Young Stud

YOUNG STUD

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Four

I still didn't want to do it, even though I could feel myself becoming excited by the thought of the young nigga bitch. I could hear Coon already stuck in, right in the centre of the cage: he was almost shouting "Fuck, fuck, fuck....." As he pistoned into the bitch he'd selected, and she in turn was moaning and crying as Coon's big dick ravaged her. Jeff had selected a bitch about his own age, and was taking it more slowly - I could see him doing, as he had the day before, a bit of fondling and general messing around. Although you could tell from his rock hard dick that this wasn't going to be prolonged as he was clearly ready to get started!

I wondered if I could get away without fucking anyone, and then I remembered the "raddle" - what would happen the next morning if they found I hadn't been with any of the bitches? At the very least I'd be punished, but probably Jeff would laugh at me for being so stupid. I was still standing there with the bitch, thinking about all of this, when she murmured "Come on, boy... They said you were new... Haven't you ever been with a woman before? Do you usually fuck the boys, then? Never mind, I'll show you what it's all about...."

Her hands slid down my body and gripped my dick, and I kind of lost it. Well, I mean, she was as much as saying that I was a fag for not wanting to go with her! And, anyway, you can't let a woman make the running like that, can you? I mean, it's the guy who decides what's to be done, and where, isn't it? It kind of helped, actually - I wrapped an arm around her and pressed her to me so that I could feel her tits with their nipples going hard against my chest, and my other hand snaked down and I started to finger her - she was running with juice, and I knew she was ready for me. Before she could do or say any more I pushed her down onto the straw, and almost automatically she spread her legs to welcome me into her.... And, of course, once my dick nosed at her slit, I was off.

It's funny, isn't it - once you get into the heat of passion, almost nothing else matters? I ceased to hear the noise Coon and Jeff were making. I ceased to notice the other bitches looking at me. My world contracted down and I was totally focussed on the bitch I was screwing and the pleasure she was giving me. I hadn't had sex for so long and I was really ready for it - I was conscious of her writhing and moaning as I fucked away, and could feel her hands racing up and down my back, scratching at me with the desperation of her passion. I tried to slow down, tried to prolong my intense pleasure, but it was no good - nature took over, and I felt my balls start to fire my cum up into her.

And then it was over, and the world crashed back into me: some of the other bitches were actually clapping!

They were looking at my body, lying there on top of the bitch, covered in sweat, and they were applauding!

I could see Coon had finished, too, and he sat there on the straw laughing - not at me, I felt certain, but with the enjoyment that he'd had from his bitch. I couldn't help looking then, as I gently pulled out of her and sat myself down: Jeff was in full flight, his big muscular ass really driving him in and out of his bitch, until he too then shot his load, giving a great shout of "Yes.....", as he did so, then lay there inside the bitch as he came back to normal.

It was amazing, actually - Jeff came and kind of pulled Coon and me together, and the three of us studs, buck naked and with our detumescing dicks covered in our cum and the bitches' juices sat together. I felt like a real man - there was an incredible feeling of male bonding, of us three men being almost as one, doing the thing that men are supposed to do. As I've told you, I'd fucked my girlfriends, but afterwards it had never been like this: sure, it had been good to lie there next to them, feeling our bodies calm down after sex, and whispering and chattering to them. But being with the two other guys, and knowing that all three of us had fucked, was somehow totally different - and better. And I felt almost proud when Jeff told me I'd done well, and Coon, who'd finished his bitch first, told Jeff that he'd seen me in action and he thought I was a "real stud - one of us".

We continued to sit together talking "man talk" about how we'd enjoyed our fucking, and Coon and Jeff then started to look at the other bitches and discuss which one they were going to have next. I sat there in silence for a bit until Jeff asked me which one I fancied, and Coon agreed that I could have "first pick" of the remaining ones, as I was new. "It doesn't matter to me which one I fuck", he told me, "It's all the same to me. But I guess a young guy like you still has fantasies about the kind of bitch you want to go with.... Still, there's still nine to choose from...."

It turned out that "etiquette" demanded that we pass through all the bitches at least once before we did a "second serving" to any of them, and so I took a critical look around at the nine who were left. Hearing us talking like this one of the bitches sidled over and began to stroke my back, then knelt behind me and rubbed her tits against my skin and whispered "Oh please.... Pick me.... I haven't been with a really young man, ever....."

Jeff laughed when he heard this and told me that it wasn't done like that "You choose, Steve - you're the boss, the stud. If you let the bitches have a say in it, they start to take charge and that's not right, is it?"

