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. Ron, 18, classmate and now Master of Ken
Chapt. 24: Service Danny
I was ordered to remove my plug. I did so and thank god it was clean. My ass felt like there was a huge void, an emptiness after having a wide plug there all afternoon. I figured Mr. Upton was about to fill that void. To my surprise, he cuffed my wrists widely apart to rings in the floor. He unlocked my hobble and spread my ankles and they too were cuffed to rings in the floor. He placed a metal pole under my neck and raised the pole until it was level with my neck. Then he attached the front ring of my collar to a ring on the post and raised it some more, forcing me to arch my neck upward and turn my face up. He fit a hollow tube gag in my mouth and then I got the point, he attached a funnel to the top of the gag. There was now a funnel leading directly into my mouth and throat. What were they going to pour into me, more piss?
Chapt. 25a: Service II Danny
The three men left me in this uncomfortably stretched position when they exited the room. I was this four legged animal with its mouth forced open by a tube with a funnel on top and an ass that felt empty and bereft. It could have been twenty minutes, it could have been thirty or more, I don't know, but it sure seemed long to me. Besides, the new heavy slave style tit rings were pulling down painfully on my nipples and the snout ring on my nose. True, the nipple rings hadn't required a new piercing, but they did required enlarging the old ones and if you think that doesn't hurt, try it sometime. It hurts.
I was so tired after all that had happened to me that I just wanted to be left alone to sleep. Nothing more, just rest and sleep. My betters had other plans for me. Mr. Upton and Mr. Martin returned together. They rolled out some sort of apparatus from the back of the room. I felt a dildo penetrate and then fill my ass. A wide, long dildo, wider and longer than the plug it replaced. I heard them speaking but could not catch what they were saying. I could feel the dildo being manipulated. Then suddenly, I felt the dildo ram further into my ass and slowly withdraw, in and then back, in and then back. I screamed with the first thrust, this was one fucking big tool up my ass. It didn't take long to realize what they'd done to me. The dildo was part of a fucking machine and I was being machine fucked at rates that varied but never stopped entirely.
I tried to beg them to stop but of course, I was gagged in effect and all that came out were "oomphs" and such. Unfortunately, as the fucking kept up, my dick wanted to respond so I soon also had the problem of a cock trying to get hard within a device that would permit no such thing. I felt more like a thing being used for the amusement of these men than I'd ever felt before. Of course, being used was a turn-on for me no matter how much my brain resented it, my cock didn't. They stood there and laughed at me.
Master Howard finally returned. I thought he would surely stop this game but I was dead wrong. He took a strap from the wall and began strapping my ass cheek and then my chest. I don't mean tapping, I mean laying it on. "You wanted to be treated the way we treat slaves, boy, well. this is one way we treat new boys," crack, crack. My screams were buried in the tube gag. "Ready for your Master's piss, slave?" shouted Mr. Howard. What could I do, I nodded that I was ready. He handed the strap to Mr. Martin who kept up the beating i was getting while my ass was being raped, and went to my head. I could just about see his cock emerge and it wasn't long before his piss began funneling into my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but I was in sensory overload. Ass fucked, chest and ass strapped and drinking piss. A lot for a new and young slaveboy to handle.
I began choking on the piss, I just couldn't keep up. Mr. Howard pulled the gag and funnel from my mouth immediately and I felt the dildo remain still in my ass. No more strapping either. "Master," I said horsely, "thank you for using this slave for your pleasure, Master." And, I meant it. Harsh yes, but thrilling and so hot to be so helpless and so abused all at once.
I was released from the cuffs holding my wrists and ankles to the floor rings and the dildo was detached from the machine but left in my ass. As stiff and sore as I was, I knew I must assume the slave present position and I did, coated in sweat, dripping. Mr. Howard caressed my face, stroking my cheeks and forehead, saying what a good and strong slave I was. Hurting as I did, in all honesty, I sort of beamed. He was pleased, I'd pleased him and not embarrassed him in front of the others.
"We better put him in a holding cage. If we put him back with the coffle slaves, they'll keep him up half the night licking their dicks and balls; fortunately, their dicks are locked up so they couldn't fuck him. OK 415, into a cage you go. Just think what you have to look forward to tomorrow. A full day of play in the fields with your coffle. What fun."
