YOUNG STUD
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part Three
Well it wasn't exactly like "not being looked at" the next day, I was to discover, in spite of what Jeff had promised. But before that we had to check into a motel, and the boss took a "family" room with two big double beds in it. It seems that he always took the one near the door, and Jeff sort of threw himself down on the other, fairly tired from the long drive. I wondered where I was going to sleep as there wasn't even a couch or anything in there, until Jeff, seeing me looking, patted the bed by the side of him and said "Over here, Steve - which side do you like? I'm easy...."
Well I'd never shared a bed with anyone before, so I didn't know, and Jeff said "Well, if it's OK by you, I like the left." I still stood there, wondering what it was going to be like to be in the same bed as another guy, but my thoughts were interrupted when the boss said quietly "Now you two, hit the showers - I'm ready to eat, and you're both a bit sweaty from this afternoon and I don't want to sit in a restaurant with you like that."
Jeff bounded up at once and didn't even hesitate to strip off his singlet and shorts. He flicked his dick casually to release it from where the sweat had stuck it to his balls, as if completely oblivious to the fact that us two were watching him, then sauntered casually into the bathroom. He didn't shut the door, but stood and pissed into the lavatory before turning the shower on, and stepping in.
"Get a move on, Steve", the boss said quietly.
"Jeff isn't finished, boss.."
"Steve, I think you ought to be more concerned about ecology and saving the planet! Surely you don't want to waste all that water - and hot water at that, which has used fuel to heat it... Get along and shower with Jeff."
Well I suppose there ought not to have been any problem, as I've frequently shared showers with all my buddies and team mates after a game, but of course they're proper communal showers, with a lot of space between the shower heads. This, though, was a small "domestic" one, and Jeff's big body was already in there, and I hesitated.
The boss's face flickered with a twinge of impatience as he said to me "Steve, so far I've been very lenient, I'll remind you. But you've got to learn that I will be obeyed. I do not tolerate my slaves being disobedient, not even in the slightest degree, and all day you have been hesitant, questioning my authority.... I think it's time you learned that I am serious in what I say, and that I will have total and complete obedience."
His tone changed as he rapped "Jeff, get out here!", and without pausing even to wrap a towel around him, his big muscular body shedding water as he moved, Jeff came out of the shower and stood in front of us there, dripping water on to the carpet.
"See, Steve? Jeff obeys, instantly. That's what you've got to aspire to, and learn. And I think it would be instructive for you to have a little lesson in what will happen to you if you don't. However, as you will find out, I'm not unnecessarily harsh or cruel to my slaves, so as it's your first day I won't use the punishment cane on you. " His tone changed again as he looked at Jeff and continued "Put him over your knee, Jeff, and spank him - four of those big hands of yours on each butt cheek should do the job."
I swear Jeff had a big grin on his face as he grabbed hold of me - I tried to struggle, but he wrapped his huge strong arms around me and, before I could react, he had sat back onto the bed and got me across his knees! I felt his fingers of one hand dig into my neck and as I squirmed and struggled I heard him say in a firm tone "Stop it, Steve - I don't want to have to hurt you....", emphasising this by squeezing his fingers, causing a very sharp shooting pains to go through me as is fingers dug into the nerves in my neck.
I lay there for a moment, wondering what was to happen next, and then, to my horror, felt Jeff grabbing at my shorts and pulling them down! I could feel the wet heat of his thighs on my belly, and my dick was squashed against something warm and hard that could only be his. But before I could even think about the shame of having my dick touching another guy's, I had something else to think about: there was a sharp "slap" noise and my body jerked convulsively as a hard pain shot through me, followed by a spreading, dull ache. "One!", I heard Jeff say.
