Someone Has to Do It

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 12

All that night Ian tried to calm me down. It didn't help much, as I don't think he understood the problem.

"Look, Steve", he said for about the fifth time "The master fucks you, so what's wrong with William fucking you, too? After all, a lad of that age will shoot almost as soon as he's started - and I've seen him naked just before you came, and his cock's no bigger than the master's, and so it shouldn't be any more of a problem to you..."

"You don't understand! Look, I hate taking cock anyway. I've been forced to do it here, but to be used as some sort of training tool for a sixteen year old..."

"Steve, methinks you do protest too much! After all, you were a trainer, teaching servants to take cock. You can hardly object now if you're just used slightly differently for training..."

"That wasn't the same! Those servants I used to train were criminals, they'd broken the law..."

"And you didn't, I suppose? Why were you indentured - remind me again."

"Because I was broke, I had no money, I couldn't get a job..."

"...which is against the law now. The state doesn't expect to pay you social security for ever. You were just as much a criminal in the eyes of the law as the servants you were training...."

"But it was different..."

"You're like those terrorists, Steve! You think you can pick and choose which parts of the law you can obey, and which parts you don't need to. Our society runs on the idea that parliament makes the laws, and everyone, that means everyone, obeys them. So you can't say you weren't a criminal just because you couldn't get a job - the law says you have to be able to support yourself. And if you didn't agree with the law, the way around it is not to break it, but to work to get a government elected that will change the law...."

He kissed me lightly, as he could feel my whole body tense against his, and went on "But anyway, all this is irrelevant. The fact of the matter is that you're a lifetime indenture, the master owns the indenture, you wear a control collar, an he has the controller. So if he chooses to use you to train young master William, that's it. He'll use you. And you may as well get used to the idea, Steve, and not be stupid about it."

He kissed me again, as I remained rigid and silent. "Steve, don't fuck it up - I like you, Steve. We all do here. And without your balls you wouldn't be the same Steve we all know and love. The master has already beaten you savagely, and I reckon that if you do anything foolish, if you put one foot wrong even, he might choose to make an example of you: think of how you'd have been thrilled if your dad did something utterly dramatic when you were at an impressionable sixteen! Don't give the master any excuse to 'prove' to young master William that he's a big, strong, tough owner."

"I can't do it, Ian! I can't let him use me like that. I've made up my mind - I'm going to escape. I'd rather die than live as a servant here any longer."

"Don't be such a stupid fucker! You know escape is impossible - the collar stops you even getting near the edges of this place. And even if you did manage to get out, by some miracle, they could easily track you as it's got a locator thing in it."

"But Marco goes out - every day, to and from the station, to the shops, the airports, even up to Rugby..."

"Yes, but there's a little thing in the car that means his collar is still OK providing he doesn't move more than a couple of metres from it - just enough to open the doors, get the luggage out, that kind of stuff. And anyway, just to make sure, Finch always shackles his ankle to the floor - there's a special anchoring point built into all BMWs and Mercedes now.... You should know that - don't you remember Marco telling us how embarrassed he was a few weeks ago at the airport when the mistress's plane was delayed, and he needed to crap? There are hundreds of lavatories at Heathrow - and some can even be used by servants - but he was confined to stay within three metres of the car by the shackling chain. So he had to squat down and do it in the middle of terminal six's car park.... And then to try and hide it from the mistress, when she got to the car... Poor lad!"

I lay there not sleeping much that night. I knew it seemed impossible, but I just had to get away. But the more I thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. That week, though, I started to make such preparations as I could - even though Ian disapproved strongly I went all around the edges of the garden, "testing" the perimeter control to see if there were any places where my collar didn't tingle if I got too close - there were none. And I asked Marco a lot of searching questions about the car - where the keys were kept, stuff like that. But he said "It won't do you any good, Steve. The transmitter thing in here that allows me to drive out of the gates is tuned only to my collar - if you were in the car, the normal perimeter defences would fire."

I even went and watched the rubbish collection closely, as I wondered if there was any way that as they dragged the wheelies down to the truck I might use the servants to "shield" me in some way - but of course they didn't use collar technology, and were just on the end of long tethering chains, so that seemed useless. Mind you, they did all stare at me as I stood there naked watching them - even in the summer these blokes doing the most menial jobs were at least allowed a pair of shorts! The only positive thing I could do was to start to accumulate some cash - the master and mistress were both very careless about money, and left it lying around in their bedroom when they came in and emptied their pockets and stuff - I suppose they knew the servants had no use for it, as we never went out. So when I was used by them and they weren't watching, I slid some of the euros off the side table: it was hard to smuggle it out, though, being naked - so I had to slip it into my boots.

