together. But we never did what Dave did next, which is to reach down and hold my hand as I was shaking my cock and expressing the last few drops.

"Someone will come in...", I said, trying to sound calm and to give him a reason to let me go rather than saying that I don't like being touched like that. So he did, and we zipped up and went back to our table to finish the meal. As we sat there then Dave's hand groped at my crotch - it was under the edge of the table, so I couldn't use the excuse that someone would see, and in spite of my terror of public exposure I found myself going erect as he stroked away at me through the thin shorts. He turned his head to face me too, and there was an amused smile playing on his face.

"Nice....", he muttered. "Are you ready? Let's go."

I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be ready for, but I wanted out of the pub as although looking at the other men was arousing, I really was scared they might see Dave doing stuff and I began to imagine all sorts of consequences as they set on "queers" as they probably thought of us as.

The air outside hit me and my feeling of light-headedness from the alcohol got a lot worse - I almost stumbled, and Dave put his arm around me to steady me.

"Dave... Someone will see...."

"So? They'll only think I'm doing what I actually am doing, helping a mate who's had just a bit too much to drink!"

As soon as we were back in his place, in his private quarters, he started to kiss me again though, and I responded, passionately. I could still taste the steak and kidney, and the beer, in his mouth. And then, as we carried on, he pulled my polo up over my head and began to rub himself against me - the feel of his shirt against my bare skin and my nipples was somehow really erotic. And I made no attempt to stop him as he undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor, so his hands could then slide all over my bum and start to stroke my cock. I did the same to him then, and we stood there, our arms racing over each other, our mouths locked together, and then I held our erect cocks side by side and began to stroke us. I always think the feel of another man's warm cock lying all along my own is a fantastic sensation, and it does of course also let you compare yourself with him - Dave's might have been a fraction longer, but mine was thicker.

He broke off, muttered "Sexy, aren't you? Come on, then...." and led me off in to his bedroom and we fell onto the bed, a tangle of arms, legs and bodies. There was one hell of a lot of foreplay then as we writhed around in passion, until I felt Dave`s finger prying at my asshole - I'd been enjoying him sliding his finger down my ass crack, and caressing that bit between my balls and asshole, and I'd been doing the same to him. But there was no way I was going to let him get a finger inside me, and I twisted and turned so my finger was pushing at his hole, too.

We carried on, almost wrestling, and neither of us cold make progress. We were, as I've told you, about the same size and weigh, and whereas Dave's muscles have come from working hard around the place, I was a regular gym user so I reckon we were about the same strength. After a few minutes - and it was kind of fun - Dave suddenly stopped.

"Come on, I want to fuck you.... Stop playing hard to get."

"Come on, I want to fuck YOU.... Stop playing hard to get.", I responded. And added "And you're the host, and you should do whatever it takes to make a guest happy, so get your ass in the air..."

"And a guest should go along with what his host wants, so get YOUR ass in the air", he shot back.

We both relaxed then, and lay there, our bodies wrapped around each other, feeling the heat and sweat we'd generated, and breathing hard through our laughter.

"Look, I fuck. I don't get fucked." I told him.

"Me too."

We lay there then, laughing together. "So what do we do now?", I asked. "I really want to fuck. We could toss a coin to decide who fucks, or I suppose we'd better wank each other...", and I reached for his cock.

He pulled my head towards his and kissed me again, stroking my cock. Then almost whispered "Much as I'd like to play with your cock and have you play with mine, I need the real thing tonight. And I don't bet on fifty-fifty odds."

I was worried he was going to make some sort of unpleasant scene as I hadn't known him well enough or long enough to understand how he'd react to being deprived of sex - I mean, that's how rapes get started, isn't it. But instead he shouted out, loudly, "Get your ass in here...."

The young slave boy came through the door and stood there, and Dave snapped "Get naked and get in here".

I looked with something approaching panic as the boy dropped his shorts and stood there for a moment. He was totally body shaved, that only added to his air of youth and innocence. And all sorts of thoughts raced through my head - I mean, it's one thing to think a young guy - a very young guy - has got a nice-looking bum when you see him in jeans or shorts, and quite another to realise you're going to have to fuck that little bum, fuck it with someone else watching you. But even as I watched he lay down in the gap that had opened up between our bodies and put his arms around Dave and pulled himself close.

Dave slapped his bum - not hard, I suppose. But the sound shot around the room as I was not expecting it. "Manners!", Dave snapped. "You know you're supposed to treat guests properly!"

Now my mind was in turmoil - Dave had had other men like me in this situation! I shouldn't have been surprised, I suppose, but up until this point I'd thought I was somehow special, as he was to me. But there must have been a lot of experience as the boy knew what to do - he turned around so he began to hug me, sliding his body up and down against mine so his cock kept brushing against mine, arousing me.

I was, frankly, embarrassed. I know "three ways" are supposed to be erotic and a lot of men would envy me being offered this young slave to fuck. But I didn't like the thought of Dave watching me. And didn`t much like forcing my cock into such a young boy, either - I prefer older, meatier guys, as you know. And although it was perfectly legal as the boy was old enough - just - to be a slave, it somehow didn't seem right.

