Someone Has to Do It

Someone Has To Do It

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 3

I thought I'd done pretty well with Leigh, but I knew Andy was going to be a different proposition. Even as I led Leigh over to the wall so I could shackle him there (however gentle and mild an indentured servant seems to be at this point, experience had taught me that you're better off taking precautions - if Leigh attacked me when I was doing the business with Andy, he might hurt me seriously), Andy was screaming at me not to come near him.

I pulled my shorts back on, even though it was tough as my cock was rampantly erect again because of the continuing effects of the Cialis, as I sensed there was going to be trouble and every bit of covering helps - your cock and balls are just too easy to lash out at when they're hanging there all exposed. As I bent down to shackle Leigh to the hook in the wall, Andy kicked out at me, viciously - I guess I was fortunate that he was caught off guard when he tried to take a real swing at me and the shackle chain threw him off balance as he came at me, and I was able to snap Leigh's manacle shut and dodge Andy's foot at the same time. I grabbed at it, though, and pulled hard, and he fell to the floor with a sickening crash, totally unable to stop himself as his hands were still securely cuffed to his collar. Since he obviously thought it was fair game to use his feet, I then gave him a couple of kicks in the ribs with my boots - not so hard as to cause permanent damage as the Boss wouldn't like that at all, but hard enough to knock the wind out of him temporarily, and to cause his body to try to curl up into the foetal position to save himself from further damage.

The stupid young fucker didn't learn, though - I grabbed his arm and started to haul him to his feet, and even though he was wheezing and gasping with the pain in his ribs he at once tried to head butt me. Well, you can't have that, can you? So it earned him a good punch in his gut, and as he collapsed forward, I caught him neatly, pushed him hard back into the wall, and held him there with a hand around his throat and with my knee forced up between his legs so that I was almost crushing his balls. "Behave!", I snapped at him.

I thought he was too far gone to give me more trouble, but he can't have been a very good soldier as he hadn't learned the first lesson of unarmed combat (if it's hopeless, give up, temporarily, so you can regain your strength to try later), as he spat in my face! Well I don't mind that - I can't see why some blokes get so upset about a bit if spit - and if I'd been having sex, it would have added to the excitement. But you can't let one of the trainees get away with something like that, so I pushed my knee harder up into his groin, seeing how his face contorted, and then, still holding his throat, slapped his face good and hard, four times. And you've got to remember that I'm a big, strong man, and these were not gentle little taps but full open-palm, heavy slaps.

That stopped him! He stood there, breathing hard, almost gasping as my fingers dug into his throat. "That's enough!", I shouted. "I don't want to have to hurt you any more, but if you carry on like that, I will. I'm bigger and stronger than you are, and your hands are cuffed. Now, be sensible, will you?"

"Fuck you!", he screamed in defiance, and I almost lost it, almost pounded him to a pulp. But fortunately my training got the better of me, and I remembered what they'd said on my induction course about gaining control, and how it was acceptable to cause a lot of pain, but totally unacceptable to damage a servant so much that they couldn't proceed with his sale. My anger cooled, and I just ground my knee into his groin again to remind him how vulnerable he was.

"Andy, you'd better get real! You saw how easy it could be for young Leigh there, and I don't want to have to hurt you. But you're here to be trained, trained to take a cock up your arse, and that's what's going to happen to you whether you like it or not. So you can either take it nice and easy, and you might even enjoy it the first time, or I'll fuck you anyway, and then you certainly won't enjoy it."

"Fuck you!", he managed to get out again.

So if that's how he wanted it, that's how it would be.

Still holding him by the throat I reached down and almost tore his shorts off, then gripped his balls. He grunted as my fingers closed around them, and screamed as I then squeezed them, quite hard.

"Right, you fucker! Here are the rules, then. Stop struggling, stand still, or else you'll know pain like you've never known it before."

He stopped struggling, and I went on "Now I'm going to bend down and unshackle you, and then I'm going to lead you over to the bed. But if there's any struggle, any resistance, any attempt to attack me again, I'll pull your balls so hard you'll throw up. Do you understand?"

He stood there, sullen and silent.

"I said 'do you understand'?", I repeated, squeezing his balls again to add emphasis.

"Yes" he muttered.

"Do you remember hearing what I said to Leigh earlier, about how servants address free men? Try that again, remembering who's fingers are around your balls. It must be easy for an ex-soldier to know how to address a superior."

"Yes..... Sir", came out, slowly, with voice faltering.

