Willing Slave

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 11

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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

Although Jack was younger than me he was sexually much more experienced. I'd always lived a 'straight' life at home with my brothers, going to the local slave school, and generally getting ready to be enslaved. But in his neighborhood once young men destined for slavery became mature they started to have sex with each other: some of them were gay already, of course, but it was the habit there to introduce all young future slaves to the pleasures of proper sex. And at his pony training ranch the proprietor and trainers firmly believed that good, regular sex was an enormous help in getting ponies' bodies properly fit and tough. It seems that Jack had only been waiting for some move on my part, as he too wanted the comfort of another strong virile body wrapped around him at night and had really been missing the pleasure that another man can bring.

As we lay there together that first night we didn't do all that much: we hugged each other and felt our dicks stabbing at each others' bodies, then we jerked each other off - even on that first occasion I remember that we managed to both cum simultaneously, so that we drenched each other with our hot semen. Then we slept, arms around each other, faces together so that our breath mingled, and only woke up when it was time for work the next morning. The other slaves looked at us in amazement, as up until this time they had never been any such overt sex in our dorm, except for one handyman and a gardener who were known to be "together". Joe winked broadly at me as we stood in the showers, and said "I always knew you'd go for it in a big way one day.... I'm just sorry it wasn't with me!"

My life looked as if it was set to be perfect! My owner and Master Scott were still away, and the pain from my piercing had mostly subsided. I reveled in working alongside Joe pulling the giant mowers, and I was eagerly waiting for the evening when Jack would be back from the city after pulling my former owner's trap to and from the office, just as I had used to do.

Even Mistress Linda-Anne was away, so I knew that I wasn't going to have to be used as a sex toy, and as I thought about saving my cum for Jack, I was of course erect. Fortunately, with my owner away, the Overseer had let me wear ordinary slave shorts so I had a little freedom of movement, and as I trudged on up and down the lawns the tip of my dick constantly rubbed against the fabric of the shorts, adding to the pent-up excitement in me. I suppose that is one advantage of being made to were a tiny pouch as your work clothes - your dick is so squashed inside it, especially if you do start to have an erection, that there's no further excitement induced by its movement against your sensitive dick head.

Normally I might have gone away and jerked off when we had our midday break, but I was so keen to keep myself for Jack that night that instead I lay by Joe in the shade under one of the huge oak trees. He looked across at me, and grinned.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You, Steve. You've been sporting a huge boner all morning, and now the way those shorts are tenting out is positively amazing! Sex with young Jack must suit you."

I blushed a bit, as I still wasn't used to talking about sex. "So what changed you?", he went on.

"I suppose it was those things I had to do when I was away.... After all the humiliation of the so-called games, I was amazed how the other guys all enjoyed each other. And I joined in - well, I had to really.... And then I found how much fun it was. I realise now what I've been missing all these years."

"Well, be careful, Steve. It's not a good idea to become too attached to another slave. Remember, your owner can sell you off at any time. And I think Master Scott would rather enjoy recommending Master Jason to do that - if he found you and Jack were really 'together', it would show his power over you to simply sell you, away from this house. That's always the risk....."

"No, Joe, he wouldn't do that. He knows he'd never find a better pony."

"Don't be so fucking naive! Of course he could find another pony, one that's just the same as you. He could send away to the same ranch, where they use the same training methods.... Just remember, it's easy for an owner to sell a slave and disrupt that guy's life totally. So don't get too attached to Jack - you and he are both young guys, and there's no harm at all in enjoying each other. It's good for you both. But don't let that physical pleasure turn into anything else, or you'll get hurt. Believe me."

"Well, OK. I hear you. But it won't happen."

"Yes it will, Steve. If you and Jack have fantastic sex, that's great. But the tendency then is for the two guys to start to mean something to each other. And then, if either of you is sold, there's a whole lot of upset when your lives are pulled apart. And your owner doesn't even have to sell you - suppose he decides to move out of this house and get a city apartment: you and Jack would be pulled apart anyway.

So I'm saying that you shouldn't let it happen: you and Jack are both strong, fit men and it's good that you're having great sex together. But that should be all. You'd be much better off playing the field a bit, and making out with some of the other slaves as well so that you and Jack don't get too exclusive."

"I suppose all this is because you want to fuck me!"

"Well, actually, yes. Who wouldn't want to fuck you? Look at yourself - supremely fit, fantastic body, and even quite handsome, in spite of that ring through your snout. But I'm not talking to you like this because of that - if I'd wanted to fuck you, I've had plenty of time to make my move, after all. How long have you been here?"

"Five years, I guess."

"Exactly. I've looked at your body for five years, and, yes, I would like to fuck you. But I've always thought you didn't want to. I always think that it's hard enough being a slave anyway, having your whole life totally controlled, and so you do need a tiny part of it that's under your own control. So I always thought you wanted to control your own sexuality, and didn't push you into jerking off with me, or fucking, or anything. And now you have decided you like sex, it's too late, as you've got Jack."

"Joe.... I'm sorry... I didn't know..... "

"Look, Steve, all men need sex. But a lot of us have to just put up with our own hands. My advice to you is to make the most of Jack whilst you can, but just think of it as great recreation, and a proper outlet for your sex drive. Don't let it go further than that.... Or you'll get hurt."

I saw him look away slightly as he said that, as if remembering something.

"Did that happen to you, Joe?"

He took a long time to reply. "Yes. Another slave and I were more than just fuck buddies... We really loved each other. If we'd been free, I think we'd have lived our whole lives together. But then I was sold, and came here, and I've never seen him or heard of him again - the owner here had me shipped from the West Coast as he'd seen me in a slave dealer's in Los Angeles when he was on a business trip. And that's impossibly far for two slaves to keep in touch with each other. We can't even phone, after all."

"Joe, I'm sorry...."

"Hey, it was a long time ago. And I suppose it's all part of the experience of being a slave. We think our lives are not under our own control every day as we have to work at what we're given, have to sleep in the dorms, and all that stuff. But it's only when something like that hits you that you realise what having absolutely no freedom is all about."

