Saturday, March 13, 2010

A shave before dinner

We were talking about where to go to dinner when we entered his hotel room, I certainly did not expect to be an appetiser. The afternoon we had spent giving my US tourist the full tour of Toronto's sites. I cancelled the trip up the CN Tower, neither of us were the greatest at heights. The afternoon had been warmer that either of us expected and were covered in sweat and both needed a shower before going out for a night of dinner and checking out the bars.

He wanted to grab the shower first, fine by me; it gave me a chance to remove my leather jacket and knee high boots and to stretch my legs a bit. He came out of the bathroom just wearing a white towel. I had to smile when I saw where the hotel's crest seemed to conceal his semi-hard cock. I nodded at him when he announce to me that the bathroom was free, I was to busy admiring the view. Alright I admit it I like bears and he had the chest hair and a slight tummy but he certainly was good looking.

I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water loosen my shoulders and back muscles. As I turned off the water the door opened and he entered the steamy room. All he had on was a chainmaille collar I had made for him months earlier carrying my leather jacket. He placed it down on the counter next to my leather chaps, confederate style cap and boots. Silently he gently towelled me off from top to bottom. Just as silently he dressed me in my leathers; boots first, then the chaps, followed by the jacket then the cap.

He led me into the main room of his suite and back to the chair I had been relaxing. On the seat of the chair was another of the hotel's towels. With the towel in the chair I had to slouch a little with part of my ass on the cushion of the chair. The room's lighting was very subdued. On a table next to the chair sat a single lit white pillar candle, an ashtray holding an unlit cigar and an open bottle of wine with one glass next to it. Seating me in the chair, he kneeled in front of me, poured the wine and offered me the glass to savour at my pleasure before lighting the cigar for me.

As sipped the wine and enjoyed the Cuban Cigar, I felt his tongue on the underside of my ball sack and his hands caressing my leather clad thighs. I was rock hard in seconds as he slowed sucked into his hot mouth both of my balls. He took a break to refill the wineglass, then dived onto my rock hard cock. I could feel his tongue exploring the fleshy shaft embedded in his throat. I started to tense as I got close to cumming. He sensed this and slowly let my cock slip out of his mouth. I expected that he would then help me into my jeans so that we could go for dinner, then come back to this room for part two latter but that was just part one of his plan.

From below the chair he pulled a razor and shaving cream. Before I could say a word he had my hard cock and balls covered in white creamy foam. I almost added my own cream to the foam as he gently started to shave the thick bush of hair at my crotch. He started with the base of my cock then slowly, almost lovingly, worked his way lower to my ball sack. I almost came when I felt the tip of the razor clearing the hair from my ass crack.

With the shave nearing completion, he slowly rubbed a skin lotion into my balls and ass crack to help with the itch that would happen as the hair began to re- grow. My cock got his full attention, once clear of the shaving foam he began to suck it with a vengeance. The orgasm was one of the most intense I had experienced in a long time. As I recovered, he told me that this was his way of saying thank you for the tour. Before leaving to eat we finished the wine in the glass and shared a few smoke filled kisses to show my thanks for his thanks. Over dinner at my favourite restaurant I started to think about where I could show him the next day.

Note:  the image is from a free site that I do not think is still on-line called Hairtrigger If it is I would love to see what has been added but the link I have is dead
Sgt. A.

Thursday, March 11, 2010


Note from your editor:
As noted with the first part of this tale, this is based on the work of S.M. Stirling. With that said I hope you enjoy this installment.


As the master rode off with his play sack to oversee the vineyards I allowed myself a brief moment to check my list of chores left for the day. With a sigh I head back up to the master’s chambers to see if those lazy bucks who's job is the cleaning of the manor have done things right. The master, he O.K. for a non born citizen, he a thinker, a planner and very inwardly closed. Once he gets to know you, you do get some respect from him but you have to work for it constantly.

