THE ARKANSAS PROGRAMME - Part 7		





By Pete Brown   (petebrownuk@yahoo.com)

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ON THE FENCE







As we drove ut of the site towards the Auction House, I was very
worried - I'd actually enjoyed my time on Jeff's site, and had
had a lot of fun with the other guys swimming after work.  And I
had begun to look forward eagerly with my weekends with Seb - I
loved to feel his tongue in my mouth and his cock up my ass, and
the scratching of my smooth skin by his wiry hair as we thrashed
around in passion.  But I'd heard all these stories of the sex
parlours and pain palaces, and even mild Seb had been to them to
try them out and had told me something about them - could I bear
a great succession of fat, middle-aged and old men fucking me? 
Could I bring myself to suck a cock that was hidden underneath a
beer belly, I wondered - after all, it was only likely to be the
old and ugly that would need to go to a sex parlour as every
other guy could simply get what he wanted in a gay bar in the
city about 20 miles away.  But I think it was the concept of a
"pain palace" that worried me most - Seb wouldn't even hint
about what he had done there, other than to say that he had got
a sexual charge from "lightly" whipping the man he had bought
for the night before fucking him, as that was the mildest of the
tortures that was on offer.  If whipping was "mild", what could
the rest be?   I knew there was nothing I could do about it,
though, so I just sat in Jeff's pickup, in misery and with quite
a lot of unpleasant anticipation. 



On the other hand, I think Seb was actually glad that our
relationship was ending. We'd both known it couldn't last, and I
think Seb was actually relieved I was going in some way - the
other guys on the site had started to notice "something" in his
behavior towards me during the week, and he was constantly
worried about being "found out" - in that town, he knew, he'd
never get another job as the other guys wouldn't consider
working with a gay faggot.



The enormous mansions set in their park around the ornamental
lake where I had spent so many evenings swimming with the other
guys were now almost all complete, and it was only the finishing
touches to the landscaping and so on that needed doing.  As we
drove off, Jeff saw the subcontractor who was erecting the
fences around the back yards, and halted the pickup to have a
word with him.  He wound down his window, and shouted out "Hey,
Carl, come over here a minute, will you?"



The figure who had been putting a large fence post into the
ground stopped work, and started to jog towards us.  "Carl is a
great guy", said Jeff.  "He's one of the only ones around here
who really does a full day's work.  He's putting his son through
a fancy school, and has great plans for him at one of those big
Eastern colleges, and it's all from working at his one-man
fencing business."



Carl was just over fix foot, like me, and was wearing only work
boots and a brief pair of cutoffs.  I guessed he was about 35,
and he had those very stringy, hard muscles that guys only get
from a long time spent in hard work - not at all like the ones
from just working out at a gym.  There wasn't an ounce of fat to
be seen from him, and his belly was flat and taught as he came
towards us - that gets to be quite hard to achieve as you get
older, as the human body naturally starts to thicken up around
the waist however careful you are with eating, and with exercise.



Jeff started to give Carl instructions about the fences on the
last property, and I could see Carl looking in thought the
window at my naked body.



"That's a good looking boy you have there", Carl said to Jeff. 
"I hear he's one of those prison slaves on the new Government
Programme."



"Yes", Jeff replied.  "I'll be sad to lose him as he really is a
great worker, not like most of them around here.  I got him at a
good price in the auction, as I knew most of the guys bidding
for him from the sex parlours and pain palaces, and they dropped
out as a favour to me.  He won't be so lucky later this week,
though, as I think they'll all be competing for him and he'll go
for a high price.  Then they'll have to really work him hard, to
get back their investments - I don't suppose his ass will ever
cool down!  If my other site was opening up sooner, I would have
kept him on, but it will be about three months before I need
hard muscle there - it's not that his monthly rent is much, but
I'm worried that if I just kept him chained up, idle, he'd go
soft and then would be no use to anyone."



All this time I just sat there with my head slightly bowed.  To
hear the to men discussing me just as if I was a piece of
property reminded me again of my true position in life now.  I
had begun to think of myself as a man again because that's how
the guys on the site had been treating me, but here I was being
talked about just like a piece of machinery you would hire.



"Tell you what, Jeff - why don't I take him on for a few months?
 It's my busy season, and I sure could do with another pair of
hands as there's so much work with all the new building and
remodeling.   I don't have time to go to the auction on Friday,
and anyway I couldn't afford the fancy prices - I'm sure you're
right about him going for a lot of money, looking at what I can
see of his body - so why don't you carry on paying the monthly
hire fee and simply re-lease him to me, as a favour?"



"Sure, Carl.  Always happy to oblige.  And I'll throw in the
work boots he's wearing as a free gift for you!", replied Jeff,
then, turning to me "OK, out you get, Steve.  You're slaving for
Carl now.  You'd better to continue to behave, because he's a
big tough guy and will beat the shit out of you if you give him
any trouble."



And that was that.  No "thank you", no "good-bye", nothing -
just "out you get", and I had been transferred to the control of
another man, just like that.  No one had asked me if I wanted
it, and none cared - my opinions simply didn't matter, as I was
a slave.  You don't, after all, ask a puppy dog if he wants  new
master if you've taken him to a kennels to be sold. 



________________________





Carl was a man of few words, and we worked together all
afternoon without him saying much other than to grunt
work-related instructions at me.  It wasn't particularly hard
work, but it did exercise me completely - there was a special
narrow spade for digging post holes and this could be tough
going in the hard earth;  the posts were heavy to carry from the
back of his pickup, and the effort needed to hammer in the nails
holding up all the individual pales of the fence actually made
your arms and shoulders ache.  But Carl did all this, and he
never made me do anything he didn't do himself - I wasn't left
with all the hardest or toughest jobs - it was a real sharing of
effort.



About 5 p.m. We packed up the tools and went back towards the
pickup. Carl then said "We've got a little 'fix it' job on the
way home, and I'll need you to help.  But you can't go in naked
like that, as they'll freak out.  And they're a bit particular,
and won't like to see me in these dirt and sweat-stained
shorts."   



