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.
2009 Copyright. 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
Bothers & Slaves: Chapt. 26: Ken's Twisted New Life Ken
Two weekends later, Ron's parents were away visiting friends in the neighboring county. Ron had told Ken early that week that they'd be away and that he wanted Ken to treat him as his slave for the entire weekend. No safe word, no restrictions. He wanted Ken to be harsh and demanding, he said. Even from that first day when Ken had encountered his Master's shaved balls and trimmed pubes, he'd know there was kink there but the bondage scene had convinced him that Ron was one horny, sick puppy and he intended to take full advantage of it. He asked Ron at what time Friday evening did he want Ken to take charge and was told immediately after Ron returned from school.
The next step for Ken was to stuff a dirty jock in the Ron's mouth to gag him, Ken knew how turned on Ron was by smelly, used jocks, and then to the boy's surprise, Ken raised Ron's head and slipped a thick leather hood over his head, a hood that had no eye or mouth openings and only a grommet for each nostril. Ken made a show of locking the hood, snapping the lock as loudly as he could so Ron would know just how helpless he now was. Ken was really looking forward to the next step but he didn't know how Ron would respond. Well, Ron had said no limits, be tough, be harsh, treat me like a real slave, so now he was just going to have to take whatever Ken wanted to give him.
Chapt. 27: Turn About Is Fair Play Ken & Ron
Ken started by doing something he hadn't done for years, it was so early adolescent. He gave Ron a pink belly, slapping the boy's abdomen hard with the palms of his hands until the belly was a good solid and deep pink. That hurt and Ron moaned and groaned as he suffered, trying to roll away and protect his abdomen, but he was tied much too tightly to make the slightest movement meaningful. Ken could feel the heat coming off Ron's abdomen. He loved it.
For Ken, now came the fun. He went to the bathroom and got the necessary gear. When he got back, he dipped a cloth into the bowl of hot water he'd brought and wiped Ron's cock and balls with the cloth. The shaving cream and then the razor followed. Of course, Ron kept his balls and cock shaved so this didn't bother him at all. There was little hair or even stubble to remove. But he did get a little nervous about what Ken might be planning to do next. Maybe he'd given Ken too much leeway. Well, it was too late now, nothing he could do about it. That thought of how helpless he was stirred his dick so it was intensely hard in Ken's hand as he shaved.
Now for the main act, thought Ken. He'd really been looking forward to this and his own dick was almost as hard as Ron's was. He dipped the cloth into the hot water and now rubbed it over Ron's pubes. Ron shivered, shaking his head from side to side to indicate "no," since speech was impossible, but secretly, he was even more excited. He knew he was about to lose his pubic bush. It was something he'd had many fantasies about and now it was going to happen. His "no" was for form and neither he nor Ken gave it the slightest heed.
Ken plugged in an electric hair sheers and proceeded to lop off as much of the bush as he could. Ken creamed up what remained of the dark pubic hair, kept trimmed by Ron, but still a forrest of curly hair until the sheers had done their work. Now it was the turn of the razor and Ken really had fun removing every vestige of hair from Ron's crotch. When he'd finished, the boy was just as completely smooth as Ken was.
Next came the pleasure trail extending from Ron's navel to where his pubes used to be. There was no hair on the abdomen and just a few hairs around the nipples and two or three in the center of Ron's chest (Ron had been so proud of these), all shaved off. Now came the second most fun area for Ken. As Ron's armpits were washed down and then felt the shaving cream, he really shook his head no. Yes he'd fantasied about having his pits shaved but he didn't think he was ready for that yet. Too bad, no choice. His cock certainly seemed to be enjoying it, leaking precum all the while. Ken just loved shaving Ron's armpits. He knew just how humiliating it was to lose one's manhair, bush and pits. It left you looking like a boy, a 12 year old boy with a big cock and balls, but still a smooth boy.
Ron lay there imagining what he must now look like. It thrilled and terrified him. He knew the critical thing about shaving, it was real and once done, the only repair was to wait for the hair to grow. It could not be undone. Ken rubbed his hands over the smooth skin, emphasizing for Ron his new look. He decided to leave Ron that way for a few minutes, just to let him contemplate what had happened. To help him think, he added a clothespin to each nipple and a leather snap-on cockring around Ron's cock and balls. No danger he'd lose the hard-on. Ron moaned in pleasure and pain. He sank back into the bed trying to enjoy the moment he'd been turned into a slave. Ken too enjoyed the moment, but there was lots more to come. A weekend was a long time and he planned to make use of every minute.