Dave and the boy seemed to know what they were doing though as the next moment I was lying on my back, my head cradled on Dave's outstretched arm as he too was on his back, and I was breathing in the heady scent of Dave's sweat from his pit and the boy was kneeling over me, sucking my cock. And not just sucking it - really taking it deep down his throat, and stroking my balls and my taint as he did so. I was helplessly erect, and Dave kissed me again and again and used his other hand to tweak my nips playfully, and I felt myself moaning and twitching and throwing myself around in sheer ecstasy.

The boy then straddled me and lowered himself on to my cock, and began to pump up and down, and as I had with Greg, I simply couldn't help myself pushing up and thrusting into him. I was on the point of shooting my load when he stopped, and with a lovely agility went and crouched on Dave's cock to continue. My cock was aching and even though it was covered in the boy's spit and sweat I knew that some of the shiny wetness on my cock head was pre-cum. I wanted desperately to wank to finish myself off, but found myself kissing Dave as he had me, and playing with his nips so that he too was writhing and moaning under the boy.

The boy returned to me then, and then back to Dave, and back to me.... And I reckon it could have gone on all night as he seemed to know when to stop so we were just on the edge of shooting. And he was very light, and seemed to have a lot of power in his thighs and legs so probably could have continued without tiring. But I wanted, no, needed, needed very badly, to shoot my load, so as my climax neared again and the boy went to get off me, I pulled my arm from under Dave, reached out and put both hands on his skinny shoulders, and held him down on to me as I thrust upwards one last time, moaning and shouting with the sheer unadulterated excitement of it all.

Then I lay there, by belly and chest heaving up and down as I watched him ride Dave to climax too. And after that Dave and I lay there, kissing, our hands on each others sweaty bodies, as the boy lay between us, but half off the bed so his head was down by our cocks, and he gently licked us clean. We didn't say anything, just smiled and kissed, each knowing the other had had a fantastic time. And I was so relaxed now, so confident that I'd shown Dave that I was at least as good at sex as he was, so untroubled by anything, that I drifted into sleep.

It was 04:30 when I woke. Woke with a start. Woke and lay there and thought "Where the fuck am I....?", as I knew I was not in my own bed, and not in a hotel. Then as I started to get over the shock and felt a hot body spooned into me, felt hot breath against the back of my neck. I knew it wasn't Greg as if I did let him stay in my bed it was me who spooned in to him, and now there was a cock pushing gently at my ass crack, and a hand resting lightly on my belly. Dave, of course, I now rationalised, and went to move slightly only to find something pressed against my cock. The boy, something else told me. It was the boy, lying against my legs and with his face in my pubes. It probably only took me a second to think all this and then the headache struck me - I don't drink a lot, as I've told you, and all those pints last night had left me with a hangover.... And I was hot and sweaty, and felt faintly nauseous.

I needed desperately to piss, and began to worry that perhaps I should slap the slave boy awake and do it into his mouth as he lay there - that's the sort of things I'd seen in the porn stuff, but I'd never tried pissing into anyone's mouth, let alone a young boy's. And that made me realise that I wasn't thinking straight! And then the thought began that perhaps Dave would expect me to use the slave that way, perhaps that was why the boy was lying with his mouth near my cock. And what was I going to say to Dave? I wasn't used to spending the night with another man, didn't know the etiquette for the morning.... I mean it was easy with Greg as he was my slave, but Dave was a free man, and what was expected? I had no experience. If I was a man who panicked, this is how it would feel, I suppose.

As slowly and carefully as I could as I did not want to wake them I pried myself loose, hearing Dave's breathing change and him giving little moaning noises as I did, then stood there for a moment looking at his lovely body and that of the boy making such a contrast. My head was pounding, and I stumbled to Dave's bathroom and shut the door and sat down to piss as I didn't want the noise of it splashing around to wake him. Then I walked back into the living room and found my clothes, and pulled them on. I didn't want to risk having a shower.

I suppose I was lucky to get out in to the street without setting off any alarms - surely a slave place would have them in case any of the slaves tried to escape, I kept thinking. But perhaps not in Dave's private quarters. Or perhaps his slaves were such low quality that they lacked the initiative to try to leave.

The tube to Stratford, and then the tube to Canary Wharf, were not enjoyable. At that time in the morning, just after the first trains, they're full of "workers", and slaves. And although I got a seat as the slaves had to move, I felt everyone was looking at me as I was in a suit and tie and the workers were in jeans and overalls and stuff like that. I stank of sweat - or so it seemed to me as I moved and breathed in my own scent - and perhaps there was something that told them that I had only recently had sex. Had sex with another man, and a boy. I'd often wondered that about men I saw on the tube, and now they'd all be thinking that about me.

I keep a complete change of clothes at the office, and showered and shaved in my private bathroom. So I got in a good two hours work before the first of my people began to arrive. And, as you might expect, Sam was amongst them - poking his head around my door and saying cheerfully "Had a good time with Uncle Dave last night, sir?"

End Of Part Twelve