Young Stud

YOUNG STUD

By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part Six

The two nigga gardeners just couldn't resist coming to see what was going on. They worked their way over towards where Jeff and I were standing by the SUV, and stood there almost in amazement as Jeff knelt down in front of me and took the "nail" in his hand. Included in the small box was a little vial of some sort of thick lube, and Jeff stroked it all over the shaft part of the nail, before wrapping one arm around my butt to kind of hold me steady, and then presenting the end of the nail to my piss slit.

I wanted to wriggle and squirm, but Jeff was there and he looked up at me as if he knew I was as tough as he was. "OK, buddy, here goes....", he muttered.

A pain shot trough me - even though the nail was lubed, I just wasn't used to having something inserted into my dick. And the more it went it, the more painful it got. I wanted to whimper or shout, to tell him to stop. But I couldn't let Jeff see that I wasn't as brave as he was, could I? So I gritted my teeth and hung in there, until Jeff said "OK, Steve, now stand perfectly still - I've got to put the superglue on...."

I looked down as he knelt there, holding my dick in one big hand as he took a tiny tube of glue and deftly squirted a few drops of it on to the back of the head of the nail. Then he pushed the thing home, and I felt the "cap" of the nail hard against the head of my dick. In one lithe movement Jeff got to his feet and stood there smiling at me. "There, Steve - that wasn't so bad, was it? You're all fixed now, and the pill will keep you hard so there's nothing to worry about. Now, are you going to help me, as it's a bit tricky to nail yourself and the boss usually does it?"

The two gardeners were rubbing their crotches now as I guess they were in kind of sympathy with me, and could imagine how potentially painful it was to have the nail jammed down your piss slit. I really didn't want to have to do this to Jeff, but, on the other hand, I didn't want to look foolish in front of a couple of nigga slaves, did I?

My own dick felt heavy, and instead of reaching for the sky so it almost touched my belly, it was barely horizontal... And as I picked up the second nail, I could understand why: the thing was pretty heavy, with that kind of "solid" feel, and presumably the weight of it was actually keeping my dick down. Still, I needed to get on, so I took the canister of lube - which was very thick and slimy - and spread some on the shaft of the nail. Then, as Jeff had done, I knelt in front of him and took his dick in my hand.

"Lean back against the SUV, Jeff, to steady yourself, will you?" I told him, and then I took the nail and pressed the pointed end to his piss hole. I'm not normally a squeamish person, but I did know exactly how agonising the insertion of the nail was, and so as I pushed at it I was really hesitant and tentative, and, even so, felt myself shuddering faintly at what I had to do to Jeff. Other than an initial flinch, which he quickly recovered from, Jeff seemed pretty stoical about the whole thing, and it didn't take all that long to get the thing into him. As I reached for the glue though, he did say "Please be careful, Steve!

It's bad enough taking the skin off the dick head when we take this thing out - if you get any on the shaft...."

"Yes, I can imagine... You told me already!"

And then it was done, and I got to my feet. Jeff and I stood there with our dicks erect but kind if hanging down, and the niggas slapped their hands and laughed. Well, I suppose the sunlight glinting on the silver caps on the ends of our dicks must have been kind of interesting for them to see - or perhaps anything happening that was out of the ordinary was a real excitement for them - I don't suppose much of interest ever happened to you if you were a gardener on this place.

Jeff looked at me, and smiled that slow smile he has. He put his arm around my shoulder again, and said "OK, Steve! No point in prolonging it, is there? We'd better get in there, and get stuck in....."

He saw me looking really uncomfortable and went on "Look, buddy, I'll do as much as I can to distract her - she likes a lot of foreplay, as I said, and I'll try to make sure it's my tongue up her. And with any luck she'll just want to have you lie by her and let her play with your body as I pleasure her.... But let me give you a word of warning... Do not, not under any circumstances, show any kind of disgust or distaste for her body. I know she's old, but she's got the power, remember? So just keep thinking nice thoughts, about some of those bitches we've had already, OK?"