Before Ken allowed Ron off the bed, he first had the new slave sit up after releasing his wrists. Ken padlocked each wrist to Ron's collar. Only then did he release Ron's ankles. He assisted the still hooded Ron to stand up and then led him to the bathroom. Now for some more fun, he thought. He filled an enema bag with two quarts of soapy warm water. He inserted a plug that had a central tunnel up Ron's ass. Through the tunnel, he poked the business end of the enema hose. Ron soon felt the swelling in his rectum and then further up. Soon he felt he was bursting. He abdomen swelled and churned. "Hold the water 764," ordered Ken. With the onset of cramps, Ron began to groan, to beg through his gag and hood to be allowed to evacuate the water. None of this could be understood naturally since he was speaking with a jock stuffed in his mouth.
Ken waited a full five minutes. Ron was hopping around trying to deal with the cramps and not flush out the plug and the water. At last, Ken placed his ass toward to the toilet, He released Ron's left wrist and told him to yank out the plug and then sit on the john. What he didn't tell Ron, was that he'd raised the toilet seat so Ron would be sitting on the cold ceramic bowl itself. Once positioned, Ron eagerly yanked out the plug and immediately sat. He was totally unprepared for the cold, hard surface he encountered. He jumped slightly and screamed into his jock gag but then sat again. The choice was the cold toilet bowl or have the shit run down his legs. It wasn't hard to choose. Three fills later, the water came out clean. Ken bent him over the toilet, and shoved a greased buttplug home. Ron moaned and then most appropriately, tried through the gag to say "Master, thank you, Master." What a good beginning. And his dick was even hard.
Ken turned him so he was facing the full length mirror, kept his wrists locked to his collar and removed the hood and jock gag. Ken wanted Ron to see how he looked, naked and smooth, not a hair to be seen on the central part of his body. Ken didn't think he was ready for an arm and leg shave, maybe next time. Ron looked up and down his body, the boner, the naked balls, the hairless pits, "Master, thank you so much Master. I...I mean this slave has dreamed of this moment. Master, thank you, Master. How may this slave serve you, Master?"
That little speech was hard to believe. He'd fully accepted his place as Ken's slave, indeed he loved it, it made him hard and hot. He was one hot teen. Ken just wished he himself had hair and didn't have all the hardware on his own body so he could really be Ron's Master; but, this was a lot better than nothing, that was for sure.
Ken was a little lost about what to do next. Ken hadn't really expected such a total surrender, such serious submission. Ron was finally doing things he'd only fantasied about and Ken was only now understanding the depth of his fantasies. Well, in for an inch, in for a mile. Ken ordered him to the bed. Ken had him lean across the width of the bed, and tied his wrists to the two posts opposite. Ken spread his ankles and tied them off to the base of the near posts. He was spread-eagled, bent at the waist and his ass was there just waiting for Ken. But first it needed to be warmed up. Ken took the wide leather paddle from Ron's toy chest, and started. Ken ordered Ron to count out each stroke, and told him how: "one, thank you Master, two, thank you Master..." and so on. Ken blindfolded him so he'd have no notion when the next stroke was coming. Speaking of cumming, Ken's own dick was full flag pole and dripping. Ken had taken off his shorts
and now wore only a jockstrap and of course his genital slave and ball bands and the various rings.
Ken swung the paddle half hard, hitting Ron's right cheek. It left a nice pink outline. Ken swung harder, to the right cheek. Ron had sung out just like Ken had ordered, "One, Master, thank you, Master" Then he added "More please, Master." Well, Ken needed no invitation and Ken wailed away at his ass until it was purple and mottled. Ron was crying but never stopped counting. When Ken reached twenty, he switched to Ron's thighs. That really surprised Ron and he screamed quite charmingly before shouting out the count, "twenty-one, Master, thank you, Master. More please Master..." He was one determined son of a bitch. Ken had to admire his grit. So Ken gave him five to each thigh, raising a nice red tinge and decided he'd had enough for the time being. Ken released him from the bed and sent him to brush his teeth - while on his knees. What a sight. Ken used his camera to take some pics. Ken had pics of him in mid enema, pink belly, purple
ass, shaved crotch and pits, all of it. Ken transferred the pics to Ron's computer and then downloaded hard copies which he hid.