Look, I don't want to turn this into a sordid list of the bitches I fucked that night, so I'll cut the thing short at this point by telling you that after I'd fucked my second bitch "in public", all my previous inhibitions seemed to become almost absurd - especially when I had the example of Coon and Jeff, who were completely unashamed about what they were doing, and moved from bitch to bitch almost as quickly s they could, as soon as they felt their balls were ready to fire another load! Actually, though, it was made easier as there was only a dim light burning for most of the night so as I drifted in and out of sleep, whenever I fucked another one I was almost unaware of what she was like. I do remember Jeff shaking me awake at one point to tell me to get stuck in again, then rolling over and beginning to fuck a bitch he'd placed next to me, and afterwards realising she was really old - well, old enough to be my mom, probably! But although her tits were sagging as she bent over me, it was OK otherwise. And somehow it was comforting to wake and sleep like that, surrounded by all that flesh and knowing that I could take my pleasure with as much of it as I liked.

I know I'd gone to sleep mostly sprawled across the bitch I'd been fucking, but I must have been very tired as it was Jeff who slapped my butt and pulled me to my feet. I stood there, at first confused about where I was, until I realised that the guards were leading the bitches out of the cage, leaving just Coon and Jeff and me in there. I stank - and so did the other two, I suppose, as we were covered in sweat, cum and the bitches' juices. We all watched as the guards used small strips of chemical paper to test the pubes of the bitches as they were led away, and then the boss appeared, together with another guy who looked as if he was in charge of the factory as he was talking to the boss about when he might have another visit. Both men asked the guards how things had gone, and were told that Coon had covered seven, I'd covered six, and Jeff had only covered five.

The boss was laughing as he looked at Jeff and me, and told us he was surprised that I'd outperformed Jeff. Jeff was grinning, though, as he told the boss that it was "only to be expected from a very young guy, once he'd got the hang of it" and that anyway he, Jeff, was "so busy picking out the next bitch for Steve that he hadn't had time to do as many as he normally liked".

The boss laughed again and asked Jeff what he meant, and Jeff, still smiling, told the boss that "He thought that I should have a good selection first time around, so he'd started me with a young one, but had made sure I had a couple of the more experienced ones, too: those who had had pups before and knew what it was about."

The boss was eager to get off then, and Jeff and Coon and me were told to go off and shower - somehow walking out of the cage in front of the boss, the other guy who owned the place, and the guards, didn't seem to matter: my dick wasn't hard any more, but I could see them looking at the marks on my back where some of the bitches had clawed at me in their passion, and it was almost like a mark of manhood. The three of us stood there in the shower then letting the water cascade over us, and Coon said that he looked forward to our visits - which I gathered from Jeff were every three months or so. In-between times Coon was just given a bitch a week, but he thought it was fun to be with us guys all working away together. "And, you know", he added, "I never get to talk to another guy, hardly - it's just bitch talk all the time. And you need proper man talk sometimes, don't you?"

Just as Jeff had been told by the boss to wash me in the shower, so it seemed it was the practice for us studs to soap and wash each other after a studding session like this, and I was quite surprised, actually: it actually felt good to hold Coon's big black dick and let my hands slither up and down it. And I began to enjoy the feeling of having hard muscles under my hands as all three of us continued to get clean, rather than the soft skin of the bitches. Afterwards as we stood there getting dry, and Jeff and I pulled on our shorts and singlets and Coon found his ragged shorts and put them on, I asked him what he did. "Apart from being the resident stud, you mean? - Well I do all the manual work around here: loading the trucks with the crates of finished goods, unloading the trucks bringing in the fabric and stuff, cutting the grass out front, washing all the floors once a week, all that sort of stuff. And then, of course, the boss sometimes takes me..."

"Takes you where?"

Coon's face broke into a huge laugh. "Oh Steve, you've got a lot to learn! When the boss is tired of fucking the bitches - he has first pick, when he wants one, and I just do all the rest - he likes to fuck my ass. He says it reminds me that I'm a slave, and a nigga slave at that. He says that the proper place for a nigga is under a white guy. Still, your owner won't be able to say that, will he? What does he say to you, Jeff, as you're not a nigga?"

Jeff looked strangely silent, as if he was almost ashamed of what he was going to say. Then he kind of muttered "Well the boss doesn't fuck me. So I don't expect he'll fuck Steve, either."

