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. 37: Master Gary Danny
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.
Chapter 38: Party Time Danny
After maybe 20 minutes, I heard a small commotion. Had he brought his friends into the room? Judging by the sounds, it seemed there were at least several guys now present. I felt a hand stroke my slavehawk. It sent a chill of anticipation through me. Hands lifted my nipple rings and then released them so they would crash into my chest. He stroked the nips themselves and I couldn't help releasing a moan of pleasure. I could also tell something was happening to Ken because moans were also coming that I recognized as his.
The hands grabbed my shoulders and twisted them, turning me so I was now facing the room, I thought. A hand reached down and started to massage my balls, while squeezing my tits alternately. God it felt good to have a hand on my balls, a gentle hand. My head was bent down until I sensed the sneaker of the Sir using me under my face. I nuzzled it, and then his other, since the gag prevented me from licking. During all of this, not a word had been spoken.
He pulled my slavehawk to raise my face to his crotch. I nuzzled him, trying to turn my face slightly from side to side so he would feel pressure on his cock and balls through his jeans, or were they shorts? In either case, I knew this would please. I felt him reach over my back and twist the base of my buttplug. Not viciously, just enough so I felt it and understood his control. He'd been given my body by Gary and he was just in the foreplay stage of controlling and using it.
What was happening to Ken? I had no way of knowing. I was pushed down to sneaker level again and had it shoved in my face. I guessed the owner wanted me to remove it. With my hands cuffed behind my back, the only way I could try was to use my teeth, but I was also gagged. My hands were released from behind my back and cuffed instead in front. Although it was hard to maneuver with my hands held so close to eachother, I managed to find the end of a lace, pulled on it (thank goodness it didn't knot), and the lace was untied. Taking off the sneaker wasn't too difficult. I sniffed the sneaker and gathered in the foot sweat aroma as a slave is supposed to do. I repeated the process with the other foot.
With the socks exposed, I knew to next give them a hearty sniff. Whew, these had been worn more than one day. I nuzzled the socked feet. I tentatively began removing the socks, doing it slowly because there had been no specific order. The owner offered no resistance, so I thought I must be doing the right thing. With the socks off, I sniffed them again, and then moved my face to sniff the bare feet. Very masculine, strong aroma; clearly, the feet had not been washed that morning. I supposed I was to do the washing. I can tell you, it was pretty humiliating being naked in what was once my bedroom, ringed, collared and made to serve a person without even knowing who he was.
A yank on my hawk brought my head up again. The owner reached behind my head and removed my gag. I waited for an order. Hearing none, I knew what to do. I bent my head to the floor again and kissed each of his feet. Then I began licking, first the arch and heel, then, by lifting the foot, the sole, and finally the wonderful smelly toes. First I licked across them, then that best area, the archway directly under the toes. Ripe. Finally I sucked each of his toes and, most importantly I knew, between the toes. None too clean but real man's dirt. Finished with one foot, I again kissed it and moved to repeat the whole process on the other foot. I heard moans of pleasure from the otherwise silent owner. By now, my dick had fully risen from the stimulus of the humiliation and from the pleasure of foot cleaning, and I was showing one very hard boner.
I found out later, that while I was foot worshiping, Ken was having lines of clothes pins placed across his chest between his nips and a second row beneath his nipples. Another row crossed his abdomen, each row involved 5, 6, 7 individual pins. One for his belly button, Then a long row down his inner thighs and another along the outer thighs. The pins didn't hurt a lot, but they created a feeling of tightness and almost restraint along the rows, and soon Ken was moaning with pleasure tinged with a little pain.
The next pins really hurt. I know from personal experience. They placed 3 pins directly in the central area of each armpit. These elicited more groans of pain than pleasure moans. A line went along his inner upper arms. Finally, his torturer reached for his genitals. 5 pins were placed on the portions of the sac covering each ball. these hurt, but the tightness was indescribably sensual. Ken knew what would come next and shuddered at the thought. Sure enough, as he told me later, 4 pins were attached along the bottom surface of his now rigidly hard dick. These hurt at once. Pleasure, maybe, but definitely pain. Moving by shifting his hips just made it worse as the pinned cock waved around in the air above his abdomen and pubes and the ball pins rubbed along his thighs. Then he was released from the spread-eagle on the bed and led about the room, hands behind his head with the pins shifting painfully with each step, rubbing against his thighs, burning
into his armpits, he said it felt like the start of a torture scene. While it was likely Gary was directing the scene, Ken actually had no idea at that point who it was.
He was pushed to his knees and a crotch was thrust into his face, a completely naked crotch sprouting a thick hard-on and swinging balls. He knew his job was to sniff and lick so he did so. The stroking of his hawk told him the guy was enjoying what he was doing. Yet not a word had been said. Ken could hear voices in the background. Apparently there was an audience watching him.
The guy using me continued his use. He had me stand up. He pulled me to his chest and I realized he wore no shirt; it was our two bare chests rubbing against eachother. What was going on? He pulled my face into his armpit and I smelled the usual oder of a teen armpit, hairy and moist when he had me lick it. He switched sides and had me do his other pit, rubbing my face in it. Not my favorite thing at all. He pulled my hands down from behind my head and lowered them until I could feel jockstrap like material covering his cock and balls. His dick was already hard, virtually straight up. I rubbed my hands on his covered dick and he just moaned quietly with pleasure. I massaged his balls through the material and then was pushed to my knees where he had me licking him through the strap. He had one hard boner, I'll say that for him.
