Willing Slave

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 19

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Shortly after we'd had sex the bus stopped, and Darren and I had to struggle to get our clothes on as the door to our compartment was opened and a representative of Universal Slave Services.

"OK you guys - we stop here for an hour so the passengers can have a break, and a meal. You guys have got all the slave chow you need in there, haven't you?"

"Sir, yes, sir." We chorused.

"OK - you can get out and stretch your legs. And there's a slave shitter and showers in the slave ablutions block behind the restrooms for free men. Be sure you're back at the bus in good time, though, as I want to get you checked in before I load the passengers. So back here in no longer than fifty minutes, understood?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

I suppose it's a measure of how well slavery is accepted in our society that they didn't see any problem in letting Darren and me roam around the rest area in the middle of the night. There was no thought that we might escape or anything, as slaves just didn't do that.

We looked in through the windows of the restaurant and saw the free men and women eating and drinking coffee, and made our way around to the slave block for a shit.

I guess it was pretty normal for a communal slave facility - just a bare tiled room with four lavatory bowls on one wall, and a set of shower heads on the other. Darren and I sat on adjacent lavatories and I was really glad to get rid of a big load of crap that had been building up, and we decided it would be good to shower before we got back on the bus.

We slipped our Ts and shorts off and hung them on hooks by the door, then went and stood under one of the shower heads. It was good to be showering with another guy again after all those days when my fellow slaves had shunned me, and there was a new dimension to it now - as I slid my soapy hand all over Darren's body there was a tingle of sexual excitement to it: this was a body I'd fucked, and one that had explored and frolicked with me. And, as I might have expected, Darren was adventurous and playful: he didn't just want to soap my ass crack, but he began to tickle my hole and try to push his finger up it as we stood there under the warm water.

Four slaves came in as we were showering - they were all wearing identical Ts and shorts in a neat blue colour with the arm and leg edges trimmed with yellow - very Monet! They waved at us as they went to crap, and as they sat there they seemed to be paying a lot of interest in us - well, I suppose we did look a bit of an unusual pair to be showering together: I was big, muscular, heavily tanned from my outdoor life, and tattooed; Darren was shorter than me, slightly built, and his body was very white - being blond, he kept out of the sun. I guess it showed how my education was continuing as I didn't feel at all embarrassed as I continued to soap Darren and he continued to soap me in that very intimate way. I didn't even blush when he bent down and kissed my dick after we'd washed the soap off, even though the four watching slaves cheered!

We finished showering and they finished crapping, and we all went outside and stood around. They asked us what we were doing, then they saw our collars with the routing tags and said "Oh, just slaves in transit."

"So what about you guys?", Darren asked.

"Oh we live on the road.", one of them told us. "We don't have any permanent base. We're owned by a freight company, and we live in one of the big twenty-four wheeler cross-continent freight trucks. There aren't many of them now as fuel is so expensive and we only carry very high value goods. The company can't afford any delays in loading and unloading, so the easiest solution is to have us live in the truck, then when it arrives anywhere, we can spring into action and unload it."

"You mean you're constantly travelling? You never stop?", I asked

"Yup! Only for the odd half hour like this, whilst our driver goes in to get something to eat. He's a free man, of course."

"God, that's terrible!"

"Why? Actually, we all like the life - some slaves have a far worse time of it. We get to see new places, meet new people. If we'd arrived here and either of you was alone we'd have offered to fuck with you... But you two are so obviously together! Still, there'll be other guys further on down the road. And we've always got each other."

"Yes, and the driver!", one of his mates added, and they all laughed.

"But how do you manage? Stuck on the truck all the time...?"

"Hey, it's easy! How much space do four slaves really need? We've got a little hutch thing behind the cab, about six feet by four, where we can sleep. It's tight, but, well, you know, we're all VERY good friends!"

"Yes... And usually there's only three of us in there anyway as the driver likes to have one of us sleep with him when he's having an overnight stop", the second one added.

"And we shit and shower at the rest stops, and the remainder of the time we sit next to the driver and just watch the world go by. It's pretty hard work when we're loading and unloading, but the rest of the time it's great...."

We'd have gone on talking, but the sound of a truck horn split the air.

"See you around, guys, have fun.... That's the driver, telling us it's time to hit the road...."

The four men sprinted away across the tarmac, and Darren and I walked back towards the bus. I wondered what it would be like to be one of those four slaves, constantly ranging the roads of our country and never actually having a fixed place to live. It must give you a very different attitude to life, I thought. I know most slaves don't own much, but when you're in one owner's place, you do tend to collect a few personal things around you - you have your own bed, or a favourite T that your owner lets you wear all the time, or something. These guys must be completely without roots, with absolutely nothing to cling to except their life as a slave and the work they did. And then it occurred to me that at least they had themselves, the four of them, who were obviously very close. Probably they made up for the lack of stability in their lives by being really close to their mates, I thought, and I began to get rather envious of them all bedding down in that tiny cramped space together every night.... They must know their fellow slaves in ways that I found it difficult to imagine. I mentioned this to Darren, and he rubbished my thoughts.

"Hey, they're slaves. You can get as close as you like to another slave even if you're in the same place for your whole life."

"Well, you may be right Darren", I told him. "But the only problem I can see with it is that being always on the move like that you'd have no chance for proper exercise..."

"Yes, but you like running and so on - look at your body! So it wouldn't suit you. But those guys looked pretty fit, and I'd imagine that loading and unloading all the stuff from a big truck wouldn't actually be all that easy - especially if they're under time pressure. Still, I wouldn't mind sitting around most of the time.... and spending all your nights with three other slaves in that tiny space... Sounds fun to me!"

We got back on to bus, and settled down again. The USS representative poked his head in to see that we were there, and we were soon rolling again. Darren immediately took his T and shorts off, and sat there looking at me, so I did the same. He came and sat next to me, and put his arm around me, and for a time we just sat there enjoying each other's presence.

As we sped on through the night Darren gradually snuggled his youthful body against my hard mature one, and fell into a light sleep. It was harder for me to do so as I was wide awake wondering about what I'd learned - here was a young lad who really liked to take control, and who was completely unashamed and unabashed about his body and about having sex. I'd always supposed, I guess, that guys "in charge" would be big, tough blokes like me, or, of course, owners. But he'd almost ordered me to do what he wanted, and he was only a slip of a lad. It was strange, too, that he'd ridden my dick like that, and then wanted to fuck my ass - could it be that some guys liked sex so much that they take dick, as well as give it?

I was getting confused, and I kept turning these things over in my head. I suppose I'd have gone on all night, except that Darren was obviously having a dream - he started to make little unintelligible noises, with the odd word thrown in, one of his hands that had been resting lightly on my pec was flexing and almost kneading me, and his dick, which had just been lying flaccid on my belly, started to sport an erection. I just couldn't resist it - very gently, so as not to wake him, I reached down and took his dick in my hand and stroked it. It was so silky and warm under my fingers, and yet there was that lovely underlying hardness to it.

