Someone Has to Do It

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 2

I really wanted to go out for a few beers with my mates that night, but it was near the end of the month and I just didn't have the money. So I picked up a takeaway and went "home", if you can call the grungy place that, and forked it down. I'd lost most of the porn channels on TV earlier that month as I hadn't been able to afford the subscription, and there was nothing other than inane game shows or documentaries about wild life on the others, so I soon got bored. I leafed through some old porn mags, and even went online to see what was available, but as usual the local dating lines were all full of women wanting "sensitive men for a loving relationship". Jesus Christ, doesn't anyone just want to fuck anymore? I went to bed early, I was so bored, and then I had a problem - I wanted, no, needed, to wank, but I knew I really ought to "save" myself for the next day: In fact, I deliberately put the tissues out of reach so that it made it less likely that I'd start to wank. But you know how it is - you're lying there, your head is full of sexy thoughts, and your cock is straining so hard it almost hurts. I tried thinking about other things - like my overdrawn bank account, the overdue rent, the need to get my car serviced.... And soon went back to sex! And it doesn't matter, does it - once you've started thinking about sex, the only thing you can do is wank yourself.

At least that's fun - I don't know why a lot of blokes look on it as some kind of funny thing for a grown man to do. Personally, if you can't have proper sex, I think there's nothing wrong with it and it's a whole lot of fun. I deliberately took a long time to get there, though, "backing off" when I felt myself about to cum, and then starting again a minute or so later. And when I finally did lose it and went over the edge, I shot a massive amount. I carried on stroking myself as I like the feeling of my shaft covered in cum, and I knew I was moaning a bit as I did this as my cock's very sensitive once it's blown. Mind you, the bed was a bit unpleasant - as I turned over I felt all the stickiness on my hip and ass, and I remembered thinking as I drifted into sleep that the sheet would be even worse than usual the next night as it would be even stiffer!

I woke up late, and the Boss really hates it if you're not on time so I had to skip a shower, barely had time to scrape the razor over my face, and only just remembered to swallow a Cialis as I needed to be hard almost all day - at least they supply them from work, as I'd never be able to afford to pay for them. Then I had to drive like fury to try to catch up. I barely made it through the gates as the siren was blowing for the start of the shift, and when I got to the changing room, there was Rob as usual, cool, calm and collected, almost ready to go. He watched me as I stripped off my sweat shirt and jeans and hurriedly pulled on my uniform shirt and shorts, and I thought I caught him wrinkling his nose - well, if he didn't like a bit of manly scent, he didn't have to stand so close, did he?

He was getting ready to take his men out on to the training ground for some physical "toughening up", and I wished it was me doing that - I usually take the opportunity to go around with them, to "show them how it's done" as I think you can "encourage" them better when you're running alongside them, and it all helps to keep me fit. But instead of that I knew I was in for a more intense session with my two, and Rob saw me looking kind of glum. "For fuck's sake, Steve", he said, slapping me on the back, "Cheer up! You'd think you're off to a funeral, rather than for a day's uninhibited fun. Most men would pay to do your job, you know...."

"Ha fucking ha, Rob. It's OK for you, not needing to work.... But it's not so much fun when it's your livelihood, you know. And I feel sorry for some of the blokes... They're just like you and me. Well, like me, at least."

"Oh don't be so fucking stupid - they're all criminals, or they wouldn't have been indentured. And they especially wouldn't have been indentured for life if they hadn't done something really bad."

I guess we'd have carried on talking about it but the Boss came along at that point, and I saw him frowning a bit at me as I was still a bit dishevelled and not as "smart" as he liked the men here to be. He told us to hurry along, and Rob and I made a vague arrangement to get together at lunch time, and I went over to the residential block to pick up my charges.

One of the advantages of our centre at least is that the trainers like me don't have to do a lot of the "housekeeping" of the indentured guys - there are some indentured servants on the staff who look after the showering, feeding an stuff like that. So when I got there they'd been fed and watered, and both of them were just sitting there, their backs against the far wall of the cell. Actually, we make it pretty tough for them in these cells, as it's reckoned to be good for them to understand that as indentured servants they can't expect to have the normal privileges and standards of comfort as free men. There's no furniture as such therefore, so they have to sit on the floor, or, rather, on the layer of straw that covers it, and that's where they'd have slept, too. It was fairly cool in there as we keep it at about seventeen, as that's reckoned to encourage them to get close to each other to keep warm. That didn't seem to have happened for these two, though: they were sitting apart, but in an effort to conserve their body heat, I suppose, they'd pulled their knees up to their chests and had their arms wrapped around them.