Well I don't know if you remember being spanked as a kid - then it's the anger of your dad that's almost as bad as the physical pain, isn't it? You know you've done something really bad to upset him, and that's almost as bad as the hurt you feel as he spanks you. But this was worse, far worse. I mean, I'm a mature man now, and men shouldn't be subjected to physical punishment like that, should they? And it's not as if Jeff was angry with me: he was merely carrying out an order from the boss. I was so embarrassed and ashamed as the spanking went on because I was so totally powerless to prevent this punishment and the hurt to my body - as much as I tried to, I couldn't escape from Jeff's lap because of the hold he had on my neck, and there was absolutely no way of avoiding his big hand as it slammed down time and time again onto my butt. Each stroke hurt as it landed, and then there was this terrible, slow, "burn" that spread all through the muscles of my butt, just starting to die down as the next blow landed. What made it worse, though, was the knowledge that as it went on I began to get an erection - my dick started to dig down and I could feel it rubbing against Jeff's, and his balls.
I was ashamed, embarrassed, furious at the treatment I was getting, and physically hurting when it was over. Jeff let go of my neck, and I scrambled to my feet, totally unable to prevent myself from clutching at my butt and rubbing at it to try to take some of the pain away. I felt even more stupid ad demeaned as I did this, hopping around in front of Jeff and the boss as I frantically rubbed at my butt to try and ease my suffering.
Jeff was smiling, almost smirking, as he watched me, and the boss seemed amused, too - and that all made it worse. Then the boss spoke in his usual quiet tones "Now, Steve, let that be a lesson to you. Jeff quite enjoys that sort of thing, I think, but I don't want to give him the pleasure of spanking you too often! Just try and forget everything you know about behaviour, and focus on two things only: Firstly, obey me totally, and instantly. And secondly, there's no shame, or embarrassment, in doing something I've ordered you to do: that's what a slave is for, to obey his owner in every tiny respect, irrespective of how he may feel about it."
He stopped for a moment, and went on "Anyway, get in the shower, as we're all waiting to go to dinner."
As I walked to the bathroom, very conscious of my rock-hard dick bobbing up and down as I did so, I thought at least that I had avoided having to go into the shower with Jeff and be in such intimate contact with him. But then I heard the boss again: "Jeff, get in there and really give Steve a good, thorough washing. He needs to get used to the idea that I own his body, and if I want him to shower with you, that's what happened."
I was standing there, about to shampoo my hair ,when Jeff climbed in beside me. His warm, wet body was pressed all up against mine, and he gently pushed my hands away from my head and whispered "Let me do that, buddy - the boss wants you to get used to having my hands on you."
Well I'd never had anyone wash my hair before - at least not since I was a little kid, and mom used to do it! And she didn't have a body like Jeff's, pressed so close to mine in the narrow space of the shower! And when he'd done my hair he wouldn't let me soap myself, either: his big hands moved quickly and efficiently moved all over me, and, if I was honest, I suppose I'd have to say that it wasn't totally disagreeable. But washing me all over also included soaping my dick and balls, and I gave a little grunt of alarm as Jeff's hands cupped me down there. "Easy, buddy.... I'm not going to hurt", Jeff whispered. "I know how sensitive a guy's balls are, you know."
It was not so bad, I suppose, but as he washed the soap off, he took hold of my dick again and let it rest in the palm of my hand. To my horror his thumb started to stroke at my foreskin, nudging it back so that my dick head lay there totally exposed. "Please....", I whispered, a tone of urgency in my voice. "Please don't do that...."
I know it sounds ridiculous, but you guys who've been 'skinned just don't realise how sensitive your dick head is when you're used to having it covered protectively. And it's so private! I mean, I'd been seen naked lots of times by my buddies, as we showered together after sports and stuff. But you never expose your dick head to another guy, do you? I reckon the only people who'd seen my dick head before were my mom and dad, when I was a kid, and my girl friends (well, at least those of them who'd gone as far as I wanted with them!).
"Shhh...", Steve whispered again, being careful to keep his voice down and inaudible above the noise of the shower. "The boss is watching, and he told me to make sure you were clean. I know what it's like for you guys with 'skins - all that stuff that accumulates under it.... And it's got to be washed away. If the boss sees you arguing, or if he sees that I'm not doing what he ordered, we'll both be in trouble."
