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.
Copyright 2009 by the author. JKBlackhouse
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. James: head slave of the family household.
Chapt. 16: Separated
James turned on the tap at one of the sinks, knowing the sound of flowing water would loosen the boy, then he stood before Gary and offered the boy his dick to suck. This too Gary had already learned to accept, he said, "Thank you, Sir," and immediately took James' hard dick into his mouth until he had full throated it, after which he began sucking and licking. With his attention focussed on the cock in his mouth, Gary at last was able to let his stream loose. He moaned dishearteningly as he felt the warm piss spread over his pubes and balls. He absolutely hated what was being done to him and he hated James for doing it, and doing it in public before other slaves.
Once he'd finished wetting himself, James would not allow him to wash off. Instead, he was collared and led to the slave cage into which he was locked. At least, he thought, the others left him alone and stopped staring at his naked, shaved body. Unable to rid himself of the stench of the piss now on his body, he lay on the pad in the cage, pulled his knees up toward his chin, becoming fetus like and as he wept tears of helplessness, he contemplated for the first time his own behavior. He acknowledged to himself that he'd brought all this upon himself and that he'd been just plain stupid. Not so much stupid to drink but to get caught. He would have to act with much more care in the future. He'd serve his second week as a naked, caged boy, then he'd give every appearance of being just the best boy his parents could hope for. But beneath his superficial charm, he figured, he could get back to all the good stuff he'd been doing with his friends,
maybe even get back to dominating Danny. Now that would be fun. The thought cheered him considerably as he fell into a deep sleep.
Chapt.18: Back Home
Gary
For the next week, Gary was always kept naked at home, excepting of course his collar and his chastity device that forced him to piss upward and so drench his own pubes and balls with piss whenever he had to go. For school, he was allowed to wear a jockstrap over the chastity container, thus leaving his ass cheeks to rub right up against his jeans. He found it oddly sensual to feel his ass in this way all day long, sitting in class or the cafeteria. He would start getting a woody but the chastity stopped his dick from filling fully yet, even if it did, he had no way to get at it.
There were two times at school that were especially hard and humiliating. First was any time he needed to piss. He had to do it in a stall since to piss standing was not only forbidden but was also virtually impossible. With each urination, he drenched himself with piss because of the way James had arranged his dick so it stood upward in his chastity pouch and could not be pointed down. Then he had to figure out a discrete way to wash the piss off his body so he didn't stink up the place.
Even worse though was gym class. He begged James to have him excused from gym. He'd been on his knees, naked and collared in front of James, actually licking his bare feet and balls as he begged. `PLease, Sir, please allow me to be excused from gym, Sir, I'm really begging here, Sir." He could hardly believe he was doing this before a slave but he was. James would not allow it, so he was forced to attend gym or get reported as absent. That kind of report at this point in time would, he was absolutely sure, lead to yet another week as a naked caged boy and in the end, he knew he'd still have to do it.
When Gary stripped off to change for gym, though he tried to hide his front, some of the guys caught a view of how he was shaved, no hair in his crotch or even in his armpits. But then they saw how his cock and balls were locked up in the chastity device and he spent the entire hour of gym being ragged about it. And as you'd expect from 15 and 16 year old boys, the jeering and ragging, the snide comments about how he couldn't get it up and was all girlie with no bush or pit hair never stopped the entire week.
His community service on the two afternoon he had to perform it consisted of cleaning the various men's restrooms in the park. Of course they stank and it was menial and degrading work, just right, his Overseer felt, for a spoiled rich boy being punished. But Saturday and Sunday of that second week, he was made to work wearing his collar, his outside shorts, and nothing else. James had written "bad boy" on his bare chest and back so anyone seeing him would know they were seeing a boy working off his punishment.
To make it really bad, they had him cleaning up the outdoor soccer fields and basketballs courts where kids his own age were playing. His ankles were cuffed and the chain between them was only 6 inches, so he had to sort of shuffle as he moved around barefoot. Naturally he was a spectacle and the kids of all ages had fun taunting him and making sure he knew how ridiculous he looked. There were many moments when he almost cried at the teasing and embarrassment that went on, but he kept doing his work, clearing the areas of any stray papers and garbage. Some twelve year olds, seeing what was going on with him, deliberately left odd pieces of their lunch sandwiches strewn about just for the fun of making him pick up the grubby stuff and laughing at him as he did it.