It was all "displacement" activity, I suppose - I was pushing away the inevitable by trying to keep busy, trying not to think about what was going to happen to me by focussing on these other activities, even though deep down I probably knew it was useless.

William's birthday was on a Saturday, as it happened, and both he and Rob spend the day idling around the pool, before ordering Marco to take them to Kingston so that Rob could buy William some new flashy sports kit he wanted as a birthday present. Ian and I worked away, of course, but when I saw the car returning, I felt so desperate. Ian pulled me into the potting shed, put his arms around me, and with a huge sense of urgency in his voice started in on me. "Steve, you've got to stop this - your face, your body language... You're all tense... They'll see immediately that there's something wrong, that you're likely to do something stupid, and that will just goad Master Rob on.... You know what he's like! Pull yourself together, man - it's almost as if you're hell bent on bringing about your own downfall..."

"It's not me, it's them that's at fault..."

"Stop it, Steve! It's not me you've got to convince. All this silly talk is going to get you nowhere - the master will fuck you, and use you to teach master William how to fuck, whether you like it or not. We've been over all of this, and that's a fact of life. Just accept what you can't change, will you?"

Men don't cry, but if they could, I think I'd have clung to Ian then and just sobbed, almost as kids do when they're hoping against all the odds that something bad won't happen. But it's no use, is it? Life isn't like that. So I trudged back to the house, and then just sat there toying with my food and hardly eating the delicious rabbit pie that Pavel had made, and totally ignoring the baked apples and custard - they could all tell something was wrong, as normally I tuck in like a real trencherman because I work so hard that I need the energy.

I felt like a condemned man going to the gallows as Finch ordered me up to the bathroom to get thoroughly clean, and then led me back down to Rob's "study".

Inside, Rob and William were sitting on the big leather sofa, and when I stood there in front of them, Rob actually started to use me as some sort of anatomy lesson! It was so fucking humiliating, as he got William to stand there and feel my neck muscles so that he could tell how strong I was, and to dig his thumbs down into my shoulders - those little hollows at the base of the neck - "to see how you can make even a strong man flinch a little by a very small pressure." Then he showed Rob the faint marks of the bruising on my neck where Ian's enthusiastic love making had left love bites, and slapped me on the bum almost playfully, saying "So, Steve, it's really intense up there in the servants' bedroom is it?".

It was awful when he showed William how to fist roll my nips between his fingers so that they'd go stiff, and then how to dig his nails into my erect nubs and pull them out from my body so that I moaned and squirmed - and went erect, as I do whenever my nips are used like that.

Rob delighted in poking the tip of his little finger deep into my navel, and that made me gasp and squirm, too, and all the time he was saying things like "See, son, you don't need to be afraid of even a big man like Steve here - they all have their weaknesses, and you just need to know how to exploit them. Now, let me show you the real weakness that all men have...."

With that he gripped my balls, and started to roll each testicle round in the palm of his hand, separating them with my thumb. I was sweating all over as he did this, as we all know how much a bloke dreads having his balls touched as even the slightest wrong move can cause such agony. But then he told William to do it, and I really hated having the kid's fingers starting to stroke me there - still, he was sweating, too, as his fingers felt distinctly damp as Rob then encouraged him to stroke my cock at the same time.

Both of them ran their hands over my bum "to feel the power in those big muscles", and then Rob told William to push his finger down my crack "and explore for the hole." Well, you know how that feels, don't you, as a bloke's finger pushes around in there, and William wasn't experienced enough to know that you don't then just stab at a bloke's most delicate part with your finger nail!

Father and son stood there then, looking at me, and Rob commented "He's a great piece of flesh, isn't he? I used to work with Steve, and always liked looking at his body in the changing rooms, but I never thought I'd get an opportunity to actually use it as he was always stupidly shy. I was astonished that your mother and I had such similar tastes - it was she who saw him for sale - but it's not surprising, I suppose, as we like the same pictures when we go to galleries."

"But dad, doesn't he mind?"