As his serf, he owns me completely to do with as it pleases him, but he does not control how I think and he knows it. The citizens have been raised, educated and trained to control those around them for centuries. With the war for the earth is over and they were the victors all of humanity left on earth are now their serfs and that is how it will probably be at the end of time. On the whole, Master Steven is good to us, he makes sure that were are happy and doing something useful for the state, the estate and for ourselves. I for one am glad that he bought me, I can be who I really am by serving the master and by helping him run the estate. This did not happen overnight; I’ve been his serf for ten years being bought directly from the crèche in Alexandria and seen much of the Earth, and the moon during his different postings. He now trusts me, as much a citizen can trust a serf and that is enough for me. And he does take pleasure from me and that also suits me. The master must’ve known that when he bought me, as I’ve said he a planner.

The master’s suite was at the top of the manor’s only tower and was designed to be as open and airy as could be in spite of the shape of the tower. Expect for all of the masters play equipment taking up one corner of the open concept space, it was. Windows enclosed the master’s bedroom so that you could see the entire island from the center of the room. The room was reached by a spiral staircase in the exact center of the tower and ran the height of the tower. The play area of the room took up more than a third of the floor space and was filled with sling and restraints over a large wrestling mat where the master would watch us compete for favors or pleasures. The looser of the matches would usually have to service the whims of the victor or the pleasures of the master or on rare occasions both.

The current looser was still chained to a post in the play area after loosing the wrestling matches continuously for two weeks. For the master, this showed that this serf still was not taking his duties seriously and had been lax about his exercising. I was to release him today to see if he would work hard to regain his status in our tight nit community, if not he was destined to spend the next year on the fishing boats and have to really work for his supper.

But before I decided to release him I wanted to have him pleasure me to show me that he was serious about what the master had told him last night as he was fucked by the current wrestling winner and orally servicing the Master.

The buck was still asleep in a tight ball around his restraints on the wresting mat. I gave his bear ass a hard slap to get his attention. With a jerk, he woke and stared at me from his twisted position. "Well buck are you ready to earn your supper?" He looked at me and nodded silently before casting his eyes to the floor. "You are going to prove it to me, I want you to give me the same attention that you gave the Master last night or by the gods I will see you on the fishing boats for the rest of your miserable life." I grabbed his leather collar and raised his eyes to mine. I saw fear, submission and acceptance.

I stood before him and waited as he adjusted his position until he was kneeling in front of me with his hands covering his crotch. I had to smile; this buck had truly learned his lesson of the previous night. I could almost feel his breath on my crotch as he waited for the signal for his task to start. I took pity and told him to begin his servicing.

With great care he used his tongue to begin to explore the crotch of my shorts. As he continued I grew hard and he took this as a sign to begin the next stage of my servicing. Using his teeth he open my shorts to expose the hardening tool buried under the leather and started to lick the length of my dick with slow sensual passes. I began to ooze pre-cum and he lapped that up like it was honey. I was getting close and wanted this to last a little longer, I yanked my shorts down to my knees and gave him access to my sweaty balls.

He started to lick then suck my swollen balls into his hot mouth. Waves of pleasure washed over me when he took my hard dick into his mouth and buried his face in the dark thatch of hair at its base. I grabbed the back of his head with my right hand and began to fuck his hot mouth and throat with my tool. With my left hand I began to play with his nipples. He was now fully hard and I could see that he wanted to play with himself in the worst way. I was getting real close and with a final lunge buried my cock down his throat to send blast after blast of cum into him. With this he started to pump his own tool with all of his might. With me still impaled in his throat, he groaned heavily and let fly a large load of pearly cum onto the wresting mat before him. I pulled out and nodded with satisfaction that this buck would now start to pull his weight on the island.

As I readjusted my cock back into my tight leather shorts, the buck cleaned up his own mess on the mat with a nearby towel then waited to be released. I unchained him and escorted him out of the Master's room and to the exercise yard next to the house.

The yard had every piece of exercise equipment ever invented and was supervised by a retired Janissary officer. I gave him the Masters orders for the buck and left to complete my rounds of the house. By the time I finished my tour of the estate house I saw the Master leading one of the new bucks down the hill to the village he had created for the house staff. The buck was naked and his hands had been tied behind his back with his white shorts. The buck was not bad looking, good chest and a nice ass, and I felt something for him.

