PASSING
A story by Pete Brown (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)
Part Seven A breeding. Encounters with a slave trader.
When we got back to Dave's place and went through in to his living room Greg scrambled to get to his feet, as Timmy already had. Greg was hampered by the black girl being all over him again, and he really had to push her off to be able to get to his feet. His zipper on his fleece was pushed down to his navel and he looked erect judging from the bulge in his jeans- well, I suppose a guy like Greg would be with a girl rubbing herself all over his chest, as he always says he's "straight".
Dave sat on the sofa and motioned for me to do so too, which I did, then he told Timmy to go out and get us a couple of beers, which he did - I protested that I didn't want any more, but Dave brushed my objection aside telling me that we needed a beer as there was more entertainment on its way. "I've sold the girl", he said casually. "To an old guy. A really old guy, who can't actually get it up any more. And he wants her pregnant. So we're going to get Timmy here to show us how he can perform - he was enslaved for spending too much time with the girls, as I've told you."
He pointed at Timmy, standing there in his tiny shorts with a hugely noticeable bulge in the front and said "Drop `em". Timmy did, and as the waistband cleared his cock it reared up to be almost parallel to his belly.
"But why...?"
"Look, if you've got a male slave who's too frisky for you the solution is simple - you take one or both of its balls of to calm him down a bit. Nowadays it doesn't even have to spoil his look, as you can have prosthetic ones put in - and some people even think that their slave looks better afterwards, especially if you use stainless steel balls as they are heavier and so hang a lot lower. Mind you, I don't usually recommend it..."
"I'm glad! A guy losing his balls...."
"No, you really are naive about the slave business, aren't you. It doesn't mater about the slave, it's the ongoing expense." Dave saw me looking puzzled and went on "Think about it - you have prosthetics installed so as not to spoil the `look' of the slave. So presumably it's got a pretty nice body, good muscle tone, all that kind of stuff that owners like. So if you take its balls off it will then lose that as the male hormones fade away.... So you have to give it hormone shots regularly. And the manufacturers know what it's being used for, so they ramp up the price!"
I nodded, and, warming to his subject, Dave went on "It's different with females of course - no balls! And no real equivalent that you can take out, either. So if you want to calm a female down you get it pregnant. After the first month or two it's in no state to be frisky or rebellious. Then when it's got a pup the problem's solved: all you have to do is threaten to sell off the mother, or the pup, separately. Most of them will then do anything to try to stay with the pup... So prefect behaviour. Problem solved."
I nodded. I could see the sense in that. And Dave went on "...at least until you decide to sell the pup anyway - young `bred' slave go for good money, you know. But by then you've had time to plan to get the slave pregnant again, and you can carry on repeating the cycle... Until the slave is so old you don't fancy it anyway."
"So this old guy...?"
"Well, as I said, he can't get it up! But in any case a lot of owners of females don't want to get them pregnant themselves, as they don't like the thought of selling the pups who are their own kids. So I do a fair bit of business in making it all happen.... And it can be fun, as we shall see."
He nodded at Timmy, who advanced on the black girl, his cock bobbing proudly in front of him. I initially felt a bit sorry for him as he was after all only sixteen, and she was a lot older. And really sorry as she sprang at him and started to beat at him with her fists, shouting "Keep away from me...." and stuff like that. Then she tried to rake across his face with her long fingernails - there was some blood as she half succeeded, and reached down and tried to grab at his cock.
That seemed to galvanise Timmy into action, and he simply hit her, or should I say slapped her, slapped her across the face, hard. And even a sixteen year old, a sixteen year old in great physical condition, can strike a mean blow. She staggered, and fell. And then Timmy was on her!
Dave and I sat there and watched as this was so much more exciting than the bout in the pub, where it had been a whore paid for it and a young guy wanting it, egged on by his mates. All the other men around and the shouting and the noise kind of cut us off from the action a little, made it seem remote in some way. Here though she certainly didn't want it, it was happening directly in front of us, and there were no other sounds to disturb the sheer animal noises of a male in rut and the screams of the female as she realised she had no option but to accept a cock. Mind you she was raking Timmy's back with her nails as he fucked away and there was a lot of blood starting to flow - but somehow that added to the excitement.
Dave shuffled a bit and out of the corner of my eye I saw it was so he could unzip and get his cock out, and he began to stroke himself. I'd seen his cock in the gents at the pub and thought it was a good one, but now in its erect state it was magnificent! And as he worked away and his foreskin retracted I was almost overcome by the sight of his dark red cock head, glistening with pre-cum.
