YOUNG STUD
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
Read all of Pete's stories at groups.yahoo.com/group/petebrownseroticstories
Part Nine
That night the boss was in a very good mood - well, the tips I'd earned turned out to be almost as much as the hiring fee for the demonstration (which was in itself a lot more than a simple studding fee), so he had made an exceptional profit on the day. He took us out for a really nice dinner and in addition to our usual steak, he even let us have a baked potato, something which was a rare treat as he was always concerned about the possibility of us losing our hard, sleek bodies by acquiring even a little fat. And, what's more, he let us each have a glass of red wine -
although only the house red, unlike the half bottle of fine Burgundy he selected for himself. He saw me looking, and smiled "Look at this way, Steve, any wine is a treat for you, right? And you suburban boys and marines never had a proper appreciation of fine wine anyway, so there's no point in wasting money on you." As usual of course, he was right, but it didn't make me feel any better to know that I was considered to be so inferior.
By the time we got back to out motel, though, both Jeff and I were mildly, very mildly, drunk. When you're not used to wine, or alcohol of any kind, even one glass (well, one big glass, admittedly) can have quite an effect. The boss's good mood continued as well, and after Jeff and I had both worked on his dick, he put one hand on each of our heads as we knelt there licking our lips to clear away the taste of his cum, and told us how pleased he was with us. "So pleased, in fact", he continued, "That I've decided that it's not fair to keep you boys deprived of sex. I think I can trust you to do the right thing now - you know that if you're 'working' the next day it's not wise to blow your load the night before as the clients like to see a good volume of cum. But otherwise you two boys can do what you like - jerk off, fuck each other, whatever: you're grown men, after all, and old enough to know what you like and to decide what you want to do. So the old prohibition about not jerking off without permission is rescinded."
With that, he let go of our heads, smiled, and said "So off you go to bed - the only other thing I want you to do is to be quiet about what you're doing: I don't mind a bit of laughing and grunting for the first few minutes, but I don't want it to go on all night, disturbing my sleep, OK?"
Jeff grinned and said "Sure, boss!", and we both got up and climbed into our bed. I was strangely excited, and my dick was already rock hard as I thought I'd fuck Jeff - after all, he'd fucked me, hard, that afternoon, and so it was my turn now. But the moment we were together and the boss had turned out the light, he reached over and grabbed me, began to kiss me passionately, took my dick in his hand and began to jerk me off!
"Hey, cut that out....", I gasped.
"Don't be so stupid, Steve: you need lubing...."
"No way!", I hissed back. "You're not going to fuck me again today...."
"Hey, little buddy, I'm a stud, remember.... That's what I do."
"No, Jeff! It's my turn now...."
"This isn't something you take turns at, Steve! I'm a stud, and I do the fucking...."
He began to jerk me off and I started to struggle and to try to stop him, and I guess we were making rather a lot of noise as the bed was creaking and groaning as the two of us tussled around. Then the light went on, and the boss snapped "What the fuck is going on? I told you I expected you to be quiet...."
"Yes, boss, sorry, boss....", Jeff rapped promptly. "It's Steve, misbehaving. But he'll be quiet from now on, won't you, buddy?"
"Fuck you, Jeff! No way are you going to....."
"Be quiet, Steve!", the boss snapped. "I won't tolerate you two arguing. Now, if you can't be sensible about this, and act like the grown men I gave you the credit earlier for being, then we'll go back to the old way and there'll be no sex at all without my permission!" With that he turned out the light again. It was so bloody unfair - he hadn't even listened to what I was going to say.
But Jeff and I were there together, and I wondered what was going to happen next. Our hard bodies were braced against each other, as if we were engaged in a silent struggle for supremacy, and then Jeff's hand was on my dick again. I went to protest but his other hand went over my mouth and he kind of rolled on top of me, almost knocking the air out of me. "Shut the fuck up, Steve!", he whispered, his lips close to my ear. "Shut the fuck up.... You heard the boss, he wants us to be quiet...."
I tried to say something, but with his hand over my mouth and with me gasping for breath, I couldn't. He carried on jerking me, though, and I couldn't help it - I had been so ready to fuck him that my body was kind of primed for sex, and having Jeff's strong hand gripping my dick and stroking it - stroking it hard, so that every time his thumb and finger bumped into the flange of my dick head I almost winced - I soon shot my load. Jeff didn't bother to lube and stretch me as we lay there together, and he moved his grip so that he had my hands pinioned above my head so that I was at such a mechanical disadvantage that I couldn't stop him, and he simply coated his dick with my cum, then began nudging at my asshole for entry.
