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 formerly Master of Ken
Brothers & Slaves Chapt. 34: A Really Bad Night Danny
As for the three of us, over the next several weeks (yes, well beyond our school vacation) we were rented out singly or in various combinations, but never again had an experience anywhere near as bad as that with Mr. Brent. For that, I was thankful. I also found that I liked being of service (to halfway decent people), I liked submitting to the pleasure of each temporary owner and being made to do what was demanded of me. I even accepted that I should be punished, sometimes harshly, when I was disobedient, disrespectful, or performed inadequately in any way. I wished to be a good slave, an obedient slave, a respectful slave, and I disappointed myself whenever I was less than that. Despite having been rented out numerous times, I was completely unprepared for what Mr. Warren next had in store for me.
Chapt. 35: Ron Goes Home Ken & Ron
Mr. Howard finally sent Ken and Ron back to Ron's family. Once home, Ron assumed he'd resume the life of a schoolboy and that Ken would resume life as his slave. He could not have been more wrong. Ron's Dad had been really pissed when Ron had gone off on his slave "vacation." When Mr. Howard had called him to ask about it, he'd told Mr. Howard to "keep the little bastard as long as you like. Train him. We'll see how he likes being a slave," and Mr. Howard had done just that. He had not used Ron as a field hand nor as a pony or other demanding assignment. This disappointed Ron's Dad. He was considering returning Ron to Mr. Howard for more demanding training but first he would allow him some time at home. But not as before.
As soon as Ron was home, still naked though no longer collared, his heavy slave nipple rings having been replaced by smaller more decorative ones and his earrings and snout rings having been removed (of course he was permanently tattooed with the two slave "S" markings and his slave name was tattooed on his back and "slave" across his pubes, his body was hairless plus he was returned locked in a chastity pouch as his Dad had specified to Mr. Howard), he was taken to his father's study. There he was told that things would not again be as they had been.
Ron's father told him that he would now be considered a slave. He would be collared, have wrist and ankle restraint bands, of course the permanently installed genital and balls bands he now wore remained, and he would remain locked in the see through chastity pouch. He would be taken to a hair removal shop and his body hair would be removed for a year, perhaps longer. He was to call his father "Sir" or "Master," not "Dad" for as a slave of course he was no longer his son. His mother would be "Mam." He would be naked at home but would be allowed tight shorty shorts, a tight, cutoff wifebeater and sandals when outside. In colder weather, a sweat shirt and sweat pants might be permitted. Finally, he was told that Ken was delegated by Ron's father to act as Ron's Overseer. Of course, Ron would now be known as 764, his slave name.
On his knees, in the strict slave present position (knees spread, back straight, hands behind his bowed head and elbows parallel with his shoulders), he begged and begged his father not to do this to him but his father said only that Ron had chosen and now he would live out his choice. He did not say if this was permanent but he certainly set no time limit.
Ken was then brought in and told the new situation. It was made clear that he was Ron's superior and would be held responsible, as well as 764 himself, for the boy's behavior. He would be allowed shorts in the house and his cock would for now be unlocked so he could fuck 764 (as his father now referred to Ron) whenever he liked, or get sucked off. The father did not care. Ken was to assign 764 slave duties in the house after discussing it with the head house slave, but the father wanted it clear, 764 was to work and to work as a slave, the more distasteful and lowly the task the better. As he listened to all this, Ron began to cry and again begged his father, "Master," to not do this. The father literally waved his words off. However, the father had not yet decided whether to restore to Ron the wide, heavy tit rings of a slave or leave him with the smaller decorative ones. The PA ring would be slave size and Ron would resume wearing the earrings of a slave, though not yet anyway, the snout ring. With that, he sent the boys off to the head house slave so Ron could be fitted with his collar, restraints and earrings. Father would keep the key to Ron's new see through chastity pouch. He would decide later whether to give Ken a key.
The boys went off in search of the head house slave who had been told beforehand of Ron's arrival and what the father's plan was. He was hugely amused and looked forward to humiliating Ron and making use of his mouth and ass. Of course, his ass would always be plugged like those of all the slaves -except when a higher authority allowed its removal so Ron could dump - or get fucked.
Ron was soon outfitted exactly as his father had determined and so was Ken. True, Ken was permitted only shorts indoors and wore all the rings of a slave including the snout ring, but he was allowed full clothing when outdoors, as Ron was not, and above all, his cock was free, at least for now. Orgasms galore were in his future he figured, at least as long as he kept Ron in line - and this he was looking forward to doing. He liked Ron, and felt for him in this new humiliation, but he knew Ron liked to be dominated, they had played at that, so he knew he could be a good and firm Master for him. He would have Ron call him "Sir" rather than Master. He thought it best that only Ron's Dad be called "Master." Best for Ken as well as for Ron. He attached a leash to Ron's collar and led him up the stairs to what was now Ken's bedroom suite. Ron would be the slave who kept it, and the bathroom, clean, made and changed the bed, and kept things neat
and orderly.
For Ron, this was a totally unexpected homecoming. He thought his parents would welcome their son and be glad to have him once again in their home. To now be designated a slave, to be treated as one, to be naked and ringed as one, soon to lose all body hair (not that he had any at that moment) for at least a year, this was not at all what he'd expected. True his father had looked askance at him when he'd returned with hidden rings from the weekend away with Ken as his Master, what fun that had been, but this was now real. His father had left him with Mr. Howard. What else was he thinking of doing? Surely he would not have Ron legally committed as a slave. Or would he?