Gary was a smartass, but he was also smart, tough and gritty. He took the verbal abuse from the kids and just kept at his work. It was humiliating, but at least come Sunday night, if his work Overseer, James and his parents agreed he'd been good, he'd be released from the cage, the chastity device, the nudity, and could start regrowing the hair a boy should have and jacking off whenever he wanted, no longer having to beg James to allow him a sexual release.
James had let him cum everyother day, and he had to eat the cum after first blowing James and swallowing, but everyother day for a teenager was hell. Gary ordinarily came 3 or 4 times a day so he was one horny kid the whole week. At week's end, all the adults agreed he'd served his time, and he was released back to his room, and his normal life, save in one respect, he was not allowed to wear underpants. He was required to wear a jock instead, and when in the bedroom, that was all he was allowed to wear for the next 3 weeks. He didn't mind, it made him feel very male and sensuous. He loved jerking off into the jock and then closing it over his cock and balls with the cum coating them from the jock pouch into which he'd shot. Once back in the bedroom, he set his sights on dominating his brother Danny and their slave, Tim.
Danny
I had found it really tough seeing Ken having to strip naked in front of all those people in the court room and then watching as he was led away into a life of slavery for at least the next two years. I really felt that I was the slave brother, and I was the one they should be taking but it was not to be. I really cried as Ken went through the door, naked, with an officer holding each of his arms. What did it feel like to be so publicly humiliated? I really wanted to know but it didn't seem like it would be in the cards for me. How could I experience it without embarrassing Mom and Dad, and of course without setting myself on a course to be a slave for life? That wasn't something I was ready to do, that was for sure. In the meantime, I had Tim to tie me up and torment me. That was fun and I really got off on it when he'd finally let me cum. Of course, he "made" me eat my cum as a guy who's a boy and not a real guy should. Sometimes though, it
was Tim who got tied up and I teased and tormented him just for the fun of it.
I was so glad when Gary was allowed back in the bedroom and also glad his punishment was over. He'd really been humiliated in front of our parents, the slaves, and the guys at school. He'd sucked it up and became docile and obedient in a way I hadn't seen since he was maybe 6 or 7 years old. He'd always been a rebel, always wanted to be in charge.
It was true he could only wear a jockstrap when he was in our bedroom, and at first, the strap was the only thing he could wear under his pants, no underwear allowed. Now truthfully, almost turning 16, Gary had a great tight body. He was very athletic, was developing a really nice chest, had little pink nipples that I just wanted to sink my teeth into and a boy butt to die for. His package wasn't bad either. A good 5 inches of resting dick, balls larger than mine, and a boner that was between 7 and 8 inches. I know, he made me measure it several times. I can tell you, I didn't mind doing that at all. He was about 5'11", 145 pounds and definitely still growing. He was going to end up about 6'2", I'd guess and maybe 170 to 175 lbs.
As you've probably already picked up, he was a coniver and a schemer. Immediately on his return, he established that if he could only wear a jock in the room then so must Tim and I. He did this through force of personality not through intimidation exactly, although in truth, he was pretty intimidating when he wanted to be. It was really Gary more than Ken, for example, who'd decided Tim and I had to sleep naked in my bed and not touch eachothers genitals, or nipples or asses so we would get turned on lying warm body to warm body, but we couldn't do anything about it. Gary was naturally dominating and since I was naturally submissive, it worked pretty well. I was older but really, in the room, he was now the boss.
He started pretty mildly. I had to tell him the time I would need for homework so he would know when I'd be available for his use. Naturally I could have stopped the whole thing. All I had to do was tell my parents or James and Gary would be in deep shit again. He knew it so he made sure he didn't go too far while steadily increasing his demands. At first, all I had to do was suck him off morning and night, swallowing of course, and suck off Tim whenever Gary wanted me to which was at least everyother day and often daily. Not only did I have to beg Gary for his dick and his cum before I blew him, but he decided I must do the same with Tim. Tim didn't seem to mind at all, but then, why would he? A free guy naked on his knees, first begging to be allowed his dick and then blowing him. What was not to like?
