The Labourer

THE LABOURER by Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 12

I felt sort of numb as I pulled on shorts and a shirt after Joey had finished with me. I knew I couldn't take another round of so-called "punishment" like the last one. In my desperation I thought about running - but where could I run to? Without money I wouldn't get far, and as soon as I was brought back I felt certain they'd just pick up where they had intended. I was like a trapped animal, not knowing which way to turn as the hunters closed in - every avenue seemed closed to me.

"Come on!" Joey even had the temerity to order me around. "If you keep Mister Rooney and his guest waiting, I expect they'll punish you even harder!" He even sounded as if he was looking forward to the prospect.

He led the way out of the barracks, expecting me to follow. He was just wearing a long T, without shorts, and as he walked along I got glimpses of his white butt from underneath the material as it moved up and down. I began to feel even worse, remembering Craig's words: it was no sort of life for a sixteen year old to have to work on us in the showers, then to have to go around half naked like this - after all, if I could see his butt as he walked along, he was probably having to expose his dick, too. Of course I'd seen him before, totally naked, as that was how he was when he worked on usually in the showers, but the way in which the long T just revealed glimpses of his body made it especially humiliating. I was wrong to have hit him, and I wished I hadn't now - perhaps the thought of my own pain and humiliation that was waiting for me had made me especially sensitive to the difficulties of others. I was going to say "sorry", but I kind of ran out of time as we reached the main part of the house.

Joey led me into the large living room, and as usual told me I was to stand by the fireplace. "Mister Rooney said you were to be totally naked when he comes in", Joey informed me. "So get out of that stuff." Somehow it felt wrong to be stripping in front of the lad, even though he was half naked himself, and even though he had seen me naked just a few minutes before.

But that was in the showers where it seemed almost "natural", and here it was in a "proper" room, with the feel of my feet on polished wood, the smell of the lavender polish from the oak furniture, and the sight of the normal couches and drapes standing there just as if it was like the one where I'd spent a lot of my life as I was growing up at home.

I stood there, head bowed, just waiting. Joey went and sat on one of the couches, and as he did so his T pulled up, so that even with my eyes downcast I could see his dick and balls hanging down between his long thighs. I keep thinking of him as a "boy", but he was sixteen, and I suppose he was more of a "man", a young man, admittedly, who still needed to put on a lot of body mass, but then you do as you go through your late teens, don't you? But at that age your dick and balls look very big, as they're not in proportion to the rest of you.

He just stared at me, and I felt somehow very embarrassed. I remembered that I wanted to apologise and began "Look, Joey, I'm ..."

"Shut the fuck up, Steve! If Mister Rooney comes and we're talking, we'll both be punished", was all he would say. He might at least have just listened for a couple of seconds, or something. It made me feel even worse, actually - I must have upset him even more than I had thought.

I was getting more and more gloomy, more and more worried, and when I heard the raised, happy voices of Rob and Rooney coming, I almost began to shiver with anticipation and fear. It sounded as if they'd had a good dinner and had been drinking, and this is how they'd been that last time. The doors to the room positively burst open, and they stumbled in.

Rob came straight over, took my dick in his hand, and said cheerily "Hey, Steve! You've recovered - no harm done, eh? You're looking really great - this life of really hard work does suit you, as you hoped it would.

It was pretty good fun last time, wasn't it?"

I could hardly believe my ears. Fun? Was he joking? I just decided to say nothing. Rooney though cut in "I won't have my servants being sullenly silent like that! When a master speaks, you answer, boy!"

Rob was massaging my dick now, and I was getting an erection, and through clenched teeth I managed to say "Not really, Rob."

Rooney sprang over towards us, took a cane down from the rack by the side of the fireplace, and hit me on the butt with two stinging swipes. I managed to avoid gasping, but my whole body tensed, and Rob felt this as he was still holding my dick - now very erect indeed.

"I've warned you before, Steve, about politeness, too!", Rooney snapped. "How dare you be familiar with one of my guests, and your indenture holder, at that!"

"Don't be too hard on him, Mike", Rob interjected. "We were buddies for a long time, you know. Really good friends."

He stopped for a moment, then went on "But not good enough friends that I was ever able to do this to you, eh, Steve?" His fingers continued to stroke my dick, and he'd 'skinned me back, and I felt almost certain that there's be some pre-cum leaking out by now.

