Catalina

A note from this author: the following is fan fiction based on the writings of S.M. Stirling. The setting is his alone and I just ran with the concept after the trilogy was released.

I was finally on leave and had a permanent stationed on Earth. I have spent more than a year since the war piecing back together our forces in the Trans-lunar area had been harder than the Archon had told me it was going to be. Let me introduce myself, Keith Igleson, Technical Section, Directorate of War, Domination of the Draka and new landowner. Service to the state.

Like most of my race, we had just fought and won the final war against the Yanks and since their thrice damned starship had finally left for Alpha Centauri we could get to the business of opening North America to settlement in certain areas. Most of the continent would be allowed to return to a natural state as the supple populace was relocated but sections of the coast were going to be used for several technical section projects. Loki be thanked, that I was given a land holding near the project where I would be assuming control of the mass drivers of Hawaii.

I decided that an island off the coast suited my temperament and so I was granted ownership and control of the entire island of Catalina.

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 center 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 serfs had been classified by Security as troublemakers and if not bought soon would be used by the labour 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 train’in and I was planning to give it to them. 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 their coveralls and folded them on their blankets, then stood feet apart with their hands clasped behind their 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 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 Keith Igelson, 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, and two looked straight at me with hate in their eyes. I smiled back at them for I knew their type and I would break them to my will or they might end up feeding the sharks off the island. 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 construction of 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 five 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 household. The Headman figured that this would help them adjust to their 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 brother’s when he visits, the rest of the population of the island was all young randy bucks. This meant that if they wanted to play pony 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 manservant Isaac served me breakfast next to the pool when he brought me a large towel. 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 workout, another way that he showed me that he was following my request and 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 dessert 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 with 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 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 administrators that I was able to save from the labour camps. They were all smart, obedient and very good-looking youthful bucks. As I trained them for their 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 their well-muscled bodies.

I listened to their reports and wonder what in all of the Gods name had caused the Yanks to detonate a massive sun bomb on an active volcanic island chain. I am still surprised that it did not sink the gods cursed island. Still, with luck, we could get the installation online 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 their mess since they set the dam device in their 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 the Archon wanted results no matter how long it took even if it meant depopulating the indigenous cattle. 

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 Draka cock. Isaac 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 surveying the newly completed vineyards.

Isaac met me outside the manor’s main entrance with my favourite horse ready to ride. I could tell by the smell of sex around him that he 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 to personal train. Positions of power concerned many in my little community a great deal to my 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 farmhands had 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 him partially hiding in the undergrowth at the top of one of the newly trellised vines. He was tall and very well-muscled with short 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 signalling his impending climax before I pounced onto him.

Within seconds, I had him pinned underneath me with his left wrists behind his back and his right hand still wrapped around his cock. He started to struggle but I had the upper hand and years of training in 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 hated 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 sobbed.

“Well I am glad that was an easy lesson for you to learn,” I said shaking my head,” but you broke 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 master, and with no women on the island what choice did I have.”

I laughed as I pulled a short length of chain from the saddlebag and secured it to the post and the leather collar. “You were not aware of anything around you and this is not after your work shift when you can do as you can take pleasure from most of the men 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 Yank. All you will ever have to ask from me is to kill you mercifully 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 of 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 Yank 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 took him over and he started to beg for me to fuck him harder and faster. This was not rape by their standards but my total position of him. I started to pound his ass for all its worth and wrap him in a tight bear 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 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 Draka and would have to be taught gently.

 PART TWO

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 for the day. With a sigh, I head up to the master’s chambers to see if those lazy bucks whose job is cleaning the manor have done things right. The master, he O.K. for a Draka, he is a thinker and a planner. 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 race has been raised, educated and trained to control those around them for centuries. With the war for the earth being 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 Keith is good to us, he makes sure that were are happy and doing something useful for the Draka, 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, Mars and the moon during his different postings. He now trusts me, as much as a Draka 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 is 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 despite the shape of the tower. Expect for all of the master's play equipment filling 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 slings and restraints over a large wrestling mat where the master would watch us compete for favours or pleasures. The loser 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 loser was still chained to a post in the play area after losing 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 wrestling 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 on 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 and 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 wrestling 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 and 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's 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 plantation 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 one's punishment at nightfall.

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 leather. 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 Isaac, 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 for I see and are willing to 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 master's pronouncement on this buck's fate.