Darren's mumbling stopped and his breathing became deeper, and I went on gently caressing his dick, almost in fascination: I'd never had an opportunity to really enjoy the sensation of another guy's dick in my hand before, and it aroused me, as I felt my own dick reaching for the sky. As I stroked at him it became easier suddenly, and I stopped for a moment and brought my hand up to my mouth - yes, there was that unmistakable taste and smell of pre-cum: Darren's body was responding to my touch, even though he was sleeping.

Or was he! He murmured "Don't stop, Steve.... What a great way to wake up, with a stud like you jerking me off."

I flushed with embarrassment at having been found out, and stammered "I thought you were asleep, Darren, and I just needed to move your dick as bit as...."

"I was asleep, having an incredible sexy dream where I was fucking a big muscular stud.... And then it got so real that I woke up and found you playing with my dick. Don't bullshit me, Steve, with that 'just moving my dick shit' - you were jerking me off! That is what you were doing, isn't it?"

"Well... Look.... Actually I was just...."

I heard him give a little laugh, and he took my felt in the dark for my hand, and guided it back on to his dick. "No need to apologise, Steve... Are you ashamed of it, or something? Anyone would be pleased to have a stud like you playing with him. You haven't had many guys refuse you, I'll bet..."

And then I told him. Somehow, being able to confess to a guy I'd never meet again as we lay in the dark in the speeding bus was easy, once I'd got started. I told him about how I'd never had sex until recently. I told him about Jack and Joe, and I told him how much I'd found I liked sex, and how ashamed I was.

"But why are you ashamed, Steve? Isn't it natural for guys to want to fuck each other? Look, I think your family let you down, by not educating you properly. I'm glad my dad was more sensible, and taught me that it's OK for guys to want to use each other's bodies. Just think, you've wasted all those years - all that time with your brothers before you went off to slave training, the two years on that pony ranch - and I bet there were other really hot guys there to play with - and those five years when you were a model pony. All those missed opportunities for pleasure, and you just fucked the five fingered widow every night! No, I think your dad's got a lot to answer for, not teaching you the right way to do things."

"But my mom and dad always told us boys that sex with other men was wrong.... They even could quote bits of the bible about it...."

"Steve, grow up! How could anything that two people decide to do together be wrong? And look where their views got you - you were so frustrated that when you did start to have sex, it was almost rape. If you'd had a proper education and had always fucked around when you wanted to, you'd have approached Jack quite differently. And as for the bible.... Well, people who want to stop other people enjoying themselves can always find something in there to justify it! It's just as well those same people who quote it so literally don't do all the other things it says, like stoning adulterers to death!"

"Anyway", he went on, "Just tell them you're just doing what Jesus said, if any of those religious fanatics ever talk to you about it again."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know the main point of it all - 'Do unto others as they do unto you', and 'Love thy neighbour as thyself'... So if a guy's fucking you, it's OK for you to fuck him, and if you like making love to yourself, it's OK to do it to other guys, too. But in any case, haven't you thought about the central paradox of it all - the asshole and dick problem, as we bible scholars call it...."

"Uh?"

"Look, if God created everything, then he created dicks, and he created assholes, didn't he? So if he never intended one to go into the other, why did he make them the perfect size and shape to fit? Think about it - even the tightest asshole on the smallest guy you'll ever meet can accommodate a big, thick dick like yours - there has to be some purpose in the way that that all works out, doesn't there, if you believe in all that creationist shit. And, anyway, those Christians are not good ones to talk about guys not enjoying each others bodies - that Jesus collected twelve young, virile, single guys and they all lived together.... Well, I ask you! What do you suppose they did for sex....?"

He started to laugh then, and I realised he might have been teasing me. But he was now stroking my dick, and I didn't care much about what he said as I was enjoying the feeling so much.

He shuffled around on me, put his mouth to my ear and nibbled at my ear lobe. No one had ever done that to me before, and I loved the tickling sensation. But when his hot wet tongue slipped in to my ear and he started to lick in and out... Well, I almost shot my load, and I groaned with pleasure.

"Your body needs waking up to pleasure, Steve", he whispered. "Let me do something my brothers used to love... Now, on your belly....."

"NO, I don't take dick, as I told you...."

"Who said anything about me dicking you? Now, stop being so worried, and lie on your front and let Darren at you....."

I did as he said, and lay there, resting my head in my folded arms. His hands were on my ass, and I felt him prising my ass cheeks apart, and then a bolt of pleasure shot through me, and it went on, and on. Something had probed my pucker, and now moist and warm it was tickling and touching me in a way that I'd never experienced before. I moaned with pleasure, and I felt his hands trying to pull my ass further apart, before a new wave of pleasure went through me again. I wanted it to go on for ever, but it did stop and Darren lay beside me, casually throwing one leg over my body so that his dick was pressed into my side.

"See, Steve", he whispered "I think you would like to take a dick up that lovely ass of yours... That was fun, wasn't it?"

I could only croak hoarsely "Yes.... "

"Well, that was what my tongue could do for you... Think of how it would be if my hot dick was probing your hole like that...."

I sat upright, almost in shock. "Your tongue.... That was your tongue up my ass...?"

"Sure... Now it's your turn. Come on, Steve... You've got to learn how to really pleasure the guy you're with...."

"No... You can't want me to stick my tongue up your ass...."

"Yes I do, Steve. Come on, try it.... It you don't like it, you don't have to carry on. But you have at least got to try. You can't say you don't like something unless you've at least tried it! Surely a big tough guy like you isn't worried about tonguing the ass of a lad like me? What's the matter - scared?"

Well, put like that, it did seem ridiculous. So I helped him roll over onto his belly, then knelt between his legs. It seemed odd prising his boyish ass cheeks apart - when I fucked Jack and Joe theirs were so much more muscular and defined - and I saw his pale pink hole in front of me.

I lowered my face towards it, wondering if this is what I really want to do. My nose caught the smell of the soap that we'd just cleaned ourselves with in the shower, and I stopped for a moment and wondered how I'd feel if there was a load of shit there instead! But then, overpowering the soap, was that wonderful smell of man, that scent that accumulates around the hole and under the balls. Something clicked in my brain, and I wanted to breathe more of it in, to get closer.

My nose went right up to his hole, and, almost without stopping, I tentatively reached out with my tongue and gently touched his pucker. It felt OK - smooth as silk, and with an indescribable sweet/sour taste on the tip of my tongue. I pushed my strong wet tongue forward and tried to get it into his pucker, and Darren sighed in ecstasy, and his whole body moved back, as if he was trying to get me further into him.

Well, I really tried - I pried his ass apart until he squirmed with the discomfort, so that I could bury my nose deep into his crack. Then I licked and pushed and forced my tongue to work over his pucker. Darren seemed to be really turned on by all of this, as he continued to moan all the time and kept saying "Yes, Steve... Oh yes.... Steve, fantastic.... Fuck me with your big strong tongue....". But it did nothing for me - sure, there was the intoxicating scent, and that was really turning me on as I was really hard, but otherwise, I felt nothing.