"Master, thank you, Master. This slave will do whatever it's ordered to do Master." I knew I shouldn't speak but I thought something so submissive would be acceptable and it was. Mr. Martin took my leash and led me into another section of the barn that was lined on both sides with dog type cages. He found an empty one and had me back into it. It was too short to stretch out when lying down and too low to be able to kneel with my head fully erect, but it had a pad and a water bowl. I was content. I curled up, naked, uncovered, and was soon asleep dreaming about a slave named 415 who was being sold at auction and purchased by a young Master who immediately taught it how strict he was. I would have woken up hard, but chastity lock down prevented that. My nipples, ears and nose were really sore and so was my ass. The dildo was there the whole night.
When I awoke, it took me a few seconds to realize where (and what) I was. The cage was OK but pretty small. I sure knew I was now a slave. I had the rings and the marks to prove it. Was I a happy camper, fulfilling my fantasy? Well, I guess looked at in the big picture, I was. But looking at the details, I realized being a slave was a lot harder, more humiliating and requiring much greater submission and work than I had imagined. I should have known this. Afterall, I had already spent time in training at Mr. Howard's, but this extended and more abusive use was different than last time, more real, more satisfying therefore, but a lot harder and more painful.
A bowl of slave chow was shoved into my cage and I ate it eagerly. I needed food, energy and I didn't much care what it was. I was soon led out of the cage to join my coffle mates in the shower and shit room. I knew they were dying to know what happened last night but we were not allowed to speak so I couldn't tell them but if I could, I would have. Telling it, I thought, would make it even more exciting.
We were chained up, trotted out to the fields, rechained for work on the ditch and began a very long day of sweaty hard work and boredom. This was the reality of slavery, I thought, not some chamber of sexual abuse and pleasure but just unending work, sexual frustration and nothing interesting happening or to think about. In fact, I was too tired to think. I just did the work mechanically and realized that was what all the slaves were doing. Was this a life I wanted? I don't think so. Maybe being a house slave would suit me better. Of course, once owned, I'd have no choice what work I was set to doing, just as I had no choice now.
It was Saturday evening. Once we were in our cell, had dined so to speak, and done our business, a slave trustee came to each of the cells and released the locks holding our dicks down under our balls (or in chastity pouches in some cases). By then, I'd told my story of the previous nights adventure and I felt somewhat a part of the group of guys. But they made clear that as the new slave, I had to be initiated and that meant taking cum from each of them up my ass or down my throat, each of them, not that I would have the choice. It didn't seem intended to be cruel, it was just their one chance each week, if the entire coffle had worked and behaved well, to have fun and get off. Had they not worked hard all week and behaved, they would have stayed with locked cocks and had to wait another week for another chance.
I decided that the only thing I could do was lie back and enjoy it. My cock also was free and the first dick up my ass gave me a wild boner. God it felt good to be hard. I now realized what a privilege it was to be allowed a hard-on. And that's what it was, a privilege not a right or an entitlement or even an expectation. Each Overseer decided the fate of his coffles each Saturday evening. God it felt great to be hard again. Thank you, Master, thank you, Master, thank you, Master.
I was fucked three times and blew off two guys. Only after they'd all cum would they allow me to get off. They made it fun. One slave took each of my limbs and stretched me out into a spread-eagle. The fifth slave fucked me, at my request I have to admit, and very, very slowly stroked my dick, delaying my orgasm as long as he (and I) could. But at last the build up in my balls was too overpowering and with a loud and embarrassing groan (several) I shot way into the air with cum spattered on my face and chest, abdomen and pubes and some on a slave holding my left arm. I know you can guess what was next; they scooped up all the cum and force fed me, not that it required much force. I was secretly glad to be made to eat my own cum. I liked the taste and I liked the humiliation.
Then we all rested for a while and, as you can imagine, each of us came a second time, this time in whatever way the slave chose, using whomevers mouth or ass he wished. Not surprisingly, I guess, of the five of the others, I got fucked twice and gave two blow jobs. The fifth guy wanted to fuck one of the others and, believe it or not, I wanted to jerk off while one of the slaves pumped my buttplug in and out of my ass. What an orgasm. Every muscle in my body contracted, and I mean toes, fingers and jaw, as I shot a second huge load, which I asked one of the guys to feed me. He was nice enough to do it, the first part coming after he'd sucked some up and transferred it to my mouth from his. Ummm, that was satisfying. Wow, that was so satisfying I wanted to do it a third time. Most of the others had had enough after the second round, but not me or 255. We made out like lovers, licking eachother, deep kissing, exchanging tongues and then ended it with a
69, sucking eachother off and swallowing the load. At that point, even I'd had enough. I got a quickie jerkoff the next morning before they locked us up again. On Sunday, our genitals were inspected first thing, and once cleared, we were locked up, pleasure time was over.