In the silence that followed we all heard the master announce the buck's fate. We all knew that the master had caught him breaking one of the rules that made a life here. We were to all draw lots to assist in his punishment. He was to be 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 ones who would take pleasure from this buck.

The six winners lined up next to the buck as he was led 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 spits 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 hard pole down the buck's 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 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 a 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 were 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's 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 peeled out of his coveralls and began to deficate 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 deal with someone's shit. I knew that that buck was 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 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 consider 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 might 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 shower. The water was warm against my skin. I slowly caressed the buck washing the grime and piss that was glued off 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 

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. I was given the next two days to get the buck back onto his feet and begin his training as my assistant.

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 master's 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. That night, Michael quietly slept in my arms as I worked out a plan to train him and keep him from harm

 Part Three

The one thing that I really dislike in the whole domination is on-site inspections especially when they take me away from the plantation. Keith Igleson here. Newly semi-retired from the Technical Section of the Directorate of War, Domination of the Draka. Service to the state. 

I have enough worries finishing the installations on my plantation of Catalina, the former islands of Catalina in the former Yank state of California, to make the Gods shiver in panic. Now they wanted me to inspect the work on the mass lifter being rebuilt on the big island of former Hawaii. Ah well what the Archon wants, the Archon gets. The directorate at least gave me the means to get back and forth from the islands with an acceptable standard of comfort.

The ship that they gave me for this was sleek and elegant at more than hundred and fifty meters long with luxurious accommodations on board for more than a hundred citizens and all of their serfs. It also had three holds, one for rudimentary sleeping quarters for several hundred serfs on two separate decks. The second I had them convert into a serfs’ kitchen and gym. Some thought that the gym was a waste of space till I pointed out that this allowed me to lock down and separate whenever trouble arose. The third hold was for all the technical materials we would need to inspect and possibly get the Loki-driven mass driver working again. The ship's propulsion system used magnetic hydro-dynamics, which meant no moving parts and almost no maintenance. Crewed by several dozen retired janissaries who had proved their worth during the great war that ended the conflict. 

The crossing would take two or three days depending on the weather. Fine by me, but I needed to relax on this trip since I knew the condition of the installation in Hawaii. I was going to take more than half of the engineering team that I had under my command and a hundred or so of the plantation planters for the replanting of the island's lush forest or other labours and my administrative staff and my serfs.

The engineering team needed to see the state of the project with all of its cursed delays and cock-ups. The planters were going to see this as a vacation since they really did not have any real quotes to fill and only the very best of them had been selected for their good service to me and the Race. Most of my days were going to be filled with a series of technical meetings discussing all the possible problems and Yank-based issues. The nights were going to be an entirely different issue.

I was looking forward to the crossing since I had plans for some physical enjoyment for myself and the serfs during the crossings. I was going to supervise a wrestling competition of my serfs using their gym space and I would be getting to be able to ride a buck or two as either a reward or as a punishment for not competing hard enough. Either way, I would get what was mine.

Then the Technical section threw a Thor-sized hammer into the works, they wanted a larger planting crew. Since it was not wise to depopulate the island that meant that I was going to have to see what Security had collected from the ruins of Northern California again. That would add to our travel time and mean a stop at the ruins of San Francisco this time to see what was available since the southern sections were pretty much empty from the Sun bombs, earthquakes and the city-sized fires that ensued from the war.

My suite of rooms on the ship had been furnished similarly to the main house. A very large bed for multiple partners in the centre of the main room and an assortment of play equipment for riding my handsome and muscled bucks located in other smaller sleeping cabins. I saw that Isaac and his apprentice Michael had already been here to stow what I might desire to wear during our extended voyage and my freshly pressed uniforms for the inspection tour. I also decided to inspect the serf's quarters and mess to see that all was in readiness for the trip including a large view screen that I had installed. The techs thought that I was crazy but until I told him how I intended to use it they relented. Just the thought of seeing my bucks all oiled and wrestling and fucking on it caused my cock to twitch.

The mess area was large enough to accommodate everyone I was happy that the ship could carry all the planters without having to double bunk them. I was hoping to give the bucks a space to play on their own but with all of the new ones I hoped to collect I might need to use the second deck would have to be for them until they learned their place in this world. Maybe on the way back, I might allow the two groups to mix and allow them some playtime. It certainly would be an educational trip for the new cattle.