He rummaged around in the back of the cab, and came out holding
a fresh pair of cutoffs.  He then unbuttoned the ones he was
wearing, and simply stepped out of them.  He didn't wear any
undershorts, so were both standing there naked.  He didn't seem
a bit concerned to be nude in the middle of the housing
development, although in truth he was mostly hidden by the
pickup body and the open door.  He grinned at me and said "Any
folks coming along now would wonder who was the master and who
was the slave - we're really quite alike to look at - except for
those tattoos, of course - they give the game away a bit!".



He bent down, pulled on the clean cutoffs, then handed me the
dirty, sweaty ones he had just taken off, and said "Put these
on."



I started to tell him that I was not allowed clothes, and he got
angry and snapped at me "Don't get uppity with me, boy.  We've
worked together all afternoon, but that doesn't give you any
rights.  You do exactly as I tell you, immediately I tell you! 
I know the rules about naked guys on your Programme, but I can't
risk my business with the rich folks who are my private clients
- they're mostly from the East Coast or West Coast, recently
moved here, and they don't understand our Arkansas ways.  And
most of the women would faint at the sight of a dick like
yours!."



So I bent down and pulled on his cutoffs, still warm of course
from his body and damp, especially around the waist band, and
along the ass seam where it had been pressed into his sweating
ass as he worked. I'd long ago lost my previous fastidiousness
about things like that - another guy's sweat or piss couldn't
hurt you, after all.



We drove for five or six miles, and pulled into the drive of one
of the new neocolonial mansions that seemed to be springing up
everywhere.   We started to add a couple of new panels to a
fence he had obviously erected a few months before as it was
slightly weathered, when the lady of the house came out to see
us.  She sat there at a pool-side table with a long cool drink
in her thin hands with bright scarlet nails, watching us both
work.  We had finished the work when she went away, and came
back with a drink for Carl, and I saw her hands linger on his as
she handed it to him.



Carl was smiling at her, and said "I think my buddy would like
something, too".  



"Why, Carl!", the lady told him, "Even I can tell he's one of
those slaves from the Programme.  I don't want him drinking from
my glasses.  There's a tap around the corner of the pool house,
and he can drink from that.  And why isn't he naked, as I've
heard they have to be?  I know you've got nothing to be ashamed
of 'down there' so it can't be that you're worried about me
comparing him unfavourably with you!"



Carl grinned, and turning to me, said "The lady wants a good
look at you - get out of those shorts.  I needn't have bothered
to allow you to dress after all."



I was completely embarrassed - being naked on the site when
you're surrounded by guys is one thing.  Having to strip off in
front of a good looking lady, and being commanded to do so,
rather than doing so willingly because you're about to fuck, is
another.  I turned away from them, and dropped the cutoffs.  The
lady shouted out "Turn around", so I did, but I sort of held my
hands in front of my cock and balls as I didn't want her looking
at them.



"Hands in the air, Steve", Carl said to me, laughing now because
he could see the problem I was having,  What could I do?  I had
no choice, so I slowly raised my hands until they were level
with my shoulders.  But as Steve and the woman stood there
looking at me, my cock rose, too, and I had a massive hard-on.



The woman turned to Carl and, moistening her lips with the tip
of her tongue,  said "Carl, honey, I need that special service
again you gave me last time.  Come indoors and discuss it, and
let that poor boy go for a swim to cool off!" 



They turned and went into the house, and I jumped into the pool
- that's a big mistake, when you have an erection, as the water
slammed very hard against the underside of my cock!



Carl came out about an hour later, and he was doing up the fly
of his cutoffs as he came through the door. 



___________________



As we drove away Carl was flexing his shoulders against the back
of the seat, and when he turned around a bit to reverse the
pickup, I could see long nail marks stretching down his broad
back.  Seeing me looking at them, Carl said "She sure is a good
lay.  A lot of these fancy women around here just can't wait to
get a local stud in their beds.  They're usually disappointed,
as the boys have no technique and it's just a 'fuck and go', but
I'm different as I have learned a lot in my life, and I can even
talk a bit, afterwards."



" I've got no end of work around here because the women all
recommend me to their friends, and you'd be amazed how many
unnecessary fences have been erected in this area!  The husbands
don't mind, I think, as they're too busy in the office.  They
think their wives are busy landscaping their mini-estates, and,
indeed that does happen - but it's 'the other' the bitches want
us workers in for, really."



"I suppose I could let you dip your wick occasionally, but I
don't fancy a threesome and I wouldn't want to be standing
around waiting for you to finish fucking some bitch.  So don't
get any false hopes just because you see our clients eyeing you
up - it ain't going to happen."



We drove on, and swapped stories about various women we had had.
 I decided not to tell him about being fucked by Seb, though.



________________________



"Home" was a big log cabin off a long dirt trail high in the
hills.  When we drove up, I could see for miles through the
surrounding hills and valleys, and there wasn't another human
habitation in sight.  It was so remote and so isolated that Carl
didn't even bother to lock the door - we went in, and I saw a
huge square room with a big fireplace, a sofa and a couple of
easy chairs, and a big square scrubbed pine table with six
chairs around it.  There was a sink and a gas stove behind a
half-height counter in one corner.



At the other end of the room was a big double bed, with white
sheets and a coloured blanked strewn on it - it hadn't been made
that morning.  Next to it were a couple of pine wardrobes, and
these formed a sort of screen to a tiled area in the corner
where I could see a bit of shower curtain hanging down - there
was no door on this area, the only slight privacy being provided
by wardrobes.  Anyone sitting in the living area could not
actually see into this tiled area, but it would be plainly
visible to anyone in the bed.



"Welcome to your new home", Carl said. "I sleep in that bed. 
You can curl up in a blanket anywhere on the floor.  I don't
allow slaves on the furniture, so don't let me catch you
sprawling on that couch.  Behind the wardrobes is the shower and
the shitter - you keep that whole area immaculately clean;  if I
find it isn't, you'll be giving it a special cleaning, with your
tongue!"



He then went over to the stove, and started to cook dinner.  The
smell was delicious, as some sort of rich stew bubbled.  Carl
had got the sack of slave mush from Jeff before we left, and
when his meal was ready he put out a big plate of the fragrant
stew on the table for himself, and a bowl of the mush for me. 
He devoured his stew ravenously - all that hard work does give
you a real appetite - whilst I munched away at the slave mush. 
But after a couple of minutes, he'd had his fill and pushed is
half-eaten food towards me.  