"Right, then. Now, as I said, any stupid move on your part and you'll have agony like you can hardly imagine. So take it easy, soldier..."

I bent down, carefully watching for any signs of his muscles beginning to tense, and undid the manacle holding him to the wall, and then slowly got to my feet, still clutching his balls - balls which, incidentally, were really rather nice as they hung low in their sac (which always makes it easier to get a good grip on them, I find) and were approximately evenly sized, as far as I could feel (I don't like it all that much when one balls is so much bigger than the other, as happens with some blokes). I led him over to the bed, and it seemed that he was almost resigned to being put face down on it as I had done Leigh, but I had other plans for him!

I turned him round then pushed him on his back down on to the bed, then, still gripping his balls, told him to wriggle up it, so his head was almost at the top. He lay there glaring at me, wondering what was going to happen , but before he could react, in one fluid movement I let go of his balls and threw myself down on him, so I ended up straddling his chest. With my weight on him and with my knees digging into his ribs that must be really sore from where I'd kicked him a couple of minutes before, there was no way he could get up and he lay there under me, almost winded. He tried to struggle as I undid first one cuff from his collar and reattached it to the bed head, and then the other, but his efforts were pretty pointless, and after I had him secured, I felt even safer.

Look, I know you're going to think I'm a cruel bastard again, but it really is best for these servants if they learn their lessons properly during their training - an angry indenture owner can be much, much harsher than we ever are - and I sensed that there was just no way that this Andy was going to take cock even half willingly. It's got to be done, though, and someone's got to do it, and that's me! And, as the immortal bard says, "If t'were done, 'tis best t'were done quickly..." Well, I think that for a bloke like Andy, it shouldn't just be quick, but it should be hard. And the way to really fuck a guy hard is on his back, with his legs right up and his ankles near his ears, so that you can get the last millimetre of your cock right down into him, and as your body smashes into his, he really feels it as so much of his sensitive taint is exposed to you.

I vaulted off him, yanked my shorts off and stroked my cock a couple of times to get it really hard again, then sprang onto the bed, forcing his legs apart and kneeling there between them. He tried to kick out at me but I'm really strong and I soon had hold of his ankles and pushed them up and back, back as far as I could, so his whole arse lifted off the bed. I was panting already, and I almost cruelly used the weight of my body to press his legs open and back so I was resting on him. My cock wasn't lubed and he hadn't been massaged and stretched, but whose fault as that? I thrust my hips forward and down, and felt my cock head make contact with his body, then I had to wriggle a bit to position it - it's surprisingly difficult, isn't it, when both your hands are holding the bloke down?

Frankly, I don't like it all that much - although the blokes tend to scream and shout, as Andy was now doing, it's almost as unpleasant for the guy doing the fucking, I think. I mean, your cock is supposed to slide on a nice slick of lube - that's what pre-cum and cum's for, isn't it? But instead of that my cock was going to be all rough and would end up sore, probably. Still, once you've started, you've got to finish, haven't you? If Andy had seen me hesitate or anything, it just wouldn't be as effective so I had no choice, really, put to push my cock at him. He resisted, as you'd expect, and there's only so much you can do with your cock just by sheer pressure, as you probably know: even a big, rock-solid one like mine starts to kind of "buckle" if there's sustained pressure and normally you get over this by holding it and even using a finger at the sphincter to help. I hadn't got that option as both my hands were needed to keep Andy's legs up and back, so I had to fall back on that old standby - sudden surprise!

I pulled my hips back and my cock's pressure on him stopped, then, daringly, I just thrust myself forward with all the power of my thighs and bum. It's risky, of course - if your cock isn't properly lined up with the hole it really can hurt, believe me! But in this case it was OK and my head went in to him. He screamed, of course, as this isn't a very humane way to fuck a guy, but whose fault was that? He carried on shouting and screaming as I just pushed forward, getting my whole length inside him, and as much as he could he bucked and struggled under me - one of the advantages of having the bloke's bum right in the air and his body bent almost double though is that he can't really use the power of his belly muscles to resist you - but there was no stopping me.

He was already covered in sweat, as indeed was I, as this is all so stressful. My face was right above his and I looked down at him, contorted in pain, and I suppose I felt just a bit sorry for him. But it's got to be done, hasn't it? And someone's got to do it, and that someone was me in this case. So I began to fuck him, and there was really no point in doing it slowly and gently - he was already hurting a lot, and there was no point in prolonging it - or was it that I was in the real heat of total lust, and couldn't be bothered to hold back? I don't believe you really think rationally at times like this, and, in truth, I probably did what my own body demanded. I mean, millions of years of human evolution have bred something into us - that something that says that when you have an opponent skewered on your cock, you just fuck him, and fuck him hard and fast, to really establish who's boss. All this gentle stuff came a lot later, as we got more civilised.