Now it was time to get everyone on board and give them the news about our little side trip. Having the serfs see the ruins would also give them something to consider since they could still be among the rubble and starving instead of my property and cared for. I heard a few grumbling about the delay of the contest but they were short-lived by the hard looks the foremen gave them and they boarded without another word.

As we sailed by the still-smoking ruins of southern California I had the feed displayed on the serf's view screen just to drive home that they were much better off than the few and scattered starving survivors and I heard that they were very quiet, some in tears in their eyes from the foremen and guards.

The former capital of the alliance had been hit using a kinetic launcher from space. The space rock had hit in the center of the bay and most of the city had been just washed away by the giant wall of water the impact had created and the earthquake that followed days later. That is what you got when you hit an active fault with a very big fast-moving rock.

It was nearly mid-afternoon by the time we anchored in the bay and were met by a vessel from Security. I went ashore with just a few of the foremen and a couple of the technical crew just in case we might get lucky. We knew the odds were long but they still were finding military techs coming out of surviving deep bunkers.

As I expected, most of the new ones were shell-shocked starving civilians and in rough shape. With food and a firm hand, they would adjust well. That added seventy-four more men to my plantation even though they had said they wanted a hundred. You take what you are given. Along with the new bucks I was able to get some black security batons that had a side handle and holster belts that had been discovered in a police warehouse on the outskirts of the city. I could use them as rewards for the foremen and the boss boys making them in a way a status symbol of who was in control. All the new ones had the pain cuffs in place and they had been given a short demonstration of what the bracelets could do and what type of misbehaviour would cause their use.

As we finished signing their ownership papers my eye was drawn to a video monitor displaying a sole male in a holding cell. He was wearing a camouflaged jumpsuit of some type, very interesting. I waved at the monitor and asked, “What about him, how much”

With a shrug, the security officer replied, “Newly caught in the last hour, we were going to hold him till we had more to process. Clear of radiation or biological contamination. Want to have a look?” I nodded and we headed to the holding cell to inspect the fresh meat.

As we approached the cell he looked up, in a way assessing the situation without nervousness or anger, very interesting indeed. I stood close to the bars with several of the guards close behind me but he did not move an inch.

“What’s your name meat?” I yelled at him and banged the bars with one of the new batons. I want to see if I could get a reaction.

His replay was crisp and without any emotion “Richard. Bellingham, Civil Defence Engineer, CT20130715.” Well, this was an Odin-sized surprise, a British or Yank military officer. Now I could have fun training this one. It was obvious from the Security officer’s reaction that this was not something he was expecting since any military dirt side had been routinely sent to one of the destructive labour camps or if their specialty was needed to one of Security's conditioning camps. Making him a very rare buck indeed.

Well, I wanted to see what I had to work with and ordered him to strip. He paused and saw that one of the guards was getting ready to enter the cell to force him to comply before he drew the zip fully down and let the jumpsuit drop to his ankles. No underwear, interesting, just a leather cord with a pair of ceramic discs. There was a lot of potential from what I saw. Time for a more physical inspection and I pulled out my leather gloves before the guards and I entered the cell.

He stood in the center of the cell watching me and the two guards approach him but did not react. Good, I like it when they are not completely broken in. I got no reaction when I lifted his ID tags over his head putting it in a pouch on my belt or when I looked him directly in the eye. He did react as I ran a gloved hand down his back and grabbed an ass cheek. I then gave his semi-hard cock and balls a good squeeze and got a reaction but not one I was expecting he seemed to enjoy it.

I could see that the Security tech sneered at me, well Hel take him. “Well meat you have only two choices, the first is a long and painful death in a labour camp, and the second is this.” At which point I unbuttoned my leather pants and pulled out my semi-hard cock and balls. “Your choices, death or to serve me in any way I wish”. He took a few seconds before sinking to his knees in front of me, eyes down, hands behind his back and his mouth slightly open. I waved back the guards and stood directly in front of him close enough that I could feel his breath on my cock and then the tip of his tongue on its head. Slowly almost as if he was worshiping it he tongued my cock head till I was semi-hard before sucking it into his mouth. The heat of his mouth drew me erect quickly and he started to lick its full length not missing a single spot. I could have grabbed his head and rammed it into his throat till I blew but I wanted to see how well he was willing to serve.