The room had been fully made up for the return of the boys. Once there, Ron, in his best slave manor, assumed the position and begged to be told how he might serve Sir Ken. Ken, who had been returned as naked as Ron now was, told Ron to find him a pair of shorts that would please his Dad for Ken to wear. Ron brought him a pair of cutoff jeans shorts, very cutoff indeed. Ken pulled a jockstrap from a drawer, put it on and then donned the shorts. The jock felt really good rubbing on his bare cock and balls. He lay down on what had once been Ron's bed but was now his and told Ron he thought it would be nice to be given a tongue bath. Except for the humiliating circumstances, that was fine with Ron, he loved licking Ken's well formed and now tanned body.
As any slaveboy would, Ron began with the toes and feet, first sniffing them as he'd been taught to do, then nuzzling each foot with his face, rubbing the sole all over his mouth, nose and cheeks, only then sticking his tongue way out to start lapping the arch, the heel, the toes, between and under the toes, and finally the sole of each foot. He felt how excellent it was to serve in this way. Ken moaned with the pleasure he felt. How good it was, he thought, to have this handsome, well formed slave as his servant, how good it was feeling his tongue on his masculine size ten feet.
It was even better as Ron licked his crotch, hairless of course, but how nice having a tongue lapping across his pubes and between his legs back toward his asshole. As much as he enjoyed this part, he still grabbed at Ron's slavehawk, moving Ron's tongue up the center of his ripped abdomen, to his chest. Ron went to work eagerly licking Ken's chest, the pecs, between them and last the nipples. He let his tongue play with the large rings that pierced Ken's tits, lifting them and letting them fall against his chest. This turned Ken on, it made him really hot, and hotter still when Ron began to chew on and pinch his tits. They filled with blood, stood out even further than the rings forced them. Ron then sniffed the armpits of Ken, kissing each before licking away the man sweat that had formed as Ken had experienced each new height of arousal. The sweat was sour, armpit sweat almost always was Ron knew, he licked it away nonetheless.
At last it was time for Ron to begin on Ken's genitals. But first, Ken rolled over and ordered Ron to rim his hole and then tongue fuck him. This was not one of Ron's favorite things, but he did it with the eagerness expected of a slave and Ken writhed from the pleasure of it, the tongue circling his hole then pushing as far as it could inside him.
Ken rolled onto his back again. He ordered Ron to finger fuck his ass while he licked every inch of his dick and balls. Ken was as hard as he'd ever been, fully eight inches long, and his cock was like a steel pole, so hard. Ron begged to be allowed to suck Sir's cock, and, given permission, immediately went down on it, full throating it first, then wrapping his tongue around it, licking and pumping as he sucked. His fingers were busy with Ken's tits, squeezing , pinching, then digging his nails into them. Ken could not help groaning with pleasure and began to pump his pelvis to meet Ron's tongue. He wanted this to last but it could not; he arched his back involuntarily, stretched and curled his toes, threw back his head and shouted Ahhhhhhhhh as he shot first one stream, then a second, then a third and forth stream of cum, first into Ron's mouth and then on both their chests. Ken fell back, completely spent, the orgasm one to remember. He lay there as Ron licked up the cum from his body and spooned into Ron's own mouth the cum that had landed on his own slave chest.
For Ron, it was extremely satisfying to please Ken in this way, even the submissiveness of the act had been pleasurable for him, but his own cock ached to be hard and to shoot. He knew that even if Ken had wanted to allow him to cum, there was no way he could. Only by begging his father, how humiliating was that going to be, could he get his dick free of the pouch holding it and his balls, get hard and then cum if his Dad allowed it. This he thought as he lay beside Ken, was now his life. Somehow he must accept his new place, his lowly place, in the household; must accept the scorn of the house slaves as he worked as one of them. He was screwed, and he didn't mean by a cock or the plug riding his ass. His own father had done this to him in retaliation for Ron just wanting to try out slavery at Mr. Howard's for a week - and lying to his father about it. He was being made to pay.
That evening, he was made to kneel in the dining room in the slave rest position, watching his Mom, Dad and Ken eat dinner at the table while he could only drool at the smells. Every so often, his Dad would take a morsel of food and beckon to Ron to crawl over on his knees to receive it in his mouth from his father's fingers. This he hated. It was so degrading, he thought. Of course, that was exactly what his father intended it to be. His mother barely looked at him after initially staring at his chastity pouch to get a good look at her son's apparatus. She was pleased by the fullness of his cock and balls, their size as well as their confinement. She intended to keep Ron this way for a good long time. She was enjoying it, actually.
The next day, Ron was fitted with the tiniest scrap of cloth to cover his pouch and nothing but a thong for his ass. A cutoff tank top, a size too small so extremely tight, his tit rings clearly visible, and the tank reading "SLAVE" front and back, together with thong sandals was all he wore when taken out by Ken for the trip to the hair removal shop. It was about a mile walk and he had never, he thought, never felt more degraded than he did on that walk to the place and back, exhibiting himself, his ass cheeks and abdomen bare, the rest of his crotch and his chest barely covered, his feet visible on the thong sandals. On the way to the shop, walking a step behind Ken, his Overseer, he realized it would probably soon be worse, that soon he might be sent outside completely naked and barefoot, save for the metal that was locked or sealed on him and the see through pouch. And he was right.
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