After a few minutes I was, frankly, bored. But my dick was aching for relief so I got to my feet and guided the tip of my dick at his pucker- he was well lubed by all my spit, and I leaned forward so that my dick head went into him.

Darren said "Oh Steve.... Fucking marvellous... Put it all in, mate... I want that dick of yours right in......"

Well, with an invitation like that, who could refuse? I rammed home, and Darren's young lithe body moved forward on the seat, so powerful was my thrust. His little crooning words changed to a "Fuck........", as I think it was very uncomfortable for him.

But once I was in, I felt that "something" go off in my brain, and I started to thrust vigorously in and out, slamming myself into him each time so that there was that satisfying "slap" of my body into his ass. He began to grunt, that deep, low sound that comes right down from within a guy, in time to my thrusts, and in between them he was making almost mewing sounds of pleasure.

I didn't care, though - all I wanted to do was to give myself satisfaction, to feel my dick being gripped by his tight, boy's ass, and to enjoy the feeling of being totally and utterly in control of his body.

Suddenly he screamed, and I was so surprised that I stopped in mid stroke, my dick buried deep in him.

"Steve... Slow down."

"What?"

"I screamed, to make you stop. Look, mate, you're fucking away and I guess you're enjoying it, but what about me? You're just using me and you're not worried about whether I'm enjoying it, or not. So slow down, see how it feels if you go slower, watch how I'm reacting...."

The little cunt! He'd got me worried for a moment, and all he wanted to do was to make me stop! He'd almost spoiled it for me totally, so I just ignored him and started fucking him again, as deep and hard as I could. He was really moaning and crying now as my body slammed into his, and I knew he was powerless to stop me. I fucked and fucked, but it was over all too soon as I starter to shoot, and then I just had to stop and relax, as you know.

I pulled out of him after a few moments, and stood there, panting. I saw Darren roll over so he was lying there looking up at me.

"Is that how you fucked the two slaves who used to be your buddies?", he asked in a low voice.

"Yes, I guess so. Why? Is there another way?"

"Why do you like doing it like that?"

"Well....." I stopped, as I couldn't really think why. And why was this little cunt interested, anyway?

But he'd made me think, and I continued, hesitantly, "Well, I like being in charge. When I'm fucking you like that, you're totally in my power, aren't you?"

"No, actually, I'm not."

"What do you mean? You couldn't escape my dick, could you? I had you skewered!". I kind of half laughed as I said this, to indicate that I thought he was bullshitting me.

"Look, Steve, you're right that I couldn't escape physically. But you weren't in control of me. Sure, you fucked away for a couple of minutes, but what was I thinking of? Was I turned on in the same way that you were? No.... You may have been fucking my body, but you had no control of my brain: you didn't overwhelm that with your boring fucking."

"Your mind might have been totally on pleasure, but mine was on something else.... You weren't in control of me at all: you were up my ass, but I might as well have just cupped my hands together and let you fuck those. You know jack shit about dominating and controlling a guy with your dick, so I suggest you shut the fuck up about it."

I was so amazed, that I couldn't think of anything to say. He saw my confusion, I think, and went on "When you're fucking a guy, if you do it properly you're totally focussed on it and you get just as much pleasure, if not more, than you just got. But he should be so consumed by your dick, that he can think of absolutely nothing else.... Your dick should be the centre of the universe for him. And your big, brutal strokes just don't do that. So now you know... I expect you'll fuck other guys in your life, but none of them will ever come back and willingly be fucked by you again... They'll never crawl to you and beg you to dick their asses as it was so fantastic last time. You might be able to force them to do it again, but where's the pleasure in that? With your body you can probably make guys do almost anything, if you threaten them enough.... But surely you want to have guys turned helpless by your dick, their bodies so enslaved by your fucking that they'll do anything to get you to take them again.....?"

"Oh stop whining, Darren - you enjoyed that, I know. All this bullshit about letting you enjoy it - fucking's all about me having fun....."

"Sure it is, Steve. But you only had about twenty percent of what you could have had. For one thing, it was all over in a couple of minutes, whereas if you'd done it right you could have fucked me for hours.... Anyway, it doesn't matter - my brothers and my dad really knew what they were doing, and I guess a guy like you with no experience can't be expected to do the right thing. I expect you'll find someone to teach you one day, if you're lucky, and until then you'll just have to let the other guys think you're some sort of country hick, just shooting his load as quickly as he can."

That really hurt! I hate not doing things right, and hate even more being thought to be untrained or inexperienced. He'd struck home. But I wasn't prepared to concede anything.

"Well, you're entitle to your views, Darren... But I know what I like...."

"...and you like what you know." He complete my sentence! "Steve, if you're not willing to learn, you'll never know what you're missing out on. And I guess you're just scared to find out, as you hate to be proved wrong!"

That really got to me! I'm not scared of anything - I'd even faced up to the prospect of being gelded without breaking down or running away. And I'd taken the whip.....

"No I'm not. Of course I'm not scared..."

"So prove it, then.... Let me show you how it can be done better."

"No."

"See, I told you. You're scared to try, to find out what proper sex is really like, to learn from someone more experienced than you are - or more experienced than you're ever likely to be, if you carry on like this!"

"So if you're not scared, lie down on your back, bring your legs up, and grab hold of your ankles.... You can do that, can't you? Your body's in good enough condition?"

What was I supposed to do? If I just ignored him, he'd know I was afraid of trying new things. On the other hand I didn't want him fucking me - I'm a top, after all. Then I thought of his dick - it wasn't as long or as thick as Jack's, and as I'd taken that, how could his possibly hurt me? I stood there, uncertain about what to do, and he said, quietly now, "Come on Steve, lie down... Let me show you how two guys can both really enjoy fucking.... You're still in charge - if you don't like it, just tell me to stop, and I will, instantly...."

So, against my better judgement, I did. I felt stupid lying there with my ankles around my shoulders, but Darren stood between my legs, looked down at me, and whispered "Lesson one - this is the best way to fuck a guy. On his hands and knees - doggy - is OK for a quick fuck, but if you want to go long and deep, like this is the best way - I can get the last bit of my dick right down into you in this position, and you'll feel my pubic hair right up against your balls."

As I lay there he kind of shuffled towards me and I felt the hot, moist tip of his dick pressing at my hole.

"Lesson two - don't be too eager to ram it in. Tease the head of your dick over and around his hole, like this...."

I gave an involuntary grunt of pleasure as that miraculous tickling, pleasurable sensation spread through me.

He did it a few more times, sometimes teasing my hole, and sometimes reaching down and gently squeezing my balls, and scratching his fingernail between the end of my sac and my hole. I squirmed with pleasure and involuntarily moved my hips as he did this, and I heard him say "That's right, Steve, start to get worked up. Can you feel the sweat breaking out on you as I use your body as a plaything, as I play you just as if you're an instrument...."