It only took me two or three minutes at the most to cum, but Andy kept up a continuous stream of shouting, swearing and general abuse as I thrust away at him - it spoiled it a bit, actually, as it's OK for a guy to shout out when you really slam into him but this constant barrage of noise means you can't hear all the other sounds of fucking, that I think really get you turned on even more. Still, I shot, and then stayed in there buried right as deep as I could, so he could feel my pubes scratching on his skin. I didn't do the thing about pulling out and going back in after shooting as I suppose I was just a bit ashamed - look, it's OK for you guys reading this who are just sixteen, or eighteen, or twenty, or twenty two.... But by the time you get to my age you just can't pump out as much cum as you can when you're at your most fertile. I'd already shot once this morning, remember, and that was a respectable amount, but I knew this time it would only be a tiny dribble of stuff - OK if you want to make babies, I suppose, but not very much to impress another bloke. I was still hard, probably thanks to the Cialis, so I stayed in him, and then kind of stirred my hips around a bit so that his hole was kind of "reamed" and opened up more - he'd stopped shouting and crying after I'd cum, but he started up again now, as you might expect, but it was probably better for him in the longer term to get used to being used like this.

After another couple of minutes, though, I'd had enough so I let go of his ankles and lowered myself down onto him. He was pretty fit and strong so I didn't think I needed to take any of my own weight as I had with young Leigh, and just let my body rest on his - I like it then, as you can feel the other bloke's heart beating, and the movement of his chest up and down as he breathes makes it somehow kind of sensual, I think. I went to kiss him but he spat at me as my face went down towards his, so he needed another couple of slaps - hard ones again - to get him to understand that that sort of behaviour wasn't acceptable, and then, using the maxim that "discretion is the better part of valour", I just contented myself with nuzzling at his ears, neck and shoulders - I gave him a few love bites, too, so that he'd have something to look at later and remind him.

All the time he was muttering "Fucker, cunt, mother fucker...." And finally I'd had enough. I raised myself up off him slightly and told him to shut up or else I'd slap him about until he did, and then as he glared at me I said "Look, mate, this is your own fault. If you'd been even half way co-operative, like young Leigh over there, this would have been a whole lot more fun for both of us. So why don't you just behave?"

"You fucker! It was fun for you..."

"No, mate. It's my job. You indentured for life blokes have got to be broken in before you can be sold, and that's what I do."

"You enjoy it, you dirty bastard...."

"No...", I muttered, but even as I said it I felt myself blush slightly as actually, I suppose, I do quite enjoy it. There's something about having such power over another bloke that's a real turn on. "Look, it's a job, right? Someone has to do it...."

"And they get fags like you!"

"Hey, I'm not a queer! I told you, this is my job. It's the only one I can get."

"So what does your girlfriend think, then?"

"I haven't got a girlfriend... At the moment...."

"NO, and I bet you haven't had one for a long time, either."

I felt myself blushing again just a little, as what he'd said was of course true. But I'm not a fag - I mean, it's one thing to fuck another bloke.... Well, that's using your cock for what it's intended for, isn't it. But I'd never let another bloke even try to fuck me - one of my mates in the marines had got pretty close once, and I'd had to really beat him up to show him how wrong he was to even try to make a play for me. I was lucky to avoid a long time in jail, and our CO was pretty lenient really once it had been hinted to him why us two had been brawling in the barracks. I needed to change the subject if I was going to carry on lying on him, and I was quite enjoying it - and perhaps he was, too, as his legs were kind of gently scrabbling around, rubbing his feet up and down my shins as we lay there. So I said "So what did you do, to get indentured for life? Weren't you in the services?"

"Yeah. Infantry. I didn't want to go into the army, but it was the only job I could get as I didn't get on well at school and couldn't go on to university. It was OK, though - once you get used to taking orders from those fucking officers who know fuck all about anything, but went o university and then into Sandhurst as they say they had 'leadership qualities'... And that's what got me into trouble. Look, I was living with this woman, and you know how the army hates that as they like soldiers to be 'respectably' married, and then I found she was having it away with a lieutenant when I was away on manoeuvres. So I slapped her about a bit, and then he came to see me and told me to lay off her or else.... So I hit him.... And of course then I was court martialled.... And striking an officer means you get indentured for life."

