This is a work of fiction. The characters are invented. It is intended solely for the fantasy entertainment of persons, age 18 or older, who want to read about gay sex and male slavery. If you are not at least 18 years old and/or this is not what you want, read no further.
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Brothers & Slaves: Characters so far:
Danny 17, currently the narrator, high school junior, on soccer & track teams; Ken 18, Danny's older brother, athletic body, high school senior, plays football, baseball & wrestles; Gary 15, Danny's younger brother, young stud, high school freshman, footballer; Tuck 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Don, soccer & track; Don 17, boyhood best friend of Danny and Tuck, backup quarterback. Joey, 16, teammate of Danny and leader of team's turning him into their shaved cocksucker; Tim, 17, personal house slave of Ken, Danny and Gary; Mr. Howard, owner, a slave training facility.
Previously: Danny has been made a "slave" in practice though not in law by his older and younger brothers, with the help of Danny's teammates. His pubes, genitals, crack, arms and legs have been shaved and he is forced to give his brothers blowjobs on command and to accept their fucking him. He is required by them to be naked in the large bedroom/study room the three share along with their personal slave Tim. Danny cannot escape his new found slavery because his brothers have pictures and videos of him performing all sorts of humiliating and sexual acts as if he were doing so from his own desire. If he does not obey his brothers, they have threatened to put the pics and recordings on the worldnet along with his real name. For Danny, that would mean complete disgrace and humiliation before his friends and parents. Danny's brothers have had his nipples ringed, a genital band, just like real slaves must wear, installed permanently along with a permanent titanium ball band, stretcher and separator. The boys' parents are completely unaware of what has been happening among the boys.
Chapt. 11: Learning - Danny
I was sweating in the hot sun, locked into a standing stocks, blindfolded, a plug up my ass and a penis gag in my mouth. Through a tube within the gag, I was receiving a constant though very slow stream of piss. I had no choice but to swallow it. My training Master, Mr. Howard, had also hung small bells from my nipple rings and from my ball ring. Every movement I tried to make was announced by the tinkling of the bells. My entire head was encased in a black mesh bag pulled tight under my chin and cinched around my throat. It was the most helpless, the most under a man's control, the most turned on, the most like a true slave I had ever felt. My brothers had seen to it that I no longer had hair on my body, permanently gone from my ringed balls, my genital banded cock and my lower pubes where the genital band met that area. The rest was just a smooth body shave. While I contemplated my situation and my nature as I endured the restraints, what I was unaware of was what my brothers were doing. I only learned of this later.
Brothers & Slaves Chapt. 12: Meanwhile... Ken & Gary
After Ken and Gary had left Danny at the slave training facility, they drove back toward the city. When they were about halfway home, they stopped at a place for lunch and had a beer each along with their sandwiches. Apparently they were feeling pretty good about arranging slave training for their brother, and having marked him with multiple rings, so they ordered a second round of beers. One thing led to another and Gary, the younger and more forceful of the two, offered Ken a challenge. They would each chug another beer, then get barefoot, and run all the way around the building 3 complete times, finally return to their table and chug another beer. The loser would have to submit to the winner and do whatever he was told to do from that moment Saturday until noon Sunday. While both played varsity football, Ken figured he was both older and stronger so he was sure he could win. Then Gary would essentially be his slave for the next 20 or so hours. He was also sure he could hold his liquor better than his brother. Ken accepted the challenge and they ordered the two beers each would need. These would be numbers three and four.
Ken got to start the contest so he just said, "ready, get set, GO." Both quickly chugged their beers with Ken slightly faster. He reached down to take off his socks and sneakers and started out the door. Given his start, Ken led on the first lap around the bar with Gary maybe 20 yards back. On the second lap, Gary closed to within a couple of yards of Ken, who was starting to feel winded and was no longer sure this had been such a good idea. Gary, at almost 16 to Ken's 18, with a lithe build coming in at 5'11", 170 lbs. now definitely had the advantage. Running over grass, dirts, and especially some gravel had hurt the bare feet of both. Gary was first into the bar, sweat running down his face, his T- shirt soaking wet. He grabbed his beer at the table, started chugging and only then sat down. Ken followed him by 5 or 10 seconds, collapsed into his seat and then started drinking his beer. He was desperate. Gary was clearly going to win unless he did something.