Actually, yes, I could. And then he started to massage my hole with his fingers, first pushing one finger in until I could feel the palm of his hand pressing into my ass, then gently pulling out and going in with two, and finally, with three. His fingers were deliciously smooth and slippery, and he whispered to me that he'd lubed me with some of my cum that was leaking out of his ass hole from where I'd fucked him a few minutes ago. He carried on, moving them in and out, gently stretched me from side to side, and all the time, with this other hand, he reached forward and down and played with my tit rings.

I was almost unable to control by body, and it felt amazing to be massaged like this.

I don't know how long he did this for, but after some time he pulled out, and again in a very low voice said "Do you want my dick in that hole of yours now, Steve?

Are you ready to take my dick in you, deep and hard and long?"

I was so aroused, that all I could do was say "Yes."

"Tell me, Steve, what do you want...."

"Please, Darren, I want your dick in me....."

"Good boy!", he said, and at the same time he leaned forward and gently wiped his hand across my brow, which was glistening with sweat. "Just relax and enjoy my dick, Steve.... As I do it, tell me how much you're enjoying it.... I want to hear you tell me that you want my dick... Don't be shy, there's only the two of us here..... I want you to take part, and I want to hear you ask me to fuck you...."

As he was saying this I felt his moist dick head at my hole, and then he pushed gently, and I felt that wonderful thrill you get from your sphincter muscles as they tell you something hot, warm and delightful has passed through. I moaned, gently.

"Come on, Steve... My dick's in you.... Do you want me to stop, or shall I fuck you? Tell me you want me to fuck you, Steve...."

I was almost beside myself with the pleasure flowing from my ass, and I obeyed. I heard myself say "Please, Darren, fuck me..... Please, fuck me...."

He started to push almost infinitely slowly in and out, and all I could do was lie there and give myself over to the pleasure flowing through me. I knew I was moaning quietly, although what I was saying, I have no real idea. Then I shouted as abruptly his stroke changed, and he roughly and vigorously pumped in and out of me, before slowing down again.

I was covered in sweat, and by the faint glow of the compartment's light I could see that his torso was running with moisture from his exertions, too. He stopped, still inside me, and looked down at me, grinning.

"Enjoying it, Steve?"

"Yes."

"Want me to go on?"

"Yes."

"No, Steve, you have to ask me... No, beg me... Come on, I want to hear it... "

"Fuck you, Darren! I don't beg to be fucked....."

He gave a little laugh, and without warning pulled out so that his dick head almost left my hole, and then slammed hard into me. I gave a great grunt - it wasn't so much painful, as some exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Go on, Steve... Tell me you want me to fuck you..."

"No...."

Another brutal thrust, another flood of sensation, another cry from me, and I knew I was in his power, totally. All I wanted was to feel his dick inside me, to feel him fucking me..... Another ram into me, another cry from me, and I knew it was no good. Almost so quietly that it was hard to hear, I murmured

"Please, Darren... Please fuck me... "

"What do you want, Steve? Do you want my dick in you?

Do you want me to fuck you so hard you cry with pleasure? Tell me, Steve...."

"Yes, please, Darren. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Let me feel your dick in me... Please, Darren...."

He started again, and I really don't know how long it went on for: I just couldn't focus after a time, and I just lay there, sweating, panting, groaning, and pleading with him to carry on fucking me.

But it was all over eventually, and he fell forward onto my body. I let go of my ankles, and wrapped my legs around his waist, as if I was trying to hold him in me for as long as possible. He carried on panting for a few minutes as he'd put a lot of physical effort into it, then pressed his face close to mine. I wrapped my arms around him now, too, as I loved the feeling of closeness.

"Are you OK, Steve? That wasn't too intense for you?"

"No, Darren... It was absolutely amazing...."

"See, Steve, that's what I mean by being in control. Once I'd really started fucking you, you were powerless, weren't you? You couldn't stop me because you didn't want me to stop... That's what real power and control is about - making the other guy want you to continue so much that he loses the will to stop you."

We lay there for a time, silent, as we were so close to each other. Then Darren pushed himself away for me a bit, and said "Right.... Now let's see that you've learned.... Come on, don't lie there all night - I want that dick of yours in me properly now!"

He looked so young and frail as he lay there with his legs in the air, waiting for me to fuck him. But I did all the things he'd done to me, and I started to see how I could "play" his body. By speeding up or slowing down, varying the length of my stroke, changing whether I slammed into him or gently inserted my whole length into him, and sometimes stopping totally and reaching down and tweaking his nips, I realised that he became even more under my power than if I just brutally fucked away. I revelled in seeing how his body arched towards mine, how he moaned and pleaded with me, and how it was almost as if my dick acted as some sort of control over him.

When I eventually did cum, I was shattered - my powerful thighs ached from thrusting away, I was covered in sweat, and my whole being throbbed with physical pleasure. Now I knew what it was really like to be totally on top when fucking!

End of part 19

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 20

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories

Dawn came and we sped on through the country, but Darren and I hardly noticed - we were either dozing after sex, or having sex. I was amazed at how much the lad knew about pleasuring guys, but I had a thing or two to teach him, too. Although I'd learned the lesson that you didn't need to be tough and rough to be in total control, it still gave me a huge sense of satisfaction to occasionally stop being gentle and start hard, brutal fucking so that Darren had to shout out and plead with me to stop.

He started telling me that he didn't like it, after I'd cum, and I told him I didn't fucking well care "Every now and then you've got to be taught that I am a big, strong guy and I can take your ass whenever I want to", I told him. "That ought to increase the excitement for you - when my dick advances on your hole, am I going to be the reasonable Steve, looking out to prolong the session and give us both maximum satisfaction, as you taught me? Or am I the wild Steve, with the dick that's rampantly out of control and only wants to fuck and fuck until I cum? You won't know until I've started, and that' the excitement, the risk."

He looked at me a bit strangely as I guess his brothers and his dad hadn't really been true aggressive dominant men like me, and this aspect of fucking hadn't occurred to him before. Still, we got on well enough, and my only regret is that we were so intent on each other that I barely had a chance to see any more of our country as we went through it.

The whole compartment reeked of sex - we were both sweating like pigs, there was cum everywhere mixed with our ass juices, and that additional "something" in the air when men have been fucking - their pheromone output must get turned up, or something, as there's that special "tingle" that you can't really smell consciously and yet gets through to your brain which gets turned on by the thought that men have been having sex. When we stopped we usually got out and had a quick shower, and when the USS rep told us that we were on our last break before the city, we didn't fuck again. I wanted to, actually, but Darren said he wanted to save himself. He was being met, and he wanted to be "fresh".

"Don't be such a prat, Darren.... Who cares? I'd have thought that seeing you after sex would be a pleasure for anyone.... Come on, get those shorts off, as I want to fuck again."

"No, Steve.. Just because you know how to do it properly now! Save yourself - who knows, you might see some nice slave boy in the city, and you'd want those balls of yours ready for action...."

"Get them off, Darren, or I'll pull them off you and fuck you hard!"

"Look, Steve... I've got to arrive fresh. It's really important....."