The village consisted of a dozen small barracks buildings, a refractory building containing the showers and cooking facilities and a small shrine or chapel for those religious bucks. In the center of the village was a grassy common used for sports, the weekly meeting, the harvest festivals or for handing out punishment. He took the buck to the whipping post near the end of the common and chained him I met him at the post, bowing deeply and took from him his saddlebags. I heard the master telling the headman to call a meeting of all of the buck to witness the new ones punishment.

Dinner passed quietly and quickly and soon I was kneeling on a cushion next to the master's chair on the platform next to the whipping post awaiting him to come from the manor house. In the gathering darkness I saw him approach the platform in full black leathers. This was not a good sign for the new one and I knew that I would have to do something to lessen the punishment. As the master prepared to sit all of those gathered bowed to him in a single wave.

Before things got started, I motioned to the master that I wished to speak with him. He looked at me sternly but spoke softly. "Yes Francis what is it?"

I willed up my courage and spoke "Master, I wish this one to be mine." He was silent for a moment with a look of mild surprise mixed with amusement.

After a moment he spoke, "you know what you are asking I see and accept the consequences of this request. Very well after his punishment he will be yours but see to it that he learns and learns good or your ass will be next after his in his next punishment."

I bowed to him and knew that he was being fair to me and to this new buck. Before I could think any more on this the headman rang the village bell and we all settled down to hear the masters pronouncement on this bucks fate.

In the silence that followed we all heard the master announce the bucks fate. We all knew that the master had caught him breaking one of the rules that made life here. We were to all draw lots to assist in his punishment. He was to made a whore for the villager's use this night and depending on the master's mind he would be used by one or by the entire village. In the end there were to be six of us to use him this night. We all lined up; those that drew a white stone from the pot were to be the one's who would take pleasure from this buck.

The six winners lined up next to the buck as he was lead to the center of the green and chained to a stake in the ground. They could use him singly or as a group depending on their minds. The one thing that the buck could not do is make himself come. If one of them pleasured him then that was allowed

The first one wanted a slow prolonged suck with the buck on his knees as he spit on him then covered his face with his thick creamy load that shined in torchlight. I saw that the buck was now crying and wishing for this to end but this was just starting.

The next two decided to team up on the buck. One of them rolled the buck onto his back and fuck his now raw ass in long rough lunges. The other one squirmed into a position on the buck's stomach and began to suck the buck's now hard pole while forcing his own pole down the bucks throat. I watched the crowd watching all of this and could see that many more were getting hotter and very horny but they knew that as long as the Master was in attendance they could do nothing about it. This pair finished this act of the punishment with loud grunts and yells as they pulled out of the buck just before they came covering the prone buck with more cum.

The next buck used as boot toe to roll the scared buck back onto his stomach and began to spank the buck's slick ass until it was red and stinging while yelling obscenities at the kid. He then pulled out his hard cock and jacked a large load onto the beaten ass and back

The final two where a pair of bucks that spent most of their time on the fishing boats that the Master owned and I feared the worst for the buck. The smaller of the two grabbed the buck's hair and jerked him to his knees as the other forced the buck mouth open and began to piss into the buck's mouth. I could see that the buck was trying not to swallow but he was having his throat massaged by the other buck. When that buck had finished with his secession on water sports he feed his hard cock down the buck's throat. The smaller buck was watching this action and pulled his dick out of his coveralls and began to piss on the poor buck's back.

I looked up at the master and saw rage mixed with lust. The master wanted the bucks to have fun but he drew a strong line on forms of humiliation like water sports and having to eat someone's shit. I knew that these two buck were going to get some lessons on limits and what was and was not acceptable for forms of public punishment. I missed the end of this scene as I watched the master control his anger. With a shock I saw him nod at me and smile. I knew exactly what I was to do and bowed to him then walked over to the now fully punished buck. I gathered him in my arms and slowly walked over to the communal showers to wash all of this away.

I could hear the master tell them again the rules and then start on a lecture of what he did not considered proper acts to perform as punishment. I had to smile because I knew that the last two bucks were going to face their own punishments at the hands of the headman, he put up with no lying and knew that we would never see another scene like that, at least publicly. I wished them luck and knew that they may be able to walk back to the ships after the headman was finished with them. I now had my own problems.

