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
Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 27: Fair Play Ken and Ron
Ron said, "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.
Chapt. 30: Fair Play II Ken & Ron
Ken was having the time of his life. He simply loved humiliating his Master and treating him like the slave he longed to be, at least for a time. "Jess, this is my slave 764," said Ken, pointing at Ron. "As we discussed, it lacks the rings of a slave but we're here to begin correcting that."
"Master, permission to speak please Master?" asked Ron. "Denied, boy," said Ken. Ron felt a certain despair. He was about to be ringed, he had no idea where and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. This is how it should be,' he thought. I am 764 and I should be on the floor and I, it, should be ringed as its Master determines. Oh god'. His cock tried to grow but again could not thanks to the chastity pouch. He was terrified of what his father would think when he found out he was ringed but he was super charged at the idea it would finally be done to him. What a rush of contradictory feelings.
Jess grabbed Ron's collar and stood him up against a St. Andrews cross. He put leather wrist and ankle restraints on Ron and then stretched him tightly and somewhat harshly to the cross. Jess next fitted a hood over Ron's head. Ron immediately discovered that the hood included a plug gag and had no openings other than some pin prick holes beneath each nostril. That would be the only air he could get and he was now truly helpless to prevent Ken from doing anything he wished to him. He only hoped the knowledge that Ken would soon again be the slave and Ron the Master would restrain him. He hoped.
He felt the chastity pouch being removed and his balls and cock being caressed. He moaned from the pleasure of having a boner at last and someone actually stroking it. What part or parts of him would be marked by rings? He got a whiff of something he recognized as poppers. Blind and restrained, they had an even more powerful effect on him than usual. He was floating and turned on. He could feel his dick as it strained to cum and imagined the precum that must (and was) leaking from it. But his hard cock was just left pulsing in the air.
He felt something cold on his left nipple. Cold like ice? Then he felt the nipple being stretched away from his body and then a sudden sharp pain. He tried to scream. His nipple was being pierced. Then the needle punctured the tit on its way out and he screamed again, though nothing but a groan could be heard through the gag and hood. He felt the ring being inserted in his nipple. How big? Then he felt the ice and the puncturing needle on his right nipple and the ring sliding through the wound. Ken had just had his tits ringed. God, what would his Dad say?
Jess was not done. He next iced Ron's cock until it shriveled and then placed a locking genital band around his cock and balls. Ron did not know that this was a temporary band that could be removed unlike a real slave's genital band. What in the world would his mates at school say when they found him shaved smooth and ringed? He shivered in excited anticipation of the humiliation that would come.
The hood was removed but his mouth was so quickly regagged that he hadn't time to speak a word. He was blindfolded. Then he felt the most terrible pain in his nose. He screamed and started to cry it hurt so bad. He could feel the ring being inserted in his nose, a snout ring. This he could never explain. His life was ruined. It was only later that he learned the ring could be removed and replaced by a stud that would be invisible to others but that would keep the piercing open so the ring could be reinserted. Surely, he thought, this was enough. Surely they would not pierce his cock. Oh no, please, not that.
Ken stood aside watching and loving the show. He knew how terrified Ron must be, not knowing how far Ken would go. There was one more thing Ken wanted. A tattoo. He'd thought long and hard about this. It had to be something either hidden or acceptable to Ron's father and friends. He'd decided on a tattoo of a tiny padlock on the right side of Ron's pubes. Presumably his father would never see it and his friends would probably admire it. Jess tattooed Ron as he stood tied up and knowing that something, presumably a tattoo judging by the repeated tiny sticks in his pubes, was being done to him.
Ken was so looking forward to the moment Ron saw himself, his cock locked back in the chastity pouch while enclosed by a genital band, his nipples ringed with tiny half inch decorative rings that any kid might wear and the hairless body and tattoo. Jess pulled a full length mirror in front of Ron, and then still gagged, he released the blindfold. Ron stared at his image. His body hurt so, but he simply adored what had been done to him. He immediately realized how discrete Ken had been, for which he was thankful (though he hoped worse would be done to him by Ken in the future. That was his horny dick thinking but it was racing way ahead of his brain). Jess wrote his name, 764, across the center of his chest and on his back and ass, but did so in washable ink. It would require scrubbing, but it would come off. Ron felt so humbled, so naked and so helpless, he almost squirted his cum despite the pouch, but not quite.