My asshole was still sore from the battering it had received earlier that day, but it seemed to be ready for Jeff, as to my surprise I felt him slide almost effortlessly into me. Then it was almost as if someone had thrown a switch and a quite different Jeff took over - buried in me, he didn't immediately start to fuck but instead let go of my hands, and pushed his face into my shoulder and began to nuzzle and lick me, nipping at my neck, then playfully biting my earlobe, all the time moving his hips slightly so that his dick stirred around just a little, sending shivers of erotic excitement through me. As if my body knew what it wanted to do, even if my brain didn't, my arms went around his powerful shoulders and my legs came up and sort of curled around his butt: it was as if I was trying to pull him even further down into me, or trying to ensure that he did not pull out. His nuzzling and nipping changed into a deep, deep kiss as his tongue plunged remorselessly in and out of my mouth, and I responded in kind, attempting to grab his lower lip with my teeth, and forcing my own tongue deep into him.
I don't know how long we went on like that before he moved his head again, put his lips to my ear and whispered oh so gently "Ready now, Steve? I can't hold it much longer?"
I didn't have to reply - I think my body was sending him the message. With Jeff still buried inside me we somehow managed to manoeuvre ourselves so that I was lying flat on my belly and Jeff's big body was all over me, all around me, enfolding me, keeping me safe.
Then very slowly, very gently, taking infinite care not to crush me or hurt me, Jeff began to fuck me. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever experienced, I think, as he used his big, powerful body to be almost excessively tender. And when he did cum, which was such a short time when for once I'd wanted it to go on for ever, he continued to keep his dick in me and lie on me. Once more his lips came to my ear, and after nuzzling and licking me a bit, he whispered "I remembered that you liked it when I fucked you like this last time, so I did it again. Are you OK, buddy?"
All I could do was give a sigh of utter contentment, and we continued to lie like that for some time - although of course Jeff had to pull out eventually as we needed to sleep: but even so, we slept wrapped together, our arms and legs in a sensuous tangle as our sweat and cum covered bodies pressed as close together as two bodies can.
The next morning the boss said that we didn't have to move on immediately, so before breakfast he drove Jeff and I a measured eight miles from the motel and told us that breakfast would be waiting when we got back. As we jogged along the highway I turned to Jeff "What the fuck was all that about last night?"
In spite of our efforts at running - I said jog, I know, but we actually ran quite hard - that characteristic lazy grin spread over Jeff's face. "I thought that was a pretty good fuck, actually..."
"Jeff, it was. But it was my turn. And when you started off, it was going to be another one of those rough ones...."
I saw the smile fade. "OK.... Yes, I guess.... Sorry."
"Is that all you've got to say? Sorry? Come on, Jeff, you were going to rape me again, like you did in the afternoon."
We ran on in silence, and I could see a pained expression on Jeff's face, the pain not coming from our exertions at running. "Steve, I've said I'm sorry, OK?"
"No, you bastard, it isn't OK!"
Jeff stopped - something he never did when he was running, as he prided himself on being able to run eight miles non-stop at a good pace. "Steve, look.... I don't know how to say this....."
He looked really miserable, and was shifting his weight from foot to foot, as if trying to find the right words. I felt for him - seeing him struggling like that reminded me about what the boss had said about Jeff being big and powerful on the outside, but kind of vulnerable inside as he wasn't always that bright. So I put my hand on his shoulder and looked him straight in the eye. "Come on, Jeff - you can tell me. We're buddies, right? I'm your best buddy - you told me that - better than any of the guys in the marines..."
"You don't understand, Steve..."
"Well I never will, either, unless you try and tell me, will I, Jeff? Come on.... Spit it out...."
And then it was as if a dam had burst. "Yesterday afternoon, in font of those bitches... I didn't want to hurt you... But once I got started, it seemed so right. My dick knew what it was doing when I reamed our ass... It was better than any fuck I've ever had before.... I couldn't stop - no, I didn't want to stop... I wanted to fuck you, fuck you hard, as hard as ever anyone has ever fucked before. I'm a stud, Steve, a real man, and that's what men do when they fuck other men - they fuck them hard, show them who's in control.... You were powerless, Steve, in spite of being fit and strong - once I'd started, I knew I was in charge, I knew you couldn't prevent me from having my way...."