The poor buck started to come back to life as he clutched my shoulder and began to cry in long wails. By the time we were in the showers the crying had stopped but the buck would not let go. I talked to him in a soothing tone, telling him that I was to get him cleaned up and into new clothes.

I slipped out of my shorts and walked him into the showers. The water was warm against my skin. I slowly caressed the buck washing the grime and piss that was glued on him. I loved this buck's muscled chest and back and was more than happy that the master had allowed me to teach this one. With the buck now clean I slowly kissed him and saw that the buck needed love and tender care to make him a valuable member of the household. With him clean I could read his ID his name was Michael.

I lowered Michael to the floor of the shower letting the water to continue to run. I saw fear in his eyes as he realized what could happen to him. I smiled at him softly then slowly swallowed his long hard cock. He flexed his back trying to force his cock further into my throat. It did not last long, he needed release so badly that I barely got started when he groaned loudly and filled my mouth with a load of sweet tasting cum. I watched Michael relax and fall into a light sleep that was when I heard someone behind me.

The master was standing behind me. His cock was straining against the leather of his pants as he looked down at the two of us. Smiling he told me that he had enjoyed the show and knew that the new buck was in the right hands. I bowed to him as he left the shower room to educate the two who had crossed his line this night with the assistance of the headman. I just hoped that they would not need any medical help in the morning.

I quickly woke Michael, dressed him, then lead him to the manor house and into my room. As we walked I told him that the master had gone easy on him and had given him to me to train to assist me. Then I told him that if he broke any of the masters rules during his training that he would be punished and then I would follow him to the whipping post for the same punishment. He looked shocked but nodded to me. I was given the next two days to get the buck back onto his feet and begin his training as my assistant. That night, Michael quietly slept in my arms as I worked out a plan to train him and keep him from harm

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Catalina - Part one

The following bit of fiction has been sitting on laptop for some time as I have considered what to do with it. One of the reasons I have held back in publishing it is due to the fact that I let a lot of my darker side come out.

The major reason has to do with the setting. I have based this piece, and those to follow, loosely on the writings of another writer that being S.M. Stirling and his books "Marching through Georgia", "Under the Yoke" and "Stone Dogs" and set after the end of the third book.

With all of that said I hope that you enjoy the first section

It was nice to be finally back on Earth, even if a great chunk of the planets landmasses were now under new management. When the final war started I found myself on the the moon doing an inspection of one of my company's new solid-state research labs at the lunar city of New Edo. Now that the democratic nations were gone and the survivors hidden in the asteroid belt were preparing to head into interstellar space to found a colony world in the system of Alpha Centuri.

Of course, as the the owner and CEO of Archer Industries I would have been a prime candidate as one of the new colony's settlers until they discover that I was not a willing settler and buying me out could have crippled several nations economies. Finding out that I was gay was the final nail in their plans and they left me very much alone. Which left me exactly where I wanted to be, living life my way at my estate on one of the islands off the California coast.

I know that the Domination were quiet surprised to find me off earth and like a great number of the survivors of the war they offered me nominal citizenship if I helped to bring back the planet from the brink. Frankly I cared very little about the politics of the situation and wanted to help the human race survive. The only thing that I did ask for was that my brothers who may have survived be given the same deal as myself and they agreed to my surprise. They must have thought it very funny when they decided to give me back my estate and the rest of the island chain of Catalina as my private domain.

What nobody knew about was a secret data store under my estate's main house using technology that were not available to very many including the starship in the belt and I had used it to store a great many things that could have gotten me executed for knowing about and almost all of humanities diverse knowledge. And that little gem gave me a serious ace in the hole that I could use to rebuild Earth.

So after six months of various lectures on the Domination's culture and morals I was sent home to start work on my first project which was to rebuild the mass driver complex on the slopes of the mountains of Hawaii. All of this meant that I was going to need a much larger workforce and I knew just where to find them and cheap.