Coon laughed out loud now, and ran his hand over my butt. "There must be something wrong with that boss of yours, not to want a piece of an ass like this.... Or yours, of course, Jeff! When I saw both of you in action last night I thought your boss must be a lucky man to have a couple of asses like that to enjoy."

I listened in amazement to this, as it had never occurred to me that the boss would even think of fucking a guy, or, indeed, that anyone would. Well, I mean, I knew there were gay guys, of course, but I'd never met anyone like that up in our neck of the woods and I reckoned it was more talked about than actually done. So to hear that the owner of the factory actually fucked Coon, especially when Coon was so clearly a stud who liked bitches, was unsettling. As we said goodbye to Coon, who the guards told to "get his lazy nigga ass a move on and start to work again", I said to Jeff as we walked towards our SUV "Was Coon serious?", and when Jeff looked puzzled, I added "...about being fucked, I mean."

"I suppose so... Most owners fuck their slaves."

"Yes, but Coon's a guy... A stud...."

"Steve, most owners fuck their bitches and their male slaves - it's one of the reasons why a man becomes a slave owner. Think about it - you have another guy so totally in your power, and under your control, that you can ram your dick up his ass if you want to, and the poor guy can't do a blind thing about it."

"But the boss..."

"He could, Steve. He could fuck you, or me, if he wanted to. Or if he wanted a bit of fun, he could decided that I should fuck you.... Or you should fuck me...."

"No, Jeff, I wouldn't......."

"Well I would, Steve! You forget that the boss could order us off to the public whip master for a real flogging. Look, Steve, for your own good, if he tells you to fuck me, just do it, will you? I'd hate to see you hurt. And it wouldn't bother me all that much, honest!"

I guess he was serious, but the next minute he started to smile, and added "And if he tells me to fuck you, I certainly will - as Coon said, you've got a nice butt....."

I couldn't tell whether he was joking, or not then, but we had to stop talking as we got to the SUV where the boss was waiting.

He took us out for breakfast, and was clearly pleased with out night's work as he actually let us choose what we wanted from the breakfast menu, and I had fresh orange juice, and bacon and eggs and hash browns and a big pile of toast. Jeff had much the same, and the boss was almost laughing at us. "I can see you were both working hard, to be this hungry.... You did well, both of you, as we've been asked back. I hope it was as good as the last time, Jeff: of the eight bitches you and that nigga fucked, seven of them got knocked up and the owner is very well pleased."

I sat there almost in shock, as I suppose I'd rather lost the connection between fucking and actually making babies. The boss saw me looking thoughtful, and added "That's what it's all about, Steve! That factory owner has all those bitches working at sewing all the time, and he makes a good living at it. But they can work away most of the time they're pregnant, and then he has extra profit: new slaves to sell."

"But boss, bow can he know they're all kind of... well, ready? Seven out of eight...."

"Don't they teach you anything in biology these days, Steve? When you have a group of bitches together they send out pheromones or something so that, over time, all their menstrual cycles start to synchronise. It was observed first of all in convents in the middle ages.... And in places like women's prisons - when they used to have them, before the slave laws. And I guess in women's battalions in the army, and places like that. So he knows when his bitches will be in season, and they'll mostly be synchronised. That's why it makes sense to fuck all the ones who he thinks are ready for pupping at the same time."

"But why Jeff and me, boss?"

"The same reason that a lot of owners want a white stud: they like to 'lighten' the skin tone. And of course they want slaves who are good looking, and big, and strong.... So it makes sense to use handsome, tall, strong white studs like you."

Well, I suppose it made some sort of sense. I was beginning to realise that in this crazy world they'd made in the South a lot of things made sense within the system they had, even if back home it would have seemed strange, even perverted.

After breakfast we drove off and headed west. There wasn't to be another assignment that day, the boss said, and after lunch I was a bit surprised therefore as we stopped very early, at a really nice motel as the boss said that Jeff and I needed to work on our bodies to keep us looking good. We checked in and there was the usual two-bedded room, and the boss then took us off to the local mall and bought me running shoes - Jeff already had a pair, although most of the time we only wore slave sandals as I did. Instead of stopping at our motel the boss then drove on down the highway, keeping his eye on the mileometer.

"Have you done any running, Steve?" He asked me, and when I said I'd done some track stuff at high school and college, he smiled. "Good. Jeff needs a good workout, and if you're used to doing a bit of running, it will be easier", he told me.

We drove on and then the boss stopped the SUV, and told us to get out. "Right, Jeff, you know the form..... This is a measured eight miles from the motel. You have an hour, or else!"

