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Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 1: How It Started - Danny
I admit it, I love jockstraps. You might as well know that right from the start. And that's exactly what got me into trouble. I also love what a jockstrap is holding up, a guy's cock and balls, and of course it barely covers the guy's pubic hair, and sometimes a lot shows, which I also love. I particularly enjoy a sweaty jockstrap worn by a sweaty jock, uh, athletic guy.
I'm a junior at Clarmont High, that makes me just turned 17. I'm white, 5'11", 160 lbs., 28" waist, nice bod, not all muscly, but a nice flat ab, good pecs for a guy my age, hairless, pretty small pink nips, a nice crop of curly black hair in my sweaty pits and same for my pubes with a narrow string of hair running from my belly button to my pubes. It's like my dick springs from a hairy forrest when I look down there or in the mirror. I love running my hand along my leg hair, which is also curly but short so I don't look all hairy. Now for the family jewels: my dick is about 5 inches soft and 7 inches hard. Just so you know and don't have to guess, I jerk off at least twice a day, when I wake up and before I go to sleep (I'll bet you used to do the same), but sometimes I sneak in one or two extra if I'm feeling really horny. Young guys have lots of sexual energy and we have to work it off one way or another.
I'm not sure how to describe my looks. I have a pretty ordinary face, blue eyes, blond hair, narrow, straight nose - very preppy looking. My mouth is a little too wide but it curves up at the corners in a friendly way. With my nice build, blond hair and masculine face, I get a lot of looks from the girls - and from the guys.
I live with my Mom and Dad in a very upscale part of Clarmont. I have an older brother, Ken, 18, a senior, and a younger brother, Gary, 15, a freshman. All of us being at the same school can make for some tense times if we're on the outs at home. And then there's the problem for Gary, my younger brother and for me, of living up to an older brother's achievements. My older brother, Ken, is a star athlete, he starts on the football team at wide receiver, he's tall and sort of thinish, and at shortstop on the baseball team. He wrestles during the winter so he's pretty strong and is very proud of his body. I can tell. He spends so much time in the john just looking at himself in the full length mirror, which he doesn't know I know, at least he didn't when this all started.
Gary is just a younger version of Ken. Like Ken, he started on a team right away, first the soccer team, then swim team and tennis in the spring. I'm the outlier. I've made the track team, which is lucky because there's indoor track during the winter and outdoor in the spring. I run middle distances like the 200 and 400 yard races. I'm pretty fast, no world record pace, but fast enough to start and win more than half of my races. I love running. I love the sweat, and the feeling in my legs, the strength and the tiredness, pushing myself. I'm in another world when I run, completely lost in the race and in my own body. Now I have to tell you a secret. I sometimes take my sweaty track team jock home instead of turning it in to be washed at school like we're supposed to. I put it over my face and sniff all that boy sweat mixed with a little piss smell and the oder of my genitals, which I'm giving a good tug while I smell the jock. I shoot in no
time and then sometimes I wipe up the cum with the jock and then bring it to school the next day and wear it during my workout and practice. Weird right?
We have four house slaves. They wear bikini shorts. That's it, nothing else except of course their metal collars, wrist and ankle bands, and genital bands. Like all slaves, they're hairless below the eyes. Sometimes I have Tim, he's the youngest slave, about 17, stand in front of me naked so I can stare at his hairless pits (I make him put his hands behind his head) and pubes while I jerk off. It turns me on. He has a great body because he's required to work out three times a week so he has a ripped abdomen, biceps, and perfect round globes for an ass. Then I make him lick the cum off me, or the floor if that's where I shot, but I like having him lick me, it's so sensual.
Well, when my parents built the house, when we were just young kids, they decided the three of us should share a room, a very large room with its own bathroom, but still just one room. We each have a single bed, closet, bureau and desk, so we spend a lot of time together, not always happy time. It started when Ken turned adolescent. He was embarrassed for us to see the hair in his pubes and his large cock and balls. Well, he was only 13 so it's understandable, but it led to lots of fights because Gary and I didn't understand what the big deal was. And then there was his masturbating. He did that in the bathroom so we couldn't get in it lots of times.
When I got into puberty, I fully understood then how he must have felt `cause I felt the same way about Gary seeing me (and I didn't much like Ken seeing me either). Then there were two of us monopolizing the bathroom and Gary would get really pissed until he reached puberty and then he got it. Well we had a brothers meeting, which we did from time to time to settle festering issues. We decided that since we were all now jerking off, we would do it in the open, in the bedroom and that freed up the bathroom - and, it meant I could watch my brothers shoot which was a gas. Of course, they could watch me as well. That was pretty embarrassing at first, but we all got used to it and just spewed cum whenever we felt the need.