"No, Sir." This came out through clenched teeth. My whole body wanted to just punch and kick at him, give him some of the pain that I'd experienced last time. And then I'd fuck him, show him just how "close" good friends could get - especially friends who'd been used and humiliated, as I'd been. And it would be a hard fuck, too - dry, up his virgin ass, with no stopping as he squealed and screamed like a stuck pig under me.

Rob's fingers stopped playing with my dick. "You know, Mike, Steve here is really tense tonight. I thought you told me he was getting a lot of sex.... That he was a real stud? I mean, he was always fucking around when we were buddies, but over dinner you told me he had a different guy every night here - well, it doesn't feel like that to me: if you ask me, he's ready to blow!"

"Oh, there's some squabble or other - I find it best not to interfere. But I don't want his cum going everywhere when we get to work on him. Shall we have him jerk off before we begin?"

I tensed up as I heard this. I mean, I was used to jerking off in the barracks now, surrounded by other guys. But surely they couldn't mean me to stand here and do it in front of them, could they?

Rooney had moved over to where Joey was now standing - he'd leaped to his feet as soon as the men had entered the room, and was standing with one arm around the boy, his hand casually stroking his buttocks under the back of the T. Joey looked up at Rooney and whispered something, and Rooney nodded. "No, Rob - I've got a better idea. My young lad here needs practice - we'll let him do it."

As I watched in something approaching horror, Rooney stopped stroking Joey, who came over towards me, pulling the T up over his head as he did so, so that he was as naked as I was. He was massively erect, his dick bobbing up and down in synchronisation with his steps as he crossed the room, and he knelt in front of me, leaning his young body against my strong hairy legs. I got that odd tickling sensation as my hairs were moved in the wrong direction as he brushed against them.

But he didn't jerk me off - no, the little bastard did what he'd tried to do all week: his head went down, and he started to suck at me and tease my dick with his tongue. In spite of myself I moved my hips a little, as you do when a guy is doing things like that to you, and at once Joey's arm snaked around me, just below my waist: I could feel his warm smooth arm against my butt, particularly where it was still stinging from Rooney's cane strokes. He almost pulled himself closer to me, and now my dick head was completely in his mouth, and he was bobbing up and down on it, moving a couple of inches or so each time.

Look, I know that it's only the head that really matters: if a guy is sucking your dick, it's only the sensation from your head that has any effect, as we all probably agree. But there's something very, very satisfying about thrusting your dick right down the throat of the guy who's going down on you, and I had to restrain myself and keep my hands neatly clasped behind my back to stop myself from putting my hands behind Joey's head as he worked away, and forcing his nose deep into my pubes! The effort of doing this, and the sensations that were coming from my dick, made me go almost weak at the knees and, again sensing this as he held on to my body, Joey almost unconsciously tightened his grip around my butt. But then it took all my self control to stop me really going at him - his fingers started to force themselves between my butt cheeks, as if he was exploring for my asshole! He looked up at me as he was doing this, and in spite of my dick filling his mouth I thought I saw him smile in satisfaction as he knew he was getting revenge on me - he knew I never let any of the other guys anywhere near my butt, and now I was powerless to do anything about it, if I wished to avoid further punishment.

Joey's finger scraped over my asshole, and I'm sure he would have tried to force it in. But at that moment I was unable to help myself and I began to pump cum into his mouth. As I looked down at him, he seemed surprised at the quantity, and I wondered if this was the first time he'd ever sucked dick. He pulled off me, and continued to kneel there, gently scratching at my ass. The last drops of cum were slowly oozing out of my dick as it now hung there detumescing, and Joey put his head close again, pushed his tongue right out and gently licked them off me. The little bastard was really smiling at me now, and he knew that I knew that he'd won.

"Wow!", I heard Rob say to Mike. "Have you been training him? He looks like a real expert."

"No", Rooney responded. "I just use him to fuck, when I'm feeling lonely at night. These young lads have nice tender rumps and they soon get used to it. He squealed a lot the first few times I took him, but now he just opens up for me, takes it without complaint, and then I can kick him out of bed and get a good night's sleep. I suppose he might have been sucking the dicks of some of the servants in the showers or something, but I really don't know."

"He's quite handsome, isn't he?"

"Yes - he was a good buy. He was in some sort of trouble and his stepfather threw him out of the house, he was picked up by the cops, and now he's a ten year guy: I've got him until he's twenty-six. So I'll certainly get my money's worth from him - as soon as he's put on some body mass, I think he'll be a real stunner. I've got another nine years of work in him, and I didn't have to pay much for him as there's a resistance to buying these young punks in case they're hard to train. But a few touches of the cane, and I find they soon settle down."