He stopped then, and took a deep breath. "It was fantastic, Steve. But I'm a guy, and I'm not meant to like fucking other guys, and I'd just done something that was better than any of the bitches I've ever had.... And last night, when the boss said we could have sex, I wanted to do it again - no, I needed to do it again! And when you protested, it made it better - it was more exciting, more fun.... When I had you helpless, with your hands pinioned over your head and me jerking you off, I was in control of you, Steve! I made you cum, even though you had wanted to fuck me.... And I knew I could force my dick into you and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, and you couldn't prevent me.... And it felt great."
He stopped again, and now he looked totally confused. And his rushing, confident words turned to slow, halting phrases. "But then... Then.... Something happened.... I wanted to kiss you, I wanted to.... And you saw what happened - I began to make love to you, Steve, rather than just fuck you as a real man would have done .... I've never done that to a guy before...
Not done it to many bitches, actually.... To a girlfriend in high school once, I think.... And to someone I might have taken up with if she hadn't said she didn't like what marines stood for, once we'd been together once or twice.... And now here I was, kind of making out with you... And you liked it, Steve... And I liked you liking it..... And I wanted to please you, Steve, you know... Like lovers do..... So I fucked you slow and gentle, as you said you liked..."
He stopped again. I smiled at him. "Jeff, that was beautiful...."
His eyes blazed with anger. "No it wasn't! I'm a stud, Steve. I fuck bitches. And if ordered to, I fuck guys, I suppose. I don't make love to guys, Steve... And I'm not meant to like it!"
As he said that, before I could respond, Jeff ran off at a very fast pace, and all I could do was run after him.
As we sat over breakfast and Jeff only toyed with his food instead of wolfing it down as he usually did (we worked hard, as I've told you, and really burned up the calories and the boss tended to keep us a little underfed so we were always hungry and ready to eat), the boss looked at him. "Are you OK, Jeff? Not sickening for something, are you?"
Jeff's head was right down, staring at his plate, and not the boss. "No, I'm fine."
The boss looked at me. "What's the matter with Jeff?"
"Nothing I know of, boss. He was fine on the run.... Usual pace...."
The boss sat there for a moment then said sternly "Look at me, both of you! You're supposed to be grown men, mature, sensible.... I thought I could trust you with sex. And now here you are, the first morning after, and you've had a lovers' tiff!"
I saw Jeff almost wince at the word "lover". "No, boss", I protested. "Nothing like that...."
The boss stared at me. "I'm not certain you're being truthful, Steve. But I'll let it go for now. But you two need to sort this out - I won't have my slaves being sullen: it's bad for business."
As the boss paid the bill Jeff and I walked out to the SUV together. "Jeff, it's OK...."
"No it's not, Steve! I can't 'make love' to another guy...."
"I'm not 'another guy'. I'm your best buddy, remember?"
"I can't, Steve... It's not right...."
"Jeff, the last time we talked about this it was about how good a dick feels in an asshole, and how something that caused so much enjoyment couldn't be bad, right?"
"Yes..."
"Well this is just the same. How can something that makes you feel so good at the time be wrong, Jeff? Come on, Jeff - it's OK! You're not going to have to keep telling me you love me, not going to have to buy me flowers and stuff, or take me to dinner, or any of that crap.... We're best buddies - and now we're absolutely the closest, the best, there's ever been. You can just love me, Jeff, without doing all the stupid stuff that tells everyone else about it - it's good enough that I know it."
Jeff looked at me, uncertainly. I struck home. "Jeff, you really are thick sometimes: don't you know that I've felt the same way about you for ages? But I never needed to say, did I? Never needed to blurt it out, or worry about it? It's just perfectly natural - two guys like us.... Well, of course we love each other. And that's all there is to it."
Jeff's mood seemed to lighten. "But the sex...."
"Jeff, listen to me: of course we have sex, as we're the boss's slaves, and if he books a studding, or a 'demonstration', then we're going to have to perform. But when we're together.... Just you and me.... Well, now we know how we feel, we can work something out, can't we?"
"But I don't want you to fuck me, Steve...."
"Jeff, you didn't think you'd enjoy fucking me gently, until you tried it. So let's not be judgmental - give me a chance to show you what I can do."
We might have gone on talking about this but the boss came up and ordered us into the SUV.