I nodded, but I wasn't convinced. And when one of her slaves showed us into her bedchamber, I almost fled back out of the door in terror - it was all white: big deep white carpets that my bare feet sank into , fluffy while muslin swagged everywhere all over the furniture, and a hugely ornate bed covered in white silk, on which she lay waiting for us, wrapped up in a silk dressing gown.

Look, I just can't tell you about it. It was so awful. From the moment we lay on either side of her, until she was tired of us and dismissed us, the whole thing was a nightmare. I hated the feel of her flabby, loose skin. I hated her sagging, empty tits, I hated.... No, I can't go on, I really can't. If it hadn't been for Jeff there, always there, distracting her, and distracting me, I don't think I could have got through it. But, surprisingly, I did fuck her - twice! An, yes, it does hurt to get to the point of climax and have your balls fire, only to have your cum stuck somewhere in your dick!

It was she who was in control all the time, though, and I suppose it was fortunate for me that she wanted to spend most of the time stroking me and playing with my body whilst Jeff knelt between her legs and thrust his tongue up her constantly. I suppose we were lucky that at some point her bedside phone went, and with Jeff lying on one side of her and me on the other, she had a long phone conversation with some other bitch about a charity meeting they were to attend - after that she seemed to have tired of us, and dismissed us.

Outside the bedroom door the young slave in the short tunic was waiting, and he told us we could use the showers in the slave quarters to clean up. He led the way, not down the big staircase up which we'd come, but along a short corridor to the "back stairs", which evidently were used by slaves as they were just plain concrete and not carpeted or anything. Jeff and I exchanged amused glances at each other as the slave's butt kept being exposed to us as he strode along in front - I'm sure we were both wondering what it was like to be a young male slave for a rich old bitch like that: keeping the poor man so exposed like that was surely a pointer to the kind of life he led.

The slave quarters were in the basement, and I suppose it wasn't bad: very plain, as you'd expect, but spotlessly clean. And the owner had the air conditioning down there, we saw from the grilles in the ceiling, so she must have cared something about her slaves. The showers were nice, too - almost like the ones I used to use at the sports club at college: big and airy, with about eight shower heads and plenty of room between them.

Jeff and I were used to each other by now, though, and almost automatically we only used one shower and stood there soaping each others bodies just as if we were "at home", if you can call it that, with the boss. It was so good to get clean, to get rid of the stench of the old bitch's skin off us. Then, above the noise of the water, Jeff said "OK, Steve.... This is the difficult bit...."

He knelt down, and I saw the water cascading off his broad shoulders. He held my dick and began scratching at the edge of the head of the "nail" with his finger nail. Well, you know how sensitive the flesh on your dick head is.... That in itself was enough to make me want to squirm a bit, and Jeff called out "East, Steve.... Almost done....".

And then I shouted, cried out as a sharp pain ran through me as Jeff prised the nail head off my dick, taking a big circle of my skin with it! I hopped around, clutching my dick and trying to soothe myself, without much effect, and Jeff stood there half laughing. "You look so comical, Steve! Come on, buddy, it isn't all that bad...."

"It is.... You don't know...."

"I do, Steve! I've had this done before, remember? And I've had to take it out myself as the boss wouldn't come down here to the slave showers, of course - and, believe me, it's much harder to bring yourself to tear the thing out, than it is to get a buddy to do it for you.... Anyway, stop messing around, and come back over here and do the business for me."

Well, what could I do? I knelt there in front of Jeff, holding his lovely dick in the palm of my hand, and began tentatively scratching at the edge of the "nail" to try to get some purchase. When I thought I had, I pulled back sharply and the thing came half off- although Jeff's dick head was all kind of bent as one half of the thing was still stuck to his skin. I heard Jeff yelp, but there was nothing else I could do: I got hold of the loose edge of the nail and simply yanked at it to get the other half loose - with another yelp from Jeff.... who, I was then kind of amused to see, then pranced around a bit, rubbing his dick, just as I had.