Ken raised his leg under the table and shoved his foot with all the force left in him right into Gary's crotch and balls. Gary grunted, shouted a loud "ouch you dirty fucker" and kept right on drinking. Ken tried the maneuver a second time but now Gary was ready. As Ken's foot came toward him, he shoved his chair backward, grabbed Ken's foot and twisted as hard as he could. Ken screamed in pain and dropped his beer. Gary sat back and drained his, laughing at his brother. "Your ass is mine, Bro, starting right now. Now strip down to just your shorts and we'll sit here a few minuted before we head home for some real fun.
Ken was extremely unhappy with the way things had turned out. He realized that he should have taken into account the lighter, lithe body of his brother and never accepted the challenge. He felt tricked into it but he had lost. He stripped off his soaking T shirt, revealing a fine set of pectorals and muscled arms. There was the hint of a treasure trail heading into his jeans and just a small crop of mid chest hair. Really only a few dark strands. Now he had to get the jeans off. This, he thought, is really going to be embarrassing but he'd lost and he was a man of his word, so he scrunched down in his chair, unbuckled, and slid his jeans down, hoping no one else would see. He was wearing a pair of short form fitting lycra boxer/briefs, blue with orange dots. They left little to the imagination between how tight and short they were and the fact they were soaked in sweat.
"Stand up and lets see how you're looking Bro," ordered Gary. Most reluctantly, his face and chest scarlet from blushing, he slowly rose. Gary had him turn around 360 degrees so everyone in the bar could get a view of his studly embarrassed brother. The only clothing Ken now wore was the shorty boxers. He was otherwise naked. Gary loved toying with Ken's mind in this way. He'd done similar things before yet he doubted Ken would fall for this one, but he did. And now Gary figured he had his second slave (plus Tim, of course).
Gary grabbed all of Ken's clothing and set it aside. "One for the road, Bro. Why don't you go get them."
"Please, Gary, I'm almost naked. Don't make me do this."
Gary laughed at Ken and said "Get the beers, boy." Ken understood all too well what that "boy" meant. He stood, and as confidently as he could pretend to be, he crossed to the bar. Every head in the place turned to watch him. He was a fine figure of young male flesh. Ken ordered the beers and only then realized he had no money. He had to walk back to Gary, ask for the money like he was a kid (or a slave), then return to the bar where he paid up and then brought the beers back to the table. These would be number five for each in less than 60 minutes.
Ken moved to sit down after placing the beers on the table. "Did I say you could sit, boy?" asked Gary with a wide smile.
"I guess not Gary but come on...."
"Boy, you don't get it, It's `Sir' not Gary, now ask politely. Ken was fuming inside but controlled it.
"Sir, please may I sit to drink my beer?"
"Yes, boy, sit right here on the floor by me."
"Oh, come on, Gar...uh...Sir, don't you think you're taking this a little far?" asked Ken.
"Obviously not, boy, now sit." So Ken went over to Gary's chair and sat on the floor beside him. "No, no boy, kneel, like any slave would." Ken most slowly, rose to his knees, his bare chest and feet visible to all. "Now you may drink boy," said Gary. In his nervousness, Ken just tilted the bottle back and chugged the entire thing. Gary was pretty impressed with Ken's drinking ability. He finished his own beer more slowly, then had Ken pick up the pile of his clothing and walked to their car.
With the clothes locked in the trunk, Gary handed Ken the car keys, after all, it was his car and Gary had no license to drive since he'd not quite reached 16. Ken was feeling a little bleery from all the beer they'd consumed so quickly. He decided it would be wise to drive slowly. Once back on the highway, he kept to the right side, slow lane, but even there he was driving ultra slow and there was some weaving of the car. It was not long before Ken heard a police siren and soon a state trooper's car had pulled him over.