With that he drove off, and Jeff started off after the disappearing SUV, telling me to get a move on as if we didn't make the time, the boss would punish us. It may not sound a lot, eight miles, and it might not seem very fast to have an hour in which to do it, but I can tell you that in the heat and humidity of the summer it's a real pain. We were soon both soaked in sweat, and Jeff pulled his shirt off and tucked it into his shorts in order to keep cool - I did the same, and wondered what the motorists who roared past us on the highway thought when they saw two big guys like us pounding along the sidewalk with our names tattooed across our backs as they were.

We made it back OK - but it was had as we had no watches of our own and so we were forced to run probably faster than we really needed to as we couldn't pace ourselves properly. The boss seemed pleased, though, and said that we could rest for a bit and that we were to top up our tans. Jeff led me to a secluded corner just around from the pool, slipped his shorts off and sprawled on the grass. "Come on, Steve", he said to me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "You heard the boss - he wants us to top up our tans, so come and lie here and let the sun do its work. The people who pay the boss to have us stud their bitches like to see a bit of a tan, as a white ass is a sign of a free man these days."

Well, I was worried, I can tell you. Although it was a secluded corner, it wasn't really private: it was overlooked by the rooms on the top floor of the motel, and, anyway, it would be easy for anyone using the pool to come past and see us. I said this to Jeff, but he just shrugged. "So what, Steve? So they see your bare ass - lots of people are going to be doing that, you know. And quite a lot of slave owners who are using us for studding like to inspect our dicks and so on before we start - you'd better get used to being 'displayed'. It's a bit like you were worried about fucking in public - having other people see all your body is no worse. The boss says that as a slave I ought to expect other people to want to look at my body - after all they are paying him for the use of it, so why shouldn't they look at it, and touch it, and so on?"

"But Jeff, it's wrong - I mean, we're men, just like they are.... And a man has a right to privacy. I ought to expose myself only when I want to, like to my girlfriend...."

"I used to think like that, Steve. But the boss explained to me, when I first belonged to him, that my reasoning was entirely false. It's true that men have a right to privacy, but slaves aren't considered to be men, so they do not.... A slave does whatever his owner wants, and if the boss wants us to lie here naked to top up our tans, that's what we do."

It was so hot in the sun, though, that we were both sweating profusely, and I was really tired after the run. Jeff had to slap my ass to get me to turn over and avoid getting burned, and I guess it was inevitable that I'd doze off - only to be woken up by the sound of laughter some time later. A couple of college guys and their girlfriends had clearly stopped at the motel and had gone out to the pool, and were now looking at Jeff and me as we lay there waking up. I realised that I'd been lying on my back, and had an erection, and the girls seemed really amused by it. I scrambled to my feet, disparately trying to cover myself as I searched for my shorts, but the four of them had evidently come up as we lay there and had pushed our clothes to one side.

Jeff just stood there, totally unashamed, but the more flustered I got, the more I tried to cover myself, the more the four college kids laughed. They looked so perfectly at ease with themselves as they stood there - the guys in their knee-length baggy swimming shorts and the girls in their bikinis, and I couldn't help but think that I'd been like that myself so very recently.

Then one of the two guys rapped "Stand still, you fucking slave...."

I was going to tell him to fuck off, when Jeff touched my arm lightly and whispered "Do as he says, Steve! The boss doesn't like us being rude to free men, and likes us to obey them, within reason."

So I stood there, and the guy said casually to the girls "Here - look at this! Thus guy's a slave, you can tell from the big 'S' on his ass - but he's still got a foreskin!"

The girl giggled "Well not like yours, Stu....", and his buddy slapped him on the back and added "The slave's well hung, isn't he, though?"

I just stood there, blushing with shame as the two guys and two girls continued to discuss my body in intimate detail. Jeff didn't seem to mind, though - OK, they didn't seem to be focussed on him as much, but perhaps that's because he wasn't about the same age as they were.

One of the girls seemed to tire of the game, though, as she said she wanted to go and lie down, and the four of them sauntered off, leaving Jeff and me there.

I told Jeff how terrible I felt, and he looked at me "You know, Steve, you bring it on yourself...."

I almost exploded! "Bring it on myself? Having those people talking about me like that, having to stand there and have them looking at me...."

"They didn't do it to me, did they, Steve?"

"....because you're not a college guy....."