"So you'll be keeping him?"

"Well, it depends. When he's about nineteen and properly ready, if he's still handsome I might sell him to a brothel or something, rather than wasting him on heavy manual labour. There's enough heavy muscle like Steve here around, going for almost nothing for the manual work. So if the price is right, there's more profit in selling his contract to a place where they can really make use of his assets. He's got a nice dick, don't you think?"

"Yes. And big, too."

"Well, it's rather like dogs' paws. You can always tell if a puppy is going to be a big dog by looking at the size of the paws when they're young. I always reckon I can tell what a boy will mature to by looking at his dick when he's sixteen!"

Both of them started to laugh, and Joey continued to kneel there, pressed against me as if it gave him comfort, but all the time still scratching at my asshole.

"So what are we going to do with Steve now", Mike then asked. "Shall we take him to my special room and carry on from where we left off? He seemed to react well when I lashed his hole and his balls - and I 'm sure it cramped his style with the other servants for a long time!"

"You mean he lets them fuck him?"

"Oh no, Rob! He's a top - in fact, a dominant, aggressive top. He's been up the ass of every one of the servants, and they're queuing up for it. I doubt that he's been fucked since the last time he was in here."

"Well I've got an idea then..." Rob put his hand to Mike's ear, and whispered something, that caused them both to break out into uproarious laughter.

"Right then, Steve", Mike commanded. "Away from him, Joey. Over into the corner, Steve, and on the 'horse' - but on your back this time!"

"Please, Mister Rooney, Master Rob.... Please don't fuck me again..."

"You still haven't learned, have you, Steve? Not only does your arguing piss me off, but it doesn't do any good. You ought to know by now that when I say do something, you do it! I didn't build Rooney's Contracts into the business it is by listening to the pleading of a lot of indentured servants! Now get on the horse, or else you'll be feeling my prod."

I almost dragged myself over to the horse, I was so reluctant. But I had no choice, did I? Even if I stood up to the prodding from Rooney, he'd soon have the overseers in there and they'd force me. Once again, as I had now done so many times recently, I began to regret ever having this mad idea of voluntarily indenturing myself just so that I could use my body to its maximum capability. It was being used all right, but not in the ways I'd had in mind.

The leather of the top was cold to my back, and as soon as I'd positioned myself, Mister Rooney knelt and fastened my wrists to the manacles on the front legs. Rob was watching, and went to tighten the strap around my belly, but Rooney stopped him.

"No, Rob. His body is very well exercised and supple, so we can get his feet right back to his head, and that really opens him up. But if you strap him down there, it prevents his ass going right up. You'll remember we only need that 'buckaroo' when he's on his belly... Watch."

Rooney got manacles with ropes attached to them around my ankles, then in turn lifted each of my legs and pulled it up and back so that my feet were almost on my shoulders. He grunted with satisfaction as he tied the ropes to the front legs of the horse, and then pointed out to Rob how I was now just as helpless as if the buckaroo strap was holding me. "See - just like a Thanksgiving turkey with his legs like that! His belly's all curled up, but his ass is magnificently accessible, and with his thighs stretched like that, we can really warm him up."

As he said this, Rooney slapped me hard, on the inside of each of my thighs, right near the top, and I flinched and yelped with the unexpectedness of the pain. "See", he said to Rob, "The inside of the thighs is always very tender, and a normal lash or cane doesn't always get there. But with his dick out of the way, and them stretched like that.... Now, before we begin, do you want his head up or down?"

"Uh?"

"Oh yes... Perhaps you're not familiar with this model of the horse. But where his head is lying is separated from the main body, so it can be lowered right down so his head lolls back unless he supports it, which is very wearing on his neck muscles after a time. Or we can jack it up, so he's looking down his body and can watch everything you're doing - I always thinks it adds that little 'something' when he can see you about to enter him, and then watch as you slide your dick in and out of him. Especially for a top like Steve, watching himself being used is especially difficult."

"Oh, it's up then, I guess", Rob replied, as if it was a matter of no concern. "Now, who's going first?"

"Oh you - you don't get to fuck as often as I do, I guess. I know you went first last time, but this one's so tight that even sloppy seconds are good!"