I banged the bars with my prod to get their attention, and ordered them to their feet. They'd been given just exercise shorts to wear, pretty skimpy and thin as they're just designed to support the cock and balls during exercise, rather than do anything for modesty. Indentured servants, especially those indentured for life, aren't really supposed to worry about exposing themselves, and a fair number of them are going to be used for sex anyway, but these two evidently didn't understand this yet as they were kind of holding their hands in front of them as if they wanted to hide the outline of their tackle that was showing through the thin material. I told them to come and stand by the bars, and when I saw the look of defiance from the army guy I pointed out that I had a reputation for being fair, but firm, and that if he failed to do as he was told, he'd be feeling the prod sooner, rather than later!

The young bloke didn't worry me particularly as although he had a slim, athletic body there was not a lot of power in it yet - at sixteen he hadn't yet put on the muscle that comes in the late teens and early twenties - and I knew that I could easily subdue him if he didn't do as he was told. But the ex-army guy was a different proposition - he was very fit looking and well muscled: not gross, like you get from body building, but with those long, lean rangy muscles that show you've built them from sheer hard work. He was potentially a lot of trouble, as although I had some inches and pounds on him, he was about ten years younger than me, and had probably been working out and practising combat and stuff up until about a week ago!

So although I don't like doing it, as I prefer to "train" blokes when they're free to take part in it fully, I decided that for safety's sake he'd better be restrained a bit.

At first he didn't respond when I told him to come close to the bars and stand with his back to them, but when I pointed out that I'd then have to come in to the cell and prod him until he was unconscious if he didn't, he did as he'd been told. He used a lot of unnecessarily stupid language, and that would have to be seen to sooner or later - look, I expect blokes who've been in the army to call me a wanker and a bastard and stuff like that when they're being made to do stuff they don't like, but starting to accuse me of being a pedophile and stuff like that just isn't on. And it's kinder to them, actually, to get all this kind of stuff stopped as if they do it to their indenture owners and they take exception, they could be in for real problems. Still, now probably wasn't the time to start that - I'd tackle it after he'd been made to understand his new role a bit more. I fastened a leather collar around his neck, then bought his arms up and cuffed his wrists to it, and then I felt a bit more secure - he may be fit and tough and stuff, but with his arms immobilised lie that he'd have no chance against me.

I looked at the young kid and asked him his name, and he said "Leigh." I glared at him and said quietly "That's your last chance, boy. The next time you answer me like that I'll punish you - the correct response is "Leigh, sir. Do you understand?"

The kid just looked at me and said "OK."

Look, I know you may think it's cruel, but actually it's kinder in the long run: a short, sharp lesson right at the start can help get the servant off to a good start. So I stepped in to the cell and simply touched him with the prod, set at a very low setting. He actually screamed, then stood there rubbing his arms up and down his chest, trying to ease the pain. The ex-army guy was shouting at me that I was a bastard, a real cunt... But I just ignored him, and said quietly "Now, Leigh, let's try that again. I told you that you should reply to questions politely, addressing me as sir, or you'd be punished. Now do you understand?"

"Yes.... Sir.", he said in a quiet voice, and I ruffled his hair encouragingly - or, rather, I ran my hand over his cropped hair, as I think that that sort of physical contact reinforces the link between the trainer and servant.

"So, soldier boy, what are you called?", I continued.

"Andy.... Sir." He was surly, but he was at least polite.

"Right, you two, follow me", I told them, and with my prod still visibly at the ready so they could see that there was no point in resisting, I led them out from the residential block and across the yard to the training facility, and even though it wasn't all that cold, they looked kind of hunched up - that's fairly normal, actually, as a lot of blokes aren't used to being outside like that, naked except for the skimpy shorts, and it's as if their bodies react by trying to make themselves as small as possible.

I'd picked one of the small training rooms - just a "bed" and a "horse" and the usual rack with a selection of canes, tawses, dildos and stuff like that - and as soon as we were inside, I pushed the ex-army guy over to the far wall and slipped a manacle around his ankle to hold him there until I was ready for him.