"Oh, I think he does, a bit. But it doesn't matter, does it? There's a valuable lesson here for you, son:

you must work hard, get a good job, obey the law, or else you could end up as an indentured servant, as Steve has. And then you get no choice at all: we keep him naked, as he's easy on the eye; he has to work hard, or else I can punish him; and when your mother's not around, I can use him for sex - so much better to have a nice piece of meat like Steve here to play with, rather than just having to watch porno on TV, or having to wank yourself."

"Sure, dad... But I think I'd buy a woman..."

"Risky, son. First, your wife might object - it's one thing to fuck another man, as women all know that that's what men want to do anyway: they accept that it's part of our breeding, as the inevitable sign that one man is the better of the other. But fucking a woman - well, that invites comparison, doesn't it? And secondly, there's all the mess and inconvenience - on the day you want her she might be having her period or something, whereas Steve here is always available.

Thirdly, they can't be trusted: I've heard real horror stories of females failing to take their pills, or, if they're watched, smuggling in aspirin and taking those instead.... They think that if they've got their master's kid inside them, he'll start to 'love' them or something - no risk of that with a man. And finally, of course, we shouldn't forget that the servants aren't just here for sex, they have work to do, too - when you've got a place of your own you'll know how irritating it is to have to keep cutting the crass, digging the vegetables, and all that other stuff: a big strong man like Steve can do all that, whereas it would be e harder for the kind of woman you'd like to fuck - that Alexandra of yours, for example, wouldn't last a minute trying to push that heavy mower that Steve finds easy! But of course the real reason is that it's fun - in fact, potentially that's the biggest problem - a nice tight arse, with a handsome man's body around it, is a whole lot more satisfying than cunt. The only thing I'm worried about in teaching you about sex this way is that you'll find Alexandra a bit disappointing in September."

"No, dad - I get an erection just thinking about her..."

"But that's because you've got no experience with the alternative. You've got to remember that our genetic heritage predisposes us to have sex with men, rather than women - after all, the women stayed at home in the caves, and us men went off together hunting. And what do you think all those men did when they were away from the women? They spent more time fucking other men than they ever did fucking women, and so it's not surprising that most of us think that pounding a good, tight arse is the best thing in the world. It's our heritage, and it reaffirms us as men, and lets us show who's in charge, who's running things."

I could see that William was, to say the least, sceptical about Rob's homily, and like a lot of sixteen year olds being preached at by his elders, he just gave a little nod and a shrug, and didn't bother to argue.

Then I heard the words I'd been dreading. "Still, let the fun begin... Steve - on the horse, on your belly.", and then, in a lighter tone, Rob continued to William "For your first time I'm going to show you the kind of classic fuck one you can do almost anywhere, with very little effort. With his feet spread out on the floor and his body at right angles, you can easily get at his arse - you can't get in as deep as you can with him on his back, or crouched on all fours like a dog, but it has the advantage that you can do it anywhere: all you need to do is have the other man bend over something - a desk, table, the arm of a chair, then pull down is trousers and underwear, and there you are. It's the classic thing you might do in a public lavatory - no need to undress, no kneeling on nasty wet slimy floors... Just bend him over, pull them down, and away you go. And there's a certain excitement in having your clothes on and seeing the naked bum of the other man.... However, we don't need to bother about that - it will be easier if we strip, too..."

I heard that unmistakable sound of blokes stripping off, and the clunks as their belt buckles hit the floor. Then Rob's hand was on my bare bum again, and he said softly "Come on, son, come and stand right next to Steve.... Run your hands over his bum and feel the warmth of his skin., Then really get close and rub your body against his - let your cock stray into that lovely crack - no need to go deep at this point, just get the feel of warm flesh against your cock...."

Rob's tone changed then, as he said to me "And no nonsense, Steve! I'm not going to tie your wrists to the horse, as it will be more interesting for William to see how your hands scrabble around and you move your shoulders and arms as he really gets going - but remember, if there's any bad behaviour, you will be punished!"

So I had to lie there as I felt the soft skin on William's thighs rub against me, and his eager cock lying in my crack... And the little bastard was obviously entering into the spirit of the thing, as I could feel some variations Rob hadn't suggested, either - he rubbed his cock head all over the base of my spine, for example, and then slapped my bum a couple of times with his open palm, as much to excite himself as to excite me, I suppose.