The young slave was waiting for us as we dried ourselves, and he handed us tunics of the kind he was wearing: they were so short that it was probably just as well that Jeff and I were still erect, as otherwise I'm sure the ends of our dicks would have been below the level of the hem, and as it was it was probably preferable to have the front of the thing pushed away from our bodies. As we walked through the mansion I somehow felt more exposed, even though I was "decently" covered, than I had when I was completely naked: knowing that the owner had the power to dress her slaves in a way that meant their manhood would constantly be teasingly revealed at unexpected moments, or when they moved too fast, was another example of how a guy could be mistreated under this dreadful slavery regime.

The woman and the boss were taking tea when the slave showed us into another reception room - mainly furnished in white and silver again - and she was dressed now in a simple afternoon dress of some sort of slinky grey fabric. She was deep in conversation with the boss, and neither of them even faltered in their discussion when we were led in - well, the whole room was so draped in heavy fabrics, and the pile of the carpet was so deep against our naked feet, that it's not as if we'd made much noise. Or perhaps they thought it sophisticated to simply ignore the presence of slaves.!

The slave motioned for us to wait in-between two of the big windows that led out on to the terrace, and I saw Jeff assume the "rest" position with his feet apart, hands behind his back and head bowed; and he indicated to me that I should do the same, so having not much else to do, I did. We both stood there, and again I felt how demeaning it was to have two big men like us to stand there as if we were some sort of ornament. I felt exposed, too, as the tunic had no sleeves, had a deep "V" up the front, running almost down to my navel so that a lot of my chest was revealed, and as my dick lost its erection I knew I had to stand perfectly still or else my dick head would peek out from under it. My legs were almost completely naked, the thing was so short, and the sides were slashed in a "V" as well, so that my thighs were exposed almost up to my waist.

The woman was telling the boss how well we'd performed, and how good it was to see a younger and older man together. "You know you could make money from these two by putting on a show", I heard her say.

"I can think of a lot of my acquaintances who would enjoy seeing these two perform after one of our charity lunches."

"Oh surely not", the boss replied. "After what I'm sure would be a delightful luncheon you surely wouldn't want something as sordid as an exhibition of these two studs with one or two nigga bitches...."

There was that high, tinkling laugh as she leaned closer to the boss. "Oh no.... Not at all.... But...." Her voice dropped low at this point, and even though I strained, I couldn't hear what was being said. And all I caught was the word "...together" at the end. Still, what did it matter? Whether Jeff fucked a bitch or I fucked one or we both fucked one, who cares?

But then I began to sweat as the woman went on "Of course you'd have to have the young one seen to - it's hardly seemly for a slave to appear in public with a foreskin, is it? Most of the ladies I know have sons or nephews of grandsons of about his age, and they are of course young enough to have avoided the fashion for circumcision in the last century.... But producing that young Steve, looking like a free man with that foreskin.... Well, I don't think it's seemly."

"Oh, come now, madam, I don't think there's any risk of Steve being mistaken for a free man.... Look at his SIN, and his brand...." The boss sounded a it embarrassed as he went on "Surely you can't have failed to notice the proper brand on his buttocks? I had him done very prominently, to avoid any possible confusion or misunderstanding."

"Ah yes, if he's in shall we say close contact, of course you can see it. But supposing he was giving a demonstration, and had his other side to the audience.... Then the brand would easily escape notice."

"Well thank you, ma'am, I'll remember this.... But now, if you'll excuse us, I'm sure you've had an afternoon that's been both exhilarating and tiring.... And we have some way to drive tonight...."

"Why of course.... But remember what I said, and if you'd like me to make an arrangement for my next charity function...."

"....I'll certainly call you." As he said this, the boss got to his feet, then bowed and kissed the woman's hand. Then, looking at us, said "Follow me, boys."

Well I was acutely conscious of being exposed to the other slaves as we walked out through the mansion, and when we got into the SUV I gave a little yelp as I sat down as the leather seat was hot from the sun, and my ass was bare underneath the brief tunic.

The boss laughed at Jeff and me, and said that he thought he might always have us dress in tunics from now on as it certainly was more interesting to see us like that.... And it would stop Jeff and me lounging around as we'd always need to stand up straight if we didn't want to expose ourselves constantly. Jeff asked him if we couldn't change into out normal Ts and shorts, but the boss said no, as he thought that having us become a little more aware of our bodies would be beneficial to us! Well, I wanted to argue with him, saying I was perfectly aware of my body, but what was the point? I knew by now that it was futile arguing with the boss.

