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
Chapt. 36: A New Master Danny
When we got to the threshold of the room, I knocked and begged permission to enter. We were told to come in and we did. We walked over to where Gary was sitting, undressed except for his tight boxers. We sank to our knees. In one of the hardest things I have ever done, and I know Ken felt the same, first I and then Ken kissed each of Gary's bare feet and in turn said, "Master, how may this slave serve you? Master, this slave begs you to take this key to its chastity pouch so you will completely control its cock, its ability to get hard and its ability to cum. Please Master." I was practically in tears at submitting myself in this way. Gary took the keys and smirked at us.
All Gary said at first was, "Welcome slaveboys. isn't it nice to be all together again? What fun it will be having you serve me." Fun for him, maybe, but not for us. What ideas were churning in that sadistic brain of his? His two older brothers, his slaves.
Chapt. 37: Master Gary Danny
"Here's the plan slaves," Gary said, "First, I don't plan on taking showers. That's what slaves have tongues for. Soap and water for my asshole and slave tongues everywhere else. Just think how great that will be for you after my morning runs. Real sweat from a real guy, not some fag slaveboy.
"Lets start right now. My evening wash down. You, 415 take the right side, you 809 take the left, and don't forget my furry armpits and bush, boys. OK, begin. Now."
I knew I shouldn't do it but I looked at Gary straight on, right at his face and eyes. I didn't like what I saw there at all. A willful, spiteful teenager, awash with his power over his brothers, a sadist intent on humiliating Ken and me - and there was not a thing either of us could do about it. I cast my eyes down. Gary said nothing about my misbehavior which amounted to discourtesy toward my Master.
Ken and I lay Gary down on his back on the bed. We pulled down his boxer briefs. My, my, if anything, little brother's cock and balls were a little larger than I remembered. We started on his feet which were none too clean and quite smelly. Ken and I each were doing the same thing. First, I licked over the bridge of his foot, then around the back of the heel and the ankle bones. Next, the toes, over the tops after taking a whiff (as slaves are supposed to when performing this function, same with the pits), then over the toes and finally between each toe. I cleaned out the lint that had gathered there and which was none too tasty.
I bent his leg at the knee so I could get under his foot. I never liked the leathery sole part of foot worship but of course, under the circumstances, that was of no consequence. What I liked or not simply didn't matter. The last part was that arch under the toes and I swiped my tongue over that area. When I was done, all I could taste in my mouth was foot taste and foot smell. To be honest, I suppose I would have been hard by now if the chastity pouch allowed it, which it did not.
I licked up Gary's hairy leg. Once I had male hair on my legs. No more. I missed it and licking Gary's really brought home to me how alien I looked and felt without the hair a guy should have. Next it was his smooth abdomen, smooth except for a luscious treasure trail leading from his navel to his pubes. I did not neglect his bush. It was so frustrating licking Gary's while I was completely smooth down there.
Next up, his chest. nicely formed for a newly minted 16 year old. Real pecs, out enough to be noticeable and very masculine. Then the tiny nipple nubs, i licked and nibbled a bit which brought a pleasurable moan from Gary. Now the part that always made me feel more slave than any other, licking those hairy, smelly, wet armpits. Well, there was nothing for it but to do it, so I stuck my nose in and whiffed, what a boy stink, and all that hair rubbing my face, and then my tongue as I licked the pit clean.
When Ken and I finished with the front, we rolled Gary over and licked down his back and across his quite smooth ass. Ken went and got a soapy wash cloth and another wet one, not soapy, to clean off our Master's asshole. Too think, we'd be doing this at least twice every day, morning and night, and probably more. We rolled Gary onto his back again. I spoke, "Master, do you want these slaves to lick your cock and balls (of course he did) and then suck you off?"
"Oh, yes, slaves, this is really fun and feels real good. Yeah, do my cock and balls and then you, 809, you give me a nice slow blow job while 415 massages my nips. Now boys, now." So we did as ordered, Ken went down on him after we'd finished licking and I worked on his nips, squeezing them harder and harder, then using my nails, trying to hurt him, but all I got were moans and `harder boy, harder" so I bent over and bit down on his right tit, then rubbed my teeth with his nip between them, and finally, as the moaning got louder and Gary began rising to face fuck Ken, I really bit down on one nip, pinched my nails into the other. Gary screamed and tightened his body and I could see Ken swallowing a huge load of cum Gary must have been saving for us. He was breathing heavily as he pushed Ken off his dick and me away from his chest.