"No, Steve. Because they could see I wasn't embarrassed by it! So there was no sport in it, was there? Those two guys were only showing off in front of the bitches, trying to impress them.... If you hadn't looked so embarrassed, hadn't seemed to be worried about them looking at your dick, they'd have given up and gone away. If you'd been proud of what you'd got, had stood there and even allowed yourself to go a bit hard, the guys would have backed off - they'd have been worried that the bitches would think you were a pretty fantastic guy, and would compare the guys unfavourably to you."

The boss came over to us shortly afterwards and said that he'd agreed with the motel management that Jeff and I could use the pool, and the gym, providing there were no men in them - by men he meant men or women, of course: "men" as opposed to "slaves". So Jeff and I lay and watched as the two college guys and their bitches frolicked around a bit, and then, when they were finally out of the water, Jeff said we should go in. But I didn't want to, until Jeff asked if I didn't like swimming - and I surely do. He gave a little sigh, said "Well, it's your loss, buddy - the boss can't often get the management to agree for us to use the water that free men use. And don't blame me if the boss is angry tonight after he's gone to all this trouble for us."

With this Jeff walked to the edge of the pool, and I wondered what he was going to do about swimming trunks, until it occurred to me that he was going to swim in his slave shorts. But he did not - not even bothering to turn around so they couldn't see his dick, Jeff casually dropped his shorts as the college people watched, flipped his dick to free it from his balls, walked around the edge of the pool to the deep end, then executed a perfect dive in, and raced the length of the pool.

He stood there in the shallow end then, the water level just below the top of his pubes. He was smiling, and said "It's fantastic, Steve! We don't often get to enjoy this. Come on, buddy, I need someone to race - just doing lengths by myself is a bit boring."

"I can't, Jeff... They're watching...."

"And I told you not to worry: you've got nothing to be ashamed of! You saw how I did it... Come on, buddy....."

But I shook my head, and, still smiling, the next instant Jeff sprang out of the pool, and before I could stop him grabbed me around the waist with one arm and with the other pushed my shorts down! I was so surprised, I couldn't stop him. Then, just as if we were two normal guys horsing around, he kind of pushed me around the edge of the pool - past the four college people, who were all laughing - and threw me in to the deep end. I came up coughing and spluttering, and then of course I had to try to duck him.... And in a few seconds I'd forgotten all about being naked as I just enjoyed the sensation of a hot day, a great pool, and being in the water with a buddy.

We did race, though, and I beat Jeff: well, I've got more of a swimmer's build, I suppose. And I was more used to it as I swam a lot at college whereas Jeff only got into a pool occasionally. The four college people were still watching when we'd had enough, though, but Jeff didn't care - he pulled himself easily out of the water, then bent down to grab my hand and almost haul me out. I could hardly believe it, as he had his back to the college people as they sat on their loungers, and bending over like that his ass must have been very exposed to them. We both stood there on the side then, and of course we did not have any towels or anything. Jeff started to run his hands over my body, though, "planing" the water off it, and muttering to me to do the same to him, which I did, a bit reluctantly.

Then I heard one of the college guys say "Look at them - a couple of fags. Look at the way they're stroking each other like that."

I don't know what we'd have done if the boss hadn't appeared at that moment, having heard them. He called Jeff and me over to the four of them and said quietly "You're mistaken! Look at these two - they're not fags! In fact they're two of the finest studs in the South. The older one has sired hundreds of pups, and the younger one, although new, is taking after him."

All four of them looked stunned, and I began to feel almost proud as I stood there. But the boss went on "They are of course for hire..... If either of you gentlemen feels unable to perform.... Or if you ladies want a real night of pleasure......"

Seeing that they were almost speechless, the boss shrugged and walked off, telling us to follow him. Jeff and I scooped up our clothes as we went past them, but didn't bother to dress.

That night in bed it was tough - I needed to jerk off, needed to jerk off badly, but Jeff was pressed close to me and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It took ages to get to sleep, and I woke up at about two with such an erection that I knew it would be impossible to sleep unless I did something about it. So I rolled over so I was facing away from Jeff, who seemed to be fast asleep, and began to stroke my dick very gently, hoping that in the state I was in I could come off without having to be very physical. Suddenly Jeff's big hand gripped my wrist, the one I was using to try to jerk off, and he pulled his body close to mine so that he was spooned up against me - I could feel the heat of his body all along my back. His head moved so he was right above mine ,and he whispered very, very softly into my ear "Stop it, Steve! The boss told you that jerking off was forbidden, didn't he? Do you want to get into real trouble?"