Gary started with two rules, one of which caused me trouble and the other was sometimes difficult but not too painful. First, he would not allow me any pubic hair. With a smooth crotch and the genital jewelry my brothers had installed on me permanently, the guys on the team made fun of me every day we showered after practice and I had to say something, so I said I liked it that way, it was hot. That actually led some of my friends to shave themselves to see if it was really hot. A few found it a turn on and actually stayed smooth but for the others, it was a one time thing. Of course, they lacked the jewelry that decorated my cock and balls. At least I was allowed back on the team but my old nemesis, Joey, made sure I returned to the role of team cocksucker; that meant, for any guy who wanted it after practice, I had to publicly suck his dick and swallow his cum. The idea was an orgasm for the guy and humiliation for me.
Gary's other rule was that I must never cum unless I had his permission. Now, you will ask, why not just cheat and jerk off at school if I had the need? But you see, I liked it that he took control of my orgasms, I enjoyed begging him to be allowed to cum, to eat my cum. He usually made me lick his feet and balls, or even give him a full body tongue bath before he'd let me cum. I loved it, particularly giving him a full body lick, his toes, his armpits and chest, and finally his crotch and increasingly hairy balls and pubes. Serving Gary in this way made my dick really hard and led me to mean it when I begged to be permitted to cum. Sometimes he'd say no and that was the most exciting. I'd have a boner like steel but he wouldn't let me touch it at all. To make things worse, he dreamed up the idea of having Tim lick my cock and balls at these times but that was all, just lick, no release for Danny. It was such a turn on that I was always hard
when Tim and I got into bed on these nights. God I'd be horny. Naturally that was the point for us both. He enjoyed making me horny without relief and I enjoyed being made that way. What a brother!
Of course, it wasn't all just happy fun and games. He liked to hogtie me naked on the floor and then just leave me that way for a few hours, usually with a plug up my ass and often the jock he'd worn that day stuffed in my mouth, taped to keep it in. I really liked the smell and taste of his jockstrap plus it made me so helpless to be hogtied and have no way to ask for relief. I liked that a lot. You already know I'm weird, so none of this should surprise you. The only surprise might be how we got away with doing this stuff without getting caught by James or our parents. But like I said once before, no one comes in our room without knocking and receiving permission, not that we'd dare to disallow our parents or James from coming in, but the knock gave us time to shove me into the bathroom or under a bed so no one would see me all tied up or with my shaved pubes. It worked liked a charm for quite a while.
Meanwhile, I kept talking with James about how I could get back to the slave training facility run by Mr. Howard. Bless him, James finally came up with an idea. He'd get permission from my parents to take Gary and me camping for a weekend, something we both enjoyed and had done many previous times, but he'd drop me off instead at Mr. Howard's and then pick me up on the way home at the end of the weekend. My parents agreed to the camping trip for a weekend soon, which gave us time to set things up with Mr. Howard.
Mr. Howard had some things I had to do before my visit with him and some quite specific orders as to my clothing when I arrived at his place. First, I must shave not only my pubes, cock and balls, but also my armpits and legs. I wasn't keen on this last, but orders were orders and I love obeying orders. Second, I was to be delivered with a clean, plugged ass. And finally, when I was dropped off, I was not allowed any clothes, I must arrive naked. Wow, all this got me hard every night when I thought about it, and sometimes during the day as well. Since Gary didn't let me cum as often as a guy my age needs to, this meant getting a boner during the day at school. After a few days of this, I took to wearing a jock under my boxers to hide the hard-on, that is until Gary decided no boxers, just the jock under my jeans. That was OK with me. It also helped keep me horned and was another excuse for the guys to tease me. Except for Ken not being home and
wondering what was going on with him, I didn't see how things could be better (well, unless James kept me locked in the cage, but I knew there was no way that was going to happen).
Now all I could do was get Gary off whenever he liked and wait for my next training with Mr. Howard. It was something I dreamed about almost every night. I was weirdly hungry for it, I can tell you that.
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