I was much more subdued that afternoon. Somehow my mood of happy optimism had evaporated. Of course I was looking forward to Jack that night, but, somewhere inside me, I knew it wasn't just about sex. Or was it? I didn't know what to think, really. I'd never had sex before, and had no experience at dealing with men as lovers. Were my feelings for Jack just because he was my first 'real' partner, one I'd chosen willingly, rather than having been forced to take? Or did guys always think about other guys like this? My dick seemed to know what it was about, as I was still mostly erect that afternoon, but my brain was in turmoil.

Waiting for the sound of Jack's trap as he pulled his owner home from the tram stop was almost more than I cold bear. I hung around in the shrubs at the front, straining to hear the wheels on the road (We were of course allowed out in the grounds as there was no fear of us escaping, being properly trained slaves. But the owner liked to see the front of the house clear, with the lush green lawns sweeping up to the white pillars, and so we were not allowed to hang around there, where we might be seen).

Jack eventually did appear - slightly later than usual - and he was pulling not only his owner but mine too, as master Jason was traveling with his father. Jack pulled up smoothly at the front door and the two men alighted, then he trotted around the back to put the trap away. I ran to greet him, and we hugged. I couldn't help myself - I reached down to feel for his dick as we were doing this, as I so desperately wanted the feel of him again.

"Hey, steady on, Steve. Give a guy a break! I've just run from the tram stop with a double load, whilst you've been idling around here today. And you know I've got to clean the trap before I'm off duty..."

Well I did, of course, as I'd done that very thing so many times when I pulled Jack's owner home: he always wanted the trap to be absolutely spotless and gleaming the following morning, and so the last thing you did every night, however tired you were, was to clean any spots of road dust off the trap, and give it a final polish. But with two of us doing it, it didn't take long, and Jack and I started to head towards the dorm block.

"Come here, Jack", I almost whispered. "No need to run off...."

I threw my arms around him, and went to kiss him.

"Hey, Steve. Cool it! Lots of time for that. I need

a shower - I must stink of sweat."

I didn't care, in fact, quite the opposite: the fresh, manly smell coming off his body was helping to drive me wild. I hung on to his arm and pulled him close to me, and then, almost as if in a frenzy, I kissed him passionately whilst sliding my hands up inside his T so that I could feel his hot, sweat-damp body. I rested one hand on his left pec, and started to gently tease his nipple. Jack responded now and his tongue was beating time to mine as we kissed, and his hands were now over my body, too.

Our legs overlapped each other, and I could feel his erect dick pressed against mine through the thin fabric of our shorts, and then Jack's hand dove down beneath the waistband of mine and his firm fingers encircled my dick. I followed suit, and felt the tender hardness of his erect dick - there's nothing quite like that sensation, is there? We both simultaneously started to tease each others' dicks, and our breathing became ragged and we had to break off kissing for a moment.

"Jesus, Steve.... Stop that, or I'm going to cum right now...."

"Me too!"

We broke apart, and stood looking at each other.

"I can't wait for you to shower", I said, somewhat amazed at my boldness - I wasn't used to the idea of taking a lead in sex. "I want you, right now."

We went back into the carriage shed and quickly threw some of the cushions from the traps onto the floor. Then we peeled off our Ts - no, almost tore them off, I think would be a more accurate description, and pushed out shorts to the floor.

It's fantastic, isn't it, to grapple and roll around with another guy when you're both naked and completely hard? We pulled each other towards ourselves, and the sensation that went through my dick as it got squashed between the muscular planes of my belly and Jack's were better than anything I'd ever experienced. We were kissing deeply and hands were tweaking nipples and running up and down bodies almost as if we were trying to make one body from two.

I reached down and started to jerk Jack off, but he in turn reached down and stopped me. He put his hands on either side of my head, and very gently pushed me down towards his erect dick. I whispered "What....?"

"Come on, Steve. Suck me! You know you want my dick in your mouth, and I want to feel those hot lips of ours around me...."

I wasn't sure. I'd never sucked a dick before, and even though I'd learned to love the feel of the warm hardness of one in my hands, I just wasn't certain about it in my mouth. But I couldn't disappoint Jack, could I? And so under his gentle but insistent pressure I bent my head down towards his pubes. My nose filled with his scent - he'd been sweating as he pulled the trap, and hadn't yet showered, but overlaid on that was that wonderful male smell that comes from the sweat glands in that area. The heady male aroma spurred me on, and I tentatively reached out with my tongue and licked gently at his dick head.

The salty taste of his sweat excited me, overlain as it was by a slight bitterness that I thought might be piss, and something else..... But I had no time to stop as Jack continued to press down on my head, pushing me further onto his erect member.

I closed my lips on his shaft, and thrilled with the sensation - you know how it is, the way the skin is warm and enclosing something rock hard, but somehow the actual skin itself is soft to the touch. I bobbed my head up and down once or twice, feeling Jack's meaty flange bang against my teeth.

"Hey! Careful, Steve! No teeth", Jack whispered.

I wanted to say I was sorry, but you can't, with a mouth full of dick, can you? But I started to flush with embarrassment, as I hated Jack to think that I didn't know what I was doing - no one had ever told me that you needed to keep your teeth away from the sensitive areas of the dick, and in my excitement it had not occurred to me.

It was so good, that I wanted to take his whole dick into me. But as the pressure on my head started again and in response I went further down, Jack's dick triggered my gag reflex and I started to splutter and choke. I had to jerk my head off him, and I was wheezing and coughing, and my eyes filled with tears.

"Easy, Steve", Jack whispered again. "Go on, back down on to it. All that coughing will have filled your mouth with spit, and I love to feel it.."

So I did, and this time Jack not only pushed my head down quite hard, but jerked his hips upwards, too, so that his dick slammed into the back of my throat. I gagged again, but he didn't let up - his hands held my head down onto him, and he continued to thrust against the back of my throat. I couldn't help myself - I pulled his hands away from me, and almost threw myself backwards off him. I sat on the floor, wheezing and spluttering.