I was hoping Sunday would be a day off but not at a slave center. The rest of the coffle were led off to help clean the barn and grounds. Master Howard came to fetch me. He led me using my chain leash into the main house and then into his study. He sat behind his desk, dressed informally in jeans and a blue work shirt plus boots. I assumed the slave present position before his desk, knees spread, back straight, chest out, head bowed, hands behind the head. I waited to be told what to do. By this time, I truly had no thought of independent acts, I had settled into the slave mind set of doing what I was told and doing it only when I'd been told. I'd never felt so submissive and sort of demeaned in my life. "Master," I said, "how may this slave serve you, Master?" I was into it.
Chapt. 25b: Service II Gary:
While Danny was spending his weekend being made into, and then serving as, a slave, James and Gary were off at their campsite. Immediately upon arriving there, James instructed Gary to strip to his jock. Gary of course asked "what the fuck" James meant by that. He wasn't going to walk around in the woods in nothing but a jockstrap. James informed him that it was exactly what he was going to do. James grabbed Gary by an ankle, threw him to the ground and sat on his chest. Gary was screaming at James to "get the fuck off" him. James just laughed. He reached down and tore Gary's t-shirt down the middle from the neck down and ripped it off his body. Gary struggled, but of course James was much too heavy and strong for him. Gary couldn't imagine what was going on. Was James going to sexually molest him? If so, he'd be in deep shit once Gary reported it to his father.
James asked Gary if he would voluntarily strip off the rest of his clothes. Gary's snarling "no" simply led James to reach back, unlace Gary's sneakers, remove them and then pull off his socks. Finally, he released Gary's belt, unzipped him, and then pulled off his shorts, pinching Gary's nose closed until he finally lifted his ass to allow the shorts to slide down his legs and off. Now Gary was dressed as James had told him to be, in nothing but his jock (which itself was none too clean since it was his gym jock which he hadn't bothered to change after he got home and before they left).
James squeezed and pinched his fingernails into Gary's nips until the boy was really hurting and begged James to stop. James told Gary that he'd stop as soon as Gary agreed that James would have total charge of him for the weekend. James told Gary that he needed to learn about caring for his inferiors who could not refuse him and James meant this weekend to give Gary a chance to learn. Of course, as expected by James, Gary refused. Even had he agreed, James knew that as soon as he could, he'd violate the promise were it made. No, stricter measures were needed and fortunately James had prepared for this.
While remaining on Gary's chest, his knees firmly planted on Gary's upper arms, James reached for his backpack and pulled from it a metal collar and a set of combination irons, wrist restraints and ankle restraints linked together by a chain running between them. All James had to do was snap on the restraints to each limb and listen for the click indicating they had locked. Having done this, he did the same with the collar. Now he could let Gary up and watch as he battled the chains linking his ankles together, his wrists together, and then his wrist cuffs to his ankle cuffs. Gary was well and truly fucked. He hissed and screamed, shouted threats and curses, but strangely, none of these imprecations released the chains and cuffs. Had he really expected they would?
James ordered Gary to kneel. When he didn't immediately do so, he pushed him over, planted a foot on his chest, and told Gary to let him know when he was ready to kneel. In the meantime, James said, he had to piss, so out came his cock and soon Gary was drenched in the yellow stuff, his entire body and face wet. He soon gave in and James allowed him up to kneel on the bare ground, the combination irons keeping his hands low in front since his wrists were locked by chain to his ankles.
James spoke: "Now boy, you are going to camp alright this weekend, but you're doing it as my boy. Don't try to give me any shit, you'll just get strapped or walloped, so don't bother. You will call me Sir.' I will call you boy' or anything else I chose, shithead. Now get off your knees and gather up some wood for a fire. Gary was furious. This was not at all what he'd planned. In fact, he'd expected to use and abuse slave James, certainly not himself be the slave. He wasn't stupid though, just foolish and self-centered. He got off his knees and, walking with difficulty because of the chains, and gathering wood and lifting made difficult for the same reason, accepted the chore he'd been assigned. Once home, he thought, things will be back to normal and James will suffer for this.