"You've passed the first test", he said. "I've tried that slave
mush and I know it's dire.  You can feed with me as it's no more
problem to cook for two than it is for one, but I wanted to make
sure you didn't ask for it, or presume it would be given to you.
 Having proper food is a privilege for a slave, not a right, and
you properly waited for your master to offer it to you."



In my former life I'd have been squeamish about eating food from
a plate already used by someone else, and using the fork that
had already been in their mouth.  But I had long lost any such
silly inhibitions, and gratefully took the plate from Carl and
forked the delicious stew into my mouth.



After dinner I was told to clean up the place a bit, whilst Carl
sat on the sofa and read.  There was a radio in the cabin, but
no TV, but Carl didn't turn it on - he sat reading a book from
one of the well-stocked bookshelves that lined the walls.  When
I had finished my chores, I stood there in front of Carl and he
indicated that I could sit on the floor.



"Good again", he said "I like to see a slave boy wait to be
allowed to sit in his master's presence.  I think you and I are
going to get on.  Oh, and whilst I think about it, don't ever
let me see you reading any of these books - it's not right for a
slave to have any enjoyment like that."



So I just sat on the bare wood floor for about an hour, my back
pressed against the arm of the couch, whilst Carl continued to
read.  Finally he snapped his book shut, and said "Time for bed".



He got up, wandered to the other end of the room ,dropped his
cutoffs and went naked into the shower area.  I heard a heavy
torrent of piss hitting the water in the lavatory, then the
sound of a toothbrush, and he came out, lay on the bed, and
pulled the sheet and blankets over him.



"Get in there and piss and crap now", he said, "As I don't like
to be disturbed during the night.  There's also a new toothbrush
- use that, as you're now eating proper food again, rather than
the slave mush, you'll start to get dental problems again
otherwise."  



So I did as I was told, and I could see him watching me perform
all these intimate acts through the opening.  I'd gotten used to
peeing and crapping in front of my fellow slaves on the road
gang, but somehow this was different - it was "one on one".  And
I don't think I'd ever cleaned my teeth, naked, in front of
another guy before.  I was acutely conscious of the way that my
cock swung from side to side as it mimicked the motion of my arm.



I went back into the bedroom, and Carl told me to take one of
the blankets off the bed as my covering.  I rolled myself in it,
and lay down on the wood floor, parallel to the bed.



Carl turned out the light, and I thought we would be going to
sleep.  By the moonlight that came in through the window,
however (there were no curtains anywhere in the cabin, as we
were so remote from anywhere else), I saw Carl reach out from
the bed and take a bit of cloth out of the drawer of the bedside
cabinet.  A moment later there were the unmistakable sounds of
someone jacking off - that faint "slapping" of the hand against
the cock, the heavy breathing, followed soon by the little groan
of pleasure as Carl obviously shot his load.  He'd clearly had
sex with the woman that afternoon, and I was a bit surprised
that he needed to jack off so soon afterwards.      



He simply dropped his cum-rag on the floor when he'd finished
and had cleaned his cock, and I could see (and smell) it about a
metre from my head.



I'd got a raging hard on, but I didn't know what to do - he'd
said "don't disturb my sleep", so I could hardly get up and go
and get some toilet tissue.  I knew he wouldn't want me to get
cum on his blanket, and I didn't think I could actually catch
all my cum in my hand this time as I knew I had an enormous load
waiting to fly.  So I just lay there and prayed I wouldn't have
a "wet dream" that night.   But the day's work, the good food,
and the sheer relief at being saved again from the sex parlours
and pain palaces, soon put me to sleep.



_________________



I woke as the dawn rose, but Carl was already awake - he had
reached out, picked up his cum-rag, and was evidently just
finished jerking himself off again.  He finished, put the
cum-rag back intake bedside cabinet, then lightly left out of
bed, his cock already softened.  I wasn't like that, because he
reached down and stripped the blanket off me revealing my huge
erection.



"Boy, you need to do something about that!", he said.  "I need
you in good condition to work hard, and a slave that's
constantly thinking about his cock isn't focussed on his work."



He went into the bathroom area and came out with a few squares
of toilet tissue.  Then he told me to crouch down so I was
hunkered with my thighs straight and my toes bent underneath me,
and spread my legs.  "Right - now I've got a good view, jerk
off", he commanded.



Masturbation was always something I had done in secret in my
former life - I hadn't wanted my mom or dad to know I was doing
it, like most young guys (although they would have known - all
boys do it as they're growing up, after all).  And once I was
married I only ever jerked off when my wife was denying me sex
for some reason or another - and then I went into the bathroom
and locked the door before starting (again think all married men
are like this). Up until now as a slave I'd had to jerk off in
"public, but it was always as private as we could make it - in
the bunks at night, for example, never in the middle of the bunk
room.



But here Carl was watching me closely.  If I hadn't been so
desperate for relief, and if my balls had not been aching, I
think my erection would have vanished under his gaze.  But as it
was, only four or five strokes caused six great spurts of cum to
leap out.  I managed to catch the first two in the toilet
tissue, but the other four spurted across the wooden floor.  



Carl laughed at this, and said I sure had a lot of power there. 
He commanded me to jerk off every morning and every night in
future - oh, and as "punishment", to get down on my hands and
knees and lick the floor clean of my cum.  I knew the taste of
my own cum of course, but lapping it up from the palm of your
hand is one thing, and being forced to crawl across the floor
licking it up, is another.  I was deeply humiliated as I crawled
away from Carl, especially as I knew that on my knees, with my
head pressed to the floor so I could lick, he could see my ass
and anus completely exposed.  Would he be able to tell that Seb
had been using it regularly, I wondered?  I got that horrible
feeling as a deep flush spreads all over your body - there's
nothing you can do about it, and no way of stopping it.



___________________



Our life settled into a routine - every morning I jerked off,
watched by Carl, then we worked all day on one of his projects. 
We split the work equally, and other than the fact that I was
totally naked when working on a proper site (although in cutoffs
when at a private house), most people probably couldn't tell the
difference between us.  Every evening he fed me well, and I got
to like just sitting there doing nothing, whilst he read away
the evenings.