If washing my dick head was bad, I almost squirmed with the embarrassment of having Jeff's soapy hand sliding down between my butt cheeks! I mean, it's quite fun to wash yourself there, isn't it? But having another guy's hand doing it is something else - it's not disgusting, totally, but somehow this invasion of your private space - especially when Jeff's fingers touched my hole - was something I wasn't expecting and had never experienced before. Jeff was grinning as he did it, though, and I heard him whisper again, turning his face away from the boss to avoid being seen, "Fun, isn't it, Steve? You're in great shape, buddy!"
Well hearing that wasn't much consolation. I really did hate having another guy having his hands all over me, but what was I supposed to do? The ache radiating from my butt was a constant reminder to me of what would happen if I displeased the boss, and if a "simple" spanking like this could be so painful, what would one of those beatings with a punishment cane, or a whip be like? So I just stood there as Steve knelt down and washed my legs and then, in turn, each foot, soaping between my toes so that I wriggled a bit as it tickled, causing my dick to brush against his head! That didn't seem to worry him, though.
We went to a steak place in the same strip mall as the motel, and as we went in the boss asked the host if it was OK to bring in slaves, and was told that it was a liberal establishment and that slaves were allowed to eat with their owners provided they were seated in a special part of the room "to avoid outraging some of our customers, sir", the host explained, "Those who are clearly not as liberal as you."
I was hungry actually and looking forward to dinner, but the waitress only bought one menu, and without consulting us or anything, the boss ordered lobster and all the trimmings for himself, together with a half bottle of white burgundy, and T-bone steaks, rare, for Jeff and me together with plain green salads and water to drink. Look, I like my steaks medium-rare, and I was going to tell the boss this when I remembered how Jeff had reacted at lunch, so I kept quiet, thinking I could perhaps just eat the bits around the edge that would be cooked a bit more. And when our meals did arrive, I watched Jeff closely, and only began to eat when he did, after the boss had started. It turned out that I wasn't allowed to leave any of my meal at all, though: I was toying with the very bloody bits, and the boss got up to go off to the men's room (Jeff getting to his feet, and pulling me to mine as the boss stood up).
Then Jeff looked at me and told me to hurry up and finish as the boss didn't like to be kept waiting at the end of the meal, and when I told him I didn't want the rest as it was too rare, he looked really worried. "Steve, eat it up - I don't want the boss upset at you, and I don't want him to tell me to hit you again. He's paid for that food, and he expects every scrap to be eaten - you'll be working hard, and you need the nourishment to build up your muscle."
"But I don't like rare meat.... I can't eat it."
"You can, Steve! Of course you can. Look, buddy, just try, will you? If you upset the boss again he'll probably order me to cane you, and I've seen a guy's butt when the cane has been used hard and viciously, and I don't want to have to do that."
So I tried, almost choking on the vile stuff. And Jeff, seeing the problems I had, looked around to make sure the boss was still in the men's room, then reached over and helped me out by swallowing a lot of it himself. I did begin to wonder about Jeff's training, that such an apparently simple thing caused him to be so worried about the boss seeing what he did.
Back in the motel room the boss told Jeff and me to get to bed, and without hesitating for an instant Jeff stripped off his clothes and walked to the bathroom and began to brush his teeth. I saw the boss look at me, and remembering the earlier incident, hurriedly pulled my clothes off too. "Straight into the bathroom, Steve", the boss told me. "You and Jeff use it together as I don't like to be kept waiting."
So as Jeff stood there brushing his teeth I had to squeeze in next to him, my body pressed up against his, as I stood there and pissed. It's one thing to piss when there's another guy in the room, and quite another to do it when his body is touching yours, I think you'll find! Jeff finished then and went to take my place to piss, and I asked him where my toothbrush was. He just pointed at the one he'd been using.
"That's gross!", I whispered.
"Steve, it's not. It's perfectly clean - I've just used it to clean my teeth, after all, so it's no longer dirty as I do the job properly, and do a lot of rinsing...."
"No, it's gross. I'll just have to go to bed with them dirty, until we can buy another one tomorrow...."