Jack was smiling. "Don't worry, Steve - I'll soon have you trained. A lot of guys gag like that the first few times you fuck their throat properly. But, if we work at it, you'll soon be able to take my whole dick right down. It's OK to suck at the end as you were doing to start with, and most guys will let you get away with that. But to give a guy a proper thrill you've got to let him stick his dick in as far as he can go - to properly fuck his throat. You need to feel his nose right in your pubic hair, and the sensation of the back of his throat against your dick head."

"Still", he went on, "Quite good for a first time. And I didn't want to cum anyway.... At least, not yet."

He stopped talking then, sat up himself and leaned over towards me. He put a hand around my neck and looked me straight in the eyes. "Don't worry, Steve.... You'll learn. Here... This is how it's done..."

His own head came towards my dick, and at first he just skimmed his lips up and down my shaft. But then he took all of me into him - somehow having his head deep into my crotch, with his nose pressing against the skin of my sac was unbelievably erotic. As he moved up and down it wasn't just the waves of pleasure from his mouth that were exciting me - it as seeing his head down there. Almost by reflex I put my hands on his head and started to maneuver him around to maximise my pleasure.

I couldn't hold out for long - it was so intense, that I felt that familiar sensation starting in my balls and the next moment I was moaning "Oh, I'm cumming,,,,,".

My body thrust upwards as if I was trying to get further into him, and as I banged against the silky softness of his throat I knew I was shooting my cum at it. My whole body arched as I shot, and then I wanted to relax, but Jack kept sucking at me and moving my dick in and out of my mouth. I'm always incredibly sensitive at this time, and when I'm jerking myself off I always have to stop as the waves of sensation are too extreme. But I wasn't in control now, Jack was! And I gave great gasps of exclamation as he remorselessly continued to give me the most extreme stimulation.

He ddid stop after a few moments though, and I just lay there on my back, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened. Jack hadn't finished, though, and he quickly moved to kneel between my outspread legs, then bent forward so his whole body was lying along mine. I could feel his warmth, the wetness of his sweat, and the pounding of his heart as he lay on me, and then he moved his head up and kissed me.

I opened my lips and his tongue slid in to me, and I started to reciprocate.... And realised his mouth was full of cum, my cum. I wanted to pull away as soon as I recognised this - like all guys I'd tasted cum, of course: what lad hasn't tentatively licked at his palm after he's shot a load into it when he firsts starts jerking off? But I didn't particularly like its bland flavour, or the cloying stickiness of it in my mouth, so I never did it again.

But as Jack's tongue worked it into my mouth and we carried on kissing passionately, I saw what a different thing this was - what a marvelous thing one guy can do to another, to bring him off, hold his cum in the mouth, and then share it in this totally intimate way. This was better than any kissing I'd ever done before, and as we lay there, our bodies intertwined, I wondered what else I had to discover about the pleasures that two men can bring to each other.

We slept together that night, and at some point we were both awake, and both erect. We started to play with each other's dicks, and then Jack whispered in my ear "I'm going to fuck you, Steve.....". I wasn't sure I wanted him to do this, as I didn't like the idea of a guy's dick up my ass - I was OK to jerk off with a guy and even to suck him, but the idea of having a dick thrust up me wasn't appealing.... But I didn't like to say anything as I wanted Jack to think of me as an equal, not as an inexperienced wimp.

So I put my worries to one side, and tried to make myself comfortable as Jack pushed his body down the bed a bit. Then I felt that first sign that you're going to get fucked - Jack's finger was scratching at my sphincter, trying to get in.... He pushed away at me, reached up to lick his finger, then tried again and suddenly popped inside me. He massaged my hole, and it wasn't unpleasant, as I had feared, especially as Jack kept kissing me, nibbling at my lip, and tickling my nips with his free hand.

With insistent gentle pressure he made me roll over on to my belly, then whispered for me to get on my knees.

As I did this, his hand gripped my neck and pushed it down into the mattress. I was worried that all the other slaves would hear us and see us, and I really wanted to stop and just resume cuddling, but Jack was now kneeling between my legs. I wanted to cry out, but was a bit ashamed, actually, so I let him carry on. He pried my ass cheeks apart, and then I felt for the first time that wonderful sensation as his hot dick head pressed at my sphincter.

"Relax, Steve...", he whispered. "Come on, boy, relax..... Let Jack in to you.... Come on, Steve, you know you want to take me.... Just relax and take it....."

Well I wasn't sure I wanted him in me, but it seemed too late to stop now, and in response to his insistent pressure I felt that tightening, then the little pain, and finally the flood of warm pleasure as his shaft slid into me. He carried on pushing, and I was hurting - I wanted to cry out, but Jack carried on holding my head down into the mattress, and I stifled it. His whole warm body was now pressed right along mine, and his hot breath tickled my ear as he whispered "I'm right in you now, Steve. My big dick is right up your hole. I've got you now, Steve.... How does it feel to have my dick right inside you?"

I muttered something.. But I know I wasn't very coherent. I was still worried that all the other guys would hear us, and I anyway wasn't certain that I really did like this - it was good to have Jack so close to me, but there was a funny mixture of pain and pleasure that I'd never know before.

As Jack started to gently pull himself in and out of me I started to moan gently in time with his actions - I think I really was liking it now - or was it just that there's something about having a guy's dick inside you that almost forces you to enjoy it? He went on and on, and I could hear his starting to breathe hard. I relaxed, and waves of pleasure started to go through me as he thrust away.... But then Jack changed. He started to pull out very quickly, and then slam back into me extremely hard. The first time it happened I almost yelped with the unexpected ache it caused my hole, but as he carried on I started to cry out, hoping he would hear and stop. What was he doing? Why had he changed from the slow, languorous thrusts that were so much fun?

I could dimly hear him starting to shout "Yes, Yes... Oh Jesus Christ, I'm cumming.... Yes.....!"