It was still and silent in the room, but I could hear the boss's faint snoring, so I knew he was asleep. I turned around a bit and whispered back "I've got to, Jeff... I'm desperate...."

"NO, Steve! You're up for studding later today, and you just won't do as well. I know you nineteen year olds are really horny, and you'll be able to stud.... But the boss likes us to produce a big load of cum, and if you shoot now, there won't be as much."

There was no point in arguing with him, and I couldn't do it with him holding my wrist... No, I couldn't do it knowing Jeff was aware of what I was doing. So I tried to get to sleep, and Jeff pulled me to him and held me close, and I'm not sure that that helped.

When we got up the boss was very insistent that I looked "my best", as he called it, and sat there and watched as I cut my finger and toe nails. He got Jeff to trim my hair - not that it had grown all that much, but the boss liked it very short and neat. And then he ordered me over to his chair and felt my balls, to make sure that the "sack and crack" I'd had done meant that they were still smooth. He fingered my pubes, too, then told Jeff to come and trim them a bit as he thought there was too much hair at the top of my dick.

I don't know, but somehow having Jeff kneeling there snipping at my pubes with the hairdressing scissors just wasn't as dreadful as it ought to have been!

It turned out that we were going to the house of an old friend of the boss, so this was not to be a real "commercial" studding. Instead, the boss told me as we drove along, he and his friend had a long-standing arrangement that when he was in the area they met for lunch, and that the friend bought or hired an attractive bitch and he, the boss, supplied the stud. "I can't tell you how very stimulating it is before lunch, Steve", he said casually, "To sit there with a nice frosted mint julep, talking about old times with my old friend, and watching two beautiful, athletic bodies putting on a display for us. It really gives us an appetite for our meal."

As the boss was clearly in a good mood and didn't mind conversation, Jeff added "You'll enjoy it, Steve, you lucky dog! The boss's friend always lays on a really good bitch, and I've had some great sex. And there's no hurry - they like a really good long display, and that always suited me...."

"Yes, Steve", the boss added. "The emphasis is on entertainment for us, so I want to see a lot of different positions, and it's not just to be a 'wham, bam and thank you, ma'am'! I know you're only nineteen and therefore horny as hell, but if you do have to cum quickly, pull out of her so we can see a nice jet of cum - splash it all along her belly or her back, depending on which way up you have her. But then go back in, straight away, whilst you're still hard, and carry on fucking until we tell you to stop, as we're ready for lunch."

"Oh yes....", Jeff added, "I had to do that once or twice. And there's another thing, too... Shall I tell him, boss?"

The boss nodded, and I could see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Well, Steve, the boss's buddy likes to get a bitch who's really feisty, who'll try to take charge, who'll want it done her way! Well you're the stud, remember: it's YOU whose in control.... You may have to exert your authority as a guy a bit, if you know what I mean...."

I shook my head.

"Steve, come on! You might have to slap her a bit, or use your strength to subdue her at first, until she gets to know you're in charge!"

"I don't do sex like that, Jeff... All my girl friends always wanted it...."

The boss cut in then. "You keep saying that, Steve! 'I don't do....'. Well you do now, now you're a slave, OK? My buddy and I like a good show, with the guy in charge, clearly in charge, doing what he wants to the bitch to give him his pleasure. It's not for the bitch's pleasure: it's for ours, and we like to see the guy in control. So forget what you used to do, and make sure you give us a good show.... I've not had to use the cane on you yet, but there will be a first time! And I want to see you really acting like a stud: my friend and I have a little wager on it, as to whether his bitch can seduce my boy, and I hate losing!"

I have to tell you I was really nervous when we arrived at the house in an otherwise unremarkable suburban street. The boss led us in, and his host took us through onto the shady porch at the back, and the two men sat there. The boss told Jeff and me to strip, and then said "You'll remember my stud Jeff, George? He really showed that bitch of yours how it was done on our last visit. Well, as you can see, my new stud, Steve, is a bit less mature- he's only nineteen, and he hasn't yet put on all his proper adult muscle. But I'm sure that what he lacks in strength he'll more than make up for in enthusiasm - do you remember how horny you were at nineteen? Anyway - you can choose: if you want to see Jeff's superb body in action again, that's fine. Personally I want to see young Steve, as I need to understand what additional training he needs.... But you're my host, George, you choose."

George leant back in his chair, sipped his drink, and in a deep southern accent drawled "Come over here, boy."

I moved forward to stand between him and the boss, and George looked at me for a few moments, before saying "You haven't had him 'skinned! I thought that was more or less obligatory for slaves."