Steve looked through the open door, very nervously, and I glanced out too and saw that the boss was apparently engrossed in the Wall Street Journal and wasn't directly looking at us. Steve grabbed my arm, at the biceps, and began to squeeze quite hard so that it started to hurt. "Look, you stupid dumb fuck", he hissed urgently. "We aren't going to buy another one tomorrow! You and me don't have any money, remember? We're slaves! And the boss wants us to share everything, to be like brothers, and so he won't buy one. You could leave your teeth tonight, but that won't fix the problem - it will be the same tomorrow. Except that if the boss finds that you're not cleaning yourself properly, he'll make me cane you! You've got to remember, Steve, that the boss is worried about your teeth: they belong to him, and if they get diseased, it's his property that's being damaged, and it's him who'll have to pay the dentist. So stop being a stupid fuck, and start work...."
I bean to shake my head, but Jeff's grip tightened on me and I wanted to lash out at him to make it stop, except that Jeff's attitude to the boss had made me worried about him, too. Jeff whispered again "Look, Steve, just do it for now.... Tomorrow, you can get into the bathroom first and use the toothbrush first, and the razor.... I don't mind going second....."
At that moment the boss turned the page in his newspaper and shouted "You two.... Get a move on!"
Well, what was I to do? I put some toothpaste on the brush and gingerly raised it to my mouth. I almost gagged and choked as I put it in, feeling it was wet from where Jeff had used it, rather than dry as it should be. But once I got started, I suppose it wasn't all that bad.
Jeff and I came out of the bathroom then and the boss looked at us standing there naked in front of him. "Into bed you two", he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "And Steve.... No jerking off! Jeff knows that's forbidden as I need all his cum for studding, but I'll tell you now that you are forbidden to jerk off - ever - unless I give you specific permission otherwise. And tonight you don't have it, as tomorrow is your debut as a stud, and I want you to perform well."
He lay there looking kind of expectant, until I realised I was supposed to say something. I guess I was in a bit of shock as no one ever talked to me about jerking off - well, except my buddies, that is, and we hadn't done that since we were about fourteen! So I muttered "Yes, boss."
He nodded, and Jeff threw back the covers on the bed and leapt in, stretching his big body luxuriantly, then reaching his arm out across the bed as if in welcome. Well it wasn't very welcoming - I didn't want to lie next to him, after all: I'd never shared a bed with another guy, and especially not when both he and I were totally bare-assed naked! And now it looked as if I couldn't help avoiding touching him.
I lay down, gingerly, and tried to move Jeff's arm, but he was too strong, and I had no choice but to lay my head on it. Jeff pulled the covers over us and we lay there, on our backs, side by side but not touching, as I listened to the sound of him breathing right next to me, and felt the warmth of his arm on my head. The boss got off the bed then and took off his slacks and shirt, hanging them neatly in the clothes closet, and sauntered into the bathroom, closing the door behind him - I couldn't help noticing that, like my dad, he wore cotton boxer shorts.
"Hey, this is nice", Jeff said, turning his handsome face towards me. "I've always wanted a kind of kid brother.... Sisters just aren't the same. Pity about the jerking off, though - I know I'm not allowed to, but for your sake I was hoping the boss would forget to tell you, so you could have a bit of relief. You must be desperate to jerk off, as you didn't stud this morning and your balls must be bursting!"
"A fat lot of difference it would make - I couldn't jerk off, could I? Not with you next to me, and the boss listening...."
"Steve, you've got a lot to learn! You'll be doing a lot more than jerking off with the boss listening, and me watching, you know. You saw what I did this morning.... Well, tomorrow, you and me both are going to be doing that.... Several times."
"Jeff, it's not right...."
"Steve - remember what the boss said: you're a slave now, and whatever your owner tells you to do, you have to do it. There's no 'right' or 'wrong' to it." He turned over to face me now, and the scent of his body wafted up to me as the sheets moved- that heady, strong, pure male smell of a clean, fit body. "Look, don't worry. I was like you - I used to be worried about this sort of stuff, but now I enjoy it. You told the boss you had girlfriends, and you liked fucking - well, once you get over thinking about what those watching are thinking about, you'll start to really enjoy it, I bet. After all, it's being served up to you on a plate - no chasing after the women, no courtship crap - you just get in there and fuck them. I mean, look at that cute little Mexican bitch they gave me this morning - didn't you fancy her? Can you imagine being given that to enjoy, without any of the hassle of chasing for it?"