He gave one last slam into me, and then was still. He collapsed forward onto me, and I could feel him heaving as he gulped in air to his lungs. We were both slicked with sweat, and he almost slid off my back as we were so slippery, and I let my knees slide down so that I was lying flat on the mattress , with Jack on top of me, his dick still right up my ass.

"You're one good fuck, Steve. I'm going to do this a lot more....", Jack whispered.

Very slowly he pulled out of me, turned me to lie on my side, then lay facing me. He leaned forward and kissed me, and reached down for my hard dick - I'd lost my erection whilst he was fucking me, but now it was back again.

"Oh, so what are we going to do about this...?", he whispered, and started to jerk me off.

"Jack, stop that.... I want to fuck you now."

"No, Steve. I don't take it up the ass. Well, only if my owner makes me. With mates, I'm the one on top."

"That doesn't seem very fair.... Come on, Jack... We're buddies.... Let me try and see if I like fucking."

"I said, no, Steve! I told you - I don't take dick"

Actually I was now a bit pissed off - I wasn't sure I "took dick" either, but I'd let Jack do it as he was my buddy. And now he was saying I couldn't do the same thing to him.

He was lying on my arm, and with my other hand I reached down and tried to get my hand between his legs to feel his hole as he had felt mine. He tried to stop me, and to move away from me in the narrow bed, but I wrapped the arm that he was lying on around his shoulders, and held him to me.

My finger found his tender spot, and I started to push it into him as he had done.

"Cut it out, Steve!", he said again, now a lot more insistently.

"Oh, come on, Jack.... "

He gave a little grunt as my finger went into him, and I started to massage and stretch him.

All the time he kept saying "No", but I paid no attention - I was sure he was just doing it to make it more exiting for me.

I went to turn him on to his belly, but he resisted me, and I had to really exert myself - I was five years older than Jack, and those five years really make a difference - at 24 your muscles are so much harder and stronger than they are at 19, even when those nineteen year old muscles are used to hard exercise. A guy really develops a lot more power in those few years, and I used it now to force Jack to turn over. I threw my body on top of him, and my greater weight was now also to my advantage - even though he thrust and wriggled, there was no escape from under me.

It was now me with my big hand gripping the back of his neck, and holding him still as I shuffled around. I forced - yes, I suppose it was force, as he didn't really want to do it - a knee between his legs as he lay there, then brought the other knee over so that I was kneeling between his outstretched legs. The more he resisted and tried to struggle, the more exciting it was, and I hissed at him "get your ass in the air, Jack, so my dick can enter you."

"Fuck off, Steve.... I've told you...."

He gave a big shout at that point as I reached between his legs, grabbed his balls, and squeezed them!

"Get that ass of yours up in the air, you little cunt...". I was surprised that my mood had changed so much, but I was in full heat. I've since learned that a man who's intent on fucking really shouldn't be denied, should he? Once your dick is hard and you've made up your mind that you're going to go up the ass of another guy, it simply isn't sensible to try to stop it, is it? Especially when the owner of the dick is tougher, heavier and stronger than you are!

The lights were on now in our dorm as the other slaves had been woken up by the noise, and I was peripherally aware of them getting out of bed to come and stand around, looking at us in surprise. But I guess they were sensible and knew that they shouldn't interfere, or, perhaps, they were just looking forward to seeing the spectacle of one guy fucking another, as they said and did nothing.

Jack struggled to his knees, and I shuffled forward so that my dick was right against him. I reached down and wiped my dick up and down his ass crack and teased the sensitive membranes of his pucker with it. I was leaking pre-cum all over him, and he was now making one hell of a noise, demanding that I stop and let him up. It only made it all the more exciting, and I pushed my dick forwards at his hole.

I hadn't expected it to be so hard to get in, and I needed a lot of effort to make my rock-hard dick actually go through his sphincter, and I was pushing so violently and was so inexperienced that I didn't expect it to happen quite so suddenly, and didn't think to pull back a bit. Consequently the whole of my dick slid into him in one go, and my belly smacked into his ass.

Jack gave a scream, that was fortunately muffled by the bed, but somehow this only served to excite me - I started to pump quickly in and out of him, and was rewarded by more of Jack's cries as I did so. It was so exciting - the feeling of his ass around my dick, the sweat-drenched bodies slapping against each other,

the smell of his ass juices mixed with mine from when he'd just fucked me, the animal cries that Jack was making, and my own shouts of pleasure, all combined to make the most incredible experience I'd ever had. I wanted it to go on and on, but my body was not in total control and I felt my balls suddenly contract and start to shoot a huge load of cum.

I just had to stop - it's too painful for me to carry on doing anything with my dick once I've shot - and, just as Jack had, I collapsed forward on top of Jack.

He was sobbing! Above the sobs I could hear him saying "You bastard, Steve. You fucking bastard.... "

"Hey, Jack, stop that! I don't like that kind of talk. What's the problem?"

"The problem...? You've fucked me, and I didn't want it. You've fucked me hard, and I hurt. Look, you bastard, I though we were buddies...."

"I thought so too, Jack, and don't buddies have fun together? We wanked each other, sucked each other off.... So what's wrong with fucking each other?"

Jack didn't answer, but just lay there, his chest heaving,.

"Silly cunt", I thought to myself. "What's wrong with taking a mate's dick up you?". I was so pissed off with Jack that I left him there, and went and got into the empty bed in the dorm. Some of the other slaves were trying to comfort Jack, but I needed my sleep now. So I sat up and told them to get back into bed and turn the light off - I'm much bigger and stronger than all of them, so they weren't inclined to argue with me, and so they gradually left Jack and went back to their own beds.

I felt fantastic - that was the best sex I'd ever had.

I could see now why men like fucking - it was so much better than jerking off or sucking: They are fine as preliminaries, but a man's dick needs proper exercise, I now knew. All my body was on fire with excitement, and my brain was zinging with pleasure as I relived the feeling of thrusting into Jack, of totally dominating and controlling him as I impaled him on my vigorous strong dick.