"OK, Leigh, come over here...", I said quietly to the young guy. There's no point in being harsh and commanding at this point, I've found, as you can achieve more with young guys like this by being calm and gentle.

He came and stood by me, obviously wondering what was about to happen, and so was very surprised when I put my arm around him and pulled him close to my body. He resisted slightly, so I pushed him away a little and then reached out with my other arm and gave him a hard slap on his bum! I knew it wouldn't really hurt - well, not much - probably not as much as it actually hurt my open palm - but I've found that the first time you slap a young guy like that it's so totally unexpected that it disorients them a bit. And it also signals to them, of course, that things have changed for them - I doubted that young Leigh had ever had a physical experience like that before. And it would bring ho me to him that I was a lot more powerful and strong than he was.

As his mouth opened to say something I said calmly and quietly "Silence!", and pulled him close to me again. It's another one of those training things I've found out over the years - having a bloke's naked skin against your shirt and shorts again emphasises to him that things are different, and that you're "in charge". I could feel his slim body almost quivering as he was worried about what was about to happen to him, and as if to reassure him I pulled him tighter to me, and I ran my other hand up as much of his body as I could comfortably reach, starting at his lover thigh, then advancing slowly over his bum, up his torso, and finally resting it on his pecs, so he could feel the warmth of me and know that I was controlling him.

He only had small little nips on very tiny aureoles, but I began to rub a thumb just gently, very gently, up and down over the left one. Leigh tried to struggle and pull away from me, and he muttered "No, please.... Don't...."

I slapped him on the bum again, but a lot harder this time. "Remember your manners, boy... What do you call me?"

"Sir.. Please, don't... I don't like it...."

I just laughed at him, pulled him closer again and carried on stroking his nip, which had anyway gone satisfactorily hard and was now jutting up proudly. I ground my hips a bit, too, and as I expected, felt his cock was correspondingly hard.

"Listen, Leigh, you'd better understand this, as I'm not going to keep telling you... But what you like and what you don' like doesn't matter any more. You're an indentured servant, indentured for life, and that means you do whatever your indenture owner wants you to, whether you like it or not. So just relax, and we'll get on a whole lot better..."

He went to say something in reply, but as he did so my hand snaked up and grabbed his chin, I pushed my thumb and finger in to his cheeks to hold his jaw open, bent right over him to show him my power and strength, clamped my lips to his and forced my tongue into his mouth. He was so surprised that for a moment he didn't know what to do, but then he started to struggle, to attempt to free himself from me. It was useless, of course - with one arm around him and the other holding his head so tight there was absolutely nothing he could do. So I carried on kissing him, forcing my tongue right into his mouth and as far towards his throat as I could, ignoring his muffled protests and the way that his arms were scrabbling around on my body, trying to push me away.

He tasted good, actually - there's something about the spit of young guys who haven't been smoking and drinking that's agreeably fresh, and I made sure that he could feel me rubbing my body against his at the same time as I deliberately allowed my own mouth to fill with saliva and forced it into him. When I finally let him go and pulled away slightly he was almost gasping for air, and he began to splutter "No, please, so, sir.... Please...."

"Was that your first time, Leigh? Your first proper kiss?"

"No - I've kissed a lot. But not blokes. I'm not a queer...."

"Listen, boy, we don't use words like that in training! A young guy like you - and Andy there - nice bodies, and indentured for life - your contract's almost certainly going to be bought by an owner who wants to enjoy you. I mean, if he wanted to fuck women, he'd buy a female, wouldn't he? So I'm here to train you - so that when a prospective owner sees you at the dealer's and comes over to feel your body and inspect you, you won't do something foolish."

"No, please, sir.... I know I'm indentured, but I'm good at school... I'll be bought by a big company, and work in an office...."

"...and some of the free men working there will want to use you, Leigh! That's the fun of having an indentured servant in the office - if you need some relaxation, or relief, there's one there. Even if you're working away at your PC or whatever, I expect some of the men will want you crawling around on your knees sucking their cocks under their desks."

"No..."

"In any case, it doesn't matter. Whatever you're going to be sold as, whoever's going to buy your contract, you've got to be trained. There's no avoiding it, so you may as well get to enjoy it. Now...."