"Well convince me - you've never told me what that job is your dad lined up for you, anyway. What can a sixteen year old slave do anyway, without training? I had to spend two years...."

"Yes, I know, '...two years hard training, to turn into the perfect pony' - you've told me often enough. Well, if you must know, I've been bought by an escort service that specialises in young guys."

"Escort service? Escorting what - cash being carried through the streets, that sort of thing?"

"Are you joking, Steve, or are you really that innocent? Look, an escort service hires guys out, supposedly to 'escort' their clients to social function, an evening at the cinema, to dinner, that kind of thing. In practice of course they only escort you to bed....."

"Surely no on wants to hire a guy for sex...."

"Oh, fucking hell, Steve! Where did you grow up? Didn't anyone ever tell you about 'the oldest profession'.... Prostitutes.... Rent boys..... You must have heard about that."

"Yes, but I thought it was only women that did that sort of thing."

"You really are naive, aren't you? Guys have always hired themselves out for sex, and since the Lottery was introduced it's become even easier. An escort agency doesn't have to worry about a lot of flaky guys who might or might not turn up now - it just buys a stable of good-looking slaves, and sits there and waits to collect the money!"

"So women are going to hire you to fuck them?"

"Well, they might, I suppose. But in practice 99.9 percent of the clients are men who like fucking other men."

"But why do they need to pay for it? Surely it's easy enough to find another guy to fuck with...?"

"Yes, if you're good looking, in your twenties or thirties, and have the time. Otherwise it's easier just to look through the guys on offer at an escort agency and pay the stated fee for an hour, two hours, overnight, whatever."

"So you're going to spend all your time being fucked?"

"Probably not - I'll do whatever the customer wants, but I'm told that most of the guys who go to these sort of places want to be fucked.... Very few 'tops' find it difficult to get an ass to fuck, however old or out of shape they are. If you want to 'bottom' though, the competition for tops is fierce and they can pick and choose the fit, the handsome.... So I expect I'll spend most of my time fucking, and, as you've found out, I'm rather good at it, and I like it!"

"But Darren.... Well, you'll have to fuck some fat, old guys, won't you? It's OK to go with someone like your brothers, your dad, or me.... We're all in-shape...."

"Sure I will, but that's part of the job. And there will also be some studs like you every now and then - guys in from out of town, away from their wives, who just want to have sex. I'll look forward to those, as I chatted to an escort slave once and he warned me that the fat old guys really like being fucked by fresh young sixteen year olds like me! I'm going to have to sit on their laps and have them paw me and drool all over me, then I'm going to have to push myself between their great lardy ass cheeks...."

"Darren, that's gross! I think your dad would have been a better father if he'd let you take your chance at the slave auctions in the usual way...."

"No way! I might have been bought by the mines, or to work in a factory or an office or something. This is a fantastic opportunity for me, and one that uses all my talents...."

"Oh, come on...."

"No, seriously, Steve. Look, I'm a handsome lad, just sixteen. I really like sex, and I know how to do it, and do it really well. Before I'm eighteen, and the market has 'tired' of me as the escort agencies like to turn the stock to keep the clients interested, I aim to have found a special client, a 'protector', who hires me at least once a week. Then when I think my time's about up, I'll wheedle and persuade him to buy me off the agency... I'll promise to be his 'special lad' for ever. There's enough rich old guys out there to fall for it, and I'll live the life of a pampered sex toy after that. I'm not going to work and work all my life, as you are going to have to do between the shafts of one of those traps of yours! If I play my cards right, with a bit of luck I'll be driving around with my owner - who I'll dominate anyway - using slaves like you."

"But what if you don't..."

"It will happen, Steve. Men are obsessed with sex, and I'll be able to persuade them when they're at their most vulnerable. And, anyway, what have I got to lose? If it fails, I'll have had a couple of years of great sex, and I'll be no worse off than going to auction now. In fact, I might even be better off - if you were a master and you were thinking of bidding on a slave at an auction and there were two identical guys with nice bodies, both able to do the work, but one was an ex-escort, which would you pick?"

I hesitated for a moment, and he cut in "I'll tell you... You'd pick the escort. All owners probably think about fucking with a slave occasionally, and the prospect of owning one who was completely experienced would be great. I'd have a positive advantage over the others."

We might have gone on discussing Darren's extraordinary ideas for his future, but the bus plunged into a tunnel and Darren said we must be crossing the river into New York.

"So this is almost goodbye, Steve! Watch out, as one day I might be cracking the whip at that ass of yours, as me and my owner try out a new pony...."

To tell you the truth, I was upset at losing Darren. Even though I'd only known him a very short time he was a really nice young lad, and I wished that the way that slavery ruled our lives didn't mean that I'd completely lose touch with him. If we'd been free men, even if we lived some distance apart, we could have phoned and met occasionally. But both of those things were impossible, so this was almost certainly "goodbye", and not "au revoir".

We came out of the tunnel, and almost immediately the bus pulled into the bus terminal on the banks of the river. The door to our compartment opened, and Darren and I scrambled out, and solemnly shook hands. Then we walked together to the Universal Slave Services offices to check in, and there was bad news for me. As he took my collar off and scanned the barcode on it to see my routing details on his PC, the supervisor said "The last train for Scarsdale has left, and the first is not until nine tomorrow morning, boy. They don't run them like they used to in the old days, to save fuel. So as your owner didn't pay for accommodation, I guess you'll be sleeping in the waiting room here - be sure to leave by seven thirty tomorrow morning, so you've got time to walk to Grand Central. Here's a simplified street plan - you can read, can't you? And your tickets."

"Sir, thank you, sir. I can read enough to be able to follow the plan, sir."

"Right, boy. There's a slave chow dispenser in the waiting room, that's over there."

He ceased to be interested in me almost immediately, and turned his attention to Darren. His PC bleeped, and he said "You're being collected, boy. That big buck black over there's waiting for you...."

I heard this too, and both Darren and I looked over to see a big black guy standing against the wall - and I mean big! He saw the USS guy pointing at him, and came over. He reached out and casually read my name from my tattoo, then dropped my arm and did the same to Darren. He ignored me totally, and put his arm on Darren's shoulder, almost dwarfing the lad.

"Hi, buddy.... You and I are going to be very good friends.....", he began.

When I said he was a big guy, I mean really big - I'm six three, and he had a good two inches on me. And I'm broad and muscular, but he was broader and seemed to be all muscle. His slave T and shorts were skin-tight, and you could see that he had a really defined body. His skin was jet black, too - not the sort of black you usually get in blacks in our country which tends to be diluted as there was so much interbreeding with the white plantation owners originally, but the really deep, jet black that those guys who come directly from the funny African countries whose names you can never remember. I wondered how he'd ever got to be a slave.

Darren wasn't afraid of him or anything, though - as I'd found out, he always liked to lead. He turned to free himself from the massive arm, and reached out and pushed the black's T sleeve up so he could read the tattoo.

"Hi, Sam! So why are you interested in me?"