He stopped for a moment, and went on "Fuck me, just thinking about her is making me hard again, and I've got to wait until tomorrow morning to do anything about it!"
Just at that moment the boss came out of the bathroom, still in his cotton boxers, and slid into the other bed. I was kind of hoping he might put the TV on as I like to see the news and stuff, but he carried on reading the paper for a bit, and then turned out the light. As soon as he did, Jeff moved across the bed so that he was right up against me - I tried to push him away, but of course he was too strong, and when I hissed at him "Jeff, cut it out..." The boss roared out "You two! Be quiet! If I hear one more sound, I'll personally cane both of you."
That didn't seem to stop Jeff as he curled his arm so that I was forced to turn and lie on my side, and the next moment is body was pressed up against me, and I could feel the hair on his chest against my naked back, and the pressure of his cock, and his wiry pubes, against my butt. I hated it. I wanted him to stop. But what could I do? I couldn't even tell him to back off, in case the boss carried out his threat. So I just had to lie there, feeling his breath on the nape of my neck. I couldn't understand why my dick was rock hard - there's no way I wanted a guy so intimately close to me. I reached down and felt it, and the very touch of my fingers caused me to go even harder, and a shudder to run through me. If I'd been alone I'd have jerked off, of course, but I just couldn't do that now - not because of the boss's threats, but because there was just no way I could do it with Jeff pressed against me. I was in such discomfort, though - you know how it is when you really want to jerk off - your dick seems to get harder and harder, until it feels as if the pressure of the blood inside it is going to burst it.
I suppose, well I know, I did get to sleep eventually, as I certainly wasn't awake all night. But it wasn't a deep, unbroken restful sleep - I woke up several times, and always there was Jeff's warm body next to me - sometimes "spooned" into my back, as we'd started, but now also with his strong hairy legs somehow intertwined with mine. And like a lot of guys he had erections even though he was asleep, and I could feel his dick pushing at my ass crack. And sometimes we were facing each other and my dick was pressed against the slight treasure trail of hairs that ran across his muscled belly. Then, of course, as you do, I fell into a deep sleep just before we needed to get up, and I was shocked out of my slumbers as Jeff gave me a slap on my bare butt! I sprang to my feet, only to realise, too late, that I'd got my normal morning erection, and stood there with it shaking up and down obscenely.
"In the bathroom first, Steve", Jeff said, adding in a whisper "You can use he toothbrush first". And as I stood there having pissed, cleaning my teeth as I was again aware of Jeff's big muscled frame pressing against me. We only had a quick shower though - barely any soaping - before we dried ourselves (the boss called out to rebuke Jeff for using a clean towel when he could use the same one as me), and dressed in out skimpy tops and shorts.
The boss bought us breakfast at a diner - he had juice and eggs and toast and coffee, but it seemed Jeff and me got only chow and water this time (there was a special section of the menu, I noted, offering "dishes suitable for slaves" ), and he and I sat there stolidly chomping away at the hard biscuit as the boss enjoyed his food. I suppose I knew about chow before I'd become a slave, and at high school for a time there had even been a bit of a fad for daring other guys to eat it. But when you have a big portion of it, it really makes you work: you have to crunch it up, and it's very hard, then chew it a lot to get it mixed with your spit before you can swallow the stuff.
And, as I was learning by now as Jeff nudged me, it was unacceptable for me to leave any of it and I had to finish the entire portion.
We drove on then, the boss and Jeff occasionally exchanging a few words about today's assignment - Jeff seemed , as usual, unconcerned about it, and, I thought, might even be looking forward to it. The boss also spoke to me, telling me that as this was my first "real" assignment I should watch Jeff and do just as he did. I tried to protest again, saying that it wasn't right to make me fuck, and the boss didn't seem cross - perhaps he was in a very good mood that morning - as he just chuckled and, almost laughing, added "Steve, you're a young, hot-blooded, fit American guy! All men of your age like fucking, and you should be grateful that you're getting this opportunity. Just do as Jeff does, and you'll find you enjoy it. And, anyway, I want to hear no more of this - you're my slave, a stud, and that's final."