The boss had got a studding arranged for that afternoon, though, and, as usual, they wanted Jeff to do it. Frankly I was getting a bit pissed off by never seeming to get a bitch to fuck these days, but the boss had explained that with the current lack of opportunities owners were "playing safe" and a very fair stud like Jeff was considered a better bet than one who was darker, like me. There was one good thing about this, though: the thought of it got Jeff back into his normal happy mood, and later that day, after what looked like an epic session, he was very pleased indeed.
As we drove away from that studding, though, little did we know what trouble lay ahead! We checked into a motel much as usual, and even had an early dinner. But the boss said we were to really clean ourselves - by which he meant use the enema kit - as we had a late night engagement. Jeff and I were both surprised as usually the rich folk didn't want to see us at work late in the evening, but as we drove downtown, and then into the "red light" area, I began to get my suspicions.
The boss parked in a rear alley and took us in through the back door of somewhere - somewhere we soon realised was one of those places that calls itself a bar but which is really a quasi-club: lots of room to drink, but a small stage at one end, and a dance floor in the middle. As we made our way across the place - which was quite full - it became absolutely apparent that this was a gay bar, as all the customers were guys. It seemed to cater for mostly a younger crowd, and I reckon most of them were under thirty, and although there were a lot standing around drinking and chatting, the dance floor was quite full as the fit-looking guys worked off their steam to heavy rock music.
The boss led us up a small stairway at the side, and we went into the office of the bar's owner (or manager?). He and the boss had obviously met before, as after the usual introductory chit-chat, the boss got straight down to business. "So these are the two slaves who you've hired for tonight's little 'demonstration' - do you want to inspect them?"
The owner nodded, and the boss turned to us and told us to get naked. I didn't think there was a problem, as, after all, the boss had seen us naked hundreds and hundreds of times, and there was only this one other guy there, but I could see Jeff looking distinctly uneasy as he peeled off his T, and he almost hesitated before letting his shorts drop to the floor.
The boss told us to turn around so that the owner could look at our rears, and we heard th owner say "Nice, very nice indeed", to the boss, adding "You must have them exercise a lot to have muscular butts like that."
"Oh yes, I get them to run, and work out.... But now you've seen them, which....."
"Let me take a closer look", the owner replied, and a few seconds later I felt his hands running over my body from the shoulders, down my spine, to grasp and test the musculature of my butt - his fingers probed in my deep muscle, as he tried to take a handful of it. I hate this stuff, actually: it's one thing to have a guy like Jeff feel your body when you're in bed together, but being "inspected" like this makes me feel as if I'm some sort of prize animal. And I knew Jeff hates it, too, and, indeed, when the club owner moved on to feel Jeff, he had to say "Easy, boy! Stand still!", and I could imagine that Jeff had been moving in some way. The owner then had us turn around, and once again his hands were all over me - he had one of those big ornate class rings on his hand, I remember, and I had to stand there as he pinched my nip (yes, I squirmed, which made him smile), then run his hand over my belly, and finally grip my dick, and do that kind of "weighting" thing that guys do to your balls when they want to test how full they are. He did the same thing to Jeff then, and although I knew I had to stand still and keep facing forwards as the boss liked us to be immobile when we were being inspected, I couldn't help glancing sideways at Jeff - he seemed to be seething with inner anger as the owner toyed with his balls, and, honestly, I couldn't imagine why: after all, those who employed us to stud often did this, and most times afterwards Jeff would brag to me about how he reckoned the client had been envious of Jeff's endowment.
Finally it was over though, and the owner turned to the boss. "When we talked I was in agreement with you about how exciting it would be for most of the guys out there to see a younger guy fuck a bigger, heavier, older hunk. But when I saw them both stripped I began to have my doubts, as your older one is so spectacular that I think everyone would want to see him fuck. So I was going to tell you that I wanted him to fuck the younger guy, and fuck him hard.... Until I felt his balls. It seems to me that although his eggs are a good size and hang nice and low, there's not a whole lot of fluid in there...."
"Probably not", the boss cut in. "On the way here he studded some bitch for another client, and he's probably still recovering. But that won't stop Jeff here - he always manages to climax...."
"Well I'm thinking more about my customers - they like to see a good lot of cum, not some miserable drizzle..... The younger one's balls feel as if they're about to burst, and as I handled his dick there was, I thought, a drop of pre-cum starting to ooze out.... Look, now....."