Then I began to worry. What should I do? I'd never wanked in front of another man before - ell, except Greg, and he's a slave, and I suppose that doesn't really count. I was hard enough - seeing Dave's cock had started that. If I didn't do something, Dave might think I was odd. But actually my mind was kind of made up for me as my cock was straining so hard now that it was almost painful as I watched Timmy's young buttocks pounding up and down right there, so close I could almost touch them. And I could smell the male odours of Dave, pressed so close to me on the sofa So I too "eased" myself and my cock sprang up - a really good, really hard erection. And almost without thinking, I began to stroke myself, too. I couldnt help tearing my eyes away from the sight of Timmy to take a closer look at Dave, either - and I felt at first relief, and then pride, as I realised that my cock wasnt smaller than his as I had feared it midget be as he was such a big, tough "masculine" guy; it might even be a bit longer.
The trouble with having such a young guy as Timmy fucking is that they've got no control. Almost as soon as he had begun it seemed, he gave a great shout and thrust himself deep into the girl one last time, then lay there, panting. Her screaming and whimpering had died away and she stopped slashing at his back and simply lay there, beginning to sob. Timmy started to pull himself out and up, but Dave reached forward and slapped him hard on his left bum, saying "Not so fast, my lad! You stay in there - we want all your little swimmers to have a as good a start as they can get."
Dave looked at me then, as we sat side by side stroking our cocks. He looked not only at my face, but down at my cock. I began to blush as I realised my cock head was slippery with pre-cum too.
"Too fucking quick, wasn't it? I reckon you and me deserve a bit more time to get off."
I nodded, secretly pleased that Dave was treating us as equals. "So why don't we get that slave of yours to dip his wick in? Let's see how an older bloke makes out. It should take a bit longer, anyway."
I nodded again, then realised what I'd done as I saw Greg really glaring and was about to say something. I was terrified that Greg might refuse, and Dave would see that I wasn`t a "proper" slave owner, with a slave who simply obeyed. I've told you how Greg really wasn't happy with sucking me off even after a long time, and now I didn't think he would agree to fuck in front of us. Then I stopped myself thinking those thoughts, it was all wrong! Greg didn't need to "agree" with anything! He was a slave, my slave. And slaves should obey.
"Get naked", I called out to Greg. I saw him hesitate but before he could actually refuse I said casually to Dave, loud enough so that Greg could hear. "This should be good. The slave is always telling me how he's `straight' - and that's what he was enslaved for actually, fucking some woman or other. But I've never seen him in action with a female."
That sounded good, I thought... "Never... in action with a female" kind of implied I'd seen him fucking males lots of times - Dave would think I was perfectly normal. Then to make sure Greg got the message I went on, to Dave, "I've been thinking of selling him and getting a younger slave - another ex-soldier, like him. I guess I could ask you to sell him for me? You must get a lot of `difficult' ex-soldiers in here. And you could do a trade-in?"
Dave nodded, and I could see my message was getting through to Greg. I knew he was terrified of being sold, as he knew life with me was pretty good and a new owner of an older slave would almost certainly only use it for hard labour and toil. As we watched, he finished unzipping the fleece and tossed it aside. Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down and it was good to see he was at least ready for action - his cock was rock solid, jutting out in front. Not as high as Timmy's had been, but then you expect that, don't you - an older guy, much heavier built with a much thicker cock - it's not going to be a real belly-slapper.
Dave let Timmy pull out and get to his feet and he was still half erect - another benefit of youth, I suppose. Dave and I sat there and I could see he was doing the same as I was, comparing and contrasting the two slaves with their very different physiques. Seeing them side by side was an erotic scene in itself, and my cock went even harder, if that's possible!
Greg's technique was quite different from Timmy's. For one thing he didn't just fuck her, but he played with her tits, cupping them in his big hands. Then after he'd entered her in the "missionary" position I guess you'd call it, he pulled out, flipped her over on to her belly, put is arm under her to haul her to a kneeling position, and went in doggy-style.
It was utterly thrilling, and it went on and on, and Greg's big powerful buttocks seemed to be tireless in pounding up and down. I was watching so intently that I didn't feel at first Dave's hand on mine as I wanked, until he pushed it down a bit so that he was stroking my cock too! I sat there thinking about what Dave would think if I tried to stop him touching me like that, then realised I didn't care - it felt good to have another man's hand on my cock, especially as Dave started to take control by changing my natural pace.
Greg gave a great sigh then and I saw his body relax. He let the girl down on to the floor, but stayed in her, his body sprawled all over he and her arms and legs sticking out from under him. The contrast between her jet black skin and Greg's tan made it somehow extra erotic.
Before I could do or say anything Dave pushed his face close to mine and whispered "I think you and I have some unfinished business.... Come on..."