When we arrived I was a bit surprised - I was expecting another mansion, as I'd seen the day before, but in fact this seemed to be some sort of factory, with a big low building with a parking lot outside. All three of us went in, then Jeff and I stood in reception (Jeff pulled me gently to one side when I went to sit on one of the couches there for visitors, and indicated that, like him, I should stand there with my feet slightly apart, my head bowed, and my hands clasped behind my back).
The boss had gone off into the offices, and reappeared a few minutes later, going out through the entrance doors and calling back to us "I'll see you boys tomorrow - and remember, Steve: behave, and enjoy it!". We stood there for a few more minutes until a guard came out from another set of doors, and snapped "You boys follow me."
It was indeed a factory - as we walked down the aisle through them middle of it I could see row upon row of sewing machines, each being worked by a woman, presumably a slave, all dressed alike in a simple grey slave smock. They were machining some sort of garments, and I could see guards patrolling up and down with the usual canes and prods, that they used occasionally to ensure that the work rate was kept up.
I was so embarrassed as Jeff and I walked along, as the women nearest the aisles were whistling at us and making remarks about us, like "Look at that one.... Imagine the dick on that thing" and "Isn't the young one cute?", and stuff like that. I could feel myself going red with embarrassment.
At the far end of the huge place we went through more doors and into what I suppose were the living quarters of the slave workers, as there were side corridors leading off to what looked like showers and dormitories, and we went on through another door into a strange room - we were in a bare space, but half way across it was a set of floor to ceiling bars, behind which were twelve stark naked women! I gasped in amazement as I'd never seen so much naked female flesh before, and I couldn't help noticing that they were of all ages - the youngest I guessed would be sixteen or so, and the oldest could even be my mom's age. As you'd expect, they all looked different, too - none of them was particularly fat, but the young ones tended to have solid-looking tits, whereas the breasts of the older ones were sagging from the remorseless onslaught of gravity!
Jeff and I stood there until the door opened again and a huge nigga came in - he was even taller than Jeff, and very muscular indeed, and very black! You know how it is - there's a huge variety of different colours in niggas, but this one was almost coal black.
He was wearing a pair of ragged shorts, held up by a piece of frayed rope that barely kept them up on his hips, and the moment he saw Jeff he sprang across the room, threw his arms around Jeff and began slapping him on the back.
"Jeff, my man - good to see you again."
"And you, Coon", Jeff replied, disentangling himself. "And this is my new assistant, Steve...."
The big black now threw his arms around me and slapped me on the back, and exclaimed "So Jeff's getting worn out, is he, and they need some new spunk to stud with.....?" He pushed me away from him and his eyes raked my body, as he went on "And aren't you the handsome one, then....?"
Before I could say anything the guard snapped "OK you boys, I've got work to do - you know the form... Strip off."
The nigga just pulled at the rope around his waist and the ragged shorts fell to the floor. His dick, which began to go hard as soon as it released, was on the same heroic scale as the rest of him, and I couldn't help notice that the head was much paler than the rest of his ink-like body, almost a pinky-brown. Look, I don't want you to think that I make a point of looking at other guys' dicks, but I just couldn't help noticing this as it was so very different from the sleek blackness of his muscular form. Then it occurred to me that it was probably because he'd been 'skinned, as, after all, quite a lot of guys' dick heads are a different shade from their dick shafts, aren't they?
Some of the women behind the bars had got up and were standing there taking a real interest in Coon, and he in turn was smiling at them, and began to stroke his dick suggestively (making it go hard of course). Jeff stripped off as well, and the women now started calling out stuff about how well he hung he was, and Jeff, too began to emulate Coon by stroking his dick to erection. Then Coon and Jeff both looked at me, and Jeff said "Come on, Steve! We're waiting to get started.... Get naked, and we can get in there and begin."
I stood there not knowing what to do. It was clear to me by now that the three of us were supposed to go in and stud the women.... But I just couldn't do it. I suppose that if it had just been Coon and Jeff, and possibly the guard, too, then I might have been able to do it as we were all guys together. But having the women watching me.... Well, how would you like it, to have to strip off in front of so many?