"Oh no, George. It's the custom, of course. But it's not a legal requirement, not like the brand, or the tattooed SIN."

"Turn around, boy", George ordered and I saw the boss nod, an obeyed.

The feel of the man's hands on my butt was pretty gross - he pushed his thumbs into my ass crack and was squeezing my butt with his fingers. "Nice!", I heard him say to the boss. "Very nice - firm, and held high. Once you've exercised him some more and there's a bit more meat there, it should be stunning. But I think I'd like to see that as in action - and he's got long thighs, too, hasn't he?"

"Yes, Steve's pretty well put together", the boss replied. "That's why I bought him. I reckon he'll give us a good session. But if you don't like it, we can always change over and Jeff can do the business...."

The boss's host nodded, and clapped his hands. I stood there and watched as a door opened and the bitch I was supposed to fuck came out - I almost gasped in amazement as she appeared, as I'd been expecting a nigga or a Mexican. But instead she was some sort of Asiatic: tall and statuesque, with long perfectly straight black hair down to her neck. She was wearing high heeled sandals, which emphasised the shape of her thighs and the roundness of her buttocks as she strode casually over to us. Other than those, her only covering was a wisp of white silk hanging from a gold chain around her slim waist, which barely managed to conceal her sex. Her breasts were small, but perfectly round and plump, carried high and firm.

"Lily, my dear", the boss's friend said "This here is Steve, who is going to fuck you."

"I don't play with boys!", she said instantly, very impertinently, I thought. Her voice betrayed her Asiatic origin, but was otherwise clear. "If you're so perverted that you want to see me fucked, rather than doing the business yourself as you usually do, let me play with that big one, who looks like a real man."

"Lily, my guest and I want to see the young man in action! I might let you sample the older one later, if you behave...."

She tossed her head, half in defiance, and half as if to say "When it all goes wrong, remember it was our decision", and teetered over towards me, a faint smile on her face and her pink tongue playing seductively over her lips.

"OK, boy.... Steve, did he say....?"

"Yes..." Even I could hear the faint stammer in my voice.

"Well then, Steve, I can see you're already hard.... Just lie down, let me ride that cock of yours, and it will soon all be over....."

Without thinking I lay down of the floor of the porch, and she knelt beside me and began to suck and nibble at my dick. I was soon writhing and moaning in ecstasy as I'd never had any of my girl friends as expert as this at blowing me before, and all the time she was smiling, and occasionally letting her long-nailed hands stray across my chest, brushing at my nipples. Occasionally she stopped, took her mouth off my dick and came and kissed me: her tongue was hot and pointed, and as she plunged it into me I couldn't help almost bucking my hips up in ecstasy. But then she went back to my dick, and now I was in deep trouble, as my back was arching to thrust my hips into the air as if desperate for the sensation of her tongue and lips.

Vaguely I heard the host call out "I want to se fucking, Lily!", and she stopped, leapt astride me lightly and stood there balanced on her insanely high heels for a moment, and then began to lower herself on to my dick. At the last moment she pulled the tiny shred of white silk aside so I got a glimpse of her slit - a slit that had been mostly shaved, but which still had some of her thick black hair around it. I heard myself moan with delight, and then, as she lowered right down, my hips thrust upwards to meet her.

She sat astride me raising and lowering herself and I couldn't help synchronising my movements to reinforce hers. I could see her breasts, like firm round apples, bobbing up and down, and her head was thrown back as we fucked. I turned my head for an instant and saw Jeff, and he was looking horrified! His dick was rock hard, but I saw him mouthing something. I was on the point of shooting, but was distracted for a moment and this held me off, and I realised Jeff was mouthing "YOU.... FUCK..... HER!" I remembered then what the boss had said about being in charge.... Well, lying underneath her as she rode my cock wasn't very much like being in charge, was it?

The last thing you want to do in the middle of sex is to "lose your way", isn't it? And for a few moments I just lay there, now still and not participating, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I shot. It took a huge effort, but I sat up - well I am fit - then, in the same motion, pushed her backwards, but putting my arms around her to stop her hitting her head on the floor. I was on top now and I began to fuck her properly, but her reaction was violent! Her legs were thrashing at mine, her hard heels slamming into my calves and thighs; fortunately I heard her high-heeled shoes go skittering across the floor, so at least I didn't have to worry about them injuring me. Her finger nails were doing serious damage to my back and butt, I reckon, as I could feel them raking up and down me as I fucked away. Still, there was nothing to be don about that, was there? Until, that is, I caught a glimpse of Jeff again, and he was now smiling and giving me "Do it!" gestures with his hand and forearm, and then mouthing "DOGGY!"