He seemed to know he was getting me close when he let my hard cock slip out of his mouth and started to bathe and tease my balls with his tongue and mouth slowly sucking on one and then the other. My hard cock left trails of saliva and precum on his cheeks.

When he returned to servicing my dick I saw that he had brought his hands forward and was starting to stroke his hard cock. I tapped the baton against my leg and told him, “Not yet Boy” and he pulled his arms back quickly. As much as I wanted this to last I had to get back to the ship I would give him a ride or two later on. With my dick now covered in his spit again I let it slip from his mouth and began stroking it furiously.

The first part of my load landed on his face and chest, the rest landed on his hard cock and balls. His cock was straining and I signaled him permission to relieve the pressure. He quickly grabbed his balls and started stroking his cock rapidly. Till his large load was mixed with mine on his chest and the tips of my riding boots.

As he regained his breath I adjusted my leathers and told him to clean my boots which he did with his tongue. As I left the cell and told the Security tech, “I'll take him as well.” I could see him start to protest this but I added “My orders come from the Palace and I could use him on this project. If not, I'll feed him to the sharks.” That at least got a grin from him. As one of the guards led him away to be cleaned up and processed I told the other one to stuff him back into the jumpsuit when they were done. He looked at me wondering why. “Simple,” I told him, “easier target acquisition” and we all laughed at that.

 Part Four

As the final shipment of the new serfs was being delivered to the ship, I headed to my cabin for a quick shower. The head foreman was waiting in the cabin along with Isaac and Michael. The trio bowed deeply as I entered Michael and Isaac had their hands covering their faces. I turned to the foreman first with the last-minute instructions regarding the new serfs. I told him that the competition would start after all of the serfs had had their meals and that he was to deliver Rich to my quarters as soon as he was on board. As he left, I turned to Michael and Isaac. I told Isaac my choice for tonight’s attire before telling Michael to gather meals for three from the Serfs galley and to serve mine in 20 minutes.

Isaac looked up from what he was doing and remarked, “Three?”

It was not worth replying, he would find out soon enough. The shower was cool and short. Just long enough to wash the dust and grime of the city off. My grey leather jodhpurs and black boots were laid out with Isaac holding open a white linen shirt as I towelled off and began dressing. Before I entered the main cabin, I stopped to strap on my gun belt with the controller just to reinforce who I was and drew Rich's dog tags from my loot pouch. As a final touch, I added a short leather flogger to my left side.

Rich was waiting there, eyes lowered almost in a parade rest position. Michael had returned and the three evening meals waited on their table. All but Michael bowed to me as I entered the cabin since he was already kneeling in front of his meal. “Richard Bellingham, WE11874A as requested Master.” the guard remarked before bowing and leaving the cabin. On seeing me Rich sank to his knees and began unzipping the camouflage coveralls to his navel.

I smiled as I tossed his dog tags onto the dining table and remarked, “Maybe after dinner and a talk Buck but, not right now. I am rather hungry” With that I took my place at the head of the table a motioned to all to start their evening meal. Rich was unsure what to do till Isaac pointed to the meal across from him which he quickly moved to and began eating. They all ate in silence, Rich finishing first followed by Michael. I could feel the tension between the two of them and I knew how to proceed. Isaac was taking his time and watching them and me for any reactions.

As desert was being served to me I felt the ship slip her moorings and with a surge, the ship headed out into the bay towards the ocean. Below you could hear a gong being sounded to signal the night meal for the bucks in the hold. It might have been the first good meal for the new ones had seen in quite a while. It would be some time before all of the plantation hands had gotten their meals and eaten giving me plenty of time to see what use Rich could be.

Sipping some of my wine, I powered up my portable comp and moved it closer to me on the dining table, attached a scanning pen and scanned the bar code on the dog tags. It took a few moments to find his record retrieved from the cracked military cores we had recovered. I scanned it rapidly and noticed a photo attached, an ID card maybe. So this buck was a prize find. One with civil defence engineering knowledge. That would come in handy trying to decipher Yank technical specs.

I powered down the comp with a sigh and stood by my table. “Come here Buck,” I ordered pointing to a spot on the floor in front of me. He quickly got up and stood in the spot I directed with his gaze on the floor. I waited silently as he quickly realized that he should be on his knees. As a final gesture, I saw him clasp his hands behind his back with a very quiet “Yes Sir” as his response.