End Of Part 11

THE WILLING SLAVE, Part 12

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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

My owner and Master Jason were still away, so I was set to cutting the grass again the next day with Joe. As we'd all got up that morning I thought that the other slaves were very quiet and there wasn't the usual mornign banter as we went about shitting, showering and eating our slave chow. Jack had totally ignored me as he went off to get the trap, too.

Joe was strangely silent as we worked away, and, to tell you the truth, I didn't much care - I was a bit pissed off at having to mow yet again, as it's not right to use a trained pony slave for a draft slave's work like this, is it? We had a break at mid morning, and as we cooled off under the shade of one of the huge oak trees, Joe finally said "What you did was not right, Steve."

"What?"

"What you did to Jack last night: it's not right."

"Don't be fucking stupid, Joe. We were just having sex. Lots of guys do that."

"No, Steve. You forced him."

"No I didn't. We were in bed together, and he fucked me. Then I fucked him."

"But he didn't want it."

"Yes he did, really. It was just making it more exciting, by pretending to say no. Lots of men pretend not to want to be fucked, but really want to feel a dick up them. Jack's experienced at sex - he knows a lot more about it than I do, so stop worrying about him. It's no big deal, anyway - we're buddies, and he's used to the feel of my dick - having it up his ass isn't the end of the world, you know."

"Look, Steve, I know you're a nice guy. We've lived together in the dorm for five years, and you've never done anything like this before. I'm just telling you, don't do it again."

I was really pissed off now, and I could feel my anger rising. "Mind your own fucking business, Joe! What I do to Jack is between us, so keep your nose out, OK?"

Joe just shrugged, got up, and went back to the mowing machine. I let him go - he was perfectly capable of pulling it himself, after all, and if he wanted to work away instead of relaxing a bit, that was fine by me. I lay in the warm air, and let my eyes close. I was so tired after my interrupted sleep the previous night, and I almost drifted off to sleep. As I did, I started re-live the feelings I had as I fucked Jack, and sprang a huge erection that tented the front of my shorts. After a time, my dick was hurting so much that I raised my ass in the air, slid my shorts down over my hips so that my dick was jutting proudly towards the sky, and started to gently jerk myself off.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I snapped to being fully awake, let my dick go, sat up, and, to my horror, saw the Overseer looking at me.

"I thought you were a well-trained slave!", he snapped. "But Joe is working away alone when I told you to help pull the mowing machine, and you're just idling here jerking yourself off. Pull those shorts back up, and get back to work - and come and see me when you're back in the slave quarters tonight!"

I was flushing with embarrassment, not only because the Overseer had caught me jerking off, but because of his comments - I was a well-trained slave, and I'd never done anything like this before! Would he believe that I usually worked as hard as I could, and that this was the only time I'd ever failed to work away diligently?

I ran off across the lawn, and joined Joe in the traces of the mowing machine. For the rest of the day I worked harder even than usual, to try to make up for my error, and by the end of the day I was exhausted.

I went into the Overseer's office feeling very worried and sad, and he was sitting behind his desk.

"You're the last one I would have suspected of slacking", he started.

"No, please sir, I wasn't..."

"Shut the fuck up, Steve! You're in enough trouble already, and I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. I ordered you to cut the grass with Joe, didn't I?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

"And instead of that, you let him work away alone, so that you could lie there and jerk off."

"Sir, no, sir..."

"Are you telling me I'm lying, slave? Didn't I see you jerking yourself off?"

"Sir, yes, sir. But...."

"No 'buts'. You disobeyed, you did not do your work assignment, and you let a fellow slave do your work for you. Isn't that right?"

"Sir, yes, I suppose it is, sir..." "Not 'suppose', Steve. That's the way it was. Now as you know we don't usually punish slaves on this estate - your owner is a good man, and treats slaves well. But I can't let you get away with deliberate disobedience and slacking. Strip your T and shorts off, and bend over the desk."

I went to protest, but thought better of it. There was no way that I could explain that I'd only meant to sit there for a couple of more minutes and that it was Joe who'd finished our regular break time early. And, anyway, even if I did, would it make any difference?

I wasn't embarrassed at being naked in front of the Overseer, of course, as he'd seen me in the showers hundreds of times during the past five years. But somehow, having to stand in front of him in his office seemed humiliating.

"I said bend over the desk, Steve. Are you determined to be wilful and disobedient?"

I moved forward, and went to lie with my chest on the desk.

"No, idiot! Lie on your back, with your ass over the edge and your feet on the floor".

I moved do as I was told, and then the Overseer continued "You were so keen on jerking of this morning that I think you should do it now. Lie there and let me see you produce a big load of cum."

I've never felt so humiliated in my whole life. This was worse - much worse - than when I was first processed and sold. It was worse than being made to run almost naked through the streets in just a tiny pouch. Somehow, on your back, with a guy looking down at you, it's particularly bad to have to jerk off - I reached down for my dick, and it took a long time to make it go hard.

"Are you going to continue to disobey me, slave?", the overseer was asking. "If I tell you to jerk off, you jerk off. Now get on with it - you're already down to be punished for your behaviour earlier, and so don't make it worse."

All this, of course, made it even harder for me to get an erection, and I thought that if he'd only just shut up, I might be able to do it. But, fortunately, I did feel a stirring of life at last, and I did start to go erect. I jerked away at myself, all the time hearing the Overseer saying things like "Hurry up, and "Quit keeping me waiting.". And when I finally did cum, it was pathetic - not the usual huge spurt that would carry half way across the room, but a pathetic dribble that barely made its way out of my piss slit.

"What's that, slave? I thought you were meant to be a big, virile stud! I've seen better than that from seventy year olds!", the Overseer taunted me, and I felt myself starting to flush with embarrassment.

"You know", he went on, "I think you must have stopped again later today and jerked yourself off again - I can't believe a big, virile slave like you couldn't shoot more than that. Yes, that's what you must have done...."