When the gag was removed and he was released from the bondage, he immediately fell to his knees and kissed Ken's sneakers. "Master, thank you , Master. This slave thanks you so much, Master." Ken was well pleased and the sight of his Master kneeling before him, his cock in the pouch, the genital band, the tit rings and a true slave 2 inch snout ring, plus the smooth body and tattoo gave him a monster hard-on. He ordered Ron to pull down his shorts and jock, and to slick his balls and cock. Then he allowed Ron to suck his dick.
Ron was eager to reward his Master with a great cocksuck. He went at it eagerly, licking first the smooth balls and then the dick, from head to base and back. After seeing a nod from Ken, he opened his mouth and took in his Master's cock. He felt sublimely submissive, a true slave serving his Master. He sucked voraciously, stroking the hard cock with his tongue and throat. Ken was so charged up from the piercing and tattooing he'd watched that, though he tried to delay it, he could not and he soon squirted a huge, thick cum load into Ron's mouth. As he shot, he pulled out so some of the cum would land on Ron's face and chest.
Ron swallowed the cum without difficulty, after all, this was not the first cum he'd eaten, not nearly the first. After gaining permission, he used his fingers to wipe his face and chest, sucking the cum from his fingers as he scooped it up. He was not done. Ken ordered him to then thank Jess by kissing his boots and then sucking his dick as well. Ron complied. This was just how a slave like him should be treated, he thought. Ken and Ron both thought it had been a wonderful and really satisfying morning. Both felt sweet and fulfilled.
As they left the shop, Ron, now dressed again in his sandals, shorts and cutoff tank top, noticed the other slave, 553, being led into the back room. What was there left to do to him, Ron wondered. You may ask why it was that Ken did not have Ron's ears pierced and ringed. After all, the rings could be removed. The reason was that Ken knew that even without the earrings, the earlobe piercings would be visible to the boy's father and so he considerately left this for another time. He was absolutely certain Ron would want more and more time as his slave.
It was time for some serious humiliation, Ken thought. They took a bus to another town where it was unlikely Ron would encounter anyone he knew. Of course, being jostled on the bus after just being ringed was painful but no one cared whether or not they bumped into Ron, slave 764. Slaves simply did not matter. Once off the bus, Ken ordered Ron to strip. Ron stared at him, naked, as in no clothes? Ken slapped his face and told to be quick about it. Well, thought Ron, there's nothing for it but to take off all my clothes. Reluctantly, he removed everything he wore that wasn't locked on. This left him in the see-through chastity pouch and the leather collar and wrist and ankle restraints. Ken clipped the leash to his collar and allowed it to hang down over Ron's body - just to increase the humiliation. Ron had never in his life felt so naked, so exposed, so demeaned, nor so excited. Here he was, ringed tits, chastity pouch, snout ring, restraints and
collar, his slave name written on his chest back and ass, and no bush and no pit hair. God, he thought, this is so humiliating, so hot.
Ken ordered the barefoot slave to follow him as he walked down the town's main street. What a thrill Ron felt. Yes! He was a slave, well, being seen by everyone as a slave, the only thing missing was a boner. He felt so, so horny. He knew that was how slave's felt most of the time and even that thought turned him on. He was one of them, the serving class, a slave. At last.
Ken too was having an exciting time but his dick was free to harden and stretch the jock holding it in under his shorts. He led Ron to a sandwich shop - and then tied his leash to the slave post outside the place. All Ron had access to was a dog bowl of water. Most slaves were not fed at midday. Why waste the money many Masters thought. While Ken sat at a table in the window so he could look at his slave, and equally important, so his slave could see him enjoying his lunch, Ron could only keep his head down so he didn't have to look into the eyes of those looking at his nakedness and catch glimpses of his Master eating lunch. He was hungry but he knew there would be no food for him so he bent down and licked up some water from the bowl inorder to fill his stomach. This had the unfortunate effect of leaving him needing to piss, something he hadn't done all morning. There was no way out, he had to just let loose right on the sidewalk. Ken watched and
laughed out loud. People on the sidewalk walked around Ron, trying to avoid the piss puddle the unmannerly slave had left. Two different men even kicked him to express their displeasure with him.