I could see the other two’s reactions. Michael had stiffened at this apparent lack of proper address but Isaac just raised an eyebrow, he knew me a lot better and this was more of a private discussion than a public one. “That response is acceptable in private Buck, in Public, it’s Master. Am I understood?”

Being newly caught and quickly bought he would have a steep learning curve ahead of him. “Yes Sir, Ah Master,” was the final response.

“Ah, Rich, What am I to do with you?” He certainly would make a great mount and a hard worker but I needed what was in his head more than anything. This was going to have to be handled very carefully as if with a soft leather glove.

He looked up quickly before resting his gaze back on the floor. “What you will I guess, Sir.” He was still unsure if this was public or private.

I had to laugh. It was the truth after all. “That’s correct Buck, that I will. You are after all a rare find. A find with the knowledge what could help up bring this world back from the brink that the war caused.” Michael’s expression was a confused mixture of anger and survivor's guilt. Best to quench that before anything else. “Michael, do you recognize him?” He paused before he shook his head. “what he is wearing then?” with this he nodded 

“Master, it is the standard uniform of the Civil Defence Force, His patch is missing so I don’t know which branch he was in but his lot was supposed to protect us.” He seem to want to say more but stopped himself. That explains his anger, it was time to give him something else to think about.

I looked at Rich and said, “Tell him”. I could see him thinking about how much to tell without having this turn into an angry fight. He turned to face Michael and spoke softly.

“My unit was part of the team overseeing the expansion and upgrading of the shelters in San Fransisco so that we could house more in each shelter. Just before the war I got moved to oversee the new shelter at the New Trans Pacific tower and got locked in with my crew. If you were on this side of the bay, you were comfortable and safe. I doubt that my partner was as lucky in Oakland but I guess I will never know for sure.”

Michael just stared at him, they both shared the same grief and knew of someone dear who was lost. He also knew who potentially had saved him from the slow death of radiation poisoning or starvation. At least that was something as Michael’s shoulders slumped and he started to weep and to be comforted by Isaac’s tender embrace. When the weeping had subsided and Michael was close to his normal self, I directed him to head down to see if the arrangements for the competition were nearing completion. After he left I directed Isaac to see to Rich’s new attire with a few suggestions as to one role that all would accept without question.

 part five.

The last several days have been spent partially with various Combine techs in the day and watching the Bucks wrestling their way to the top. The only real constants have been the slow swells of the Pacific Ocean on the view screens and watching Rich adjust to his new life in my household. He may not have noticed me watching him talk with Isaac and Michael or how for the most part, him thinking in a quiet corner during the various meetings. I know that the nightly competitions were certainly eye-opening for him.

Tonight would be the round where I and the headman would see who might become his apprentices as the group of 16 became 8 winners. But first I had another meeting with another group of techs about a Yank power plant off the coast of the main island. As I entered the room the group of tech huddled around one end of the table bowed in unison. I watched as Rich took his normal spot, kneeling on a cushion in the corner. On the table was a pile of blueprints that they were able to salvage. I assumed that they had figured them out at this point but they were still discussing if some of the plans were in some form of code since they could not figure out any of the measurements.

Some appeared to be quite clear but others were not and I understood their concern. How were we ever going to get this backup and running if we could not understand the drawings? I happen to glance at Rich and I saw a raised eyebrow, maybe he had the answer.“You have a suggestion, Buck?” I asked. I saw him nod and I waved at the pile of paper before me.

He quickly sorted through the pile, organizing them as he went till the master blueprint was the top document and he started to scan the main page as if he was looking for something. Buried in a lower corner was the watermark of who drew up this set and I could hear him mumble “Bloody Americans” and “sloppy”. With a sigh, he looked at me and asked, “Master, you use the metric system?” I nodded. “I see the difficulty, These appear to be drawn using the American standard imperial measuring and the draftsman got lazy. The numbers with a slash appear to be in thirty seconds of an inch. They never put the second number down on each measurement. From there it is just a matter of knowing that each inch is twenty-five point four millimeters. Not sure the conversion from millibars to kilo-pascals but this should help them sort this out.”

I watched the techs suddenly start working their slates for the conversions and building up a table that they could use to read the blueprints I told them we would meet tomorrow once they had done their work and they could then tell me if we could reactivate the power plant. I waved Rich to the door as they bowed and continued with their calculations.