"Even though he was porking your woman?"

"They didn't even want to hear about that. Officers don't go with the women of other ranks, you know! No, it was just open and shut - infantryman hits officer. Infantryman gets indentured for life."

I really did feel sorry for the guy, as this could so easily have been me when I was in the marines. So I took some of my weight on my elbows to make it easier for him to breather, and looked at him closely so he could tell I wasn't bullshitting. "Look, Andy, let me give you a few words of advice. I've just fucked you, and as I've explained, that's what happens to indentured servants here - you've got a nice young, trim body, and most of the people who buy your indenture at the sale next week will want to use you for sex. I guess they know you know how to fuck women, and so you've got to be taught how to go with blokes - and, as I said, someone has to do it! And I've had to be really tough on you this time as you weren't co-operative - and we can go on like that, but it won't do you any good. Listen, mate, let me give you some advice: when you're sold, you'd better just do whatever your indenture owner says, as if you think the court martial was a bit unfair, not listening to your side of the story, you won't want to be hauled back into a court where indenture matters are dealt with. For one thing, you have no right to be heard at all! Your indenture owner just presents evidence to the court of how you're not behaving, and asks for the punishment, and that's it. Pure and simple - owner asks, servant gets punished!"

"...but that's unfair. He could just ask for anything...."

"Well for the most severe punishments he'd have to bring a video of you misbehaving, I suppose, but if you had been disobedient, that would be pretty straight forward. And you wouldn't even get to say what led up to it - just the sight of you disobeying would be enough."

"Well they can't punish me any more! What more could they do, now they've branded me and made me a fucking slave!"

"Technically, slavery's illegal: you're an indentured servant. But it doesn't make much difference - they could hand out the same kind of stuff they did to slaves years ago.... Castration is the obvious one, to calm you down. But if they were just going to use you as something like a dray horse, pulling a dray around town for deliveries, they could blind you.... That's pretty effective in keeping a servant subdued."

He looked stunned, and so I went on "So be careful! Look, it isn't the end of the world to take a bloke's cock, as you'll find out later in the week. If you co-operate, I can be gentler next time, and you might even end up quite liking it...."

He didn't seem convinced, though, and time was moving on, so I pulled out of him and sat there on the bed for a moment examining my cock to see how bad the chafing was, then went over and washed my cock and balls at the sink - I knew Leigh and Andy must be watching me, but, as I've said, I've got a nice body and absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and it's only the fact that they give me some slight measure of protection (and, I suppose, differentiate me from the blokes I'm training) that made me put my shorts back on.

I thought we ought to try something different next - well, I wasn't ready for a third round of fucking, anyway - so I went over to Leigh and wrapped an arm around him, then with my other hand I gently reached down and probed at his arse. "Not too sore?"

"No, sir... It's kind of uncomfortable, but not sore...."

"Good! So let's move on. Poor old Andy over there hasn't shot a load of cum today yet, and as you can see, he's cuffed to the bed head.... So I think it would be kind of you to help him out, don't you think?"

"Sir...?"

I bent down and undid Leigh's shackle, and went on calmly, "Go over to Andy, Leigh, then play with his cock - start to kiss it, then suck it...."

He looked horrified, but with my gentle but insistent pressure of my arm around him he didn't have much choice as I led him over there and settled him down. Like a lot of blokes, actually, young Leigh seemed to quite enjoy it once he'd got over the initial revulsion he seemed to feel at taking a cock between his lips, and his head was soon bobbing up and down almost enthusiastically as he worked on Andy. Mind you, I always think it takes a long time to get someone to cum like this, and, what's more, it seemed to me that Andy had been sucked like this before so it wasn't really improving his education!

"So, Andy, some of those infantrymen have done this to you before...."

"Don't be fucking disgusting...." He saw my hand hovering in the air above his exposed belly, and added hastily, "....sir."

"Oh, come on, you've had that cock sucked before...."

"Sir, I've just closed my eyes, and Leigh feels just like my girl friend. Except that she has long hair, and it fells great as it swished across my guts as she does it...."

"You mean your ex-girlfriend, Andy. Unless she's got a stack of money, to buy you."