"Sir, no, sir, I worked all day...."

"Shut the fuck up, slave. It's a sign that there's something wrong with you that you dare to interrupt a free man. And I've often heard you telling the other slaves that you're properly trained..... Well, it doesn't sound like it now!"

"I was going to let you off with a forced wanking", he went on, "But I think a more severe punishment is called for. We don't usually beat slaves here, but you need bringing back firmly on course. Turn over, and expose that ass of yours - we'll see if we can give you something to remind you that slaves do as they're told!"

As he was speaking ,we heard the sound of other slaves going past the door, and the Overseer went over, opened it, and told them to come in. There were five of them, including Joe and Jack, and he told them to line up.

"I think things have been too lax around here for too long", he said to the room in general. "I've decided to punish this slave for his errors, and you may all as well watch so that you know that I won't hesitate to deal severely with any slacking, any disobedience...."

Well, it wasn't the cane that hurt. Well, it did, actually - it was thin and sharp, and as he brought it down six times across my naked ass, I felt every stroke. I wanted to cry out, but bit my lip, and made no sound. But my body betrayed me, and I felt my legs jerk involuntarily as each blow struck. No, it wasn't the pain, though. It was the feeling of being punished in front of my fellow slaves for something I basically hadn't done. I really was only using up my normal rest time, and if that fucker Joe hadn't stalked off and gone back to work early..... And if Jack hadn't kept me awake half the night so that I didn't sleep properly.... It was all so unfair.

When the Overseer told me I could get up I was wincing with the pain, but bright red with the embarrassment and indignation I felt. I wanted to strike out at something, but now I had to keep my cool in front of him and continue to act like a subservient slave.

"Any more slacking or insubordination from you, Steve, and I'll beat you again. Is that understood?"

"Sir, yes, sir".

"You're an older, more experienced slave and you ought to be setting a good example. But I think you should look at how the young pony Jack behaves, and model yourself on him. Is that clear?"

I almost had to grit my teeth together as I said "Sir, yes, sir". It was all so unfair.

He dismissed us all then, and we went together into the showers. Jack still seemed to be pissed off about something, and as we stood under the water he said, tauntingly, "So, Steve - model yourself after me, as the man said! Now, let me look at that ass of yours..... hmmm... I like those stripes.... When I fuck you tonight it's going to give me a great deal of satisfaction to slam into those marks: you'll really know you've got a GOOD slave up you then...."

This was all too much for me. I lashed out at him, and in a moment we were rolling around on the tiled floor of the showers, clawing and punching at each other. As you know, I'm bigger, stronger and more powerful than Jack, and within a very few moments I'd completely subdued him, and had him held in front of me with my arms wrapped around his neck in one of those kind of wrestling holds where the guy just can't get away. Fighting with him had made me go erect, and my dick was pushing at the crack in his ass cheeks. I revelled in holding him like this, in my power, and I started to thrust at him. He began to shout at me to stop and to try to wriggle and get away from me, and the more he did this, the more excited I became.

I kicked his feet apart, and got my dick right between his thighs. It then only needed me to bend him over at the waist, and I could feet the end of my dick in contact with the softness of his pucker. That was it, of course - there was no stopping me now, and I thrust forward with all my strength so that my dick smashed its way into him.

He screamed and tried to struggle, but he was powerless now, impaled on my dick like an inset in a museum display is impaled on its mounting pin. There was no gentle rocking backwards and forwards now, just huge powerful thrusts from my massive thighs as my dick took its pleasure from his hole. I may not be much in control of my life as a slave, I thought, but I was the master here. He was mine, helpless on the end of my dick, existing only to serve my passion and my pleasure.

It was over all too quickly - I shot after only five or six thrusts, so powerful were the sensations I was feeling. And although I could only manage a dribble a few minutes before, I could feel my balls contracting over and over again as they pumped huge volumes of my cum up into him.

I pulled out and let him go. Jack dropped to the floor and lay on the tiles, his head kind of buried in his arms. His whole body was racked with the sobbing noises he was making, and you could see his ribs heaving up and down.

I became aware of the other slaves looking on in horror, but I didn't care. I grabbed the soap and washed my detumescing dick to get his ass juices off it, then planed the water off my body, pulled on a fresh T and shorts, and strode out. I felt fantastic, on top of the world. I'd done what a man was supposed to do, take pleasure from another guy's ass. And without his willing consent, it had been something very special, something totally different: this was what primeval man must have done when he beat his fellows in a fight, and it felt good.

You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife in the dorm room later that night. All the slaves who hadn't seen me being beaten, or fucking Jack, had now been told about it. Many of them gave Jack little hugs and murmurs of encouragement, but no one spoke to me at all. I wasn't used to this, and my feeling of resentment deepened all evening - I shouldn't have been punished in the first instance, and Jack certainly shouldn't have teased me about it.... And now it was as if I was in some way to blame for everything.

No one spoke to me all night, and I was sadder and sadder, and crosser and crosser. As we all went to get into bed, I called out "I need a good fuck tonight, after all I've been through today. Who wants to ride my dick tonight?"

They were all a bit shocked, as we didn't behave like that normally in our dorm. No one said anything, but they sort of half turned away from me, and started to get into their beds. It was all too much - I grabbed Jack by the arm, and pulled him towards my bed.

"You like my dick, don't you, Jack?", I almost shouted. "You wanted to put yours up my ass tonight, as I remember, to see how I enjoyed feeling the pain from my caning again. Well, although I've already fucked you once today, it's just made me more horny, and it's time to do it again."

He struggled, but he was no match for me and I forced him down onto my bed then threw the entire weight of my body down on top of him, kind of knocking all the breath out of him temporarily. He knew I was going to fuck him, of course, and he knew it was inevitable as I was so much more powerful than him. So I guess he decided to make sure I got as little pleasure from it as possible, and instead of kissing and nibbling at me, and laughing and whispering to me, he just lay there inert and immobile. That only made me crosser, actually, as it seemed that the young cunt was trying to punish me in some way.