Outside the meeting room, I paused and turned to Rich. “Well played Buck,” I said “You gave them just enough to get them started in the right direction.”

With a grin, he replied, “Master, I did not think they needed to know that I could have created those blueprints in my sleep. I just pointed out something that they had never encountered before.” I nodded to that and started toward my cabin with him in tow. As we entered the cabin, I noticed that he was scowling a bit and deep in thought, “I think that set was a rush job, that would explain the sloppy workmanship,” he explained and I had to laugh, a Buck who was critical of another's work might be dead now.

Since it was still early for lunch, I decided to give Isaac and Michael a task to see if they could get Rich properly clothed including a set of gym apparel and other clothing other than the bland coveralls he was wearing plus a personal trunk to store his clothing on the ship. It was a sign that Rich was becoming a member of the house staff. With the three gone, I was able to clear several other issues in private and change into black nylon running shorts and a black T-shirt for a post-lunch workout before they returned with a light lunch and all the gear for Rich which was stowed in one corner of the cabin. Rich was now dressed in dark slacks, a white linen shirt and soft-soled shoes that was the usual uniform for my close personal servants.

As the lunch dishes were cleared by Isaac and Michael, Rich sat quietly at the table, eyes down, not sure what to do next or what his duties were going to be till dinner. I decided that this Buck needed a diversion and granting him access to my private gym was just the thing. It was a privilege that Isaac and Michael already had and used regularly with the minimal duties they had on ship and I wanted to see how he looked in running shorts and t-shirt. “Buck, you will need to change your clothes if you are to accompany me to my private exercise space. I am sure that Isaac made sure that you will be dressed appropriately.”

He looked up and thought for a second before quickly heading to his trunk and pulling out several items and entering the bathroom to change. A few minutes later he emerged in green running shorts that looked a bit too large for him and a tight black T-shirt. He had placed his slacks and shirt on a hanger that he carefully draped over his trunk before approaching me. I motioned him to follow me and we climbed up a deck to a door near the exterior of the ship. Next to it was a plate scanner and I instructed him to place his right hand on the plate before I said, “Scan and Authorize entry”. The plate hummed and the door clicked open. I told him that whenever he was given free time that he could use this room to exercise as long as he cleaned up after himself.

The exercise room was not a large space but it was well equipped with a variety of weight training machines bolted to the deck with a stationary bike and rowing machine near the two large windows. I had the steel deck covered in thick mats to cushion the sound in the room and to make the space more inviting. From a caged rack, I retrieved a couple of towels and threw one to the buck before heading to the rowing machine for a couple of kilometers as a good warm-up. Rich checked out all the machines closely before settling on the stationary bike for a slow ride to work out some kinks in his legs.

After three thousand meters, I decided to work on my arms and with the towel draped around my neck, I adjusted the weights, settled into the seat on the machine, closed my eyes and started my first set of 5 reps. As I finished my sixth set, I heard something, popped open my eyes and found Rich standing next to the machine looking down at me with a sly smile on his face. “Yes Buck, did you want me to show you how to use this machine?”

He shook his head before sinking to his knees between my legs, looked around just to ensure that we were alone and replied, “Well Sir, I think that this is the perfect time and place for something else and this time, I won’t have to rush.” With that, he slowly slid his hand along my thigh, under my black nylon shorts and fished out my semi-hard cock from the inner pouch of the running shorts. 

At first, he licked its length from base to tip till it was coated in his spit before letting the tip into his mouth and sucking gently getting me hard quickly. Once he achieved that he slowly swallowed the rest till he reached its base and equally as slowly backed off till just the head remained in his mouth. He was not interested in a quick blow job but something more, he was edging me with skill and taking pleasure in showing me what he could do. He could sense how close I was and let things subside a bit and I took the opportunity to remove the running shorts so that he had full access to my balls as well and settled back, elbows on the armrests, closed my eyes and let him continue. He got me close again and I was about ready to blow a load when an alarm sounded breaking the silence and the mood and my eyes snapped open.

I got quickly dressed and Rich and I headed out to my cabin where we found the headman waiting for me. Rich retreated to one corner as I heard about the disturbance that caused the alarm and we discussed how to deal with the issue. Since the problem was a public one, we agreed that the discipline would also be public. He bowed and left leaving me thinking about a shower before dinner. I decided that Rich was going to join me in the shower, a small way to thank him for his service this afternoon. 