Both men turned their eyes to me, and I just knew there'd be one of those small droplets of pre-cum hanging out of my piss slit: I can't help it - it happens whenever someone strokes my dick.
"So I reckon...", the owner continued, "..that we'll stick to the original plan, and have the young one fuck the old one." He looked at the boss and asked "May I....?", and on getting a nod from the boss turned to me and went on "So, boy, this is what I want: a good hard fuck of your buddy there - and I mean hard: my customers here want to see men really giving and taking it. It's not to be a 'quickie', either: they want to see lots of positions.... Doggy, on the side, missionary.... And when you do begin to cum, you pull out and squirt it all over your buddy - preferably on his belly, or back, or even all over his face. But once you've done that, before your dick shrivels back to normal, and whilst the after shocks are still trickling out, you go back up his ass as the customers like to know it's a real bareback fuck and your semen is right inside him. OK?"
"Yes, sir.", I muttered, even though I hated being given instructions like this. I mean, it's not right, is it, having third guy telling you how to fuck? That ought to be something between the two of you involved. Still, that's what life is like as a slave, I suppose.
"And you....", the owner went on, looking at Jeff now.
"Lots of moaning, lots of shouting... The customers want to know you are hurting, just a bit."
Jeff just stood there, saying nothing, and I could see the boss starting to glare at him.
"...And both of you", the owner finished, "...at the end.... The younger one stands up and acknowledges the applause, and the older one kneels at his side, so as not to obscure the view, and cleans his cock up. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir", I muttered again, and still Jeff did not say anything.
The boss and the owner then started talking about money and payment and so on, and Jeff and I were told to get dressed - not that that's a long job when you're only in slave shorts and a T to begin with. I looked at Jeff and whispered "It will be all right.... Look, I hoped I'd get to fuck you gently, in private.... But we've got to do this.... Hang in there, buddy."
"Steve, I can't... Not in front of all those guys...."
"Jeff, we've been through all this! You know we have to! Don't you remember what we talked about? There's nothing to be afraid of.... And it won't hurt, or, if it does, it's that special kind of pain that actually makes you feel good.... And, before you say it, no one will think you're a fag - or, of they do, what does it matter? Haven't you studded a bitch this afternoon, which is more than most of them out there have ever done? So let's be sensible, Jeff... We can get through this, together...."
The owner had us wait in his office for quite a time, and I was really worried as Jeff just sat there with his head in his hands, and refused to speak to me. Then when the boss came in and told us it was "fifteen minutes to show time" and handed us a tube of lube as he said that Jeff had better keep his cum "just in case" there was an opportunity to use it, and that I should lube and stretch Jeff, Jeff burst out "No, please, boss...."
The boss, instead of being angry, put his arm around Jeff's shoulders and said quietly to him "Jeff, you and I, and Steve, have all talked about this. It's no big deal.... And there's no choice: if I want to keep you, you've got to earn, and currently there's just not enough money in studding so these little demonstrations are really important. I don't want to have to sell you, Jeff, and I'm sure you don't want to go down the mines, or something.... So this is it from now on."
Jeff just stood there, saying nothing, and the boss added "But in any case we're contracted to do this. So do it you will, Jeff. Now, I want no more nonsense."
Well Jeff kind of co-operated as I lubed him - he took his shorts off and lay on the desk as I began to work on his ass, but he looked the very picture of misery as he sprawled there, minimally helpful, with one arm thrown across his eyes as if he was in despair. We did get on to the tiny stage, though - to tell you the truth I was quite looking forward to it, as I wanted to fuck Jeff, even though these were not ideal conditions. But Jeff was hanging back, and his very body language shrieked reluctance, fear, and shame.
I reckon it was what the audience wanted to see - they really tuned in to Jeff's discomfort as we stood there and the owner announced us. And when I stripped quickly and easily, and walked around the front of the stage stroking my dick to an enormous erection, they saw that Jeff was still standing there, clothed, his head bowed as if in submission. I walked over to him, my dick bobbing and waving, eliciting some cheers from the audience, and when he made no response to my hissed "Get your T off....", I stood there and pulled it up and over his head myself. The audience seemed to like this a lot, so to try to make Jeff fell a bit more comfortable I let one hand stray over his pecs, and even massaged his nips again, whilst with the other I toyed with my dick.