"We could start to fuck him properly now, son", Rob said after a few minutes - you look as if you're about to cum, the amount of stuff that's leaking out of you..."

"I know, dad, but this is so fucking exciting - the warmth of him, the feel of the hairs on him as they slide over me, his sweat..."

"Well you could just plunge into him now, but then you'd be relying on your pre-cum to lube him - and that's OK: well, it is for you, although it can be tougher on him. Not that that matters. But for a first time, I think you want him nice and stretched and properly lubed, so you can slide in easily..."

"You're the expert, dad..."

"Right. Now you can buy stuff to do this, or if you want, it can be fun to go to the kitchen and get some olive oil... But the best way of all is to get the other man to provide it. It's one hundred percent natural, and it can even be fun getting it - if you're really close to the other guy, a bit of foreplay when you stroke him to climax adds to the excitement. But with Steve here..... Come on, come and sit next to me on the sofa..." His tone changed then and he almost snapped "Steve, over here - in front of us - on your knees, and get wanking. Pick up the ashtray to catch it in...."

Well, if I thought it was fucking humiliating to have to kneel and wank in front of my mistress, it was doubly so in front of Rob and William! They sat there on the sofa, naked and close together, and Rob had his arm casually draped around William's shoulders, as they watched me wank myself. And as I did, I could see William's cock rock hard sticking up from his lap, and the lad was playing with it, evidently enjoying he feel of his fingers sliding along it as he watched me.

Rob ordered me back onto the horse when I'd shot, and then I had the humiliation of feeling first Rob's fingers, and then William's, as they pushed my bum apart and then slid at first one and then two and finally three fingers, coated with my own cum, up inside me and forced my arse open. And all the time Rob was explaining how much fun this could be. "See how I rest my other hand on the small of his back as I'm stretching him? It doesn't really hold him down, but it makes him feel that I'm in control of him - and on a lot of men, there's a little tuft of hair there, too, and it can be really sensual to play with that as you have your fingers inside him. But don't be too gentle about this - really stretch him... Like this...."

I couldn't help but groan, and shuffle very uncomfortably, as Rob's three fingers now really tried to prise me apart. "If he's not feeling it, you're not stretching him enough", Rob explained. "And this is for our benefit, remember - you want a nice tight arse, but not one that's clamped rock solid shut as otherwise there's too much effort in forcing your cock in. But I think this about right... Now, you try it...."

The fucking kid made me moan and squirm, too, and not only did he have his hand on my back, but he slapped me several times again, too. I heard Rob ask "What gave you that idea...."

"Well, dad, I've seen some porn of course, and I think a lot of men like the feeling that you're capable of punishing them.... It doesn't hurt - much - after all."

"You're right, son. But there's another advantage of a servant I didn't mention: you have to really struggle sometimes to find a bloke who likes being really punished, but if you want, with a servant like Steve here, you can get excited and take the cane or tawse to him if it helps to excite you."

"Can I really cane him?"

"Sure! Try fucking him first, and then later on I'll show you a few tricks about using the cane, and the tawse."

With that I felt William's fingers pulling my bum apart, and then the hot tip of his cock nudging at my hole. He gave a little sigh, and then I almost screamed as, in his eagerness, he just forced the whole thing inside me, without stopping. He gave a shout of triumph, and then began a really pedestrian fuck - straight in and out, with no alteration in stroke or speed! But that's the normal exuberance of youth, I suppose, and it didn't go on for long - he suddenly gave a great cry, and stood there, his body pressed right up against me.

He stood there for some time, and then pulled out, and I watched as Rob gestured to him to go and sit close again on the sofa - Rob had his arm around William's shoulders again, and they were both laughing. "There, you're a man now! Your first fuck! Now very expert, but a whole lot of enthusiasm, son... But I'll tell you this: you'll remember the feel of Steve's arse long after you've forgotten a whole lot of others that you use in your life. The first time is always special."

"Hey, dad, what do you mean, 'not very expert'?"

"Ah, let me show you...."

As I watched, Rob got to his feet, stroked his cock to real hardness, and walked over to me, his cock bobbing up and down. And he gave me a real, hard pounding, using all the little tricks he liked. He varied the speed, the length of his stroke, and the way that sometimes he was standing upright and sometimes sprawled over my back so that he could use a different angle. And sometimes he almost stopped, and ground his hips around so that he was "reaming" me - that always gives you a really intense sensation, doesn't it? - actually so "intense" in the sense that it both hurt and was exquisitely sexual that I moaned out loud, no, not moaned, almost screamed.