"I'm from the escort agency. They've decided we're going to be buddies - you know, do duos for clients who like... well, who like contrasts! Young and old, muscle and twink, black and white.... A big muscled black like me and a slim young white guy like you. But don't worry - you'll soon get used to riding my dick once I've got you properly stretched to take it!"

"Fuck you, Sam! I might ride your dick, as you put it, if the client wants me to. But it's more likely you'll be riding mine! I can't wait to try out what must be a beautiful black hole if the rest of what I can see is anything to go by. I think the clients would rather see a big black muscle stud like you being totally dominated by a young white lad! That's the American fantasy, after all - whites ordering blacks around."

The black guy looked really amazed by Darren - I think he was expecting to meet a shy young lad who needed gently introducing to sex, and instead he'd got Darren.

"Are we working tonight?", Darren went on.

"Hey... No..... They're not slave drivers, you know. The agency though you'd be tired after the journey, and we'd need a day or two to get acquainted.... So they're not taking bookings for us until the day after tomorrow."

"So what do we do now?"

"Well, I guess we could go back to the agency, and I'll show you our room...."

Darren turned to me, and said "You haven't got anywhere to sleep tonight, have you, Steve? I heard that guy tell you to sit in the waiting room all night. So why don't you come along with us?"

"Well, I.... Well, he told me I could sleep here, and I've got a map to get to Grand Central.... And, anyway, I don't suppose the escort agency would like it...."

"Ah, screw that! He didn't say you had to stay here, only that you could stay here. And I expect Sam here knows the city a bit if he's done lots of out-calls to clients... Is that right?"

"Sure is - I know the city like the veins on my dick!"

"So there you are. Sam and I will take you to the station in the morning. And I don't suppose anyone keeps a check on the comings and goings into the slave quarters at the agency, do they, Sam?"

"Well, no...."

"So there you are. Come on, Steve.... Come on, Sam... I can't wait to compare you two studs in bed. I can't decide which of you I'm going to fuck first.... Or perhaps I'll just watch, as Steve tries out his new skills on Sam.... Or perhaps I'll see if Sam's dick is really as big as it looks through his shorts, and whether Steve is man enough to take it, or if he squeals like a stuck pig...."

Darren turned and headed towards the exit. Sam and I looked at each other and shrugged, and followed him. It was just as if Darren was a master, used to giving orders that would be obeyed, and didn't feel the need to look back to see if we were following.

The three of us went out into the street and I was amazed at he number of people there were striding along. Same explained that slaves had to stay on one side of the street, to leave the opposite side for free men to use, and I noticed that all the shop fronts on that side were in use with stores and cafes and bars, whereas on "our" side of the street they were mostly bricked up: slaves had no need of stores and bars, did they? The street itself had a few buses, and lots of cabs - I wondered how many slaves were actually employed as ponies here, as there seemed to be an endless line of them going up and down: but then, I guess there would be a lot of cab traffic around the bus terminal.

Darren took my arm and pointed upwards "Imagine what this would all have looked like before the big crash, Steve! All these towers brilliantly lit. Now, with the elevators only running once or twice every hour, they can hardly let the top floors at all. And no one can afford to leave the office lights burning. But it must have been fabulous."

Sam chipped in "These towers are a bastard - if you get a client on the twentieth floor or something, you have to talk up as they won't run the elevators for slaves. You're exhausted even before you start having sex. Some of the clients who hire us are really living on the edge of their incomes, and have to take the higher floors. I wonder they don't save the fees they pay to the agency, and have a decent apartment on the ground floor instead!"

"You know", said Darren, who seemed to be up in these things. "At one time the higher you went in a building , the more expensive it got. And people paid a premium for what they called a 'penthouse' - the apartment right at the top."

"I've got one really good client, though", Sam chipped in. "He has almost the whole of the ground floor in a block on Fifth Avenue, and he's really rich. It's great to go to service him as you're right off the street and straight into his apartment... That's real luxury."

Even though I'd had lots and lots of sex, I needed exercise. I really wanted to stretch my legs and run, so I asked Sam if there was a problem with doing that.

"No, Steve.... We're going fifteen blocks, so run ahead if you want to. They'll just think you're a messenger boy, delivering an urgent letter or something. In fact, I'll race you..... I didn't get a full work out in the gym today as I had to come on down here and pick up the brat...." - he pointed at Darren, and grinned at me.

"Tell you what", he went on, "Let's race for fourteen blocks, and the winner gets to fuck Darren first.... You are a regular guy, and fuck, aren't you? Not one of those queers who doesn't like men?"

"I've got a better idea", Darren chipped in. "You two studs race, and I'll give the winner the time of his life - sex like you've never had it before....."

"And what does the loser get?", Sam asked.

"Oh, the same, when I've recovered!". We all broke out laughing, just as if we were really good friends who'd known each other for years. I revelled in this easy camaraderie with my fellow slaves, and was sad to think that I wasn't going to be part of their world tomorrow.

Still laughing, Sam and I set off, and it was really competitive! I'm a trained runner, of course, but my training is really in sustained medium-speed runs, not fast sprints over a short distance. Sam wasn't a runner at all, I guess - except that most of those big, tall blacks seem to have a natural ability for it. When I was a kid we were watching TV one night, the Olympic Games or something, and my brothers were commenting about how all the sprinters were blacks. "It's their genetic make-up", they told me. "All those generations and generations living in Africa, surrounded by lions and such. If you couldn't run fast, you got eaten, and you didn't breed. So over time all the blacks got to be much better runners than other races."

Anyway, natural ability or what, it was really hard work - we were really competitive, and each of us was trying to prove something to the other, I think. We flashed past all the cabs, neck and neck, and it was probably a dead heat at the corner we agreed to stop at. We stood there in that classic pose athletes do when they're recovering - slightly stooped over, our hands resting on our knees, as our lugs sucked in air and our hearts started to return to normal. It was almost like being back in pony school again, having another guy to run against, and I realised how much I'd been missing just pulling a cart for my owner... But then, that's what being a slave is all about, isn't it? Serving your owner, rather than doing the things you liked. There were no athletic clubs or anything for slaves.

Darren sauntered up, saw us standing there, sweat streaking our bodies and making our Ts cling to our chests, and demanded "Who won, then? Who do I fuck first?"

"No, boy - the rules are a little different", Sam told him. "The winner gets to fuck you first. The only problem is that it was a dead heat, and I've been discussing that with Steve. I understand he's a regular guy who likes fucking, so as we both won, we're both going to fuck you first - one of us is going to take your ass, and the other your throat. And you don't even get to choose which is which! Steve is the guest, and he gets first pick....."

Darren could see that the big black was joking (or was he?), and smiled. We all set of together again, and after half a block stopped in front of a really luxurious door, with two uniformed guys standing outside it.

"This is the entrance to the Agency", Sam told us, "Or, at least the entrance for the paying clients. Us slaves who work here have to go around the back....."