I reached down and tugged at his flimsy shorts, and pushed them half way down his thighs. He struggled and protested, so I slapped his now-naked bum again, and then got hold if his nip and this time instead of stroking it, twisted it, sharply, between my fingers. He gave a little shriek of surprise and discomfort, and now his cock was exposed, I started to grind my hips against him again. This time I expect it was a little less comfortable as his semi-ereect cock brushed and chafed against the material of my uniform shorts, and as he continued to struggle to get away from me, I now reached down and cupped his pleasantly warm bum in my hand and used it to push his groin even closer to mine.

He was saying almost continuously "No, please, no, please...." now, and it was time to stop that again so I quickly changed my grip on him, held his head and started to kiss him deeply again. By the time I'd had enough, the kid was solidly erect - well, it always happens, I find: however much a bloke protests and says he's not "queer" or he doesn't go with blokes, once you've played with their nips a bit and given them a good tongue fucking, they're mostly responding properly.

It was time to move on, though, so I now took his cock in my hand and began to play with it - very gently, so as not to alarm him. But I don't suppose he'd ever had another man's hand on his cock before, so as I began to tease and stroke it, he was still gasping "No, please....". And this only subsided a bit when I let my hand stray down and began to cup and stroke his balls - again, very gently, very gently indeed. His little cries of protest almost stopped, and I wasn't sure whether it was because he was enjoying a strong man's fingers gripping his balls, or because he was scared that I might do something to hurt him.

Time's always short, of course, and so when he was a bit calmer and was at least used to the feel of my hands on him, if not reconciled to them, I stopped and pushed him away to stand there in front of me, his cock almost vertical, and a small bead of pre-cum squeezing out of his piss slit. "So, Leigh, I see you're starting to enjoy it...."

"NO! Sir, please... I don't...."

"Your cock says differently, boy!"

As he watched I undid my uniform shirt and took it off, then did the same for my shorts: one advantage of them is that the legs are quite wide so I could slip them over my boots relatively easily. I like to keep my boots on during training sessions as it's a kind of "last resort" means of controlling the other guy or defending myself if things go very badly wrong - a good hard kick on a naked body can help a lot.

My own cock was tenting my boxers, and I kept a smile on my face as I watched Leigh as I now shucked them down to the floor, and then bent down slightly so I could pull them over my boots. "Come here again, boy", I said quietly, and he shook his head.

"Leigh, come here, boy!"

Again, a shake of his head.

"Leigh, this is your last warning. I've had to slap your arse a few times already, but if you continue to disobey, I'll put you over my knee and spank you properly, and I don't think you'll like that one little bit. Now, do as you're fucking well told, and come here!"

Still shaking his head, as if in disbelief at what he was doing, he came and stood in front of me, and I at once put both my arms around him and hugged him close to me. I started to use him passionately - running my hands up and down his back, cupping his bum in my hands to pull him tight against me, grinding my hips against his so that our cocks were constantly sliding against each other, and pushing my face down into that lovely place on top of his shoulders next to his neck and kissing and gently biting it.

Look, I don't care how much a guy claims to be "straight" and "not queer" and all that other crap. When you have a really nice body like mine playing with yours, you're going to respond. There's something about the feel of another guy's cock against yours, about the way that a man's belly feels good against your cock head, the heat of another body against yours, the sensation of hands and lips, pressing into you, that just makes a man respond. And young Leigh did as expected - he was soon pressing his face against my skin, and I guided his head down so that he could take my left nip in between his lips. It was my turn to groan gently now, as I've got really sensitive nips, and I knew my hands were running up and down his back, even harder than before, as my own excitement mounted.

You've got to keep these things moving along, though, however much you're enjoying the moment and after a couple more minutes I broke away.

"OK, Leigh, now what I want you to do is to kneel down on the floor and wank yourself for me."

"NO, please...!

"Leigh, this really is our last warning! Now I can see your cock's really ready, as you're leaking pre-cum... So what's the problem in just stroking yourself and giving me a nice load of our cum?"

"Sir, please... I can't do that with you watching. And with Andy watching, sir..."

