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. All rights reserved 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. 18 - Gary
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.
Chapt. 18 - Danny:
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 after the next, which gave us time to set things up with Mr. Howard.
Chapt. 19 - Ken
After the first four weeks, a thoroughly docile Ken spent half his time the next weeks perfecting his ability to serve sexually and the other half learning the proper role and skills of a house slave, proper forms of address and so on. At this point, a decision had to be made. Was the slave to be returned to his former family as a house slave or was he to be auctioned off?
Chapt. 20: What Next?
Ken's parents received an official communication from the State Slave Authority:
"This is to inform you that your former son Ken, now slave 37681809 (known as 809), has successfully completed the first six weeks of its slave training.
"You have the option under the court order indenturing 809 for a minimum sentence of 2 years, of taking 809 into your home where it would be required to serve you as your house slave in whatever ways you determine, but always as a slave, or of placing it for auction, in which case you will receive 43% of the auction price (probably a large number given its youth, physical appearance, and the extent of training as a house and personal services slave), the remainder reimbursing the State for the expenses of training 809 as a slave.
"Should you decide to have slave 809 sent to your home for the term of its slave indenturement, you and the members of your family, plus any others you may designate, will receive five sessions of instruction in the management of an indentured house and personal services slave who was a former family member. Should you encounter the slightest trouble with the slave, you may return it to the Authority, its term will be extended for a year; more trouble, 2 additional years making 5 in all; more trouble, 5 more years; more trouble, slave for life.
"Time is of the essence in matters of property, so the Authority requires your response, duly notarized, within 5 days.
"Should you have any questions, please contact your attorney or this office at stslauthority@state.gov.slau.
"We look forward to your decision regarding the disposition of slave 809. Sincerely, Patrick Q. Ahearn Director"
His parents had barely considered or thought about what should be done with Ken, given all the trouble with disciplining Gary and the usual ups and downs of managing a large household and several businesses. What in the world were they to do? Maybe it would do the boy good to get out of the household and learn how others live and use their slaves. But maybe that would expose him to the dangers of a mean or vicious Master who might abuse him unnecessarily. They called for James.
Presented with the issue, James had little doubt. He suggested that they allow Ken to be placed with the family but, he reminded them, he would be a house slave not a son and they had to feel they could steel themselves to treat him as a slave or they should not take him in. James would take charge of him, assign his work and everything else in his life for his time as a slave. Ken would be punished for failure to perform or for the slightest lack of respect just as all the slaves in the house were. They would have to decide whether to call him Ken or 809. James leaned toward the latter since it would make it easier to treat him as the slave he was and not as the son he was no longer. James also reminded them that Gary and Danny would also be required to treat their former brother not as a family member but as just another slave. He suggested they discuss it with the boys.
When Gary and Danny met with their parents, it was immediately clear something serious was afoot. There were no smiles. Dad got immediately to the issue: Ken was to be released soon after completing his slave training and a decision must be made whether to take him in as a house slave, remembering he was not a son or brother but simply one of James' slaves, or to allow him to be sold at auction and learn something of the world.
The boys had no hesitation, though for quite different reasons. Danny wanted Ken at home, even if they had to call him 809, because that is where he felt Ken belonged and because he felt sorry for Ken and still guilty at his indenturement as a slave. Gary, who also wanted him home, looked forward to dominating and using Ken, making clear Gary was boss and Ken nothing but the lowest slave, there to serve. With Ken home, he would have both his older brothers under his control. It would be simply great, a must do.
Ken's parents spent several days agonizing over the decision. They realized how utterly humiliating it would be for Ken to live as a naked, hairless slave in what was once his home but would now be where he lived as nothing more than a slave. They pondered the thought of the good it might do him to see how others really lived, but in the end, they realized they would have no control over who bought Ken or for what specific purpose. It could even be a foreigner. They could not do that to their son. It would be punishment enough for him to live in the house but as slave not son. That was their decision. They completed the necessary papers and enrolled themselves, Gary, Danny and James in the training course.
The course met for 11/2 hours for each of five evenings. They were told what restraints to use, the many ways the slave could be used, the variety of possible disciplines. The trainer was pleased that 809 would be subject to the direction and authority of a house slave Master who would certainly know the proper way to handle him. They were urged to call him 809 to avoid the ambivalence of thinking of him as a son/brother and not a slave.
He should wear a chain hobble between his ankles, preferably rather short, 6 or 7 inches, and it might be desirable to hood him at night, at least for the first several months. They were not to forget he was to be plugged like all slaves during the day, and also the night if they wished, that he had absolutely no rights and no claim upon them other than what any other slave might have. They must feed him and water him, the trainer recommended slave chow only, it would help 809 to remember his status. The use of a chastity device was discussed and it was strongly suggested they employ one. James certainly agreed with that. They need not worry about body hair. The cream that would be used on him before he was sent to them would ensure no hair would grow, including on his face, for 2-3 years. It was irreversible.
They might find him highly charged sexually. This would be due in part to the limitation on his orgasms while in training and in part to medical treatment he'd received. He would need to be brought to the Authority monthly for an injection that would maintain this high level of sexual arousal (Hormigen, or course) which would make him extremely aroused and responsive to sexual demands as any good slave should be in any event - but he surely would be. Gary wondered what they were injecting Ken with and if he could get any. He'd love to feel hyper-sexual, not that he didn't anyway.