Yeah, we did have contests about who could shoot the furthest. We'd line up and then each of us stroke off at the same time. Ken usually won. The one who shot the shortest had to lick up the mess and that was mostly Gary, but sometimes it was me and rarely it was even Ken. I guess he'd already cum a few times that day. At first I hated the taste but with time, I kinda grew to like it and sometimes I made sure I'd lose so I could slurp all that cum. We'd use our belts on the ass of whoever was licking, which encouraged him to mover faster. My problem was sometimes I got hard again while they were fanning my ass and my tongue was slurping up all that cum. This did not go unnoticed by my brothers I later learned. I was scared they'd see me hard and I'd try to hide my boner by how I placed my body.
It was legal to sell your kids into slavery when they were 14 and Tim's mother, having to support three other kids all by herself, did that to Tim. He's told me he was crushed when the slave police came to collect him. She hadn't told him, I suppose worried he'd run away, so it was a complete shock to him. And then to be stripped naked in front of his brother and two sisters, as well as his Mom, just left him in tears of humiliation, he's told me. Off he went, lost his body hair, which he'd only had for a year, had the slave "S" tattooed on his ass and chest, a permanent wide ring fitted around his cock and balls which left him half hard most of the time, rings through his nips (he said that really hurt, both when they did it and for the next couple of weeks), and then four months of intense and unrelenting slave training which ended with the insertion of a nose ring.
He was auctioned off and was bought by a guy who just wanted him to be his fuck boytoy. Tim hated it, but what choice did he have? He was kept naked (like many slaves) and his Master would make him run around so he could watch his balls and cock bouncing around. When he reached 16, His Master found him too old for a boy bitch and put him up for auction. As it happened, Dad thought we needed another slave and he thought a young guy might be just what the three of us needed, so he bought Tim and he's been with us ever since and I hope always will be. I think I may be in love with him. Maybe Dad will let me take him with me when I go to college.
Well, that's a lot of background isn't it? But you needed it to follow what happened. One day I was stretched naked on my bed looking at a naked Tim. I'd put some clothespins on his nips, something he actually taught me, and I had done the same to myself, I liked the feeling, it excited me and made my dick extra hard. I had my sweaty track jock over my face, but not over my eyes, and I was stroking away almost ready to shoot, breathing hard and moaning a little, when Ken walked in.
"What are you doing, asshole?" he asked.
What could I say? "Really Ken, duh, I'm jerking off so please leave me alone and I'll be done pretty quick. I was ready to cum when you walked in, so just butt out."
"How come you have Tim standing there naked with pins on his tits?"
"Hey, bro, just butt out and let me finish this off, if I even can now."
"Butt out like hell," he said, "how'd you like to be used like you're using Tim? Let him go and you can do the deed all by yourself."
"Like hell," I said, "not your business."
"Well I'm making it my business. Take that disgusting jock off your face and let Tim go." He was coming after me and I was sort of defenseless, lying there naked with pins on my nips and a rapidly fading hard-on.
"OK, OK. Tim you get dressed and scoot. Ken and I have something to settle." So Tim pulls up his shorty shorts and out he goes. I stand up and try to muster some dignity, not easy standing there naked.
"OK little bro, lets see how you like it. Stand right in front of my bed and put your hands behind your head. Oh, and leave the pins on."
"I will not."
"Oh yes you will," and he tackled me and got me in some very painful wrestling hold. "Ready?"
"OK, OK Ken, just take it easy." So he got naked and lay down on his bed. I had to stand there with my hands behind my head. Well, looking at his great bod, and watching him stroking, plus my humiliating situation, got me hard and I soon had a boner. A boner I couldn't touch because I knew I had to keep my hands right where they were, behind my head, displaying my armpits for Ken.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming" he shouted and he shot a white stream that landed on his pillow, his face, his chest, abdomen and pubes, plus his hand of course. I knew what was coming next and I was right. He had me lick up all the cum from his pubes to his face, so I got on all fours over Ken and lowered my head and for the first time licked his hot body.
"Satisfied?" I asked when I was done licking. Ken looked at my boner.
"You enjoyed that didn't you you, Danny (my name)?" Well I admitted I had. He made me tell him what I liked. Eventually, he got it out of me that I enjoyed the hurt of the tit pins and the humiliation of what he'd made me do. That was the truth but I wish I never told him that, because that was just the beginning.
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