I watched as Rob removed his clothes, as I had done so many times when we were school, and at the gym. I couldn't help getting a slight sense of satisfaction from seeing that he was definitely getting the start of a ring of flab around his belly, whereas I knew that mine was hard and strong, something to be proud of. Rob reached down and casually started to stroke himself to a full erection, then he stopped. "Uh, Mike.... Lube?"

"Oh yes - well, he's already cum, so that's no good, and I don't like the artificial stuff - I don't allow it on the place. So it will just have to be a bit of spit - it's tough, I know, but it will be tougher on him than it is on you.... Joey...." He called the naked boy over, and said something to him, and Joey loped over to us, fell to his knees in front of Rob, and started to lick and suck at his dick.

"Easy, boy....". Rob's words sounded strained, as if he was really struggling. "Easy! I don't want to cum in your mouth like Steve did, and you're really exciting me!"

Joey turned around so that he was kneeling at my ass, then I felt his hands resting on my butt cheeks, and his fingers probing at my hole! He must have pushed his thumbs in as I felt like crying out, not only with the indignity of it all as I lay there helpless, but with the acute discomfort. My hole must have been open, as I almost jumped, if that would have been possible, at the sheer unexpectedness of what happened next - it was kind of ticklish, as Joey spat a big gob of his saliva right into my hole, and then moved it around with his thumbs. He did it twice more, then Mike called out "OK, that's enough! I can see you're enjoying that, but Master Rob's getting impatient...."

Joey scrambled to his feet and he was erect again now, leaking precum which he deftly scooped onto his fingers before it dropped and spoiled the floor. I could see a look of triumph, almost a smirk, on his face as if he was saying to himself "See! Who's the top now?" I knew I needed to do something about that boy, as it was 't right that he should be pleased to see another servant being used like this.

Rob advanced towards me, his dick straining upwards, glistening in the light. But just as he was about to push his dick into me, he turned and said to Rooney "didn't you say something about warming him up?"

Rooney grinned and handed Mike a semi-flexible leather paddle, about four inches wide, and almost with glee Rob started to strike at my tender inner thighs. It wasn't just the stinging pain as each blow landed, but the way that a fiery glow spread all along my legs - it was as if I was roasting. I couldn't think about anything other than this all-consuming sensation spreading through me, and the sounds of the paddle landing were almost drowned out by my cries of despair. Rooney signalled Rob to stop for a moment, came up to my head, and casually stuffed the silk handkerchief from the top pocked of his jacket into my mouth.

"There! I can't concentrate with all that noise going on! Now our turkey's got a bit of stuffing in his mouth, proceed!"

Rob had mostly lost interest, though, or he was keen to get started on the real business of the evening, as he only hit me five or six times more, before he was once more standing there between my legs.

"OK, Steve.... This is what we've been waiting for...." he said to me, looking along my body. I tried to shout "No, Rob, we were buddies, please don't....", but it all came out muffled through my gag, and the next moment I felt his dick against me. I fought back, of course. I did everything I could to try to stop him entering me. But you can't - a determined man with a stiff dick can always thrust it in through your sphincter, however hard you try to clamp it shut. And then, as Rob fucked me and I could do nothing but make garbled and unintelligible shouts, threats, entreaties and cries of pain, I could watch him as my head was propped up.

I saw his face change from excitement as he started, through that grim determination as he really got going, to one of being completely "out of it" as his body reacted to the excitement he was feeling. He was shouting himself, his face was all screwed up, his mouth was open and saliva was rolling out, and then he threw his head back and closed his eyes.... And I knew it was over.

He just stood there then, still inside me, looking down at me, and now laughing - almost hysterical laughter, the kind you get when you've just had a really intense orgasm.

"Fuck me, Mike!", he said when he'd got himself under control. "I don't know about selling young Joey to a brothel - I reckon you'd get a good price for Steve here! I've never had anything like that before - he really gripped me.... Not like that bitch of a wife of mine."

"Yes, Rob. But guys who work in brothels have to really like taking it - a lot of guys are turned on by having their partner tied down and helpless as Steve is, but it's not really commercial, as I don't suppose you can get the throughput. So I think Steve is safe here as a labourer."

Well, that was one thing, at least, I thought. I watched as Rob went and sprawled on one of the couches, now unworried about lying there and gently stroking his balls as we all watched. "Your turn now, Mike", he said. "I'd like to watch him getting done again - I had my eyes shut a lot of the time... Unless you want to go with that little surprise I suggested?"

"No, I've had a heavy dinner... If you've finished with him, I'll send him back. But on the other hand, I could lie by you and watch, I suppose."