I was determined that he wasn't going to win, though, so I fucked him anyway. It wasn't all that great - without the other guy playing an active part it's just like jerking off, almost - he didn't even make any effort at all to grip my dick with his ass muscles, or to push himself back into me as I forced my way into him. Still, I shot my load, and got some satisfaction from it.

"Finished?" , he asked with an icy tone in his voice, and then, when I didn't reply, he got out of my bed and went and lay in his own.

I was really pissed off, I can tell you. But what was I supposed to do? In retrospect, I can see now that I shouldn't have allowed him to get away with it - I should have dragged him back, slapped his ass a few times to remind him who was in charge, and fucked him again. But I didn't, and I knew that all the other slaves would be thinking that Jack had "won".

The icy silence from all my fellow slaves continued the following morning, and I had a strange mixture of anger and sadness as the Overseer again told me that I was to work with Joe on the grass cutting. Even Joe didn't speak as we toiled away, pulling the heavy mowers up and down the lawns. I decided to bring matters to a head at our midmorning break, and was about to ask Joe what the fuck was up, when the Overseer came up to us.

"Steve - trot over to the vet's. You owner has been on the telephone, and he has arranged for a few more modifications to be done to you." The bastard was smiling in a very unpleasant way as he said this, as if he knew something bad was about to happen to me, and was pleased about it.

"Sir, please, sir, what 'modifications'?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Now, run along over there. It's not up to a slave to question his owner's orders, just to obey."

I knew he was right, of course, but I was really worried about what was to happen to me as I jogged along the country road towards the vet's office. Having the nipple and nose rings had been bad enough, but what new thing had my owner dreamed up?

The vet was his usual courteous self, though, and after I'd stripped and was standing naked in front of him, he started off in the same way as he had before.

"I'm really sorry about this, Steve, as I think it's the wrong thing to do to you. But your owner insisted, even when I told him that I thought your open-market value would be dramatically reduced by what he's proposing. He just told me that it was the fashion to have a slave decorated these days, and that he could easily take his business elsewhere."

"This is the day in the week when the tattoo artist comes in to tattoo ID marks on any new slaves in the area whose owners require it, and he'll make a start on you today. It's a big job, and so you may as well stay overnight and he can finish you off tomorrow - I'll do the other thing later on, and it will be no ad thing to keep you here under observation, anyway."

"Sir, please, sir, what other thing?"

"Oh, your master has decided to have you 'skinned. Personally, I think you look good with that 'skin on your dick and I can't understand why he wants it done.

Slaves with 'skins always attract a premium price, and he's just throwing money away by having me cut off yours. He wouldn't even listen when I suggested I might do a kind of half 'skin, so that your dick head is mostly exposed all the time - no, he insists of a full 'high and tight' as we call it in the trade, so that there's absolutely no 'skin left at all and you're just like 99% of all the other slaves around."

"As I said", he continued, "I think it's foolish. So few American slaves escape 'skinning at birth that guys like you are very much in demand. Unless he's going to keep you as a pony all your life, it means there are far fewer opportunities for a profitable sale for your owner: with a body like yours, and an intact 'skin, he could after all always sell you into the sex industry. Still, that's no business of mine. And, anyway, once the tattooist is finished with you, given the design that your owner has faxed to us, I don't expect you'd be very desirable to the average run of men and women wanting to buy a sex slave!"

There were so many things I wanted to ask the vet, but he'd finished with me, evidently, as he gave me no opportunity to speak and just said "So go on down the hall into the last room on the left - the tattooist is set up in there, and he's waiting for you. I'll 'skin you after lunch."

My hearty was thumping and I felt slightly sick as I walked down the corridor, feeling the plastic tiles cool under my feet. I didn't want to lose my 'skin, but what could I do? It was my owner's choice, and, short of escaping and running away, if he had decided on it, then it was inevitable. And why was I going to be "less desirable" after being tattooed? I remembered all the giant patches that had changed Spot into a kind of mock palomino pony, and inwardly shuddered that this was what was going to happen to me, too.

But as I found out after many quite painful hours lying first on my back, then on my stomach, that wasn't what my owner had in mind for me. First, I had to hold my belly rigid whilst the tattooist shaved off my "treasure trail" so that he had a clear working area. Stretching right the way across, in big letters, almost from hip bone to hip bone under my navel, I was marked with a giant "Slave". I then lost the thatch on my chest so that he could write "Steve" in huge letters almost from shoulder to shoulder across my pecs. Those of you who've had it done know that it doesn't really hurt all that much - it's unpleasant, but any man an easily take the pain. But I found it was very hard to keep my belly muscles rigid as he worked away, as I wanted to keep flinching under the buzzing needle. But after about an hour or so, it was over.

He told me to get up then, and he held up a mirror so I could look at myself. I was already completely changed, as my once perfect body was now disfigured, I thought, by these two words in huge black type stretching across me. The blood was still oozing out slightly, and the tattooist came and rubbed it away with a swab of cotton wool soaked in alcohol. I winced

"On your belly", he said, "There's an awful lot of work to do on your back. I won't finish it today, but I'd better make a start."

It wasn't so bad lying on my belly as he worked away, but I hated the thought of what he might be doing to my body of which I'd been so proud. I didn't get to see immediately, as after he'd been working away for another hour or so, the vet appeared and told him that it was time for "the slave's little operation."

"Well, you're certainly going to be different", he told me as I padded along the corridor back to his work room. "Even with only the outline done, I can see that your owner wants to make some sort of statement! It may be the fashion in the city to have decorated ponies, but not out here in the sticks. You'll certainly turn heads as he drives you around here!"

I wanted to ask him what had been done to my back, but I remembered my training and knew that I shouldn't question. A slave responds, after all, and doesn't initiate conversation.