The watching guys really liked this, but as it was clear that there was not going to be any assistance from Jeff, I knelt on one knee in front of him and pulled his shorts down, then gently tapped at his knees in turn to get him to lift his feet so that I could pull them out and toss them to one side. When I saw him standing there somehow pathetic in his nakedness, I wanted him more than ever. Added to my desire to fuck him, I now wanted to help him, to make it easy for him, to "take care" of him as the boss had so often told me I needed to. I knew he was struggling to control himself, and, being Jeff, couldn't see that this was the right thing for us to be doing.... So he needed me to show him the way.
My dick was actually painful now, it was so hard. And I knew I was leaking pre-cum as when I reached across Jeff's body to caress his other pec, my dick slid across his thigh and I could see a faint slime of it left where my dick head had touched him, as it glistened under the stage lights.
There was a strange mood in the audience, which was communicating itself to us. Some of them, those at the back, were raucous, calling out "Get fucking on with it!" And stuff like that, whereas those at the front were strangely silent, and yet were craning forward as if they were becoming totally involved in whatever was going to happen between the two big men standing there in front of them.
Turning my head so that the crowd couldn't see, and starting to stroke Jeff's dick so that he was erect and ready, I whispered "Come on, Jeff, buddy.... You know we've got to do this...."
As if he was in a trance, Jeff seemed to become curiously detached from what was going on. I "controlled" his body over the fucking horse that had been standing at the rear of the small stage, having first dragged it to the front. Then, remembering the power of even a single hand to exert "control" over another man, even though the physical effect was negligible, I put one hand on his neck to hold him down as the other spread his lovely firm muscular buttocks apart.
Look, I'd like to tell you that this was a calm, controlled, slow, loving encounter. But the fact is that however good my intentions, there's something in a man that means that when he knows a lot of other guys are watching and evaluating his performance, he just has to perform "strongly". Perhaps that's why Jeff had been so tough on me in front of those bitches - who knows? Anyway, even though I forced my way into him as gently as I could, once I saw all his muscles knotting as I tried to get further in, and noticing how his fingers were alternatively clenched, and scrabbling futilely around on the legs of the horse, I just couldn't stop myself. Within a few seconds I was fucking him hard, really hard - pulling out almost to the maximum, and then slamming back so that my thighs "slapped" against his butt. I was aware of Jeff's struggles, of his cries of distress, but I didn't care: it was something going on in the background, whereas I was totally obsessed with the incredible sensations in my dick and balls as I slammed in and out of his body.
The audience was almost totally silent as they saw this happening, and when I pulled out and roughly forced Jeff onto his hands and knees on the floor, there was a faint cheering. Jeff was shouting and complaining as I fucked him on his side, but it was as if he'd given up struggling physically and was somehow resigned to his fate. When I finally flipped him onto his back and leaned my full weight onto his legs which I had pushed up towards his head so that I could get into him as deep as possible, there was a palpable feeling of desire coming from the guys watching.
I could have fucked him for ever, I think. But it wasn't up to "me", as my body took over - all too soon I felt that inevitable feeling of being about to shoot, and I remembered what the boss had said and pulled out, grabbed my dick, and directed the eruption of cum all along Jeff's body.
I knelt there for a few moments, almost acknowledging the cheers of the crowd. But then I saw that Jeff was lying still and silent now, and, purely on impulse, I leaned forward, heedless of the fact that my cum was being smeared all over me from his body, and kissed him. I felt my heart was going to break as I saw that there were tears streaming down Jeff's cheeks, and instinctively I knew that this would be more shaming to him than the thought of having been fucked in front of an audience. So, shielding him with my body, I gently lapped at them, tasting their wonderful saltiness, as I whispered "It's OK, Jeff, it's over now.... Come on, buddy... Show these voyeurs that you're a tough guy and can take it, and it's them who are weak as they have to watch it, rather than doing it....."
I got to my feet then, and went to help Jeff to his. But then I remembered what the boss had said, and as Jeff struggled to stand, I put a hand on his shoulder and almost forced him to his knees in front of me. I put my hand around his head, and began to guide it towards my cock, glistening there in the lights with my cum and Jeff's sweat. "You know what the boss ordered, Jeff", I said in a low voice, urgently. "Clean me up...."
As Jeff pressed his face into my crotch and began to suck my dick, a huge wave of spontaneous cheering and applause rolled over us from the watching men. I stood there, and felt the power flowing through me as this strong, virile man knelt in front of me and submissively carried out the last part of my rape of him.
End Of Part Nine