Joey had been kneeling in front of Mike as he said this, waiting patiently. Rooney acknowledged him after a few moments, and Joey now slid to his feet so that Rooney could say something to him very quietly. Joey nodded, Rooney at once roared with laughter, and slapped Joey on the back, almost sending the slight body flying, then went over an sat by Rob, putting his arm around my ex-buddy's shoulder.

"You're going to get to see some action", I heard him say. "Young Joey is delighted at the thought of being allowed to take him. That was a brilliant idea of yours."

"Great! But is the kid up to it?"

"Of course. He's sixteen, and men are at their most fertile then - it's all downhill after that, you know.

A guy of sixteen produces more cum than at any other time in his life: think about it... years ago, men didn't live much beyond twenty-something, so they had to be breeding long before. They used to get married at thirteen or fourteen... And had no problems fathering kids! That's why young guys' dicks are proportionately bigger than the rest of them - they need to be ready for action before the rest of the body."

Turning to Joey, he called to him to go over to the couch, and I lay there and watched as both men fondled Joey's balls, feeling their size and shape and commenting on how full the sac felt, and then laughing as they saw that his erect dick was almost vertically upwards, and leaking cum everywhere. I'd have died of shame if anyone had done that to me at that age, but Joey didn't seem to mind at all.

"He's a good kid", I heard Mike say. "I never have a bit of trouble from him. After the first few days when he'd learned that he would get punished for the slightest bit of resistance, and once I'd reamed him out once or twice, he's always served well. As I told you, he's nice and smooth, and he's quite athletic, as you can see - if I'm tired, I just lie there on my back and he lowers himself on to me and squats there, doing all the work. If I were you and if I was having problems with my wife, I'd go down to the Court House and pick up an indenture on a nice young lad - it shouldn't be all that hard for you, as you're there most days anyway, and you must be making a stack of money, as you're a partner now."

"You're joking, Mike! I'd be out on my ear. Her father's the senior partner, you know. And he sets my salary. And if there was anything like that going on at home, he'd simply push me out of the firm. Not that I'm very secure anyway - Karen wants a kid, and her father wants a grandson... She's his only child, and he wants to keep the line going.... And it isn't going to happen."

"You mean you don't fuck her?"

"Oh sure, of course I do. I have to. She demands it - well, only on the right days of the month! She's determined to get pregnant, and on those days I'm expected to perform like a rabbit! But it isn't going to happen - although I've got lots of cum, I'm shooting blanks: rubella, as a kid. She doesn't know, but one day she'll find out as she's talking about having 'tests' herself... And when she does, there goes my nice little life as I've got no money saved or anything as she spends all I make, and the house belongs to her father...."

"Hey, Rob, I'm sorry...."

"Oh don't be. I've known for a long time, and it doesn't affect me normally - well, you can see how I fucked Steve just now. And look at the cum sliding out of his hole - plenty of it, it's just not alive."

Mike reached over and stroked Rob's dick and balls, muttering "Yes, and well presented, too....", then called out "OK, Joey - into action!"

I was still hurting from the paddling that Rob had given me and I suppose my ass lips were sore from the almost dry fucking, but I really couldn't tell above the background level of discomfort. As he'd said it was, I was aware of Rob's cum sliding out of my hole - it's funny, isn't it, that a guy's ass can hold in all sorts of crap, but it seems unable to stop cum leaking out? So I knew that Joey's fucking would at least be painless, or relatively so. And in spite of what they said about his dick, it might have been proportionately large to his body, but it wasn't as thick, or as long, as Rob's (or, at least, not from the angle I was looking!).

So as he approached me I wasn't struggling and crying and shouting out because I knew it was going to hurt me, but because I was outraged that I was going to be used by a sixteen year old boy, to amuse Rob and Mike!

And when he started, what made it worse was the way that Joey smirked at me as he pushed his dick into my ass - not that that expression lasted long, as once he began thrusting, as all men do, his face got very serious, and then ecstatic.

They left me there, tied down, long after Joey had finished, and I thought that there was nothing else that they could do to me. They'd taken my cherry the first time I'd been on the horse, really hurt me during their last session, they'd fucked me now again, and finally added to my total humiliation by having Joey go up me. If I'd been alone, I think I'd have wept - tear of rage, humiliation, and shame, oh, and a few for the pain, too. But I couldn't do that, could I, with all three of them still in the room?

End Of Part 12