We drove on into a big place - I can't now really remember whether it was Dallas or Houston - and instead of going to a motel the boss instructed Jeff to drive us downtown and we parked in a garage underneath some building or other. Still in our too-short tunics, Jeff and I had to walk across the garage and into the elevators - it must have been going home time for many of the people who worked in the building, as there were a lot of them around, and I hated the thought that there I was, barely covered, when all of them were in their suits and office clothes. We went up only a few floors and went into an office marked "Slave Reception." The boss fussed around filling in some paperwork and handing over his credit card, then came over to Jeff and me.

"I've got to go to New York for a couple of days and so I've checked you in to this boarding facility - they'll take good care of you, and I've told them to do a few things to you: renew your 'sack and crack' as you're having to shave a lot down there, and exercise you well as although you run a lot, I don't think you exercise your upper bodies enough. And, of course, you'll spend some time on a tanning bench, to get your colour up nicely. And a few other things....

It will be hard work, but then, you're both fit guys, so it shouldn't be all that bad."

He stopped for a moment, and added "Oh, and, Steve - happy birthday!"

Seeing me look surprised he added "You're twenty today, Steve. So you're no longer a teenager. You're a proper man now."

I thought about it and realised he was probably right - but keeping track of dates and stuff was difficult as the boss never let us read newspapers, or watch TV or anything as he said it distracted us from our work, and that anyway slaves had no need to know the news..

"Boss, please.... Could I call my folks.... As it's my birthday, they'll be thinking of me.... And they'd like to know that I was OK...."

The boss looked at me, almost pityingly. "Oh, Steve, you still haven't learned, have you? When you became a slave you left all that kind of stuff behind you. You've got no 'folks' now, and you're no longer their son. You're a slave, Steve: my property. That's the only thing that matters. But as it is your birthday, I've told them here that you and Jeff can have a proper ration of slave chow tonight - most of the temporary boarders at these kennels are not fed, as there's a terrible tendency for slaves to put on weight and a couple of days in the kennels, under strict supervision, is a good way to shed a few pounds."

He looked expectantly at me, and then gave a little laugh. "Still the same wilful Steve! Most slaves would thank their owners for their consideration. But never mind - when I get back, I think you'll have a slightly different attitude."

Wit that he turned and walked out, and at once a guard, holding a short tawse in one hand and a slave prod in the other, ordered us to strip. Well it wasn't very difficult - a single tug at the neck and the tunics were off us (they were designed to be easy to remove!). Then we were officially "entered" into the facility - showered, our SINs were recorded, and we were given the standard uniform for the place, which was a jockstrap.

They put us to work exercising immediately: running machines, weights machines, all the usual crap of a gym, with the exception that you were chained to these machines by a chain fastened around your waist, and there was a "regulator" - the device monitored your progress, and if you slacked, the chain served as a conduit for an electric shock which increased in intensity each time. Within a very short period of time Jeff and I realised we were going to have a real workout that evening, and we were both already tired from our afternoon's exertions with the old crone.

It was really tough, I can tell you. And when they finally said we'd done enough - not because we were exhausted, as a guard told us that it was the view that exhausted slaves should be encouraged to work on and on as that's when they really stretched their muscles - but because it was the change of guards' shift. We were led off to a long, luxurious hot shower, and then locked into the same cell together, along with a big bag of slave chow.

As we sat there munching away, Jeff looked at me with that amused smile he often wore. "So, buddy, you're twenty now. Your birthday. How are we going to celebrate?"

"Celebrate? In this bare cell? With just a bag of slave chow? Not much of a birthday celebration to be had here. I ought to be out in a bar, with my buddies..."

He smiled again, and pushed me back on to the straw that covered the floor - there wasn't a proper mattress or anything. With one hand on my shoulder he half lay alongside me, then reached for my dick with his other hand. "Well, Steve, as the boss isn't here to hear us, we could have a bit of fun.... Proper, man fun, just you and me.... Make out own little celebration.... I'm your only buddy now...."