I motioned him to join me in my bathroom before stripping out of my running shorts and T-shirt. With the hot water running, I stripped him out of his running shorts and T-shirt before pulling him under the spray of water and giving him a long passionate kiss. The shower was more to get clean than a prelude to another round of pleasure between us at least at this point.

The buck towelled me dry before drying himself and I started to think about what to wear for the night's competition before the Buck spoke up and said that he had an idea as to what I should wear for tonight. Intrigued I nodded for him to proceed and he gather several items that I had not seen before. First, was a black leather harness several centimeters wide with a strap leading down to my crotch. Then came a leather cock ring that anchored that strap followed by a jockstrap with a removable pouch. Over all that, black leather chaps and a tight black vest. The final items were a pair of high polish boots, a flogger that he attached to my left side, a black and red armband on my left arm and a leather officers cap that he presented to me kneeling. I donned the cap and looked into the full-length mirror. The Buck had taste and I exuded a feeling of power with what I was wearing.

Rich rushed out to dress in his own set of leathers that he had been wearing over the past several nights and met me at the dining table in his chaps and vest with a new jock with a red stripe on the pouch and a pair of tall boots matching mine with a red and black armband worn on the right arm similar to the one I had. I guess that it had some significance that the Buck would fill me in on.

Isaac and Michael arrived with dinner they chatted about the reason for this afternoon's alarm and speculated as to who caused it. They paused when they saw how I was dressed and nodded at Rich who may have been the force behind my dress and they grinned at how I looked. The buck was earning points from what I overheard.

With dinner out of the way, we headed down to the hold, Isaac and Michael ahead of us and were already in their assigned spots when I arrived. Rich was playing his part without the need for the leash and was following me carrying a tray with the night's bottle of wine and goblet that he set on the side table on the dais. The gathered throng of bucks bowed as I entered and waited for me to signal the start of tonight’s competition. Before that, it was time to hand out some discipline.

I stood before my chair looking at the gathered bucks and motioned to the headman to come forward. Behind him was Sean, one of my older hands and the buck who was facing discipline and the one he had approached, It looked like one of the newly bought bucks looking ill at ease in the badly fitted coveralls. “Before the matches begin, there is a matter that must be dealt with first.” I declared and took my seat.

The headman bowed and spoke loud enough that all in the space could hear him. “This buck is accused of breaking the rules of consent and witnessed my most here.” Most of the bucks know when they are told No, that they should find a more willing partner. I needed to hear from the new one first before I passed judgment and waved him forward.

“Your Name Buck?” I asked keeping my tone even.

“William, Master” I heard in a soft voice. He had his eyes down and did not look at me or the one that stand accused.

“Tell me your side of this, William and be truthful I do not like false accusations of this type” I saw him swallow a couple of times before he started to speak.

“Well Master I was in line for dinner and he approached me and asked if I would like to have sex with him. I told him that I was straight and that I do not have sex with anyone but a woman. He laughed at that and asked again before he added that he thought that I would learn to enjoy it at which point I screamed No and that I was not Gay” I could see from the group of Bucks nodding their heads that this was how it transpired.

“Sean, what do you have to say about this?” I asked quietly and he dropped to his knees before he spoke.

“I am sorry master, what he said is true and I might have pressed him too much and I did not expect his outburst. I guess that he thinks that only the menfolk are needed for this trip and the women folk are back on the island waiting for us which is why I laughed at him. I will accept my punishment for crossing this line.”

Knowing Sean, he did not expect such a reaction and he has always followed the rules so I was going to be lenient with my sentence. “Sean, you are a good buck and I think your would-be partner was not completely informed and should have realized by now that the present is not like the past. You will be in chastity for the next seven days with a large cage restraining your member.” He nodded and let his shorts drop to his ankles allowing the headman to install the large anchor ring and cage which was locked in place and drew up his shorts before bowing to me. 

Time to give the new Bucks a reality check and turned my attention to William. “William, you need to know one thing, you are no longer straight as you call it. My holdings are staffed by men only and the next time you have sex with a female will be in your dreams only. Accept that and you will have a good life and may find solace in manly love, reject that and you will have a very lonely one since none of the other bucks will touch you after this without your consent and most will shun you for this. This warning is for all of you new bucks that you are now in a completely different world than the one you had.” The look of shocked horror on William’s face was well worth it as he retreated from the dais to sit alone on one of the benches to his thoughts.