After lunch, Ken took Ron to a well known spot where gays met up, and had Ron ask passing men for permission to suck their cocks, "please Sir, may this slave please be allowed to suck your man dick, Sir?" It was so embarrassing, so right. Ken let two men take Ron up on his offer, so he sucked two strange dicks to orgasm and had no choice but to swallow the cum. This was real slavery he thought.
Much to Ron's surprise, they did not head home for the night. Instead, using Ron's credit card, Ken checked them into a local hotel that had a sign out indicating it allowed slaves. When they went up to their room, Ron was further surprised to see a bondage frame in the room as well as a dog cage used for slaves. He had no doubt where he'd be spending the night. That's what the cage was for, he knew. He shivered with excitement. There had been not the slightest compromise with his being a slave as far as he could tell. He credited Ken for that and he appreciated it, though he felt sore and exhausted. Ken had them both shower, with Ron naturally and gladly soaping up and cleaning Ken's body before his own. The warm water felt good but when it hit any of his new piercings, it caused him to groan with pain.
After drying Ken off, Ron was ordered to remove his plug and clean himself out using the enema equipment hanging in the shower room. Then he had to slide the plug back into his rather sore asshole. They ate in the hotel dining room, Ron completely naked and eating from a bowl of slave chow on the floor while Ken had a delicious smelling 3 course dinner, soup, steak and desert. Then some coffee which he almost never got at "home."
After watching an in-room movie together, Ken in an armchair and Ron on the floor licking his Master's bare feet and crotch, Ken went to bed naked and had Ron climb in with him at first. He played with the slave's body, stroking his smooth crotch and armpits, his chest, pinching his nipples while Ron moaned with pleasure but also with pain since the nips had just been pierced, his dick at last freed of chastity and bone now out and hard. Finally, Ken rolled Ron onto his back, withdrew the slave's buttplug, and gave Ron a royal fucking, sliding in and out, moaning his pleasure as Ron moaned his. Ken speeded up his fucking, almost jackhammering Ron's ass. It was too much for Ron and though, not having been given permission, he erupted with a shout, shooting cum over his chest and face and Ken's chest as well. That so excited Ken that he could hold back his own orgasm no longer and shot gobs of cum into Ron's ass, his own body stiffening from
jaw to toes in the fullness of his orgasm.
Two sweating bodies lay hugging oneanother in the bed, both breathing heavily. "Master, thank you, Master," Ron said. Ken just stroked Ron's face and chest, finally kissing him deeply. Then Ron had the "privilege" of eating all the cum he could lick or scoop up from their bodies. He stroked Ken's body, the finely shaped pectorals, the smooth armpits, the ass globes, the nipples, still hard, then he licked his Master's body. They both loved it. For the night, Ron was replugged and locked in the rather cramped cage. Ken pulled on his jock and slept comfortably in the wide bed. Before Ron fell asleep, he reviewed the day in his mind and found it one of the most exciting and fulfilling days of his entire life. What, he wondered, would tomorrow bring?
In point of fact, the next day was rather anticlimactic. They had to hurry back to town and get home and back to their usual roles before Ron's parents returned home. Before they neared the house, Ron's snout ring was removed and replaced by a stud. They exchanged clothes, so Ron now wore the sneakers, T shirt and shorts that Ken had worn and Ken was left to the sandals, shorty shorts and cutoff tank that had been Ron's uniform. One thing had not changed. Ron was still locked in the chastity pouch and he still did not have a key. His shorts bulged because of the pouch and his cock ached to be hard. His father gave him an odd look when they passed eachother in the hall that night. How come?
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