"You can and you will. Look, Leigh, don't be stupid: I wank, I'm sure Andy wanks, and we both know what wanking's all about. So what's the harm in doing it in front of us? You've got nothing to be ashamed about as you've got a good cock, and I can almost feel the cum in your balls already! Now, stop being stupid, and lets' get on with it. Kneel, and you'd better practice doing it properly - heels together, knees nice and far apart so we can see what's going on, and a good straight back - your bum should be resting on your heels."

"No, please..."

"Do it, boy! Or else we'll have to get the prod out again...."

Slowly he bent, and then shuffled around to get into the position I'd said. His cock had lost its erection by now and I sat down on he edge of the bed and "encouraged" it gently with the tip of my boot. Poor Leigh looked so embarrassed and alarmed at what I was doing, but as I nodded at him encouragingly, he cautiously reached down and started to wank himself, slowly at first, and then with an almost manic intensity, as if he was keen to get it over with as soon as possible.

You can always tell when a bloke's about to cum, I find, at just at the right moment I leaned forward, pushed his cock down and slipped a small disposable paper cup from the room's cabinet under it. Poor Leigh - I don't think he'd ever cum into a container before, and when I held it up so we could both see how full it was , he was flushing with embarrassment. "Nothing to be ashamed of here, Leigh", I said in a tone at once cheerful and encouraging - it really is important to make everything appear to be perfectly normal, I think. Well, I mean, it is normal for some people, isn't it? And the sooner young guys like Leigh learn that everything's now different for them, the better, if you ask me.

I reached down and helped him to his feet, then gently pushed him forward on to the bed, so he was belly down and his legs were over the edge and his feet s nicely apart on the floor. I stroked his back - he had one of those nice protruding kind of spines which is quite appealing, and his white butt was somehow made a little more exciting than it would otherwise have been by the pink patches on it where I'd slapped him earlier. I let my hand trail down his back again and stroked my fingers over his bum, and he shuffled around a little on the bed in the way that men do when their cocks are trapped under them and they want to get more comfortable.

He was not relaxed as I started to gently probe with a finger down between his firm youthful bum cheeks, and he shuffled around, now resting his head in his crossed arms. I stopped for a moment and then knelt behind him for a moment, so that as I positioned my hand and prised his bum apart I could see his hole - a real young lad's one, nicely smoothly puckered, but all pink and virginal. You, I know that's just a fancy as you can't tell until you touch it, but it's nice to imagine that a lovely pink hole like that is all fresh and pure, isn't it? I pushed my face close to him and got that lovely smell of sweat and maleness, then blew gently on his tenderest part: he groaned with pleasure, and wriggled a bit as if once more getting comfortable as his cock must be arching upwards.

I got to my feet again and sat down beside Leigh's body, all the time gently stroking his butt and his back. "Now, boy, we can do this one of two ways..... Either we can go on like this, with me being gentle and you enjoying it.. Well, you seem to be enjoying it.... Or I can be a bit more forceful. And I'm bigger, stronger and tougher than you, and I've done all this hundreds of times before, remember. So are you going to co-operate and enjoy it, or shall I just get stuck in...."

He knew what I meant, of course. I don't suppose there's anyone growing up these days who isn't aware that indentured servants of both sees tend to get fucked. But he had one last attempt. "Please, sir, no, sir. Please don't do it at all, sir.... "

"Now, Leigh, you know it's got to happen to you. So shall I just start off nice and gentle.... And you just lie there and relax. But any trouble, and it will be worse for you, remember...."

I could see a shudder run through him, but I pressed on. I slicked my fingers with his cum from the little paper cup, and spread his bum again and now teased his hole with my slimy finger. He groaned, and I carried on, then started to wriggle and tease with my finger to get it right in. As I did so, he couldn't help shuffling around a bit, and I used my other hand to "steady" him - it's amazing how just the presence of a hand on the middle of a bloke's back can exert "control" o over him, even when you're not using a lot of pressure or effort..

Well, I worked on him for a long time - he was a nice enough kid, after all Scared, as they all are, but there's no need to take it out on them for that. So I took a lot of care to get one finger in, then to very gently stretch him before getting a second one in, and then being very careful indeed as I used both fingers to really open him up. All the time he was moaning, but if here was any sign of it turning to real pain, I backed off at once and then started again.