Well you know how it is a as a young guy at High School and at college: when you do succeed in getting a girl in the sack they always want it done "nicely", in the missionary position, as Lily and I were. But when a group of us guys got together to watch porn, we always cheered when the women were taken doggy fashion. This seemed as good a time as any to realise my fantasies, so I pulled out of her - which stopped her furious shouts, at least for a moment - grabbed hold of her and flipped her onto her belly. She tried to resist me as I put one arm under her, at the waist, to pull her up to her knees. She wouldn't kneel properly, so I slapped her tight little butt a few times, and that made her a bit more co-operative. I held her shoulders and pushed them down as my cock probed for her slit again, then, once I was in and fucking away, I slid both hands underneath her, cupped those gorgeous tits, and really felt I was in ecstasy.

The bitch wasn't happy, though, and was calling me all sorts of wild names, in between her gasps as I fucked her, that is. I kind of noticed Jeff saying something to the two men who were watching, and the next moment he was kneeling in front of Lily as I continued to fuck her. Very roughly, I thought, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face up, and snapped "OK, bitch, take my cock, and if I feel any teeth, it will be the last time as I'll knock them out of you." He thrust his cock forwards towards her and she was wailing now "NO!", and refusing to take it: I couldn't understand why, as the moment before she'd been willing enough to go down on me, after all.

Jeff slapped her face a couple of times as he held her hair, and her cries of anger turned to ones of pure hate, mixed with fear: but they were soon stifled s Jeff's thick dick went in, and, to my amazement, went right down her throat.

Jeff was facing me as I fucked away and he thrust in and out of her throat, and I saw him laughing as he told me "Well done, buddy... You've shown the bitch what for! Not take her up her ass!"

I couldn't believe what I'd heard for a moment, but I was so deep in lust now that I was prepared to try anything. I mean, no one had ever even suggested that

I could do such a thing to them - if I'd even mentioned it to my girl friends I'd have been "blacklisted" at school and college - but I knew from reading a lot of porn that it's kind of the ultimate power a man has over a bitch when he's fucking her doggy style. So I pulled out, fumbled for a moment to find her secret place, then thrust in with all my strength.

She would have screamed the place down, I'm sure, if Jeff's cock hadn't been blocking her throat, and all we got was a terrible, muffled wail and the excitement of seeing her whole body spasm. And then it was sheer ecstasy - my dick had never known anything like it: her ass was so hot, so tight, and somehow so.... so.... forbidden! Doing something that was generally not allowed just added to the sexual ecstasy I was in, and I just shot my load helplessly - but I remembered what Jeff had said about the boss liking to see cum, and at the last moment managed to pull out and shoot a huge stream of my semen all along her sweating back. Jeff saw this, and the next moment his dick was out of her mouth and adding a streak from the opposite direction! We knelt there for a couple of moments, laughing together, then "high fived" each other in triumph. - it was one of the best moments of my life, to be like that with Jeff, sharing that complete male togetherness.

The bitch was furious, and began to shout and rage at the host, who just sat there laughing and saying "You needed that, Lily, my dear, to remind you that men are in control! And tonight I want no more of your slut-like antics when I bed you: be ready on your knees, and I'll decide whether to fuck your cunt or your ass: young Steve here had the right idea, I think!"

She went off in a huff, though, and I head the host say to the boss "She needs to remember she's a slave, and that I enjoyed that! If she doesn't behave for me tonight, though, I think I'll have her put into the slave barns for a night with all the big nigga bucks from the field gangs - it will be a nice change for them to have a bit of cunt again, and after she's serviced ten or twenty of them, perhaps she'll be a bit more co-operative. She's getting really uppity, and sulks if I don't buy her shoes and clothes and stuff."

They let Jeff and me, still naked and sweating from our labours, sit by them as they had lunch. They gave us some, as they engaged in good-natured debate as to whether I'd had an unfair advantage by having Jeff's advice, and help. But later, after several fine brandies with their coffee, the two men agreed to "draw the wager this time" but that next time I'd be expected to be in control from the start.

The boss dozed off as we drove away later in the afternoon, and although we couldn't talk much for fear of disturbing him, Jeff and I were really happy in each others company - well, when you've fucked a bitch with your buddy, you are kind of close, aren't you?

End Of Part Four