Afterwards, when father and son were both siting together, William seemed almost awe-struck "Fuck me, dad - that was amazing."

Rob just grinned "It was pretty good for me too, you know - that is the point of it, after all, to give yourself the maximum fun and excitement. All this crap you read in the papers about 'mutual enjoyment' is just propaganda - the man who's doing the fucking is in charge, and you do it to get what you want. And that's true whether you're fucking a man, or a woman. Actually, especially so when you're fucking a woman - they go on and on about orgasms, but it's what you feel in your cock that matters: always remember that."

"Can I fuck Steve again, dad?"

"Of course! A young stud like you won't want to fuck just once a night. When I was your age I was doing it three times at least. But we'll do something a bit different, now...." His tone changed. "Steve, over on your back! And grab those ankles!"

I hated having to lie there as Rob ran his hands all over my sensitive inner thighs, showing how "even a little pinch of the skin here..." Caused me to shout and jerk around. And he encouraged William to rub my balls against my body with the palm of his hand "to emphasise to him that you're incomplete control".

Just as Rob was telling William how good it was to be able to really slam hard into me once he'd got started, as the feeling of his balls slapping against me would be very pleasurable (although I was expected to find it much less so!), I heard the phone ringing.

"Fuck! Just as we were about to get started. It's your mother - she said she'd call tonight. And I do have to speak to her..... Why don't you amuse yourself with Steve, and I'll go into the drawing room as there are some private things that husbands and wives say....."

Rob went off, and William came and stood between my splayed out legs as I gripped my ankles. He tossed his hair back out of his eyes in that characteristic way he had, and went to position his cock at me. "This is more like it, eh, Steve? I can see what I'm doing.... It's really good of you to shave all your hair off down here... The other men at school would call me a fag if I did that, but it's kind of neat..."

That was it. It was too much! I let go of my ankles and held him firmly between my legs. "You little fucker! Do you think I like the groomers coming in and shaving me down there for your dad's amusement, and trimming my pubes, and shaving my chest?"

"Let me go - you're hurting...."

"And I'm hurting too.... Not like this...." I squeezed my thighs together and he almost cried out as my knees pressed hard into his ribs "...but inside. Hurting with the humiliation of being used by your mom, your dad, and now you.... Hurting with the shame of having to go around naked all the time, with looking like a plucked chicken, rather than a proper hairy man...."

"Steve, let me go... I'll tell dad...."

I sprang lightly to my feet, and grabbed him. He kicked out at me and lashed at me with his fists, but it was absolutely no contest: I was much bigger and stronger than him, and my army training had taught me how to overcome prisoners! Within seconds he was lying face down on the horse, and I'd snapped the wrist manacles shut, so he was held there.

"Dad will punish you, Steve.. He was talking about having your balls off, and he certainly will now!"

"So I've got nothing to lose, then!" As I said this I slapped his bum hard very hard - twice, and he screamed. "See, a slap to a bloke's bum increases the excitement, doesn't it?" I said in a parody of the earlier conversation. But then I got really worried - no, not worried - exhilarated, I suppose: the adrenaline was flowing, and I knew the die was cast. After all that thinking about escaping, I knew now that I had no choice. If I didn't get away from this place somehow, Rob would certainly have my balls, and might even go ahead with stubbing.

I was desperate - the first thing they teach you in the army is to have a plan. And the second thing, to have a back-up plan, in case the first plan fails. And even after thinking about it for days, I hadn't got either. I stood there, uncertain as to what I was going to do, but then I heard the door opening.

Rob was taken totally by surprise as I sprang on him. I knocked him to the ground, and then before he could react and reach for the collar control, I ripped it off from around his neck and hurled it to the far corner of the room. He started to struggle, and I had to "subdue" him by a couple of blows to his gut, then I dragged him over to the sofa, and before he could recover I spread his arms along the back and tied his wrists to the legs using his expensive Hermes tie for one wrist, and the power cable from the TV for the other. He'd put on his boxers to go out and take the phone call, so I pulled them off him now.

"You fucking idiot, Steve! I'll have your balls off for this...."