Carl never attempted to use me sexually - with his own jerking
off twice a day, and the endless succession of women clients he
bedded, he seemed completely satisfied.  And I couldn't even
imagine that he was even the slightest bit gay.



We usually worked all day Saturday, but Sunday was definitely a
day of rest - Carl didn't go to church, so most Sundays we did
chores around the cabin, or went to one of the many nearby lakes
for a swim.



Actually, it was a good life.



________________________



After I had been there for about six weeks, one day after work
we did not head for home but drove instead into the centre of
the town.  We parked outside the bus station, and sat there,
waiting. 



"Billy's bus gets in at six thirty", Carl said, "so there's no
point in driving out to the cabin."



"Billy?"



"He's my son.  A fine lad.  He's fifteen now, and coming home
from school for the holidays.  It's his sixteenth birthday next
week, and we'll fix a special celebration for him."



"I didn't know you had a son!"



"Yup.  His mom wanted to take him from me when we split up, but
a son needs a father, and the wimp she went off with would not
have brought him up properly.  I've had sole charge of him since
he was six, and he's been away at school now for four years -
there's no good schools around here, and he needs the best
education I can get for him if he's going to do well in the
world we're creating.  That's why I work so hard - the fees at
those fancy schools are huge.  It's all right if you're a
corporate lawyer, or even a dentist, but a poor country boy like
me had to work his nuts off just to keep up."  



I thought he was being slightly ironic in this, but didn't have
time to ask about it as a bus drew in.



Telling me to stay where I was, Carl leapt out of the driving
seat and went into the Bus Station. I was snaked, of course, but
the passers by couldn't tell as the pickup was a real "country"
one , high off the ground on special tyres, and my body was
mostly above hteir sight line.



Carl came out a few minutes later with his arm around a tall,
well-build, blond fifteen year old.  It's amazing how kids come
on these days - this one looked much older than fifteen and I
guessed he was already poking his girl friends, and had been for
some time.  He had a couple of big canvas holdalls, and both
Carl and he were carrying one.  He was just in jeans and a white
T-shirt (that emphasised his blond hair and lightly tanned
skin), and wore no socks in his trainers.  He carried a jeans
jacket casually slung over his shoulder.



They slung the bags in the back of the pickup, then Carl opened
the driver's door and Billy got in and slid across the bench
seat towards me.  Carl got in, and said "Billy - this is the
slave I've told you about, Steve.  He's a good worker, and I try
to treat him right.  But he is a slave, and I don't want you
forgetting it.  He does things for you, and you do not do things
for him!  He's not a guest, he's not a servant, he's a slave,
and you need to remember that."



"Hi", said Billy, looking at me.



"Hi", I replied.



"Jesus, dad, it's hot in this cab.  I know you're always going
on about money, but couldn't you at least run to air!  It's OK
for you just in those shorts, and the slave here is comfortable
totally naked, but I'm burning up in these jeans and T-shirt!"



"Well, son, you know what to do!  If your clothes are too hot
for you, take them off!"



Billy grinned, and reached down and pulled his T-shirt over his
head.  I saw he had neat tufts of dark blond hair in his pits as
he did this, and there was that sweetish smell of almost-stale
boy sweat as his pits were turned towards me.  He then kicked of
his trainers, opened the belt of his jeans, and wriggled them
down over his slim hips and down his legs.



He had a bit of thin hair on his chest, but just below his
well-developed pecs a line of darker blond, almost brown, hair
started that led around his navel (Set in the middle of a hard,
firm belly), to disappear beneath the waist band of his pale
blue boxer shorts that were now revealed.



He reached into the open fly of his boxers and "settled" his
cock and balls into a more comfortable position.  



"Gee, that's better, dad", he said. "It's great to be home!" 



Carl put the pickup into gear, and we sped back up into the
hills towards the cabin.



_______________________



Back at the cabin, Billy ran around eagerly in his thin boxers,
examining everything.  Then, whilst Carl cooked dinner, he
unpacked his holdalls into the wardrobes - he seemed to share
the space equally with Carl, and their stuff was all mixed up
together, with his shirts mixed in with Carl's, and so on.



We ate dinner together, and Billy chattered on incessantly about
school, the professors, his friends there, and the work he was 
doing.  Carl was obviously delighted.  Billy almost totally
ignored me, and Carl paid me no attention that night, either -
each was so interested in hearing about the other's life during
the previous months.



I was wondering where Billy's bed was, but after dinner when
Carl had got into the bed as usual, I found out:  Billy came out
of the shower area, totally naked, and climbed into the double
bed beside Carl.  I though Carl would move over so that they
each had one half of the bed, but instead, he sort of opened his
arms so that Billy could lie right up against him.  He wrapped
his arms around Billy, and I could see their bodies moving under
the sheet and their legs intertwine as they shuffled around to
get a mutually convenient position.



As I came out of the shower area myself, I saw they were kissing
each other, deeply and passionately.  I wondered how Carl was
going to cope without his nightly jerk-off and use of his
cum-rag - but it was obvious, really - after a few more minutes
of writhing around together, I heard the unmistakable sounds of
jerking-off.  Carl jerked off Billy, then Billy jerked off Carl.
 They didn't bother with the cum-rag, and the thin sheet above
them had unmistakable wet streaks of cum showing through it.



"Thanks, dad", I heard Billy whisper a few moments later. "I
haven't had it like that since the last time here.  The other
guys at school just don't know how to really get me to the point
of cumming and hold me there for a couple of minutes, like you
do.  It's just a straight 'rub, rub, rub...' until you cum, and
it's not nearly so exciting."



"Well they haven't had the experience of you that I have.  
After all, if I haven't got it right now after four years, I
never will.  And I have trained you since that first time you
had a wet dream, so we both know what we're doing!  But I'm glad
you're back, son.  Fucking the old five-fingered widow every
night isn't as good as having you do it for me - although I've
had  lot of women lately, too.  Now let's get some sleep - I've
got a long day tomorrow.  One thing, though - get yourself some
pumice stone and rub your hand tomorrow - I think you've been
playing too much tennis because you've got a ridge of hard skin
across it, and it catches on my cock head.  It's not exactly
unpleasant, but it's not the Billy I'm used to."