I could see Andy watching me all this time, and it looked as if he was going to say something, or shout out at me, but he just stood there, clenching his fists impotently behind his neck, and sometimes tugging at his shackling chain as if that might in some mysterious way lead to him getting free.

"OK, Leigh... I think you know what comes next, don't you, boy?" I wasn't expecting an answer of course, so I went on "You're nice an open, nice and relaxed, and that lovely cum of yours has lubed you up properly. So now I'm going to push my cock into you, and then I'm going to fuck you...."

"N, please...."

"Hear me out, Leigh! It's inevitable. There's no escaping it. That's what you're here for, to be trained. But it needn't hurt you... Just relax, and let me do it, Leigh... I've had a lot of practice at this, and provided you don't do anything stupid, it will all be over soon...."

With that I positioned my cock at his lovely warm hole, and began to push. His natural reaction was to try to "escape", moving along the bed, so I leaned forward a bit and put my hands on his shoulders to stop him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating up at mine as I did so. He was moaning gently as I continued to exert pressure, and then I was in.... My cock thrilled as that incredible sensation flows through you when it gets past the sphincter and you know you're now nestling in the bloke's arse.

I really was very gentle with him - going oh so slowly until I was sunk right inside him and my pubes were scratching at his soft young bum, and then gently rocking backwards and forwards so he could feel me mastering and controlling him. Mind you, he kept crying out, and I thought it was really stupid of him as I couldn't possibly be actually causing him pain - well, there'd be that sensation that's a lot like it, but is actually really enjoyable, and I thought he was just being hysterical, so I ignored it.

Look, it's really nice to have your cock buried in a moist welcoming arse, but that's not all that a man needs, is it? I mean, it's good to be close to another bloke like that, to be enjoying the feeling of his arse gripping you as you slide it in and out, and to know that you're controlling him completely, but you need more than that, don't you? You need to feel your balls contracting and to know that you're pumping your seed deep up inside him in that way that tells you that you're really a man, a man who's in charge. And whilst you can eventually cum like that, playing so slowly and gently, and sometimes it's fun to do it that way, it does take a long time. I did have some time, of course, but I do feel that, especially for the first fuck of the day, you get a whole lot more excitement and satisfaction from going at it a bit harder. Poor young Leigh had something to really shout about, therefore, as I speeded up, sliding my whole cock in and out of him and positively slamming my thighs into his so there was that special "slap, slap, slap" noise of bodies colliding as you fuck hard. Actually, I think you get a lot of pleasure, too, from what it does to your balls - I know it sounds kind of perverse, but if you've got big, low-hangers like me, your balls kind of slam forward into the bloke's arse on each stroke too, and whereas that would normally be potentially quite painful, when you're really going at it, it just seems to add to the pleasure.

Hearing Leigh shouting and crying out like that seemed to have affected Andy, too, as he was positively throwing himself forward, trying to get to me! It was completely futile of course as his shackling chain wouldn't let him get that far across the room, but now the air was filled with his foul language as he imaginatively told me what he'd do to me if I didn't leave the kid alone! It all added to the excitement, actually, and I felt my balls tightening, and then that triumphant feeling of the supreme moment when your first lot of cum shoots along your cock.

There's a little trick I have which some of you guys might like to try: I know it's great just to stay there, buried in the guy's arse and letting nature take its course, but if you pull out immediately you've shot the first time, and then rub your cock around the bloke's arse as the "after shocks" come, it really adds to it - my cocks' so sensitive that rubbing it like that makes me shudder and shake, and as soon as there's some more of my cum around the hole, I push back in for one last great thrust; and it feels as if the top of my head's going to blow off as the feeling is so powerful as my cock slides home one last time through the cum-drenched hole.

Leigh was sobbing quietly now, so still buried in him I leaned forward, taking most of my weight on my forearms, so that he could feel me body all along his.

I moved gently from side to side so we slid over each other a little, lubricated by our sweat, and I nuzzled his ear and shoulder with my lips and tongue, whispering that it was all over now, and that he was a real man at last.