"Rob, you really are stupid, you know that? Now you've told me that, I've got nothing to lose, have I?

So first I'm going to have a bit of fun, and then we're going to turn off the perimeter fence, so I can leave you and William here in peace, to enjoy each other..."

"Leave him alone, Steve! He hasn't done anything...."

"Oh yes he has, Rob. He's just fucked me. Against my will. And he was just about to do it again...."

"I told him to..."

"And he did it. He's a man now, sixteen, remember? A man has to learn to take responsibility for his own actions. And, as you said, it's time he completed his education.... He's only seen one side of sex Rob, and I think he deserves to understand a little more of the other... It will be quite like the old days, in fact, back at the training centre - I'll give William here a quick lesson in taking cock, and you can watch: I remember now how you used to be there on a number of occasions when I was breaking in the trainees... I think you likes to watch my arse pumping up and down, you pervert... Well, you're lying there comfortably enough, so enjoy..."

Rob started to shout and swear, with vile obscenities.

I wasn't worried about the other servants hearing as the study was pretty soundproof, but having a bloke hollering and crying like that is distracting. Still, William's briefs stuffed into his mouth shut him up, or at least really turned it down into frantic unintelligible mutterings, and I walked over to the horse, stroking my cock as I went.

My hand prints were bright red against the snowy white of William's bum - he was nicely tanned everywhere lese from the succession of foreign holidays the family took, but I suppose that as a younger guy he was embarrassed at public nudity and so had that band of white around his loins where they'd never seen the sun. I'm not a sadist, as you know, so I was pretty considerate to him then: some men would just have stuck themselves in to him, a kind of rape really, but I'm not like that.

He started to cry out as I took some of my cum from the ashtray and began to open him up and stretch him - silly stuff, like "No... No..." and "Please...". I slapped his bum hard again, moved to the front, and pulled his head up off the horse by using a big handful of that long hair as a convenient handle. "Shut the fuck up!", I snapped. "You wanted to learn all about sex, and I'm going to teach you. I'm going to teach you whether you like it or not, and all this noise frankly pisses me off. So I'd advise you to stop it unless you want your dad's boxers in your mouth - and if I have to do that, I won't hear if you really scream if I inadvertently hurt you."

I did it very gently - just pulling his bum apart and holding it there with one of my big hands as I pushed my other at his hole, and forced my finger it in. William gave a series of little cries and moans as I worked my finger away, sliding it in and out to spread the cum to lube him, and wiggling it around a bit to start opening him up. His cries got more insistent and urgent as my second finger went in, and of course like that you can really start to stretch a guy, can't you? I felt sorry for him, actually, and decided not to go for the third and fourth fingers - although it's easier to really stretch the hole like that, I've got powerful hands and wasn't doing badly with just two, and so decided to stop there. When I pulled out, though, I went around to the front, and ran my fingers right under his nose, so he could see and smell them. "Next time you're planning an evening of sex, boy, make sure you clean yourself out!", I told him. And then to emphasise the lesson I rubbed my hand all through his long hair, as he wriggled with embarrassment.

Rob was shaking his head, shouting, and twisting and turning his body in a vain effort to get free as I moved back to the end of the horse, and kicked William's ankles to make him move his legs apart. "OK, boy, this is where you really become a man!", I told him, and split his bum once more so I could guide the tip of my cock at his hole.

There's something special about taking a real virgin, I always think - it feels different, somehow. For one thing, they try to resist you, clamping their bum and their arseholes tightly closed - futile, really, as a ramrod hard cock pushed with a lot of force will always break in, and it just adds to the excitement and determination to do it, doesn't it? And I kind of think that it's always more silkily smooth that that of a bloke who's used to it. No - I'm fooling you! There's no way that the tip of your cock can distinguish between them at all - but there is a difference, a real difference: taking a virgin arse for the first time is so much more exciting as there's that knowledge that you're the first, and that he'll always remember you. And if it's unwilling, then there's all the writhing around, the efforts to keep you out, and the shouting and crying: it' just so amazingly exciting, and I think it triggers something deep in your brain that tells you that this is what a real man does - he overcomes everything so that he can utterly dominate and control the other guy in the most visible way possible. A man who's had your cock rammed up him knows who's the boss, who's in control, doesn't he?