The following morning when they woke, Carl and Billy had another
session of mutual jerking off and kissing, then father and son
showered together and put on almost identical cutoffs.  I'd
gotten used to having Carl watch me in the morning, especially
when I had to jerk myself off, but Billy was now also part of
the "audience".  As I crouched in front of the father and son,
desperately jacking myself, I felt such shame as  I had never
known before.  It's bad enough being made to spew your jism in
front of an older guy, but Billy was still a lad and I didn't
think it was right to have him watch a stud like me in that way.



We all three got in the front of the pickup after breakfast, and
Carl dropped Billy off in the town centre before he and I went
on to work.  "You're quiet this morning", he said to me. "I
usually get tired of your chatter on the way in to town, and
you've hardly said a word today."



I sat there, grimly silent.  But I knew I had to say something,
even if I was subsequently punished.  So I blurted out "It's not
right what you do with Billy!"



Carl almost caused the pickup to veer off the road, he was so
surprised.  "What do you mean?", he snapped back.



"Look, boss, jerking off your own 15 year old son isn't right. 
Having him jerk you off isn't right. It's never right between a
father and a son, and especially not when the boy's still only
15!"



Carl stopped the pickup, and turned to face me.  "Don't talk
about things you know nothing about!  You haven't even got a son
old enough to shoot his jism yet, and you probably never will
have.  Who do you think is the best person to teach a boy about
sex?  Some stranger who he meets casually one day, or someone
that knows and loves him?  I wouldn't do anything to hurt Billy
- he's my only son, and my pride and joy.  I carefully taught
him all he knows about sex, gradually and gently, as soon as he
was old enough.  And around here, we go by the body clock - when
a boy can produce a good load, he's old enough to be taught
about it properly!"



"I love Billy dearly, and he loves and respects me, as a boy
should love his father.  He's not being harmed by our sex - it's
good for him. Rather than being furtive about sex, and
sniggering at dirty magazines, he's always been able to have a
frank and open discussion about anything with me.  My daddy
initiated me at that age, and it hasn't done me any harm!  And
grandpappy taught him.  And I hope Billy will make love with his
sons, too."



"Having learned about sex right from the moment he was old
enough, it's made him properly mature.  He went away to school
two years ago, and was able to cope immediately with all the
other boys - I suspect he knew a great deal more than even the
older ones did!  There was no chance that some dirty old
schoolmaster could seduce him - Billy knows what it's all about,
and was able to bond with his fellows, as he knows there's
always a loving older guy waiting at home for him."



"He won't rush into sex with the first girl that comes along,
either.  Because he has all the relief he needs at home, he can
take his time and pick and choose a proper companion for the
rest of his life, someone with whom he'll be happy to breed. 
And because he's had such a good start, he'll be able to deal
with all the men he'll want to fuck quietly and discretely, so
he'll have a happy marriage with no scandal to disturb his wife.
 He'll want sons, so he can pass on this precious thread to them
- it's what makes the men in our family, and in a lot of other
families here in the woods, special."



"You know nothing about it, so I'll tell you again, shut the
fuck up on the subject."



And with that he crashed the pickup into gear, and we drove off
to the site where we were working.



_____________________________



That night the whole scene was repeated - Carl and Billy had
joyous, noisy sex with each other whilst I lay there with a
hard-on.  And in the morning, they watched as I jerked off.  I
had just started when Billy crouched down in front of me, held
my jerking wrist to cause me to stop for a moment, then reached
down with his other hand and cradled my cock in it.   He peered
down and used his thumb to push my foreskin back over my cock
head, which emerged pink and moist.  He then gently eased back
the foreskin totally so it was all behind the fretum ring, then
started to slide it up and down rapidly off and on my cock head.



Circumcised guys, like Carl and Billy, just can't imagine how
sensitive a cock head can be that's not used to being fiddled
with - safely behind the foreskin, it's not used to having even
the roughness of clothes scraped over it.  So to have someone
suddenly start to "massage" it quite roughly is actually
painful, and I sort of jerked back.



Billy laughed, and said to Carl "He's just like one of the few
football jocks at school who isn't circumcised.  I saw this guy
in the showers - he's  senior, so we only get to shower at the
same time occasionally - and I was so interested in his foreskin
that I went along to his room that night and asked if I could
play with it.  He was a bit surprised, as a lot of the guys are
not as open about sex as we are here, but I think he liked the
look of me, so he allowed me in.  It was really interesting
fiddling with his foreskin, and sucking him off - his cock head
was like Steve's, moist before you even start.  But I did find
out one thing - after he had cum and I was still sucking his
jism down, I carried on massaging him with my tongue.  He was
shouting out with pain, and I thought I had done something wrong
and hurt him seriously - but he told me afterwards that it was
really the most exquisite pleasure as, like most uncircumcised
guys apparently, their cock heads are even more sensitive after
they have cum.  He couldn't believe that I would go on sucking,
as you've taught me, after he'd shot his load - it just goes to
show how useful it is to have these lessons in pleasuring men."



"I wanted to see if Steve here is similarly sensitive.  Judging
from the way he just squirmed even before he's cum, I'll guess
that he is."



Then, addressing me rather than Carl, he continued "Tomorrow
morning, Steve, don't jerk yourself off until I tell you. I want
to watch carefully, then, when you've spurted, I'm going to jerk
you myself and see how much pleasure I can give you."



All day as I worked I worried about this - I didn't want a young
boy jerking me off, and, anyway, I thought that he might decide
to suck me.  But what could I do?  It was no use complaining to
Carl, as he was pleased that Billy was experimenting in this way!



But I was "saved", because that night, as we were about to eat,
another pickup drove up.  Carl glanced out of the window and
said "Hey, it's Uncle Brett - I called him and told him you were
home."



The door opened, and a young guy -about 28 or 29 I should think,
looking something like Carl but not quite so muscular, came in. 
He went up to Carl and embraced him, and the two brothers kissed
each other deeply.  The Brett went over to Billy, hugged him and
said "So, back from school.  Tired of all those football jocks
yet - still got time for your uncle?"



Billy didn't say anything, but simply leaned over and kissed his
uncle full on the lips,  As he did so, be brought his hand down
and was cupping his uncle's cock and balls through the front of
the young man's jeans.  "That answer your question?", he asked
his uncle.