As we walked on to the corner he explained "We're a the top end of the market and mostly we do out-calls as our clients prefer to fuck in the comfort of their own apartments, or their hotel suites. But there are some men who can't take an escort to their place, and so there is some in-call business. It's very well arranged here - for the clients, that is - as they can sit in a luxurious lounge and the available escorts are paraded in front of them. Then, when they've picked the slave they want, there are several comfortable bedrooms, each with a big whirlpool bath and all the trimmings.... Then only thing is, well, you know, for us slaves...."

"What, Sam?"

"Well, it's a bit like being auctioned all over again!

Do you remember how it was when you were last sold? You had to stand there naked under the spotlights on the auction platform whilst the auctioneer read out all your particulars, and then he'd make you erect for them all to see, and all of that... Well, it's a bit like that every night when you're on in-call duty: you appear totally naked, of course, and you're properly 'displayed' by an experienced handler in front of each client. I don't much like it - I hate all those men looking at me, and some of them, of course, go on to actually paw me over before they make up their mind. It's not the sex I object to afterwards - I usually enjoy that - it's the thought of being treated just like some sort of commodity that they're hiring."

"Oh come on, Sam", Darren butted in. "You're a slave. That's exactly what an escort is - some sort of commodity, to be hired. Even if you were a free man, if you were an escort you'd still be a commodity, as you put it...."

"Yes, Darren - but if I was a free man hiring myself out, I wouldn't have to parade naked with a lot of other guys in front of the clients - I'd speak to them on the phone, or something. And if I found one of the clients to be really repulsive - very fat, very old.... You know the type that can't get sex except by paying for it.... Then I could turn them down. No, it's dreadful being a slave escort, totally without choice at all in which guy hires you, and then in what he chooses to do to you. If I was a free man I could advertise myself as a top, or a bottom.... But as a slave I have to do whatever the client pays for."

"Hey, Sam", I said. "That's slavery for you. You've just got to accept that once you lost out in the lottery things were never going to be the same as if you were a free man. You don't mind being a slave, do you?"

"Well I guess not, not most of the time, Steve.... It's just sometimes!"

I wasn't used to hearing this sort of talk from slaves as where I'd grown up, been trained, and worked, all the slaves generally accepted their role in life. It sounded really daring for a slave to actually be saying that he wasn't happy being a slave, and it made me start to think a bit about my own role - well, I was a good slave, but I'd been treated so shittily that it did start to make me question whether it was right. I didn't get the chance to say anything else to Sam, though, as we arrived at a side door, Sam pressed some buttons on a panel by the side of it and there was a click as the latch released, and we went in.

As you'd expect , it was only dimly lit and we headed off otwards a staircase.

"We're reall lucky", Sam said. "Only on the tenth floor! You know how it is without elevator service- they usually put slaves in the cheapest bit possible, but we only have to go up ten floors. The main offices, viewing rooms and pleasure rooms for the agency are all on the second floor, as they can't expect their clients to walk all that way, but it's OK for us - actually, it means that the agency management leave us alone when we're off duty, and it's easier for us to enjoy ourselves."

We trudged up the stairs - even though we were all young fit guys, it's a real bind to have to do that many steps - and Sam pushed a few more buttons to open a door giving on to another dimly-it corridor.

"Her we are, guys!, he said, cheerily, "Home at last."

We went past several closed doors, then Sam opened a door into a quite large room. I almost gasped with astonishment, because there, against one wall, was a big double bed! Now mom and dad had a double bed at home when I was growing up, and I'd occasionally seen it when I peeped into their bedroom. But us brothers all had single beds, and single beds and bunks were the norm in all the slave quarters I'd been in.

"This is ours, boy", Sam told Darren. "Just you and me here when we've finished work. This is our room - communal showers and shitters for all the slaves are across the hall. Pretty good, isn't it?"

"So I'm sleeping with you?"

"You sure are, boy! That's OK, isn't it? We're going to be fucking each other at work, after all, and the agency likes us to 'bond' properly, as they say clients can tell when two guys who have been hired to perform sex to amuse them are properly 'together'. But don't worry about it - if you meet another slave and want to bring him back here, I don't mind.... I might even join in, as I'm not at all shy, as you might have guessed....."

Darren didn't seem so sure. "Hey, Sam, it's nothing personal. I don't mind fucking a stud like you, but I don't want to have to spend all night in the same bed, too... A man needs a bit of freedom...."

"Don't you worry about that, Darren! You'll soon get used to having my body wrapped around you. My last partner started off like you, as he wasn't used to always being with another guy, but after a bit he soon acclimatised. Now.... Steve here looks tired, so let's stop all this messing around.... First, let me have a good look at my new partner..."

He reached out to Darren, and expertly and quickly, before either Darren or me really knew what he was doing, pulled Darren's T over his head, and yanked his shorts down to the ground. Darren stood there, naked, in front of the two of us. I'd seen him before on the bus, and liked his slim, laddish body with its fine sprinkling of hair and medium sized dick, and I saw Sam licking his lips faintly as his eyes raked Darren's body.

Sam stepped back and sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled Darren gently towards him. He bent his head down and stuck his nose into Darren's crotch, and breathed in deeply.

"Just what I like! That special scent of a young guy!"

"Hey - cut it out!", Darren said, sounding rather peeved. "Stop that... Oh..... Stop.... Oh....."

He almost collapsed into laugher, as one of Sam's big hands had snaked out to hold Darren's ass so that the lad couldn't pull away, and then had carried on sniffing, and then licking at Darren's dick and balls with his big tongue. Darren was squirming around, as he found it so ticklish.

Sam stopped what he was doing, and pulled Darren so that he sat on Sam's big, muscular thigh. Sam's muscular black arm went around the lad's shoulder, and before Darren could do or say anything else, Sam's head went down and started to nibble one of Darren's tits. Darren of course started to wriggle but couldn't move away, and obviously didn't find it that unpleasant as his cries to Sam to stop were only very half-hearted.

I stood there and watched in amazement - the huge black man in his tight T and shorts with the young, slender naked white guy sitting on his thigh, having his nipples sucked. It looked so... well... erotic, somehow, and my dick started to rise under my shorts.

Sam stopped, though, and lifted Darren up and almost placed him so that he was lying in the centre of the bed. Then he stood and pulled off his own T and dropped his shorts so that he, too, was totally naked.

His body, now that I could see it filly, was superb. He was in even better shape than me, and his dick was bigger, too. He stood there completely self assured and proud, looking down at Darren, and I could see from the look in his eyes that Darren was as impressed as I was.

You could tell Sam was a superb athlete as when he threw himself down on top of Darren it was with an amazing agility and grace, and he landed just right, taking his weight partly on his knees and elbows so that he didn't crush Darren. He was right on top of the lad, and all I could see was Darren's head and arms and part of his legs sticking out from under Sam's big black frame. He moved his body up and down over Darren, who began to moan gently.

"That's right, boy.... Get the feel of my body on you", Sam went on. "Shall we put on a show for Steve now? Lots of guys like to see a big black stud like me fuck a tight young white ass like yours.... "

"Hey, no... Save yourself", I said. "Look, I'm tired.

Darren and I have had a long journey..."