The trooper walked to the driver's side window. "Your license and registration please, Sir" said the trooper, noting Ken's state of undress.
"Uh, officer, my jeans are in the trunk so if I could just get back there to get my wallet I can let you have my license." He was actually sweating and shaking in fear. The Officer nodded and Ken stood from the car in all his virtually naked state. He walked to the trunk while the Officer admired the nice ass he was seeing, each globe tightly outlined by the tight lycra shorts with the material sinking fully into his crack.
Ken handed the Officer his license. "Sir, have you been drinking? I smell liquor on your breathe. You'll have to take a breathalizer test, Sir." The trooper returned to his car, called in the license and registration and got a negative from the data bank. Clean record. Lucky for the kid because he was clearly drunk, the Officer thought. Sure enough, the breathe test was positive. The Trooper had Gary step from the car and found his test was positive as well. He was underage to drink. He'd have to take them both in, one for underage drinking, the other for driving with a blood alcohol level that exceeded state standards. He ordered the boys into the back of his car which had a thick metal screen separating it from the front seat. It was mandatory to cuff the boys, so each had his wrists locked behind his back. Both were now terrified at whatever the consequences might be. The Trooper called for a tow truck to follow him with Ken's car.
At the State Police Station, they were formally booked and photographed, pictures of their irises taken along with the old fashioned fingerprints. Each was placed in a small holding cell. They whispered to eachother, exchanging their fears. Of course the Troopers had the cells wired for sound and sight so they heard everything the boys said. Ken was worried about Danny and Tim. No one but the two of them knew where they were. Gary was more worried about what their parents might say than what the police might do to them.
They were left to stew for several hours. Each was given a paper cup of water but that was it, one cup, no food and Ken was left in just his tight boxers. Finally, they were taken out to a visitors area where they met their parents. Their Dad was furious at both of them and their Mom was particularly concerned about Gary since she just knew that it was the older Ken who had led him to drink, even if it was just beer.
The boys were released to their parents and given a date for a court appearance in one week. Meanwhile, Dad said, both were completely grounded. Now they had an added problem. How were they to retrieve Danny on Sunday? They certainly wouldn't be allowed out of the house.
Once home, and finally dressed in jeans and a T shirt, Ken explained to his Dad that Danny was spending the weekend at a "workout" facility in the country but that Ken would need to drive out inorder to pick him up. Dad wondered why Danny hadn't driven himself and Ken simply said the facility didn't have space to park cars, which was sort of true.
Dad sighed and said he'd have to drive and Ken could accompany him to show him the way. This left Ken in turmoil. He had no idea what Danny would be looking like or what he'd say to Dad about all that had been done to him. The two boys were sent to their room for the night, along with a jar of peanut butter, some jelly, and some plain bread. That would be their dinner.
Once upstairs, Gary demanded that Ken immediately strip naked since he, Gary was in control. Ken said to knock it off, they were already in enough trouble. Gary insisted that Ken keep his word, so Ken stripped down finally, acknowledging he'd lost the bet. Gary locked a leather collar around his neck and cuffed his hands in front. He added a cockring and then made Ken make up their sandwiches while cuffed. This was not so easy, and the cockring kept Ken's dick at half mast the whole time. He alternated between despair at what they'd gotten themselves into and excitement at what Gary was doing to him.
With a full belly, excitement won the day, and Ken willingly knelt before Gary, first sucking him off and then swallowing his piss, something he'd never, ever done before. He didn't like the taste at all. He almost retched but he had to admit that he did kind of enjoy the servitude.
Both boys were exhausted. Ken was sent to bed naked, still cuffed and with a plug up his ass. Gary slept in his boxers and dreamt of all the exciting things he could make Danny and Ken do since he was now in control of both... or so he thought.
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