Carl pointed out to Brett that I was just his work slave, and
nothing to do with the family, and Brett basically ignored me
for the rest of the evening.  What sort of life did these people
have, I wondered, when they could come into a room and find a
tattooed naked man sitting there, be told he was a slave, and
then treat this so causally as if it was the most normal thing
in the world?



When it got to be bed time, Carl said "You are staying, aren't
you, Brett?"



"Sure thing, Carl.  You and I haven't fucked for a long time,
and I sure do miss my old brother.  And with Billy back, there's
a bit of variety.  I haven't had a boy of his age for some time."



They all three got into the bed, and I could hear all kinds of
sighing, licking, slurping and general sex noises.  After about
an hour and a half, the noise stopped and I saw that all three
were lying on their backs, with Billy in the middle, his arms at
right angles to his body, and with Carl's head using one arm as
a pillow, and Brett the other.  They were all breathing deeply,
and were obviously happy.



Brett said "You know, Carl, we're a lucky family really.  You're
36, I'm 28, and Billy here is going on 16, but we all get on so
well.  I only hope my little Chet, when he gets to be Billy's
age, will be as good to his uncles as Billy is to me."



"How is Chet getting on?", asked Carl.  "You could have brought
him with you - he doesn't see enough of his uncle and cousin."



"Well, he's going to be a sturdy fellow.  Even at 8, his body is
coming along nicely.  I've just insisted that Marion sleep in a
separate room so that Chet can share my bed - it's never too
soon for these boys to get to appreciate their fathers.  Even if
he matures early like Billy here, I've got some time to wait
before we can play together properly, but as a treat I do let
him hold with my cock and climax me occasionally - he thinks
it's great to be able to feel daddy's cock, and keeps asking me
when his will be hairy and go hard!"    



"Are you going to breed with Marion again, uncle Brett, or is
Chet going to be an only son like me?  I've always wanted a
brother, as I see how much fun it is for you, dad and uncle
Joey."



"Well, Billy, I don't know. Marion and I still screw once or
twice a week, but she's taking oral contraceptives and had told
me she doesn't want another child.  She's an inconsiderate
bitch, really - thinks only of her convenience, and not what I
want.  But I have been thinking that it would be good to have a
couple more kids, and I'm going to see Doc Williams next week to
switch her contraceptive prescription for some harmless sugar
pills - then we'll just let nature take its course!"



Lying there wrapped in my blanket I felt really lonely - I'd
never had a dad or a brother with whom I could discuss things
like that so openly and freely.



__________________________





On Saturday morning there was a change in our normal routine -
instead of setting out for work, Carl took a long time to shave
carefully, and hurried Billy along to find some "nice" clothes
as they were going off to Carl's dad's place for the day.



"Is Steve coming too, dad?", Billy asked.



"Yes.  You know grandpappy likes to look over nice pieces of man
flesh, and they don't come much nicer than Steve!  But I think
he's looking after himself well these days, though - he went to
the auctions a couple of months ago and bought himself a young
slave boy, and I hear he's fucking away like a stoat.  You know,
Billy, you think grandpappy is 'old', but he's only 55.  He's
got another twenty years of fucking left in him."



Carl and Billy had dressed in shorts and shirts for the day. 
Billy wore his "conventionally", but Carl had the tails out, all
the buttons undone, and the tails knotted in the front so that
his muscled midriff was exposed and you could also just see his
nips peeking out at the sides.



We drove for about an hour and a half, and I thought there must
be some mistake when we drove into the drive of a truly enormous
mansion - not one of the new "mini mansions" where we had been
working in the gardens, but a real old-style big plantation
house with tall white columns running along the front, the whole
height of its three stories.  I guessed there must be at least
20 bedrooms in the place, and I supposed that Carl's father was
some sort of servant here.



But Carl made no move to go around the back when we drove up,
and stopped his dirty old pickup behind a huge Mercedes which
was sparkling in the sunshine immediately outside the main door.
 



We all got out, and Carl bounded up the vast flight of steps up
to the entrance, and without ringing or anything pushed open the
huge double doors so we could all go into the hall.  It was a
full-height space, with a majestic staircase rising straight
ahead of us. There was marble on the floor, and I felt its
coolness beneath my naked feet.  Once again, I felt humiliated
and ashamed of my nakedness - it was jut about OK out there in
the deep woods, but in this elegant mansion, I felt completely
out of place.



We stood there a moment and then big double doors opened and a
vigorous, virile-looking man with slightly greying hair bounded
towards us.  The family resemblance was unmistakable, and he
embraced and deep-kissed Carl, then Billy.



"Hi, dad", Carl said. "How's things?"



"Just fine, as ever, Carl.  And they'd be even better if you
gave up that stupid life you lead and came back and rejoined the
family business."



"Look, dad, we've come here for Billy's birthday party.  If
you're going to start all that 'family business' crap, we're
leaving straight away.  You know my views - I only ever wanted
to be independent, totally independent.  I may not make much
money, but there's enough to pay for Billy's schooling in the
East, and I can tell you right now that I won't be touching his
trust fund, or mine either, to pay for him to go to Harvard, or
MIT, or wherever he wants to go.  Money in the family has a
great potential for corrupting young men, and I wanted to make
my own way without your help!   And I think I've succeeded - you
always like to talk to me when I come here, whereas I notice
that you seem bored with Brett and Joey, although of course you
see them more often, at those fancy offices of the business's."



"All right, son, calm down.  You always were the most excitable
one!  Yes, I do admire you for going your own way.  But I wish
it just made you a bit more money - with your education, you
should be working in Merchant Banking in New York, or starting
one of those 'dot com' companies, or something."



"OK, dad.  Here's the last word.  Money isn't what it's all
about.  I like a quiet life in the woods, with my son.  If I
wanted money, all I'd have to do is call the Trustees, and it
would arrive.  I don't want a high -pressure life in business -
if I was in a bank in Manhattan, would I have a body like this? 
Would I be as fit?  Would I live as long, with all the stress? 
So let's just drop it, shall we?"



Carl's father shrugged slightly, but he had a half smile on his
face.  Then he saw me, and said "Is this your new work slave,
Carl?  A handsome piece of man flesh!  Are you fucking him?"