As I sat, Rich handed me a glass of wine and whispered in my ear, “Before you ask, the answer is Yes” before returning to his cushion and shooting me a wide smile. I realized what he said and gave the pouch of my Jock a quick squeeze and he nodded and smiled again. I had a prize after the matches and the faster they were over, the longer I would have to savour the night.

The eight matches went faster and smother than I expected and I had to admit that I was rooting for one in particular who had shown strength and thinking during each match he fought and I was glad that Coran had once again used wit and strength to defeat his opponent quickly and he bowed to me before heading over to the loot area to choose another bit of gear and took control of the one he beat for a night of pleasure of his choosing.

With the matches over, I headed back to my cabin followed by Isaac, Michael and Rich following me. Once there, Isaac and Michael headed to their room and Rich stood by the dining table for any instruction. I told him to follow me with the remaining wine and two glasses. I headed to my bedroom and he placed the wine and glasses on a side table before excusing himself to use the Serfs bathroom first, giving me time to relax on my bed with my legs splayed a little after detaching the flogger. I did not think that I was going to need this tonight. 

When he returned, he started to remove his boots and I told him to keep them on. I wanted him as he was, dressed fully in his leathers. I decided to do the same even if the boots might damage the sheets and poured us both a glass of wine. I would let him decide how the night unfolded and how far it went. I handed him a glass and lounged on the bed legs splayed wider waiting for him to make the first move even though I could force this.

He took a sip from his glass and approached me slowly. With one hand he placed the glass on the table and in the other he popped the snaps on the pouch of my jock. Putting it to his face he inhaled deeply several times smelling the scent of the leather and my sweat from the pouch and smiled. He knelt near the bed and began licking my right boot giving it a sheen on top of the high polish from his spit. From there, he worked slowly up my right leg leaving a shiny trail on the chaps. When he reached my crotch he lapped and sucked my balls before swallowing me in one shot even as I got hard giving him a growing mouthful. Once I was nearly hard, the Buck worked his way up from there along the center of my chest. From that point, he decided to get on top of me before sucking each nipple erect. I could feel my cock sliding between his ass cheeks lubed by his spit and my pre-cum as he decided to kiss me long and hard.

I looked at him and asked, “Is this what you want?” and with a smile, he nodded. The Buck wanted to be fucked but as I went to grab a condom he shook his head before saying that the very first time he wanted me to blow my load inside of him as a sign that his ass was mine and mine only. He then reached back and to lubed my cock and his hole before another kiss. With him straddling my hips he positioned my hard cock against his lubed hole and I thrust upwards filling him in one stroke. He let out a gasp followed by a moan of pleasure as he became accustomed to my hard cock.

If I was going to fuck this special Buck right, I needed to change position and after a few slow thrusts, I allowed my cock to slip out of his hole, grabbed him close to my chest and quickly flipped him onto his back on the bed. As my boots hit the floor I positioned his boots on my shoulders and slowly reinserted my cock so that he could feel every centimeter of it rub against his prostate. 

A slow fuck is always best when the Buck had not been fucked in a while. It gives them time to adjust and for both of us to enjoy the ride I grabbed his jock and gave his cock a squeeze and found that his jock also had a removable pouch. Popping the four snaps I freed his cock which was already hard and I lubed it with my spit before I started stroking it in a counter rhythm to each thrust.

I could see that the Buck was enjoying every second but I was getting close and decided to pick up the pace. Releasing his cock I grabbed his thighs and began to thrust faster till I could hear my balls slapping against his ass cheeks. He began stroking his cock matching my pace and I felt his hole tighten as he shot his load over his chest in several bolts. I quickly followed, filling his ass with my load and we smiled at each other.

I quickly cleaned his ass crack and my cock before licking up the pools of cum from his chest and vest. I then rearranged the pillows so that we could be comfortable as we finished the wine before heading to sleep. With a long kiss goodnight, Rich cuddled up to me with his head on my chest with my arm resting on his chest and drifted off. In the morning, Isaac found us in the same position still dressed in our leathers sound asleep and decided not to wake us at my usual breakfast time.