I knew what I was looking for and among the shell shocked survivors of Los Angeles it was not hard to find. The cells of the security directorate detention centers were filled with just the type of serf I was looking to buy. They all showed signs of wear since the last winter had not been good to them and that would make them easier to break them in. the serfs in cell block one looked up at the sound of the cell block door opening. Some of them lowered their gaze when they saw me among the guards others did not. All of the serf had been classified by Security as troublemakers and if not bought soon would be used by the labor camps to decontaminate the coast until they died from radiation poisoning.

I glanced at the guard and asked, “what’s their classification?”

He glanced at his computer pad display and grunted, “Looks like class four literate/numerate for the most part, they gonna be trouble in the long run.” I nodded but knew that all they needed was some training and I was planning to give it to them in ways they might not suspect. We stopped in front of one cell with twelve or so strapping bucks in it. I liked what I saw but I knew that I needed one final test before I bought them. The guard rattled the bars of the cell with his truncheon to get their attention and shouted at them “ shuck and identify cattle”. Several minutes passed as they all stripped there coveralls and folded them on there blankets, then stood feet apart with there hands clasped behind there heads. In the light of the detention cell, their neck ident tattoos glowed brightly. The slow ones were prodded with the truncheon to hurry up. In silence I examined the bucks, they were all reasonably well muscled despite of the destruction that had lived in and nodded with satisfaction that several of them were sporting hard cocks. They all had the control bracelets on their wrists, which reflected the neck ident tattoo. They were ordered to dress before I addressed them.

“I am Steven Archer. Some of you might remember the name but all of that is in the past. What you should never forget is that I am now your new owner and master. Follow my rules and we will get along well, ignore my rules and you will face the punishment. The choice is yours, live with me, or die alone.” I scanned the twelve faces in the cell, most had resigned themselves to this fate, two looked straight at me with hate in there eyes. I smiled back at them for I knew there type and I would break them to my will or they might end up feeding the radioactive sharks off the island. I looked at several other cells and made my choices to make up the needed workforce before walking back to the office to finalize the purchase I smiled to myself, I would enjoy breaking them in on the island

Back on the island I surveyed the final stages of new construction on the manor house that had just been completed with satisfaction. The meeting with the techs from the conservation directorate did not even anger me since I was more than happy with fifteen percent of the island’s land surface. I think that I surprised them when I told them that I was planning to let more than half of the holding revert to the natural ecosystem. This is my home and I planned not to destroy it, I had seen enough destruction during the war.

The new serfs had arrived during the night and had been paired with existing members of the expanded household. The Headman figured that this would help them adjust to there new life on Catalina. I laughed when he told me that he had paired the new ones with the horniest bucks I had. I figured that half of the new serfs would be in any condition to walk straight the next morning. You see that, except for a few bed wenches of my surviving brother on a neighboring island and the small kitchen staff, the rest of the population of the island was all young randy bucks. This meant that if they wanted to play they had only themselves to relieve the itch and that served my purposes as well.

I rose early that morning and went for my usual 10 mile run along sections of the coastline of the island before breakfast. I have always found the run helped to loosen the muscles and the mind for the day ahead and made me almost as randy as some of the serfs out on the fishing boats that I owned. They were on the horizon the serfs manning the ships who were under strict orders not to be of service to any of their shipmates. I had worse punishments than the ships for those that broke my rules. After the run I cooled off by doing several kilometers of the pool in the garden next to the manor house.

My serf born manservant Francis served me breakfast next to the pool when he brought me a tight pair of shorts. He was wearing only a tight pair of black leather shorts and a thin chain of steel. I thought that the chain was unnecessary but he refused to take it off, it was his way of showing me that I owned him completely. I could smell the scent of his sweat from his morning’s workout, another way that he showed me that he was following my request that he was not to allow himself to become flabby. I watched his well-muscled form closely as he laid out the eggs, bacon, rolls, fresh fruit and coffee, and thinking about whether I should accept the invitation to use his tight ass that he was offering. As much as I wanted his ass as desert after breakfast, I knew that I had to get moving on the project. As he withdrew back to the kitchen, he bowed deeply giving me plenty of time to caress his leather-covered ass and thighs. Ah the joys of ownership, but now time to change and to work.