I wondered what he meant, but then he started to stroke my dick. At first I was so surprised I said nothing, then I suppose I started to quite enjoy it.... But then Jeff moved his thumb over my piss slit to make his jerking off of me even more fun.... And I screamed!

"Oh shit!", Jeff said. "Hey, sorry, buddy... I forgot we're raw from that glue! Here....."

Jeff moved and his head went down, and the next moment my dick was enveloped in his hot, moist mouth, and he began to caress my dick gently with his lips and tongue. His warm spit soothed the rawness on my dick head instantly.

"No, Jeff....", I muttered.

"Shhh.... It's OK, Steve. The boss isn't here to stop us...."

"NO, Jeff! It's wrong! I hate having to do this to the boss, and I don't want you to have to...."

"Shhhh, buddy.... Just lie back and enjoy it! I hate having to do it to the boss, too, as he's old and it takes a lot to get him excited. But you.... You're twenty, and your dick's just begging for it...."

With that, Jeff returned to sucking and licking me, stroking my balls as he did so, and every now and then taking my dick out of his mouth and jerking me off oh so artfully. In spite of having had to shoot for the crone that afternoon, I was soon completely overcome by the sheer sensuality of having this big strong guy doing this stuff to me so gently, and I was moaning with the sheer excitement and pleasure of it. But you know how it is - when something's really enjoyable, it never lasts, and all too soon I was pumping cum down my dick and crying out with that exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain you get if you have a sensitive dick and the other guy continues to stroke you when you've shot!

I lay there panting then, and kind of laughing at the sheer enjoyment at what had gone on. Jeff was propped up on one elbow looking down at me and that smile all over his face. Then, before I could stop him, he dropped his body lightly on to mine, put his hand behind my head to hold me, then moved his face over to mine and went to kiss me.

As his lips brushed mine I went to say "No, Jeff", but the moment my mouth opened just ever so slightly, his tongue was in me, forcing it's way deeper. I was so surprised that I let it happen, and then I found myself responding. Well, I mean, I was used to making the running when I was kissing my girlfriends, pushing my tongue down their throats, and it seemed just to be a reflex to try to get my tongue into Jeff. His mouth was hot and wet with his saliva - and then, almost to my horror, I realised something else: it was coated with my cum from where he'd sucked me off. I went to pull out, almost in panic, but Jeff forced himself down and his tongue beat against mine now very firmly, brooking no resistance.

I struggled for a moment, hating the thought of having my own cum in my mouth, but somehow the sheer overpowering sense of Jeff all around me and in me was just too much, and I surrendered totally, letting him kiss me passionately and play with my nips and balls until I felt I was suffocating with pleasure.

When we eventually came up for air, Jeff was almost laughing now in contrast to his normal smile. We lay back, arms around in each others shoulders, laughing together. Then Jeff turned his face towards me and said quietly "You turn now, Steve..."

"My turn?"

"Hey, buddy, I just gave you the blow job of your life.... don't tell me you didn't enjoy it! Now it's my turn.... Come on, Steve.... My balls are aching!"

"No, Jeff, I don't do that kind of stuff...."

He looked at me for a moment, terrible disappointment flooding his face. "You suck the boss off, so why won't you do me? Is it that you don't really like me?"

"No, Jeff! You know that's not true! Of course I like you. We're buddies, aren't we? But I just can't do that to a buddy...."

"For fuck's sake, Steve... It's not as if I'm asking you very much. Just the same as you do to the boss.... How is it you can do it to him, and you're not prepared to do me?"

"You know that, Jeff. He'll punish me - and you - if I don't".

"Oh come on, Steve - it's not as if I'm asking you to let me fuck you. Just blow me, that's all. Thousands of guys do that to each other, all the time."

"No, Jeff. I'm not a fag...."

"That's nothing to do with it. Lots of straight guys enjoy their buddies like this.... Come on...."