Gary just lay there, recovering for maybe a full minute or two as we watched from our knees. My dick was aching to bone up against the hard pouch in which it and my balls were locked. Oh god I wanted to cum. I looked over at Ken who was licking the last of the cum from his lips. I could see the same horniness and humiliation that I was feeling.
"Master, permission to speak please Master?" I begged.
`What is it 415, better be good."
"Master, this slave, and 809 also, beg Master to allow his slaves to cum please Master. Master, (I hated doing this) these slaves beg you to release their slave dicks and permit them to cum, please, please Master." To my own younger brother. Unbelievable - but necessary. I was really begging. I needed to cum, I had to cum and I knew Ken felt the same.
"Well, it's tempting to see you boys shoot all over eachother, but I think not tonight."
There was no appeal. Our Master, our former brother Gary, had decided and only he could decide. I groaned but only inwardly. Had I groaned aloud, he would no doubt have punished me for "speaking" without permission. It was well past midnight by now, a fun Saturday night - not.
"You boys go take your showers, dump and replug. I want clean, plugged asses all the time, now go."
"Yes Master, thank you, Master," we chanted in unison. This was worse than I could possibly have imagined. Gary as my Master, and me naked in my own home, well, what used to be my home, now just a place I lived. Ken and I nuzzled against each other in the wonderful warm shower, after we'd unplugged and taken our shits. It was the only way we could whisper to eachother without, hopefully, alerting Gary that we were talking. Ken said, "This is the worst ever. Holy shit that fucking kid in there, my Master?"
"Cool it Ken," I said, "he's our Master until we figure some way out of this, but once we do, that fucker is toast and I mean burnt toast." We both giggled at that. We took the dangerous step of using towels to dry off, lubed up our plugs and reinserted them. The reinsertion was always painful because, although I was stretched enough from constantly wearing the thing, my insides were a little raw from its being there all the time.
Clean and ass plugged, we returned to the bedroom and knelt beside Gary's bed waiting to be told what to do. "Right," said Gary, who was now in a clean pair of extremely tight boxer briefs (spandex?) that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, "809, you'll sleep here with me in case i want some service during the night, and you 415, find a blanket and sleep alongside my bed. Maybe I'll want two of you. So that was how we bedded down. Once I was stretched out, even though Gary had locked together my wrist bands, I was instantly asleep. It had been a long, long day.
It was Sunday. Our brunch, eaten on the floor while Mom, Dad and Gary at the dining table ate a true brunch that smelled so good but in which we were not asked to share, no indeed, all we got was slave chow with a raw egg mixed in and water. That was it. At the table, they talked as if we weren't there and I guess, for them, we weren't. We were like wallpaper, unnoticed, background. We did see James, now our slave Master, pass through the room, but that was it for excitement.
When asked his plans for the day, Gary said that some friends were coming over and they'd just fool around, maybe some touch football or something. This was the first we'd seen of Mom. She asked Gary how he was doing with the new slaves (her own sons for gods sake) and he said the slaves so far were shaping up fine and had been obedient. Dad helpfully suggested that Gary might want to hang a paddle from his belt, in case he needed to send a message with a few swats. That's our Dad. But what was this about friends coming over? Which friends? Was he about to display us or lend us out or something?
Back upstairs, Gary dressed in almost skin tight cutoff shorts with a jock underneath, a well used jock it looked and smelled like, a tank top, very tight, his nipples clearly showing through, no show socks and sneakers. The well dressed kid. We were the well dressed slaves, naked. Gary locked our hands behind our backs and had each of us kneel in front of what used to be our beds, facing the wall. Then he seemed to decide on a whim to blindfold and gag us. My gag was a nice fat rubber cock. He unlocked our pouches and let our balls and cocks hang free. I thought this was actually a bad sign that we were in for some torture. I didn't then know that after I'd been blindfolded, Ken had been spread-eagled on what was once his bed, and chained tightly to the four corner posts of the bed. He was completely exposed and completely helpless, just a beautiful, hairless, 18 year old well developed, male body.
For a while nothing happened. I was bored kneeling there but I figured it was better then what might come later that would be more interesting.
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