As the sun went down, Gary grew cold, dressed as he was in only his jockstrap. He asked James to allow him some clothes. James ignored him. He tried again. Same result. At last he realized the problem; he needed to be on his knees and beg James for clothing. This he did and James tossed him an old ratty blanket to wrap himself in. He squatted on the ground, hunched under the blanket he'd wrapped around himself with difficulty, because his wrists were cuffed. He realized this was going to be the camping trip from hell - and he was right.
When nature called and he had to piss, he knelt and begged James for permission. He knew the drill. Given permission, he moved off to the side of the campsite, and peed into the woods trying to avoid wetting his bare feet. To say he felt miserable would considerably understate the case. He hated what was happening to him. Where was Tim when he needed him? Cozy and warm at home, maybe sleeping in my bed, Gary thought.
Meanwhile, James had set up the tent, started the fire, and warmed a stew that he'd brought with them. He gave Gary his meal in a camping tin and let him figure out how to eat it. He had no utensils, just his hands and his mouth. Starved, Gary submitted to the inevitable, and scooped the food into his mouth with his hands, awkwardly given they were cuffed, and of course dirtying both his hands and his face. He watched silently as James spread a blanked for himself to sit on and spooned the food into his mouth. No mess for James. Before being allowed in the tent for the night, Gary had to stand before James and watch as his pubes were shaved off and his balls and cock made smooth. James locked his genitals in a chastity device, denying Gary the ability to cum or even get hard. Then Gary had been made to kneel and beg James for his cum, which he duly received after giving James a long blowjob. God he was horny.
And so the weekend went. Gary could do nothing without first begging James for permission. Always on his knees. During the day, he'd been led by a leash on a long hike, passing other campers who stared at his near nakedness and at the chains he wore. If James stopped to chat with a passerby, Gary was required to get to his knees and bow his head. James offered his mouth to these others and Gary performed several blowjobs on strangers, and in one case, on two teens who were camping for the weekend. Of course they'd asked all about the situation and James had ordered Gary to answer all their questions and to beg them to be allowed to blow them. He swallowed a lot of teen cum as a result.
Gary felt exhausted. He just wanted to go home, lie down in his bed, jerkoff and then sleep. The previous night, he'd been made to sleep with James' cock up his ass. That plus the chains, the chastity and how dirty he felt (and was) had made it hard for him to sleep well.
After the hike, Gary begged and begged James to release him from the chains, to allow him to wash and get dressed. James explained to Gary that he needed a better understanding of what it was like to have to serve, to experience humiliation, to beg. Perhaps, said James, this might help him alter his nasty behavior toward Danny and at times toward Tim. Gary swore he would change and begged for release but none was forthcoming. He spent a second night in chains, this time with a plug up his ass and a clothespin clamped to each nipple. In the morning, when the pins were removed by James, he'd screamed from the pain it caused him. He kissed James' boots and said he'd had enough, he'd learned, please could he be let loose. Impossible, said James.
The next day, Gary, now completely filthy since he'd not been allowed to wash, was driven by James into town. Gary had no idea why they were in town but he doubted it was to get him ice cream. Something bad was going to happen, he was sure.
Again he was right. James took him to a piercing shop and had his right nipple pierced and ringed. Now this was not all bad, since Gary had been toying with trying to get his parents to allow him nipple rings and now he had one. Of course, he'd wanted two but one was a start. And he'd have preferred the left nipple, but he wasn't consulted.
All in all, it had been one of the worst weekends of Gary's young life and one he'd not soon forget. But if James thought this would alter his behavior, how wrong he was. This was just going to spur him on to get his back by humiliating and torturing Danny and Tim. No he would not be so easily tamed, he thought as he knelt yet again sucking James' dick and eating his cum.
James thought he'd taught Gary a lesson, and he had. But it wasn't the lesson James had sought. No, instead, it confirmed for Gary how important it was to always be on top, and it led him to want to be be even crueler toward the slaves and anyone else he could control, and that included Danny. Oh yes, someone would have to pay for this and if it wasn't James, there were Danny and Tim and the other slaves. And if Ken were still home, he'd pay too. Oh yes.
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