My office is a separate wing of the manor and looks over the straight between the island and the coast. I designed the space to be airy and spacious but the inclusion of all of the communication equipment the room looked cluttered and disorganized, I will have to fix that. The one feature of my office that I loved was the fact that the end of the room where I normally worked was all windows. This way I could oversee the entire estate and be able to hand out punishments and pleasures to those deserving. As I normally do on workdays Monday to Saturday, I wore a tan coloured pair of leather jodhpurs, knee high riding boots, and a loose fitting silk shirt with now the ever-present gun belt with gun and bracelet controller.

As I entered, the entire office staff rose and bowed in unison. I had to take pride in the collection of good serf administers that I was able to save from the labor camps. They were all smart, obedient and very good-looking youthful bucks. As I trained them for there place in my household, they all at one point played pony for me and on occasion they still did but for the most part I allowed them to play among themselves even if it meant that I watched the fun from a distance. All of them were now Class V literate serfs and they dressed the part even if they all tended to wear very tight and form fitting clothing over there well muscled bodies.

I listened to there reports and wonder what in all of the Gods name had caused the Americans to detonate a massive atom bomb on an active volcanic island chain. I am still surprised that it did not sink the damn island. Still with luck, we could get the installation on line in a year and a half if we threw enough bodies into the project. Well that was fine, the surviving cattle on the island could clean up there own mess since they set the dam device in there own backyard, the idiots. With a sigh I realized that there was nothing I really could do except wait for the island to be decontaminated before the real work could start and they wanted results no matter how long it took even if it meant depopulating the islands in the process.

By lunch I really wanted to play pony with one of the bucks but I knew that the office staff loaded with gathering all of the information that this project needed could not take the time off to service my long cock. Francis served me lunch at my desk and I advised him to pack the saddlebag at which he smiled and nodded. I finished lunch shipped the required reports to the palace and the Archon’s office and set about doing a survey of the newly complete vineyards my brother had planned.

Francis met me outside the manor’s main entrance with my favorite horse ready to ride. I could tell by the smell of sex around him that Francis had already ridden one of the stable hands. I smiled and lightly brushed his tanned chest with a gloved hand as I French kissed him longingly. I think that he needed a good reward and starting to think about him with strawberries and thick cream and maybe one of the new bucks for his own personal training. Positions of power concerned many in my little community a great deal to my personal chattel but which of the new ones would he like.

As I considered the possible choices, I closely examined the work completed in the vineyard climbing up the mountainside. All of the serf born farm hands hard worked hard and I think that it was time that they celebrated their work and a party was never bad for the morale of the serfs. Then I saw someone partially hidden in the undergrowth at the top of one of the newly trellised vines. He was tall and well muscled with newly shortened blonde hair, just the way I like my serfs. He was one of the new serfs wearing the tight white cotton shorts that they all fresh bought wore before their initiation as full members of the estate. I recognized him as one of the potential troublemakers from the cell and quietly laughed. He was slowly stroking his cock oblivious of who was watching. I dismounted, grabbed the saddlebag and slowly crept up an adjacent furrow until I could hear his breathing and smell the sweat that must have been pouring off of his chest. I waited until I heard his breath shorten signaling his impending climax before I pounced on to him.

Within seconds, I had him pinned underneath of me with his left wrists behind his back and right hand still wrapped around his cock. He started to struggle but I had the upper hand and years of training for hand to hand combat can make you very strong. I think that he thought that it was one of the other serfs going to rape him again when he craned his neck to see his captor. At the sight of me he redoubled his efforts to shake me off of him but only enabled me to tighten my grip on him. As his struggles lessened I turned his head to see his tattoo to see which of the new ones I had caught with cock in hand. I almost laughed when I saw that it was one of the ones that had hatred in his eyes at the detention center, I was going to enjoy this. So, I thought, Michael AI643128E your education about the real domination was about to begin.

With leisure I reached through the vines to grab my saddlebag with all of its tools of training. I first pulled out of the saddlebag the leather wrist restraints and secured his left then reached for his right. His right palm was slick with sperm and the still moist earth of the furrow. With his wrists secure I then placed a wide leather collar around his neck. I then ripped the thin cotton shorts off of him so I could then survey his ass slowly and carefully and use the remnants of his shorts to tie his ankles securely.