He looked pained as I said this, as I don't think the true reality of his situation had yet struck home. Both he and Leigh needed "moving on", though, so I stopped Leigh's blow job, and instead got him to stand on the bed, astride Andy. Andy's cock was sticking up near vertically from his body, and I said calmly and casually to Leigh, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "Now, Leigh, I want you to lower yourself down so that Andy's cock goes up your arse. Go very slowly, very carefully, and you won't hurt yourself - or Andy - and you may find you want to kind of crouch first, rather than lowering yourself from right up there...."

He looked as if he might disobey me, so I stroked his bum gently - it was still glowing pink from my earlier slaps - and I could see he got the message. I had to help him out that first time, reaching under him as he squatted down to get Andy's cock properly positioned to enter him - I mean, once you've got the hang of it, most guys steady themselves with one hand and use their other one to grip the cock initially, don't they? But for the first time it was a really acceptable performance, and I quite enjoyed seeing Leigh's lithe, slim thighs working away as he raised and lowered himself. Andy, in spite of all his protests, was like a lot of blokes, too: once his cock got excited by Leigh's arse he just couldn't help starting to thrust his hips upwards and downwards to kind of "help" the whole thing along!

When Andy had cum I encouraged him to bend his legs at the knees and make a "back rest" for Andy to lie back against as he recovered - it's pretty strenuous, isn't it, to fuck like that as it's a big strain on the thighs that aren't used to being exercised bent like that, and Leigh was breathing very hard after his exertions. Leigh sat there and I felt quite envious, actually, at being so intimately close to another bloke. And I think Leigh felt it, as almost without realising it, he was playing with his cock.

Well, there was then only one more thing to do before it was time for my lunch break, and I stroked Leigh's cock and saw that, being so young and horny, he was ready for it again. Both of them protested when I told them what they were going to do, but young Leigh knew I'd hit him if he disobeyed, and straddled Andy's chest so that his cock was right in front of Andy's face. I knew I'd never dare do this myself as, whatever the threat of punishment, Andy would bite my cock off if I forced it down his throat - one of the trainers was seriously injured like that last year when he misjudged how far one of the blokes had gone in his training. But it's really rare for one indentured to deliberately hurt another one, however much they dislike what's happening to them.

"So, Andy", I said, "I assume that if you never let your mates in the infantry suck your cock, you never sucked theirs either?"

"Don't be fucking disgusting..... Sir. We were infantry, not fucking marines who everyone knows do all that perverted shit...."

"You mean marines are real mates, with proper bonding.

But no matter.... So this will be the first time you've tasted cock? No school chums, old uncles, brothers...."

"Fuck you.... Sir! No!"

Well it wasn't all that easy. Leigh was nervous, or scared, or both. And Andy was really uncooperative until I held his balls and squeezed them gently to get him to open his mouth. And then they did it totally without enthusiasm - Leigh held on to the bed head and very gingerly raised and lowered his cock into Andy's mouth, and he made no effort to make it enjoyable for Leigh. Finally, I could stand it no more and slapped Leigh's shoulders hard, which caused him to lose concentration, he pulled his hands away from the bed head, and kind of fell forward, plunging his cock right down Andy's throat. I could tell by the way that Andy's legs started to thrash around that his gag reflex must have been triggered and he was in real distress, but I let them struggle for a few seconds before I climbed onto the bed and put my hands under Leigh's armpits and hauled him upwards.

Poor Andy was all red and spluttering as he fought to control himself, and I just looked at both of them. "Right, Andy... I think we'll come back to that this afternoon, as you'll both need to practice cock sucking properly.... But it's almost my lunch break..... So, Leigh, just sit there for a few moments on Andy's chest, where you are, and wank yourself - your cock's already nice and hard...."

He went to day no, but clearly didn't want me to slap him again, so he did as he was told. I could see Andy looking almost in horror as Leigh's big cock jerked up and down right in front of his nose, but I was calm as I said "Now, Andy, open your mouth..... I doubt that you'll be able to catch all young Leigh's cum as he shoots, as watching him earlier there was a lot of it, and a lot of force behind it.... But it's better than having it sprayed all over your face and in your hair...."

Well of course Andy didn't take my advice, so I needed to work on his balls again to get him to open wide, and then, even though I did push Leigh's cock down at what I thought was the right moment, my prediction proved correct: he got a good mouthful, but the initial "spurt" was trickling down the side of his nose and across his lips. And like all the other guys I've ever watched taking cum for the first time, he was surprised to find that it didn't taste vile and disgusting, and it's almost as if a reflex cuts in as his tongue came out and he licked it off his lips as it slowly trickled down his face.