Now in the past months when I'd been a slave and had been forcibly exercising, I'd really put on some muscle and power. The combination of the exercise, good food, and the fact that I was anyway getting older, moving into proper manhood, had turned me from a well set up guy to a real man. But Jeff was still two inches taller and had about twenty five pounds more muscle than me. So the next moment, when Jeff saw he was getting nowhere, stopped smiling, and grabbed at me, I was still at a huge disadvantage.

We struggled, our arms locked around each other, thrashing around in the straw, and I suppose neither of us wanted to hurt the other really: there were no blows or anything like that, just a kind of strong wrestle, with Jeff trying to overpower me, and me resisting. It's no good, though, is it? Those inches and that muscle were too much for me, and I ended up face down in the straw, with Jeff sitting astride my waist - I could feel his hot ass on the base of my spine as we lay there, both panting from our exertions.

"Now, Steve, are you going to be my buddy, and do the things good buddies do for each other, as I did for you? Or do you want me to punish you, just like the boss would if you wouldn't do some simple things for him?"

"Jeff, I am your buddy... You know I like being like your little brother.... I respect you, Jeff, do all the things that you do...."

"...except suck off your buddy, Steve! I do that. Now, are you going to do it?"

"No!"

"OK, then. I'll have to do to you what any older brother would do if his kid brother was doing wrong....."

I felt Jeff's big hand slap my butt as I lay there under him. Again and again his hand came down on my bare butt, and at first I managed to remain silent. But as the blows carried on raining down, I began at first to protest, then to shout, and then almost to scream - whether it was from the pain, or the indignity, or what, I can't really say. After a couple of minutes the guards came to the door of our cell and shouted in through the bars, but Jeff just stopped tanning my hide and said "The kid just needs to learn a lesson, officers.... There'll be no permanent harm to him."

The two officers laughed, and Jeff started slapping me again until my butt felt as if it was on fire. Then, before I could recover and to be able to defend myself, he leapt off me, and flipped me onto my back. He was on me again then, this time straddling my belly with his ass, and with his knees pinioning my upper arms to the floor. His dick was jutting right above my face, and I could smell his special scent as the sweat and pheromones from his crotch flooded my nose.

"Right, Steve.... You wouldn't do it the nice way, so I'm going to have to force you.... Open your mouth, buddy, as my cock needs some relief...."

I could see his dick hovering above my face, so I turned to one side, before shouting "Fuck you! No way!"

I tried bucking my body to throw him off, or to get my arms free to push him away, but it was no use - when you're on your back you just can't get he purchase to make that possible, especially when you're as heavy as Jeff is. He looked down at me, a smile spreading over his face.

"Now, Steve.... One last time.... Open up that lovely mouth of yours and get ready to take my cock, or suffer the consequences.... Come on, little buddy.... Be nice to Jeff....."

I was aware of the guards almost straining themselves to see in through the door properly, and clearly they were not going to help as they were enjoying the show.

Presumably this kind of "dispute" went on all the time between guys in the facility, and they reasoned that he best thing to do was just to let it happen and for us to sort ourselves out, providing we did not damage each other as we were valuable property. Still, as I figured it then, we were at stalemate - sure, I couldn't move away from under Jeff; but, on the other hand, there was no way he could force me to open my mouth.

I was wrong, of course! Still smiling, his eyes locked on mine, Jeff reached down and took one of my nips between each of his thumbs and forefingers, and simply squeezed. I've got such sensitive nips that my body thrashed around totally involuntarily and I shouted with surprise and pain. Jeff stopped for a moment, and still smiling, said quietly "Come on, Steve.... You're going to eventually, you know... You've got sensitive nips - you wriggle even if I touch them with my tongue - so how long can you hold off from wrapping those lips of yours around my cock? Do it now, little buddy, and save yourself a lot of unpleasantness."

I shook my head, Jeff squeezed again, and I shouted in anguish. We must have repeated that cycle a couple of times before I gave in: Jeff could be stubborn as a mule, I knew, and there was no way I could win this one. So I reached up with my head, stuck my tongue out, and licked towards the end of his cock. I saw him smiling down at me as I lay pinioned helplessly underneath him, almost lovingly. "That's right, Steve", he whispered "Come on, boy, take my cock.... And make sure I don't feel the scrape of your teeth on it, or else those nips of yours will be in for some serious damage."