I allowed him to roll over and into a sitting position. Sitting there he glared at me with a hatred that seemed all consuming causing me to smile as I pulled off my riding gloves. “Well serf, what did I tell you in the cell block?”

“To obey your rules.” He whispered to me. I waited a couple of seconds then stuck him with the gloves then waited again “Master” he seemed almost to choke on that word. Well he needed to learn the rules of this new reality and fast or he would end up as shark bait and that would have been a waste of a lot of potential.

“Well I am glad that was an easy lesion for you to learn,” I said shaking my head,” but you broken my first rule of the estate and therefore will have to face the punishment. The headman and your bunk buddy would have told you the basic rules that I set for all of my serfs and some of the punishments that have happened for breaking those rules.” I reached over and shoulder my saddlebag before I yanked him to his feet with one of the rings in the collar.

As he slowly shuffled to the end post of the trellis with his head down he muttered, “ but I thought I was alone and that no one would know about a quick hand job and with no women on the island what choice did I have, master?” Well it seemed he had learned to be respectful, it was a start at least.

I laughed as I pulled a short length of chain from the saddlebag and secured it to the post and to the collar. “You were not aware of anything around you and this is not Sunday when you can do as you can take pleasure from most of the man on the island and face no punishment from me.”

He stared at me for a brief moment then lower his gaze “I will not do so willingly master that was not the way I was raised” I grabbed his chin and raised his eyes to mine and saw the truth in them. I let him go letting his gaze fall to his bound feet as I walked behind him. I let him ponder the punishment that he would face or the pleasure that he would experience here in the vineyard.

I caressed his ass slowly and told him ”The world that grew you buck is gone and is now a glowing ruin on the horizon. You live in my world now and my word is the only law that you will ever hear for the rest of your life. As I said, live with me and my rules or die alone, the choice is yours and only yours. There are many, many more where you came from. All you will ever have to ask from me is to kill you in a merciful way and it will be done.”

“Well,” I said,” it is time that you learn more about the world where you now live.” and began to paddle his ass with my gloves. With each impact he let out a cry, each getting louder and hoarser until he was continually sobbing and calling for his dead mother. His ass cheeks were completely red when I stopped this phase and readied him for the next assault. I loosened my gun belt and let it fall next to the bag as I retrieved the tube of lubricant and coated his ass cheeks and puckering asshole with it. The gloves were still warm when I put them back on and then released my hard cock from the confines on my pants to position its tip of it on his quivering hole. I grabbed the collar and pulled him back sharply and onto my cock. As I slid home in the interiors of his ass he shook in pain and yelled even louder. I pulled him closer until the spasms of pain lessened and told him “ My impaling stake is not as big, nor as deadly as the one that you were facing in the hands of Security. Be thankful that I bought you for your fate would have been like those now cleaning up the charred ruins on the horizon or dying very slowly on a three foot wooden impaling stake up your American ass.” I could feel that he suddenly was faced with what his future could have been and seemed to surrender to this new fate.

I let him think for a moment with the head of my long cock resting comfortably in his ass. Then I felt him tighten his ass muscles around my cock. “Do with me as you will master, for I am yours.” I started slowly to fuck his tight and seemingly virgin ass with long tender strokes leaving the head of my cock in his ass. The heat of passion gradually swept over him and he started to beg for me to fuck him harder and faster. This was not rape by anyone's standards but my total position of him. I started to pound his ass for all its worth and wrap him in a tight bear like hug so that he felt the end of each and every stroke of my cock in his ass. I reached down and found that his cock had become rock hard again. As I held him closer to me I began to stroke his still slick cock with a gloved hand matching the pace that I was filling his ass with.

With a cry I plunged deep into his ass and flooded it with my seed. Shortly after that I stroked a second load from his cock. By then, we were both covered in a thick layer of sweat from the sun and from the fuck but I saw a look of ecstasy on his face and knew that he had learned his first lesion on Catalina. I still had to punish him for his breaking of my law but would not make it as severe as some in the past for he was ignorant of the ways of the new order and would have to be taught gently.