"No, daddy.  I don't believe in mixing work and pleasure.  This
one works alongside me, and when I want a good fuck, I go to one
of the pleasure parlours - if I've made enough that week, that
is - their prices seem to be going up much faster than
inflation."



"Yes, Carl.  First rule of economics - supply and demand!  There
are so few really good looking, white slaves in the Programme
these days, and with all the business and so on relocating here,
the demand is spiraling upwards.  All those executives get a
taste for casual, well-arranged man sex when they're down here
looking for a house and so on, then they continue with it once
their families have actually moved.  Starting up the chain of
sex parlours and pain palaces was one of the best spin-offs from
the family Company that we ever did!"



The old man approached me, and snapped "Hands behind your head! 
Display!" 



When he saw that I didn't know what to do, he said "Carl, didn't
you even teach this slave the 'display' and 'rest' positions?".  



Carl shook his head, so the old man continued to me "Feet a
metre apart.  Hands clasped behind your neck.  Look down at the
floor at a point about a metre in front of you.  That's
'display', so you're properly exposed.  Now, 'display'."



I moved as he had indicated, and then the man came and started
to run his hands all over me.  He probed my biceps with his
strong fingers, tweaked my nipples to see how I responded to a
little pain, ran his hands down 'counting' my ribs on my body,
then reached behind to grasp my ass and try out the power of my
muscles there by trying to close his fingers over a handful. 
Then he dropped to a crouch, and ran his hands up and down my
calves and thighs.  Finally, and most humiliatingly, he hefted
my balls in the palm of his hand, and pushed back my foreskin to
get a proper look at my cock head.  Rising to his feet, he
lifted my chin, then opened my mouth to have a good look inside.



It was just as if I was some sort of prize animal that was being
put up for sale.  Not a word was spoken, no permission was asked
- just that brutal exploration of my body.  It was obvious that
he had done it many times before, to many slaves - his hands
were so confident at probing me, so confident that they would
not meet resistance:  he was a truly experienced slave handler.



"Nice one, Carl.  You're getting to be a good judge of man flesh
as you get older.  This one's a good worker, I'll bet.  And he's
got a sensitive mouth - and a nice smile - so you could have him
sort of 'dual purpose', to pleasure you too!"



Carl clearly didn't want to say that he hadn't exactly selected
me, just happened to 'find' me, by chance, as I think he
secretly wanted his father's praise.  But he didn't need to say
anything, as the old man turned and said "Come on - the rest of
the men are out at the pool."



_____________________





We followed Carl's father through the house, and my feet sank
into the luxurious carpets as we went through room after room. 
It was actually cold on my bare flesh in the fierce air
conditioning, and I was glad when we emerged onto a terrace, in
front of which was a sparkling blue swimming pool.  



Carl's dad, Carl and Billy all started to strip off their
clothes as they walked towards the pool, leaving them lying in a
trail behind them, and they all dived in together.  I just stood
there ,and observed the scene:  there were two or three other
guys on the other side of the pool, all totally naked, sitting
on sun loungers and at tables with sun shades over them.  A huge
table, covered in a white linen cloth, glittered with silver,
crystal and china, and was clearly set up for a big buffer party.



The three generations of men climbed out of the pool, and
greeted the other men - there was a lot of affectionate deep
kissing amongst them, and some friendly fondling of Carl and
Billy's cocks.  Carl told me to come over to the other side of
the pool, and I saw that one of the men was Brett, and I deduced
that the other was the third brother, Joey.



Eight year old Chet was near Brett, and three other guys there
were one of Carl's uncles, and a couple of cousins in their
twenties and thirties.



I stood there, awkwardly, not knowing what to do.  Carl was a
kind guy basically, though, and said "Steve - now we're all out
of the pool, you can swim if you want to".  I was glad to be
able to dive in, not just because it was very hot and the pool
was so inviting, but because it gave me an "out" from the family
party.  I raced up and down, reveling in the feel of the water
on my body, but there's only so much time even very athletic
guys like me can actually swim for, so I hauled myself out, and
sat quietly on the edge of the pool, just dangling my legs in
the water.



Carl's dad was talking to him, and I heard him say "My new boy
is just what I needed.  I saw him at the auctions recently, and
he'd been pretty badly treated by one of the clients in a sex
parlour so they were throwing him back to be sold down the chain
- I guess that client had to pay a big penalty for his night's
fun, and if he wants to beat up a man, he'll go to one of the
pain palaces next time."



"I got him very cheap, because he really was battered and
bruised.  But a month later, you'd never know - except that he's
a bit nervous if anyone raises a hand too near him!  He suits my
purposes exactly - he's medium height, medium build, sort of
'compact', but with nice muscles - that initial training in the
road gangs does wonders for these boys, I think.  Of course he
was no longer a virgin, but you can't have everything!   On the
whole I prefer the exotic, uncircumcised look like your slave
Steve over there - but you can't have everything!  I wish they
used this 'Programme' system in Europe, where so many more of
the men are left uncut at birth."



"I've bought his contract for five years, it was so cheap, by
which time he'll have worked out his sentence and will be free
to go at the end of that time.  He's been pathetically grateful,
really.  But he's terrific in bed - he has a real spirit and is
very inventive  when he's in sexual heat, and the one feature I
didn't mention is his cock - it's a really sturdy, thick one,
and with his build, he can keep it thrusting for hours."



"But you can see for yourself - here he comes now".



I looked around, too, and there was my old comrade Dave from the
auction and road gang.  He was a bit more browned than I
remembered, but he still had the cute trail of hair across his
belly, but a smooth chest, and small, sharply protruding tits.



He rushed over and said "Steve!  What are you doing here?"



"Ah, you two know each other, do you?" Said Carl.



So with their permission, I told them about our enslavement,
auction, and life on the road gang.  They were all fascinated by
the story, and when I had finished, it was almost dinner time.



________________



We passed the afternoon in eating, swimming, and talking.  Dave
and I had a lot to catch up on, and he basically told me what
Carl's father had said - he was now the old man's sex toy, but,
as he pointed out, the guy was only 55 and had a better body
than most men half his age, so it was a lot of fun really.