I know they say that a particular pleasure of taking a bloke's cherry is that his hole is so tight it makes for a better fuck, but I haven't found it so, actually. Well, perhaps that's because I've got such a thick cock that every hole always grips me tightly - perhaps it's different for those unfortunates who have got something that's more like a piece of asparagus than a big pork sausage between their legs. So as I slid into William I was gripped very nicely, but he made a lot of noise, keeping on begging me to stop: look, if he was really hurting, I'd have done so. But some "discomfort" is inevitable, isn't it, especially if the bloke you're fucking is all tense and doesn't relax. But that "discomfort" is what it's all about - it's not really pain, like if you injure yourself. No, it's more like the brain can't tell if it's hurting, or if it's just completely and exquisitely pleasured, and I suppose young William just hadn't yet learned to appreciate it.

Still, I'm not a sadist, and I do like the other guy to enjoy it too, so once I had my whole length inside him I leaned forward (taking most of my weight on my arms) and nibbled at his earl lobes and nuzzled at his neck, to excite him a bit, and whispered "OK, then?"

"Please, Steve, stop..."

Keeping my voice really low, as I think that's somehow more sensual, and contributes to the atmosphere, I murmured "We've only just started, boy... Hang in there, and try to enjoy it as much as I'm going to.... Get ready for the first ride of your life..."

Well it was an epic fuck, even if I say so myself. I needed to take a long time anyway - I mean it's OK for young guys who can shoot a load every half an hour, but by the time you get to my age it takes you at least an hour to recover, and even then the amount of cum you get the second and third time in one evening is much smaller. So I was in no hurry, and I could show him all sorts of exciting things as I varied the pace, sometimes slow and languorous, and sometimes lots of short fast little strokes. And sometimes I went right in, and sometimes just a centimetre or two.

Then I pulled right back, arching my back to give me room, and slapped his bum playfully occasionally, and I also bent my knees so that the angle of attack altered, and he'd feel a different sensation on his hole. I haven't had a good fuck like that for ages, and by the time I did cum, I was totally exhausted and the sweat was flying off me.

I stayed buried in him as I leaned right forward over his body, allowing him to feel my heat, and rubbing up and down slightly so we slid over each other so sensually. I nibbled his earlobes again, and whispered "There! Now you're a man.... And now I'm going to mark you, to prove it, so you've got something to show Alexandra tomorrow...."

I bit into his neck and the tender flesh on the top of his shoulder so that there would be lots of love bites visible, and he moaned as I did so, and wriggled his bum sensuously under me. And then it was over, and I stood up, and gently slid out of him. His body looked so exciting as he lay there, the pale whiteness of his bum and thighs contrasting with the tan of his torso and legs, and his youthful muscles nicely stretched on the horse, that I was tempted just to take a rest and start all over again! But Rob was making such a fuss still, even though it was perfectly clear that I hadn't really hurt the lad, that I though Rob deserved to be taught a lesson too.

I went over to him as he lay kind of sprawled on the couch, and put my hands on the briefs protruding form his mouth. "Now, Rob, if you like I can take these out of you, and we can talk sensibly about what happens next.... "

He nodded eagerly, and I pulled them out of his mouth, and at once he stated really shouting "You bastard! You fucked my son!....."

Something needed to be done to stop him making that racket, so I slapped his belly, hard (very hard!) as he lay sprawled there with his arms stretched along the back of the sofa, so very vulnerable. And when he's stopped screaming and started again, I did it again. He just lay there then, looking really pissed off and furious.

"So, Rob, parts one and two of young William's education. What's next?"

"Nothing!"

"Oh come on, Rob. That's not being very inventive. Look, I think you owe it to William to come up with something better than that. I mean, he's just had an epic fucking, and if he doesn't have something to compare it with, he might forget just how good it was - sometimes things are only good by comparison. And I've been fucked twice.... So perhaps the best thing would be for William to take another cock, right now."

"Steve, if you get Marco or Pavel or Ian in here, they'll be subject to the same punishment. I'll have their balls off to!"

"Well, Rob, I'm glad you said that. Pavel and Marco wouldn't be much good, of course, but Ian can give it with the best of us.... But not now. No, I think we've got a better solution, more immediately available."

I went and sat down on the couch next to Rob and started to stroke his cock. "Yes, Rob", I crooned. A much better solution. And he's seen you in action tonight, so he'll have that image to help him understand what's going on.

End Of Part Twelve