Still holding my cock he got slowly to his feet, and I really had no choice but to do the same. He didn't let go and led me across the room using my cock as if it was a handle almost, both of us shuffling a bit awkwardly as we tried to stop our trousers and underwear from tripping us up.
Dave led me in to what I assume was his bedroom. Very masculine - no ornaments, just a couple of chests for his clothes, I suppose, and a big bed. A very big bed. With very severe, dark grey bed linen. We stood there facing each other, Dave let go of my cock, put his hand behind my head and pulled my face against his. His tongue pushed at my lips and I had no option but to open them to let him in, and then all of a sudden we were kissing, kissing passionately. We were almost snarling, as if we were tigers, as with arms around each other we carried on kissing, really deep kissing, as if our tongues wanted to bury themselves in each others throats. We broke off, and almost tore each others shirts off in a frenzy. Dave's head bobbed down and I cried out with the sheer unexpected shock as he bit my nipples - not hard - but it was so sensual as his head swayed from side to side nipping at one and then the other. I began to laugh, laugh uncontrollably. No one had ever done this before and I had this strange feeling like when you're tickled - you want it to stop, but you want it to go on.
He stopped, and hugged me close and half whispered "You like that, don't you? A lot of men do. Hasn't anyone ever played with your tits before?"
I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to look inexperienced. So instead I bent my head and took his left tit into my mouth. It was so strange. The texture. The way it stiffened as I licked it. The salt taste of the sweat on Dave's skin. The faint tickling of his chest hair on my nose. I bit - gently enough I hoped - but was that little yelp from Dave pleasure, or pain? I moved to his other tit, and did it again. Then moved up and this time it was my tongue demanding entrance to his mouth, me pulling us close together as if I wanted us to fuse into one. His body was hot against mine, and my cock was twitching as all the movement was making it rub against Dave's (we are, as I've told you, about the same size).
It was probably my inexperience that made us stumble as our feet were still knotted in our trousers, and we fell back on the bed. But it was lucky, perfect really, because I was on top of Dave and as he sprawled there under me I was somehow reminded of Greg on top of the girl. I grabbed his wrists and pushed them down on to the bed, above his head, and began to kiss him again, and then moved down and this time as I bit into his hard tits it wasn't quite so gentle - Dave cried out, and struggled, but as you all know, when you're on top of another guy, even if he's stronger than you but you have his hands pinioned above his head, there's not a lot he can do about it as the mechanical advantage is all with you.
His struggles aroused me eve more, and I plunged my face into his armpits. I was assailed by the sheer virility of the smell of his sweat and wanted to lie there and breathe it in deeply, but something drove me on and I sank my teeth into the tender skin on the underneath of the top of his arms, getting more cries from Dave and little pleas to stop.
I raised my head and looked down at him, conscious that I was panting heavily, and recklessly laughing. I was so aroused and happy.
"Enough..." He gasped, "Enough.... Let's stop all this foreplay. My cock's so fucking hard it's painful...."
I realised mine was too, and rolled off him so were side by side, on our backs. Down the length of my body I could see my cock rock hard, waving about a little as my breathing was so deep and heavy that my body was moving. And there was a big drool of pre-cum glistening in the light. I didn't know what to do next - was I expected to fuck him? But I didn't have to worry. Dave sat up, then fell to his knees by the side of me and undid my shoes, pulled them and my socks off and then removed my bunched up trousers and underpants. I lay there as he then got totally naked too, then threw himself down on to the bed, but this time with his head on the pillows. I realised my own head was now exactly at the same level as his cock - a cock drooling pre-cum, as was my own.
Look, I've tasted another man's cock before. I guess we all have. It's something all men do at least once, isn't it? But I hadn't done it for a long time - it's Greg who sucks mine, and I had never wanted to suck his. But this was different - I moved over a little, half sat up, then reached down and slowly and carefully let my tongue slide over Dave's cock head, with its coating of pre-cum. He moaned. I let my tongue play around the flange of his cock, hearing him continue to moan softly as I did so, then really lapped at his frenulum, causing him to start to writhe gently under me.
It felt good. So good. But what was I going to do next? I was used to seeing Greg gagging and choking as I pushed my cock down his throat, and I didn't want to be like that. So I stopped, and hauled myself up the bed so we were face to face.
"You didn't have to stop...", Dave said quietly.