Of course it wasn't bad at all - I mean, I had sucked the boss off, and Jeff's dick was in many ways better - well, psychologically, at least: it was hard and firm and kind of young, and Jeff had that heavy male smell that once my nose was near his pubes simply excited me. A bit different from the boss who had to be teased to go totally hard, and who then was definitely "old". Once I'd started, Jeff got off me (his knees, with the weight of his body behind them, were actually hurting my upper arms where he had had them pinioned), then he knelt beside me, cradling my upper body in his arms as I lapped greedily at him. Once he'd filled me with his cum, I pushed him back into the straw, lay half on top of him, half beside him, and kissed him, sharing his cum with him as he had done mine with me.

We lay together then, laughing and smiling, and somehow at ease with the world and totally in harmony with each other. I'd never felt this way about another guy before - no one had ever been as easy to be with as Jeff was at that moment.. Life seemed strangely good, and we fell into a deep untroubled sleep, lying together as buddies should.

Actually, the place - a boarding kennels, I suppose you'd call it - wasn't all that bad. The exercise was hard, sure, but they fed us well, and for the next couple of days Jeff and I kind of enjoyed it - especially the opportunity to really enjoy each others bodies at night without worrying about the boss not wanting us to waste our cum as we had to stud. The ends of our dicks healed remarkably quickly - I suppose it's the good blood supply or something there - and we found we really enjoyed jerking off together, especially when we held our dicks close against each other and stroked them alongside each other to try to make us shoot simultaneously.

In the afternoon of the third day, however, when Jeff and I and four others were working away as usual in the gym, a guard came over, read my SIN, compared it with a paper he was holding, and told me to follow him. I saw Jeff looking but he couldn't stop his workout without getting a shock, so he waved at me as I went past.

The guard took me into a kind of first aid room, with one of those treatment chairs in it, and after a few moments a youngish guy in slacks and a pullover entered. He, too, read my SIN and compared it with some papers from a file he was holding, looked at me, and said "You're Steve?"

"Yes."

"Yes, sir!", snapped the guard, "...unless you want to feel the prod! You treat all free men with respect, especially the doctor here."

"Yes, sir", I muttered.

"Right, Steve. We can't be too careful. Now, take that jockstrap off, ad sit in the chair, please."

"Sir, why....?"

"Do as the doctor tells you, you fucking slave!", the guard snapped. And seeing him ready his prod, I did as he told me. The leather felt cold and clammy against my body which was hot from the exercises, and sweating."

The doctor bent over me, and before I could react, had fastened straps from the chair around my forearms and waist. Then he stood there with a stethoscope, and listened to my heart.

"Very good, Steve! Excellent! Not a sign there of any problems, so we can proceed. Now, let me make sure you're immobile...." As he said this he fastened more straps around my thighs, and a thick one around my chest.

"Sir, please, what...."

"Oh it's a very simple procedure. I do it all the time, mostly to the newly enslaved. Your owner has decided to have you circumcised."

"No, sir, there must be some mistake.... He didn't have me done when he bought me...."

"...and now, evidently, he's changed his mind. I have the minor procedures order here that he signed when he left you in our charge, and he's coming back for you tomorrow so there's no time to be lost..."

H e opened a cupboard and lay some stuff out on the top of the low cabinet that lined one side of the room, then came and stood by me holding a black thing, about the size of a fat cigar. "Now, Steve, there will be some... Some, shall we say, 'discomfort', I'm afraid. But the whole operation only takes a few minutes. It's my belief that it's wrong to anaesthetise a slave during a very minor surgery like this, as it's better for you to remember how it felt, as an aid to your further understanding of the way that your owner has total control over you. So put this between your teeth and bite down on it - you'll find it helps to bear the pain. And it stops your screams disturbing everyone else in the building."