After a couple of minutes of this, though, I pulled out and went over to the small sink on the far wall and washed my cock, then went back over to the bed, where Leigh was still lying, not having moved. I threw myself down on the bed, full length, then leaned forward and hauled him up to lie alongside me. I hugged him to me again, twining my legs around his so that my thigh went up and he was almost "sitting" on it - men like to feel a hot thigh against their arse after sex, I find. I gently stroked his cheeks to wipe away a couple of small tears that had squeezed out of his eyes, then moved my hand to once more fondle and caress his nips. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it, make?" I asked cheerily.

He didn't reply, so I went on "Pretty stunning, the first time, isn't it? But by the end of this week you and me and Andy over there will have had lots of experience and you'll really be enjoying it." I put my hand around his head and kissed him again, and this time I'm certain I didn't get the same resistance as I had before - the lad was learning that when a big bloke like me wants something, the easiest thing to do is to give it to him! Mind you the mood wasn't helped by Andy still shouting, especially now that he'd switched to telling me that there's no way that I was going to fuck him.

It's surprising how companionable it is after sex though, I always find, and in spite of him being almost hysterical a few minutes before and all the shouting and sobbing, young Leigh as now very calm and as I carried on stroking and playing with his body, he seemed to relax almost totally and I even saw a glimmer of a smile on his face when I did something that evidently pleased him.

"Please, sir, what's going to happen to me?", he finally managed to ask.

"Well you're one of the lucky ones, I guess. You're young, you've got a nice body, and once you've been properly trained to appreciate an owner's attentions, you'll sell for a high price. And that's good."

"You mean for the dealer, people like you...."

"I wish! No such luck, me being a dealer! No, I just work here. No, I mean it's good for you. Look, think about it: if your indenture is sold for a lot of money, the person who buys it is going to take care of you. Think of yourself as a car: someone who goes into a dealer and buys a new, top of the range BMW, is going to take care of it, isn't he? Keep it clean, get it serviced regularly, replace the types when they get worn, all that sort of thing. But if you were just an ordinary, run of the mill type of guy, some seedy sort of slob with a big gut or a tiny dick or something, you'd be cheap to buy and that would be like going to a used car showroom and buying some old banger - the owner doesn't give a shit then, and doesn't take care of it.... So you should pay attention, Leigh, and learn all there is to learn about pleasing an owner: it really is in your interests to fetch a good price when they sell you next week."

He kind of nodded, and I went on "The only surprising thing is that they're only putting you through this course to learn about sex with men. A nice young lad like you might be a hit with the ladies, I'd have thought - some divorcee or other might decide to spend some of her settlement on a nice young bloke like you.... I mean, both you and Andy over there are obviously highly desirable as sex partners for men, but there's not a lot of women would want to buy him...."

Andy shouted out "The fuck you know about anything! I know all about women...."

I turned to him and said "No, I think you probably know a bit about fucking women - but that's not the same as having your indenture owned by one! You probably don't have the patience to pleasure a woman for hours with your tongue, or the gentleness to tend to her in her bath, or stuff like that that women want when they buy an indenture. And even of you do, you're too big and strong looking, and they'd worry that you'd lose control. But young Leigh here.... Well, most women wouldn't be afraid of him as he's not yet fully grown.... And by the time he has, he'll be so used to servicing women, if he's been bought by a woman...."

"So, Leigh", I went on, turning back to him, "Have you been with a woman?"

"Of course! That's why I'm indentured. My girl friend got pregnant, but she was just the wrong side of sixteen.... She wouldn't get an abortion, as I told her to, and of course when her parents found out they hit the roof, and all the blokes at school had to have their DNA tested to find out whose it was.... And they just wouldn't let it rest, insisted that I'd raped their lovely daughter although in fact she'd been all over me! And you know what the penalty for rape is... And here I am."

Poor kid! And they said you had to do something really wrong to get indentured for life, and all this kid had done was have some fun with his girlfriend. I mean, all that "sixteen" stuff is a load of rubbish, isn't it? They should have sex when they're ready or it, never mind what the law says. Don't get me wrong - I don't think guys of fifty or sixty should fuck girls - or boys - of fifteen. But a couple of fourteen year olds, enjoying themselves, where's the harm?

I pushed myself up on one elbow and looked down at him. "So.... You've fucked, and now you've been fucked... So which do you like more?"

"Fucking! But the other isn't so bad, I guess. Not as bad as everyone keeps saying."

"That's because you've got a good teacher", I told him, smiling down at him.

End Of Part Two