In his work room he told me to go and sit in his chair, and I remembered the last time I'd been here, strapped in and immobile as he'd punched holes in my nipples and septum for my tit and snout rings. He came over, and was going to pull the leather straps around me again, when he stopped, looked at me, and said

"Your owner didn't say that you couldn't be anaesthetised, so I guess these won't be necessary... Not like when I ringed you. Funny, I'd have thought that if he wanted you to remember being ringed, he'd have wanted you to remember being 'skinned even more. After all, he can always allow you to take the rings out, if he wants, but once I've 'skinned you, there's no going back. He's really emphasising his control over you by having your body modified like this, and it's really odd that he didn't order it to be done in a way that the pain would seep deep down into your subconscious, so that every time you held your dick in future you'd be reminded of your condition. But it's much easier for me, and, I suppose, it's kinder."

I listened to this, and felt uneasy. Suppose my owner had forgotten? What would a good slave do? I didn't want my owner to think that I had taken advantage of a temporary lapse of memory on his part. A trained slave does try, after all, to do everything he can to please his master.

The vet was fiddling around filling a needle with what I took to be anaesthetic, and I coughed politely, and said "Sir, please, sir..."

"Yes, Steve?"

"Sir, do you think my owner simply forgot to tell you to 'skin me without anaesthetic? Shouldn't you call him and find out? If he asks me how it was, and I say it was painless, he might be cross...."

"No - he said that he was going to be at a meeting all day about a project, and that his cell phone would be turned off. Look, he didn't say, so I can give you the shot. It will only be just a small pinprick into your dick head, then I can 'skin you with no trouble."

"Sir, please sir.... Perhaps you'd better not do that.

If he meant me to feel it, to have another reminder of my slavery, then perhaps that's the way it should be."

"Are you telling me you WANT to be hurt?"

"No, sir. But I'm a good, trained slave, and a slave does everything he can in his owner's best interests. As you said, he ordered me to be ringed without a pain killer, and so it doesn't make any sense for him not to order me to be 'skinned the same way. I think you'd better strap me in, then do it - after all, this is the best choice. If he did forget, then we've done the right thing. If he didn't forget, then no harm's done...."

"Well, you're right, I suppose. But do you know what you're letting yourself in for?"

Actually, I didn't. And within a very few minutes I was regretting it bitterly. But, at another level, perhaps I wanted to be hurt, perhaps I needed to be punished, to be reminded of my slavery. Perhaps subconsciously I knew that what I'd done to Jack wasn't right, and that a good slave doesn't just obey his owner, but takes no steps to further his own pleasure - and all I'd wanted to do was fuck and fuck to satisfy the needs of my own dick, even if it caused disharmony and upset in the household. Anyway, it was too late to change my mind now, as the vet was pulling the straps tightly over my forearms, and, to my surprise, also around my ankles.

"I'm going to need to really strap you tight", he told me. "I know you're well trained, but when I slice into you, you simply won't be able to stop your reflexes from trying to jerk away from me. And I need to make a precision cut, to avoid scarring and spoiling your look permanently, so it's important your dick doesn't move. So....."

As he was speaking to took other straps and cinched them really tight around my belly, chest, and thighs.

"Can you move at all?"

I tried to wriggle my body, but it seemed to be immobile, so I answered politely "Sir, so, sir."

I actually cried out the next instant, as he reached down, pulled my 'skin right forward beyond my dick head, then stabbed a needle into it. My body tried to spasm upwards with the unexpected pain that shot through me, but the vet had done his strapping well and all that happened was that my muscles ached with frustration.

"Right, Steve. You're sure you don't want to change your mind? That pinprick was only a sample of what you're going to experience?"

"Sir, no, sir. I think it's what my owner would want, sir."

"Very well then... Here..... Take this in your mouth. It will help you to stop screaming, stop you biting your tongue, and can help in bearing the pain."

He gently pushed a black hard rubber cylinder between my teeth, and I bit down on it, tasting the "rubber". And then he began.

I'd always supposed that it would be quick and easy to be 'skinned - you'd just pull the 'skin away from the dick head, and slice through it. But the vet seemed to take hours and hours (or, rather, that's what it felt like). The pain went on and on, and my body tried everything it could to move and get away, but the straps held firm. I could hear myself trying to scream, but the rubber bar really was a help - as the agony went on, I felt as if I was actually biting it in half, and it did indeed help to stifle the noise I would otherwise have had to make. My whole body was covered in sweat, and I could feel it cascading in little runnels down my face and chest and belly.

"I'm sorry, Steve", the vet muttered as he worked away. "But I've got to do this well. It's really important I cut just enough away so that there's nothing left when your dick is soft, but not so much that it prevents you from having a full erection. And I don't want any unpleasant scarring, so I need to slice very carefully...."

I spasmd and jerked again, but he sounded very calm. "There.... That's it..... You'll be really sore for a day or two.... Now..... Just one more thing....."

I would have shrieked if I could have as the most intense searing pain went through me, worse even that when he'd been cutting me.

"Sorry about that". The vet's voice was so calm - I don't know how he remained like that when I was clearly in such distress. "I've just dipped the cut end in disinfectant, and it does sting, I know. But it's got a coagulant in it, too, so the blood will dry up very quickly...."

He worked away for a couple more minutes, then started to release the straps holding me down.

"All over! Finished! I've bandaged your dick, but you can still piss out of the end. Be careful in the shower, though, not to get it wet. We'll leave it on for a couple of days, then, when it comes off, there's to be no jerking off or fucking for about a week. OK?"

"Sir, yes, sir."

"Good. Now you may as well have some slave chow, and the tattooist can have another session with you."

As I munched away at my chow, the pain in my dick had subsided from the sharp, spikey, cruel "instant" hurt into a dull but persistent throb. I knew that my owner would have wanted it like this. I would never forget this day, and, more important, I now really knew that my owner had the power to order my body to be modified to please him. Before, I was a trained slave who understood that I must obey my owner - after all, I'd been prepared for that all my life. But not even the "ringing" had really brought home to me the true difference between an owner and his slave - I wasn't a man, capable of any independent action: I was apiece of property, that my owner could have decorated, or altered, to suit his whim.

End of Part 12.