"I didn't have to..... But I wanted to...." Well, that was the truth. I was almost desperate as I didn't want him to think that I was inexperienced and didn't know what I was doing, I kissed him again. And then, feeling our cocks touch, reached down and worked them so that they were side by side, with my hand almost wrapped around them holding them together. Dave's wiry pubes tickled my cock head, and I guess he was feeling the same as we were so similar in size. It felt wonderful to have this warn, damp, slippery piece of him pressed all against me, and I stroked my hand slowly, a caress, really. Dave moaned. His hand joined mine. Clumsily at first, but then getting faster and pressing harder as our confidence and practice grew, we wanked our cocks pressed together like that. And we both shot our loads at the same time - I could feel some of Dave's cum on my skin through what I knew would be a sticky mess of my pubes. And I began to smile, then grin, then quietly chuckle as I knew he would be in the same way, with my cum all over him.
Dave put his other arm under his head and lay there, breathing heavily, as was I. He was silent for a few seconds, which seemed like minutes. Then with a surprising agility he half rolled off the bed, stood up, pulled the duvet - hard - so that it came out from under me, threw himself down beside me again and pulled the duvet up over us - right over us, so our heads were under it too. He was laughing softly as he pulled us together, his hand sliding up and down my sweat-soaked back. And as we moved the delicious scent of sweat, cum and... and "male" I suppose you could say, drifted up the bed at our noses. As we lay there in the darkness I could feel the beating of his heart, and hear his breath. It felt so safe. I felt so secure. It was so right.
The next thing I remember was a stinging slap on my bum! I came awake, wondered for a moment where the fuck I was, then remembered. I was sprawled on my stomach, my head cradled in my arms, and there was Dave, standing over me, smiling down. He was naked, but his cock was now hanging down normally. He was holding two mugs and I could smell tea. "Sleeping like a baby and snoring like a pig...."
"I don't snore."
"Well you give a remarkably good impression of it, then. Now, roll over, and make room for me...."
"Hey, my bum, it stings...."
"It's meant to! Only way to get you awake. And I get a lot of practice of slapping men's asses, you know. Normally a whole lot harder, of course. And usually I use a strap. Perhaps we'll try that one day. Now, shut the fuck up and do as you're told - I want to get in beside you again and I can`t do it with you sprawled all over the place."
We lay there on our backs then, propped up on the pillows, each holding a mug of tea. I could feel the heat of his body all along mine. I reached down and stroked his cock and cupped his balls.
"Fucking be careful, will you! I've got this hot tea here, and you're playing with my balls..."
I squeezed them gently, but not quickly so it was a surprise. Just relentless slow pressure. "That's for slapping my bum."
He turned his face to me and kissed me. "So, you like a bit of adventure in bed, do you? I'd marked you down as a pretty much vanilla kind of bloke. Still, owning that magnificent piece of muscle, and then getting that other slave with that small tight ass.... Perhaps I should have known you liked a bit of everything."
I was pleased to hear him think I was experienced, but there was a niggling worry, too, about where this was leading. "Yes, I guess so", I muttered, trying to sound noncommittal.
"So what shall we do when we've finished our tea, then? Who's going to fuck who?" He smiled at me again, and added "Or should that be "who fucks whom, for an educated bloke like you?" He paused a moment and went on "Or we could of course have Timmy and that big slave of yours in here. I haven't had a big muscular ass like your slave's for a long time. And you could fuck Timmy. That would be kind of fun - I have this big bed, but I don't often get another bloke who wants to play..."
"You don't OFTEN get another... You mean you do have men who want to?"
"Jealous already, are you? And you and me haven't even got really started yet."
I could see a way out now. "I'd love to stop and teach you a few new tricks, but it will have to be another time."
"Why?!
"I've got a conference call.... I must take it."
"It's Sunday!"
"Well unlike you self-employed people, I have to work when my employer fixes things. Sorry, but it's an important call..."
He grinned. "Hey, it could be fun! Take your call, and I'll lie here beside you playing with you. Let's see how you concentrate..."
Fucking hell! This was serious. I might bed discovered now not only to be a bit naive in bed, but to have lied about a call. "Sorry, but it will have to be another time... honest! There's all kinds of stuff on my PC at home I need as we're talking."
Before he could say another word I swung myself off the bed and started to dress. It was kind of uncomfortable to have him watch me as I tried to pull my underwear and trousers on, hopping from foot to foot. I've told you how I think it's kind of erotic to see slaves doing that, and now it was me doing it in front of Dave.
He still lay there, then said casually "See yourself out - I'm still horny. Send Timmy in as you leave, will you? I'll call you tomorrow and tell you haw I'm getting on with that other slave of yours, and perhaps you can come along tomorrow night and inspect progress.... And we could pick up where we left off, afterwards!"
I bend over and kissed him lightly, springing back as his hand snaked up to try and pull my head down. "Will do!".
END OF PART SEVEN