The regulations say that indentures under training should be shackled to the wall when the trainer is out of the room, but I thought Andy and Leigh deserved better than that as they'd actually come quite a long way that morning. I didn't want to leave Andy with both wrists shackled to the bed head as most blokes like to move around a bit, don't they? So I undid one shackle, knowing that the second one was perfectly strong enough to keep him there, and used the other one to cuff Leigh's wrist to the bed. Then I left them there, lying side by side, as I pulled my shirt on, washed my hands, and went off to the staff restaurant.

Rob was there already, and he looked as if he'd had a great morning - he was kind of glowing with that healthy look you get when you've been working hard outside, and he was forking down a huge plateful of pasta as I slid into the chair opposite him. I hadn't done all that much and I'm always bothered about the possibility of getting fat, so I had to make do with some lettuce and tomato and stuff, and when Rob saw this, he grinned at me. "Want some? It's good for you, you know... Pasta, meat, cream...."

"It's OK for you, Rob. What was it this morning? Lots of hard exercise around the parcours?"

"Yes. My lot are pretty fit, and I had to really work them to make an impression. Come on, have some of this.... Here....", he pushed a forkful towards me, but I shook my head. "You won't get fat, you know! Have you ever seen a fat Italian bloke here? They're all thin as whippets, lovely slim hips...."

"...until they get older, Rob, and then look at them! But look, mate, I want to talk to you. What we do here... I'm worried...."

"What? Training the indentured servants for their new life?"

"Yes, Rob. It doesn't seem right, somehow. I mean, those guys I've got... Lifers...."

"Well, they deserve it, Steve...."

"I don't know they do, Rob. One was just fucking his girlfriend who was a bit under age. I seem to remember you and I did that at school. And the other... Well, he just had a fight with a bloke who was having it away with his girlfriend.... And now they're both lifers...."

"They deserve it, Steve...."

"Rob, as I said, we've both done the girlfriend thing.

And I've worked a bloke over in a pub..."

"Yes, Steve, but you didn't get caught! And, anyway, they knew the rules. The law is perfectly clear - no sex under sixteen, except with your own hand! And no beating up other blokes. Everyone knows the law. If you disregard it, you take a risk. And sometimes you get caught... And then it's only right you get punished."

"Yes, Rob, but life.... And then making the lifers take cock and everything..."

"Steve, it's perfectly natural! If you buy a lifer, you buy him entirely, for the rest of his life. An indentured servant for life has no rights any longer... He's just like one of those old-time slaves.

And so why shouldn't his indenture owner use him for a bit of casual sex? It doesn't hurt anyone, after all. And as we've said before it's much better for them to learn about it now, rather than have some sadistic guy beat the shit out of them just because they won't suck his cock, or let him take them up the arse. They need training, Steve, you know that - it's in their own best interests. And someone has to do it."

Rob's got this way of putting things. He always did well at school, and he went on to university when I went into the marines, and I sometimes wonder why he does this job. I mean, I do it because it's the only one I can get. But Rob's clever, as I said. He could work in an office, or something. I wanted to argue with him, but I couldn't find a way through what he'd said - it all seemed to hang together so well. So I changed the subject.

"How's Julie?"

"Oh fine. Se's in the States all week, flying back Friday night."

"Who looks after the kids?"

"Oh, the servants, as usual. That's one good thing about the indenture laws at least - earlier in the century even a partner in a major law firm, like Julie, would have been chasing around trying to find nannies and au pairs and stuff, and would end up paying out most of her earnings in wages. Now at least we can just buy a couple of short-term indentures to last the kids when they're still needing attention."

I nodded. I always knew Rob had money, but I didn't know about what he'd just said. "Tell me, Rob.... If you don't mind me asking.... If Julie makes all this money, why don't you stay at home and look after the kids?"

Rob kind of shrugged. "Well, Steve, I did think of that. I really like the little tykes, you know. But Julie says a man should work. And she didn't want me doing anything 'important' that would mean I was always away, as she is, most of the time... So she wanted me to get a job with regular hours, like this one.... And as you know, I was always keen on sports and stuff at school.... I'd have liked to go into the marines, like you, buy mom and dad wanted me to go to uni.... So this seems a pretty good deal. It's regular hours, I get a lot of exercise, it's not stressful, and...." He stopped, and a slow smile spread across his face... "And, well, Steve, you do get to do a lot of fucking!"

End Of Part Three