"Steve....", Jeff began again. "Come on, boy.... I know you've got nothing to be ashamed of..."
"Jeff, I can't....."
I saw Jeff wink at Coon, and the next moment the big naked nigga threw his arms around me pinioning my arms to my side (and I could feel his big, hard dick stabbing at me), and Jeff quickly knelt down in front of me and pulled my shorts down, and lifted up each of my feet in turn to get them completely clear of me! The women at the bars all gave a kind of cheer, and Coon swivelled me around so that I was totally exposed to them. Some of them were laughing, and some of them were making all kinds of sarcastic remarks about a boy being asked to do a real man's job!
Coon let me go then, and, if that's possible, I felt even more embarrassed now with my dick and ass all exposed but with the little shirt just hanging down over my body. So I did the only thing I could, and pulled it over my head - getting a round of cheering from the women as I did so.
Before we were put in with the women there was one other thing, though: the guard came over with three aerosol cans and used each in turn to spray the pubes of Coon, Jeff and me. It was cold as it hit me and I gave a little start, and Jeff muttered "It's only the raddle, Steve."
"What the fuck's a raddle?"
"Oh it's an old term that sheep farmers use. When there's more than one ram in a field of ewes, they used to smear paint on the rams' bellies, so the next day they could look at the ewes' backs and see which ram had covered which ewe. Those aerosols contain a very weak chemical - a different one in each can - and each of our pubes is now covered in it, a different one for each of us. Then tomorrow they'll just run a simple analysis on each of the bitches, and they'll be able to make sure that they've all been covered, and they'll know which of us has fucked which one.... And, of course, if one of us hasn't done enough....."
The guard opened the gate into the barred enclosure, and Coon almost rushed in. I stood there, hesitating, and seeing this, Jeff put his arm around my shoulders and led me towards the gate. "Come on, Steve - there's nothing to be scared of! You've fucked women before, and this is just the same: just forget about Coon and me doing the same thing alongside you, forget about the other women watching, and just focus on enjoying the one you've got. Now, which one do you fancy starting with? They lock the three of us in here all night with the women and before tomorrow we have to have covered them all between us.... Coon always likes to start with the one he considers the worst, as he says he's so horn when he starts that he can make himself fuck her, and then, as he gets more and more tired, he has better and better women to look forward to. But I reckon to have a bit of fun, so I always start with the one I fancy most.... And later on it can be a bit of a struggle.... But some of these older women are pretty desperate but know a trick or two as they only get to enjoy a man when they're up for breeding...."
We were inside now and I head the guard close and lock the gate behind us. I looked at the women and didn't know. Jeff's voice was gently insistent, though: "Come on, Steve! You're the man, remember? It's you who picks out which of these ladies is going to get your attention first.... Do you want that young nigga over there - she's about your age? Or how about one of these older ladies..... I bet this one knows a trick or two to excite a young stud like you....."
Look, you may think I was being silly. But we grow up with certain expectations of "courtship rituals" and stuff like that, and we expect to meet women in certain ways and progress to fucking them in a number of stages. And although a lot of guys fantasise about going to an orgy, it's one thing to do that, and quite another to actually go to one. I wonder how some of you would really feel if you were stark naked, along with two other guys, facing twelve naked women, and knowing that you're supposed to fuck four of them that night?
As I watched, Coon grabbed one of the older women and pushed her to the ground. He didn't seem to use any finesse or anything - one moment he'd been standing there, and the next moment his big muscular butt was pounding up and down as he fucked her!
"Come on, Steve....", Jeff said. "It doesn't get any better by waiting, you know. You could stand here for an hour, and the situation would be the same: you've got to choose one of these ladies, and get stuck in."
Seeing my uncertainty, though, he went over and grabbed the nigga who was about my own age and led her over to me, then pushed us towards the rear of the cage. He elbowed some of the other women aside, saying "Give the boy a bit of room here.... He's new to this....", then, indicating to me a clear space in the corner, he went on "So this is it, Steve! Get stuck in, boy!"
End Of Part Three