The Authority was very clear about such circumstances. The property must be used as a slave and in no way reintegrated into the family during its term of servitude. The boys were instructed in how to treat 809 and the uses to which it could be put and to control it. They too were reminded it was not a brother, it was a slave. Gary nodded that he fully understood. It was hard for Danny to imagine having Ken back home but only as a slave. How would he deal with him? Could he actually give him orders? He was real sure Gary could - and would.
It was only a few days after the conclusion of their training that Ken was delivered to them in chains in a Slave Authority van. He shuffled out of the van, his head bowed, his body completely naked. He was so used to nudity, that it took him a moment to realize this was different. He was now going to be naked in front of his parents and brothers and all their slaves. It staggered him to realize this. Gary and Danny saw him come into the house and be led away by James. The parents were not yet home.
James used Ken's lead chain to guide him downstairs into the slave quarters. He was told to kneel. He immediately did so, spread his knees, placed his manacled hands behind his bowed head and waited to be told what to do. James was just the man for this job.
"OK slave. Your name here will be 809. Understand?"
"Master, yes Master."
"I am your slave Master. You will call me Sir. Your former parents and former brothers are your Masters and Mistress and that is how you will address them. Understand?"
"Master, yes Master." James found it hard to believe just how changed Ken was. Here was a football star, a student leader, now in seeming better physical shape than he'd ever been, but with absolutely no seeming will of his own. All in just two months. He could imagine how much Gary was going to enjoy this.
"I said to call me Sir. Another mistake and I'll use this paddle."
"Sir, yes Sir, the slave understands, Sir. Sir, the slave begs you to forgive it the error it just made, Sir. Sir, the slave is new here and will learn the proper behavior, it assures you, Sir. Thank you, Sir." All this was said without Ken ever lifting his head from its bowed position.
"809, you will share this bed with Pedro." He pointed to a narrow single cot that Ken would have to share with another slave. "You will clean out your ass every morning before you eat and every evening immediately before your evening meal. In this way, if anyone wants to use your ass it will be clean. Your plug may be removed for your enemas and for sleeping. You are otherwise to always be plugged unless ordered otherwise. Understand?"
"Sir, yes Sir, the slave understands, Sir." Wow thought James, they must have some training regime to produce all this in two months.
"You will have two meals a day, morning and evening, both will be slave chow mixed with water and usually piss." This staggered Ken a little. He was now used to downing full bladders of piss but not used to it flavoring his chow. Well, he would deal with it as he had all the rest.
"Sir, thank you, Sir."
"I'm going to take you upstairs now. I will remove the manacles but the hobble stays on and will continue to stay on until I determine otherwise, and that won't be for quite a long time, if at all."
"Sir, yes, Sir thank you, Sir."
James removed the cuffs from Ken's wrists, duly noting the wrist band restraints that would remain on him as long as he remained a slave. James did not even have a key for his collar or wrist and ankle bands. He glanced at the body jewelry, the heavy, wide nipple rings, the earrings and snout ring, the guiche ring, the one through his ball sac and of course the PA. He could not imagine the humiliation Ken must be feeling to be introduced into his family home looking as he did. He was one gritty guy, you had to hand it to him.
James grabbed the lead chain, the one locked to his collar and hanging down his chest and abdomen, and Ken shuffled along behind him, his ankles constrained by the six inch hobble. They passed several slaves on the way but Ken kept his head bowed and his eyes down. He had no wish to see the contempt that must be on the house slaves' faces. James led him upstairs and knocked at the door of what used to be his bedroom. James figured this would be one of the hardest moments and it would be best to get it over with.
Told to come in, James led Ken into the room. Ken fell to his knees immediately. James introduced the slave to his former brothers. "809, this is Master Danny and Master Gary."
"Masters, thank you, Masters." Ken had no idea what else he could say. This was one of the moments he'd most been dreading, this and seeing his parents. Danny looked down on the partially hairless and hawked head of his brother and was stunned at the change in his appearance. All the piercings, the hairlessness, the hobble, the size of the nipple rings and the PA just floored him.
Danny spoke first. "Welcome 809. you are really very welcome here. We're so glad you're here."
"Master, thank you, Master."
Then Gary chimed in. "Hell yes, 809, welcome, ah, well sort of home, I guess."
"Master, Gary, thank you Master." It made him sick to have to speak to his brother in this fashion. He never for a moment looked up. He knelt in the proper position, his knees widely spread with his banded cock and balls along with the PA visible within the clear chastity hardcup he wore. Looking closely, one could see his dick beginning to grow but of course it was impossible for him to get fully hard given the way he was locked up.
He felt utterly miserable and ashamed of his appearance and his situation. The necessity of responding as if he were some zombie nitwit, acting so submissive on the surface that others could believe that here was the ideal, good looking, well trained slaveboy. But beneath his superficial calm there lurked surging anger. He was furious that he'd been subjected to the life of a slave, and worse now, to living in what was his home when free but now was his slave prison with his brothers treating him as a piece of shit, especially Gary. His parents should have just allowed him to be auctioned off and then there wouldn't be all this embarrassment on everyones part. Too late. Nothing he could do about it either way. He was a slave thing and nothing more. He knew Gary would debase him for his own amusement and Danny would treat him with pity which was almost worse.
James turned to the three of them, each seeming completely frozen. Gary in gym shorts and nothing else and Danny in shorts, and a tank. "Bring 809 downstairs at around 5. It has to be fed," said James.
"OK" Gary and Danny said in unison. Now what do they do, they wondered.
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