"And I suppose you fucked all the way?", Sam asked.

"Well, yes.... We did, a bit."

"So you know what his ass is like? Or did he try to fuck you?"

I felt myself starting to blush. From the way that he'd said it, it sounded as if Sam thought there was something wrong with Darren fucking me, and. As you know, I hate to do the wrong thing.

Sam saw me, and went on "He did, didn't he? You let this young lad go up your ass! Well... Darren, understand this..... I don't let my boys fuck me. Your ass belongs to me, and you can expect to be dicked whenever I feel like it, but the only time you'll get to fuck is when a client wants dicking.... Any problems with that?"

Darren, still pinioned helplessly under Sam's magnificent body, never the less sounded quite defiant. "You're fucking right there is! If we're supposed to be partners and buddies, then it's fair shares for all! You can dick me as much as you like, and I'll enjoy it from what I've seen of your tackle. But fair's fair.... Turn and turn about, and all of that.... I like dicking ass, too, and if yours is the only one around, then that's the one I'll have. And you can ask Steve there to tell you just how good I am at it...."

Sam started to laugh, and looked at me, and said "Well, he's a spirited little bugger, isn't he! Does he really fuck as well as he brags about it?"

I was blushing a lot now, and all I could say was something like "Well, it was OK...."

"Don't just stand there, Steve...", Sam went on. "If you don't mind taking dick, get naked and come and lie here - I don't often get a chance to fuck a big stud like you."

"But I thought you were an escort.... Surely...."

"Look, Steve, take a look at me! I'm a big, black stud, right? Well, you may not think it after so many years of equality and everything, but a lot of white guys are really turned on by the idea of fucking a black ass. So I only get two kinds of assignment - either I'm a duo with Darren, when I do get to dick him, as that's what they want to see: young, helpless white guy 'raped' by a big black thug. Or I'm the huge, black slave that all their fantasies say should be fucked. I get so many white guys' dicks up me that I've lost count. It's pathetic, really - they strip off and they're usually those big overweight redneck types with big bellies. Then they call me 'boy', make me spread my ass for them, and just get in and out with no finesse at all. Actually, I think that when they get down to it they're ashamed - they see their dicks, and they see mine.... And as you've probably seen, I'm the embodiment of what every white guy thinks about black guys.... I really do have a bigger dick! So fucking that muscular ass of yours will be a real pleasure tonight.... And, just for a change, I might like my own little show: you can fuck Darren again whilst I watch, or he could fuck you... Yes, that's it.... That would be amusing for me....!"

"Hey, no way. This is all too weird. Look, it was nice to meet you. And you, Darren.... I'll just take myself off to Grand Central Station, and wait for the first train..."

"Typical white guy, chickening out", Sam said. "The thought of a big, black buck like me.... You know you can't compete...."

Well, I wasn't going to have him think I was a wimp, was I? So as he watched, I pushed my shorts down, then pullet my T up over my head - I knew that as my muscles stretched up, my dick would stand out even more.

"Wow! I've not seen a white guy hung like you before", Sam exclaimed. "But it looks as if you have some nigger blood in you.... And it's all flowed into your dick! Perhaps that's why you've got such a big one - did they slice it off a black, and graft it on to you? And those tattoos - are you trying to look like some of the lost tribes from the deep jungles?"

He was grinning as he said this, and I could tell that he felt a bit sorry for the state of my body. So I carried on bantering: "I'll tell you one thing - the colour of it doesn't affect it's ability to fuck! Now, black boy, get up off my buddy Darren, and get on your hands and knees - you need a proper white man's dick up you, not some pathetic thing hanging under a fat old guy's belly.... Or are you afraid to feel what a proper stud's dick is like up your ass?"

He rolled over onto his back and I saw his dick was rock solid, jutting to the sky. Darren was by the side of him and he too was hard, and I realised that I was, too.

I went and lay on the other side of Darren, and we would have looked a sight if anyone looked in at that moment - two huge muscular guys and one slim one lying there, dicks pointing at the ceiling, and each wondering who was going to do what to who first!

"OK, Steve", Sam said. "You're the guest... So ass or throat - we promised young Darren here a spit-roasting - you choose...."

"No.... I don't want to...."

"Ah, so that show you're putting in is just for display. As I thought, you don't want to fuck...."

"Yes I do, black boy! But I've been up Darren for the last twenty four hours, and a man like me needs a big, muscular ass to fuck. Now, I told you - on your hands and knees, and I'll 'dog' you like you deserve to be fucked...."

"Oh yes, master....". Sam was laughing now as he emphasised the last word. "Please, master, put your big white dick up this poor black slave's ass, master.... Except that it isn't white!"

Well, with such a start, we had a fantastic time. He did let me go first, but I took him lying on his back so I could really practice all those control things Darren had taught me. And when he fucked me, he was just as expert. As an added bonus, Darren knelt by the side of us as we fucked and constantly excited our nips with his slender fingers and his sharp teeth.

Oh, and, just for the record, we did then spit-roast Darren. As I reamed Darren's ass and Sam fucked his throat, he looked over his shoulder at me and said "I bet this is the only time this lad will ever be silent - when he's got a dick down his throat!"

We slept in a big, sprawled heap, our bodies coated in sweat and cum. And I learned something else, too: when we woke, early in the morning, neither Sam nor I wanted to fuck again as we were too tired. But Darren was a 'morning person' and wanted to play - so he had us lie on our backs and then he jerked us both off, to see who would cum first. As we lay there panting afterwards I looked over to see that Sam's cum looked just the same as mine: I don't know why this was news to me, as blacks' blood is the same colour as white guys', isn't it? So I suppose I should have known that you can't tell just by looking whether cum is from a black guy or a white one.

All three of us showered together in the communal showers - we were the only ones up, and Sam told me that most of the other guys would have been servicing clients until the very early hours, and were allowed to sleep in as there wasn't much morning business. Sam gave me a clean T and slave shorts as mine were pretty grubby after the journey, and then he came out and jogged all the way with me to Grand Central.

As we shook hands, he said "That Darren's a pretty nice guy... I think you know that, don't you?"

"Yes - he's loud and pushy, but we got on well on the journey. I'm glad I met him. Take care of him, won't you?"

"Of course! I really liked him when I first set eyes on him. In this trade you need to be a bit assertive and 'alive' - I couldn't bear having a partner who lay there like a dead fish. It will be fun really getting to know him, and I guess our performances will always be interesting!"

"Well, I think he might be a bit 'down' later today.... He was looking forward to being an escort as he wants to meet a rich owner who'll buy him and treat him like a pampered favourite! And now he finds he's going to be your fuck toy, doing mostly exhibition work and with not much chance of that meeting... So he'll be disappointed."

Sam grinned at me, pressed his hand to my crotch to feel my dick one last time, and moved my hand to his do that I could feel him. "Hey, Steve, his disappointment won't last long.... This is what he's got to look forward to!"

He turned and walked off then, and I went to the USS booth to pick up my train ticket.

End Of Part 20