Ken locked Ron's cock and balls in the chastity pouch he had worn, no touching allowed, then locked him in the slave cage Ron kept in his room, a cage Ken had spent many hours and some nights in. It would do Ron good. He seemed to understand that because he thanked Ken before Ken slid into Ron's bed, naked except for his jock. Ken was asleep in no time but Ron found it hard to find a comfortable position. It took him a while before he realized there was none. His mind rewound all that had just happened. He shivered with the humiliation he knew he now faced at school because of his shaved body. It made his dick try to fill but it could not lengthen because of the chastity device.
The next morning, Ken noticed that Ron was looking a little frazzled. Good, he thought, serves the bitch right. After feeding him his chow, Ron was already sick of the stuff, and cleaning out and then plugging his ass, Ken dressed him in very tight shorty shorts which, thanks to the chastity pouch, bulged obscenely and a cutoff white tank. He had to remove the outward signs of slavery, the collar and restraints because he really didn't want to get Ron in too much trouble, but anyone who looked at all closely could at least see he wasn't sporting any armpit hair.
Ken decided to give Ron the experience of riding in public transit, crowded with mostly slaves and the poor. Ken looked quite dapper in his khaki shorts (well, Ron's shorts) and black T shirt. He wore sneaks but made Ron wear sandals without socks. It was about a twenty minute bus ride and Ken made Ron stand the entire way, reaching his arm up to hold an overhead strap and so further exposing his smooth pit. Ken was having fun and actually, so was Ron. This sort of treatment was something Ron had long craved and now he had a slave who he could order to make him into a slave. His outfit and exposing his shaved armpit embarrassed him and that made his cock want to grow but the chastity pouch would not permit it. That just turned him on still more, the restriction of cock and the fact it was locked away and he did not have a key. He'd locked himself in it before, but he'd always had the key. This was way sexier and more exciting, he thought.
Ken led him to a shop that had no sign but did have curtains over the window. When they entered, Ken ordered Ron to his knees in slave present position. He had Ron remove his clothing so he knelt on the floor naked. There were two other men in the room, one dressed and seated, the other, like Ron, naked on the floor. The slave was the real thing with "S" tattoos on his ass and chest plus all the rings. Ron had a foreboding about what might happen to him here but he knew, whatever was done to him, he had no control over it, all control had been surrendered to Ken.
Ken left him on the floor and went behind a curtain that closed off the rear of the shop. It was so excitingly degrading to be kneeling naked before this dressed, seated man. The seated man asked Ron his name. This was going to be humiliating he realized. "Sir, this slave's name is 764, Sir, thank you, Sir." Not bad for a newbie.
"And your Master, boy?" "Sir, Master Ken, thank you, Sir."
"Where are your rings, 764?" "Sir, this slave suspects that it may soon be ringed right here, Sir, but the slave has not been told, thank you, Sir."
"764, go look at my slave's pirecings."
"Sir, yes Sir, thank you Sir." Ron was getting a taste of how a slave was treated and Ken hadn't even planned this part of it. Ron crawled over on his knees to look at the man's slave. His name, tattooed on his body, was 553. He had the usual 2 inch slave snout and tit rings but his dick also had a two inch ring, which was unusual, And it was stretched way under the slaves balls where it appeared to be locked to a ring that hung between the slaves legs, midway between asshole and balls. It looked painful to say the least. "Sir, thank you for the privilege of observing your slave, Sir." Ron had no idea what to say or why he'd been sent to look. Then he noticed that the slave had one inch rings inserted in the deep hollow of his pits. Ron shuddered at the sight and then noticed the 2 inch rings inserted through the scrotum under each of the slave's balls. Good lord, he thought, I'd never do that to a man.
The man noticed Ron's bug eyes and said, "pretty neat huh, slave? Bet you'd like to be ringed like 553 is, wouldn't you slave? Well, next are the toe rings its going to get today."
"Sir, this slave has no thoughts as to how it will be ringed (he hoped not much), it is up to Master Ken, Sir." Ron crawled away from the other slave, not wanting to have to chat further with the Master. He was rescued by Ken who returned and beckoned Ron to follow him. Since he didn't tell Ron to stand, the slave had no choice but to crawl after Ken on his knees, his hands still behind his head since he'd not been told to lower them. He was beginning to understand just how helpless a slave really was. He was about to learn a lot more about what a Master's control meant.
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