I went to say no, to beg him not to do it, but as I opened my mouth he slipped the rod in. It was hard rubber, and tasted of it. I sat there then, totally unable to move, watching the doctor as he broke open a sterile packet containing a scalpel. He pulled up a low stool and sat on it, between my legs, and said casually "OK, Steve, here we go.... The first cut frees everything up...."

I was looking down as he picked up my dick, and ran the scalpel around between my 'skin and my dick head, at the bottom. Then he 'skinned me back, showing me that my 'skin was no longer attached at the base. That lovely sensitive triangle of skin down there was all covered in blood, and it hurt like hell: I was screwing up my face with the effort of trying to remain calm.

"Good", he muttered to himself. "Now a lot of men find this just a trifle painful, but hang in there....."

He took a metal cylinder and slid it down over my dick, pulling the loose 'skin over the outside. I wanted to shriek as the edge of the cylinder touched the raw part of my dick head underneath, where he'd freed it already, and I could feel sweat breaking out all over me as I heard my muffled screams as I bit down into the rubber as hard as I could. He didn't say anything then, but teased and stretched my 'skin along the surface of the cylinder. Then, in one practices, fluid movement, ran the scalpel neatly around, removing a perfect circle of flesh.

I could see the blood welling out from the cut ring all around my dick, and I think I was beyond feeling any new pain as my entire dick hurt with a general hurt all over, a hurt that send stabs of pain through me all the time. The doctor was smiling at me now: "There, all over.... I'll just spray this with the new miracle stuff... based on spiders' webs... that seals cuts closed, and stops bleeding: it's really good in applications like this as there's a lot less scabbing and almost no residual scarring...."

The aerosol was cold against my dick, but I could tell from the way he was washing his hands that it was all over. "Right, Steve.... That's it! A proper 'high and tight' as we say in the trade, so now you look like a slave all over. Now, no jerking off, no sucking of that cock, and certainly no fucking for a week or two. We don't want the wound opening up, do we? A lot of men think that that's the hardest part - not having any form of sex for a time, and it must be particularly difficult for a young, virile guy like you. But I'll warn your owner, too, and perhaps he'll buy you a chastity device - that's usually best, as so many of you slaves are incapable of avoiding temptation!"

With that, he walked out, leaving the guard to undo the belts holding me to the chair, and lead me back to the cell I shared with Jeff. He was already in there, lying stretched out, dozing after his exertions at the exercises, and at first could not understand why I looked so fucking terrible. Then, his eyes riveted on my dick, he gave one of those long smiles of his. "Hey, buddy... . So the boss has had you done! Now we're really alike. Come on over, and let me take a good look...."

I winced and almost screamed as he took my dick in his hand, even though he was ever so gentle. "Jeff, how could he have done this....? The boss, I mean.... Why?"

"Why not, Steve? Every other slave I know is 'skinned, so what's the difference between having it done now, or having it done at the same time as you were branded?"

"But it's my dick, Jeff! Part of my manhood. Another man has no right to decide that I'm going to lose part of me, part of me that helps define me...."

"Oh for fuck's sake, Steve, grow up, will you? Of course he has a right to do it: you're his property, remember? And as for this 'defining' crap - well, as far as I'm concerned you've always been a real man ever since the boss bought you: the way you fuck makes you a real man in my books. And, actually, I think it kind of improves the look of you - I've always thought you've got a nice cock head on those rare occasions when I've seen it.... Not like some guys, where the head is narrower than the shaft. And now it's all visible... Well, I think it makes you look kind of, well, more mature, sleeker..."

"Sleeker? Are you kidding?" I almost exploded in indignation.

"Oh shut up, Steve! I reckon the boss thought that most owners who hire us for studding would rather see the stud's cock, so he's just had you done. It's no big deal.... Look at me...." As he said this, Jeff waggled his dick at me rather suggestively, and began to laugh. "Come on, Steve - there's no going back now, so you might as well learn to enjoy it!"

"Well that's a bit of a problem... I can't touch it for a few weeks, the doctor guy said."

Jeff smiled again. "Oh, so I'm in luck - I've got your undivided attention tonight, as you please me!"

End Of Part Six