He'd seen Jim being loaded into a van to take him to a stud
farm, and had heard that Mitch was indeed at a pain parlour. 
Normally the slaves only lasted there for a month or so, as the
clients who were heavily into SM liked a fresh stock of new
flesh.  But  Steve's marine training had made him so tough, and
so resistant to pain, that they couldn't break him and so he was
still serving there.



Jim told me that Carl's family owned - totally owned - the major
bank in the State, which had been founded three generations ago
by their great great grandfather.  They were fabulously wealthy,
the more so since they cooperated with the government and were
the concessionaires for the slave auctions, and ran the sex
parlours and pain palaces - it really was a licence to print
money.     

      

All the brothers and cousins worked in the Bank or its various
offshoots, except Carl.  Following some disagreement with his
father, Carl had gone his own way.  He still was a major
shareholder, but chose to take no income.  Most of the family
couldn't understand him at all, and wanted to get one of the
slave masters to "reeducate" him,  But his father had some sort
of understanding with Carl, and they had agreed to live and let
live.  Carl only rarely came to the house and, Jim said, he
thought the old man missed his oldest son.



_____________________



The party proper started at 7 p.m.  All the men I had met that
afternoon were now dressed in smart casual wear (except, or
course, Carl, who was still different).  They were joined by the
wives, girl friends, sisters and so on, all of whom were much
more expensively and elegantly dressed, with lots of gold and
diamonds in evidence.  Only Dave and I were naked, but the women
didn't seem to notice - I guess they were so rich they were used
to having slaves around the house.



The dinner was very formal, with many courses and a lot of wine.
 Dave and I did not sit at the table, of course, but sat next to
each other in a corner of the room.  It was good to be next to
an old mate again, and we pressed our bodies closer in that
amiable, non-sexual companionship that only old men friends can
truly manage.



At the end of the dinner, there were speeches by most of the men
welcoming Billy to "the clan", culminating in a really good one
by Carl, when he said how proud he was of his son and how he
welcomed him to full manhood that day.  "Billy and I have of
course been close ever since he first matured sexually", Carl
said, "And I know that he has a deep fondness for dad here, his
uncles, and cousins, whose bodies he has enjoyed and who have
enjoyed him.  Since he went away to school, he has experimented
with a number of guys his own age, but tonight he gets the
traditional present we give all our sons on their sixteenth
birthday.  I want you to raise your glasses and toast Billy's
success tonight, in the hope that it will be the start of a life
that is richly fulfilled with all the pleasures of the flesh
that any of us could want.  I give you... Billy!"



All the diners leapt to their feet, and toasted Billy, and the
dinner broke up.  I was wondering what this fabulous present was
- nothing was handed over, but everyone seemed to know what it
was.  Dave didn't know, either, so we stood around, wondering
what was going to happen next.



Carl then came over, with his arm around Billy's shoulder, and
said we were all staying the night of course as he couldn't
possibly drive home after all that drink.  So we climbed the
stairs together, and I assumed we would be sharing a room as we
usually did  at the cabin.



But when we entered the huge bedroom which was furnished in a
very modern style with shiny steel bed frames, crisp white
sheets, and silver blinds at the window, there was a change from
the usual routine.  



"Go and piss and crap, Steve", Carl commanded (I usually did
this after the two others), "Whilst I speak to Billy".



So I did, and for good measure had a quick shower in the
biggest, best shower I have ever used - it was a curved glass
cylinder, with enormous quantities of water to douche over me. 
I toweled my body dry on one of t e luxurious pure white towels,
then dropped it and walked back into the main room, using a
small towel to dry my hair as I went.  I'd long since overcome
any embarrassment at nudity in front of Carl and Billy, and I
was even semi-erect as I walked in.



"OK, Steve, on the bed", Carl commanded, and I went and lay on
the crisp white sheets.  What was going on?  I usually had to
sleep on the floor.



Carl came over and, before I could properly see what was
happening, used two steel handcuffs to cuff my wrists together
to the metal bed head.  There was some play in them, so I could
easily move around, but I couldn't lower my hands from above my
head.



Carl stood in front of Billy and said "Right, son.  You're a man
now, and Steve is the traditional present to you from me on your
16th birthday.  Up until now, you've only had family members
play with you sexually, and you've never experienced the joy of
fucking, or of having a man up your ass.  This is your night to
experiment - you've done everything else sexually, but we
deliberately don't let our sons fuck, or fuck our sons, until
their sixteenth birthday."



"It would be difficult for you to really try things out properly
the first time with me or your uncles, as we all know each other
too well and we don't want you to be embarrassed if your fucking
is not as good as everything else you've learned.  But Steve
here is just a piece of slave flesh who will be going back to
the auction house soon, so it doesn't matter how you perform."



"Take the time to really get to know how to fuck his ass - I've
seen it often enough to know it's a really good, deep one, and I
have deliberately not fucked him myself as I wanted him to be in
'near virgin' condition for you.  And then, if you want, have
him fuck you:  most of us don't like a man's cock up our asses
the first time as the initial penetrations can be painful, so
don't despair - have him do it several times, and you'll find it
more and more fun each time."



"You've got all night, and as much of tomorrow morning as you
want, so there's no hurry.  Dad wants him and us three brothers
to have a bit of an orgy tonight, and he's got a couple of the
brothers-in-law lined up too, I think, so I'll be pretty tired
and will sleep in late in the morning."



"Any questions before I go?"



"No, dad.  And.... Thanks!".



"Good night then, son - you're as self confident as ever, I see.
 But remember that what you've got bucking under you is not one
of those lads from school, or one of your uncles - Steve is a
big, tough, sexually-charged male in the prime of life.  BE
CAREFUL!  And if he gets too much trouble, take that box on the
bedside table and press it anywhere against his skin - it's a
stun gun, and it will knock him cold."



And so saying, Carl left.  Billy went into the bathroom, and I
heard his stream of piss  hit the lavatory, then he came back
in, naked, and erect.



"So... My first night with a real man. My first night up a guy's
ass.  You're in for a good time, Steve - did you know that men
are most virile at age 16?  They can come harder and longer, and
more often, at my age than at any other?



I lay there as he approached me.  Could there be worse
humiliation than this?  Bought, as I now saw, as a birthday
present for a 16-year old, to get his sex life off to a good
start.



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