He pulled off the jock and hung it around my neck. My own dick was just as hard as his and was leaking it felt like. I was getting off on his use, the precum flowing, or maybe it was just having been denied an orgasm that had me hot. There was only one place, well two, this could lead to. Either I'd be sucking and licking him, or he'd be fucking me, or both, one after the other. He pulled my face into his crotch, I took a good whiff of hot teen sexual need, then stuck out my tongue to lick. That's when I realized there was something strange. There was no hair on his balls, none on his prick and, most surprising, none on his pubes. His crotch was shaved smooth, as smooth as mine. Who was this and why the hairless crotch? Was I serving another slave but one allowed pit hair unlike me? As I licked, and my tongue scooped up his precum, I couldn't help thinking I was being humiliated in a special way, at Gary's order no doubt.
Ken had a similar experience. The crotch he was serving and licking, the cock and balls, all hairless. He told me that he too wondered if he was being made to serve a slave in front of Gary's friends as an audience. I also became aware of the background buzzing and realized there were other guys there who were just watching and laughing at my degradation. Who were they? Of course selected by Gary, but who? Surely he would not expose me in this low way to his school buddies. Or perhaps, surely he would enjoy exposing Ken and me to his buds, mocking our helplessness and obedience? Yes, that seemed like Gary, but no, not his own brothers; he couldn't expose us in this way, or could he? He certainly could but would he? Hmmm, could be, I thought.
I took the guy's cock in my mouth and began serving it, swirling my tongue around it, pumping my mouth up and down on it. I liked that cock and I was getting off on feeling it my mouth, tasting it, swallowing its precum. I could feel the heat radiating from the guy's crotch and thighs. I raised my hands and massaged his nips. Moans of pleasure. He liked that. I pinched his nips and if anything his cock grew even harder. He liked that too. Too bad i couldn't bite down on his tits, bet he'd groan with pleasure from that but my mouth was otherwise in use sucking dick. By now I was sweating and I could smell the sweat rivulets running from my pits down my sides. I hoped I wasn't beginning to stink but I knew I was and so was Ken who was working just as hard as I was and was just as turned on. My boner wouldn't quit. I wished I could touch it but without permission, I knew if I did I'd only end up being punished, so I didn't. But it was
swinging hard between my thighs and I was getting hornier and hornier.
I felt the guy I was blowing begin to stiffen, his cock swelled just a bit more, grew extremely hard, and then cum was shooting into my mouth almost faster than I could swallow it (and I'm good at this) and the guy was groaning in the heat of orgasm. Not just one shot of juice but one after another, maybe five in all. Wow, how long since he'd last cum? Must have been a while. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and wiped it across my cheeks and lips as though I was a cum rag. My role was to say "Sir, thank you Sir for the gift of your cum, Sir," and that was what I said and kinda meant it. I could hear Ken saying about the same words so I guessed someone had cum in him as well.
Would I ever learn whose dick I just served? Yes indeed I would. Gary came over and asked if I'd like to know whose cock I just blew. I told him, "Master, yes Master, this slave would like to know who it served if Master permits, Master." How humiliating to say that in front of an audience, to refer to Gary as Master' and myself as this slave.'
When Gary removed my blindfold, I gasped at how cruel he had been. There before me, completely naked and crotched shaved was one of my two best friends, Tuck. I hung my head in embarrassment and shame. He didn't look too happy either. And there behind Tuck was Don, my other best friend, at least until now, as naked and shaved as Tuck and clearly having just shot into Ken's mouth. How could they do this to me, to Ken? Had they no loyalty, no shame? And performing before an audience, how in the world could they? They would not look either Ken or me in the eye, avoiding all eye contact. And well they should. My own best friends, degrading me and Ken, and themselves, in this way.
There were six or seven of Gary's friends in the room who'd watched the show, horny 15 and 16 year olds. And there were two or three members of Ken's football team there as well as Joey from my team. Well, you know what happened. Everyone one of those guys, Joey with me, the footballers with Ken, and the rest dividing up between us, got a blow job, which we had to beg permission to do and then submissively thank the guy for the privilege. I tell you, I wanted to cry - but more, I wanted to punch Gary hard, I would just have to get even with him somehow.
Joey was specially allowed to fuck me, which meant I had to publicly ask permission to remove my plug, then beg to be fucked by that asshole (actually, it was my asshole) and then thank him for the privilege and, having asked and been given permission, reinsert my slave plug. It was the same for Ken. In his case, both the footballers, the quarterback and the center linebacker fucked Ken, and all this was done entirely in public before all the assembled guys. How sick was that?
By the end, I was beyond caring, I just wanted it all to end. But I did have a question: why were Tuck and Don shaved and why had they turned on me? I just had to find out.
So there we all were, Ken and me kneeling naked on the floor with cum on our faces, chests, crotches and backs (plus, of course, the unseen cum we'd swallowed or had pumped up our asses), and Tuck, Don, Joey and several of the other guys standing around naked or in their jocks, when there was a knock on the door and in walked James. The sudden silence was deafening.
"What have we here," asked James, "a little teen orgy with 809 and 415 at the center? Is that what we have here Gary?"
Gary stared at James seemingly unable to speak at first. "...Ah, well, James, that's one way to put it, I guess. Me and the guys were just having a little fun...and I guess it may have gotten a little out of hand. Just a bit of fun, James, with my slaves. You know Dad made me their Master so...."
"So you thought, what fun, lets have a sex party and use the slaves to get off. Is that it, Gary?"
"Hey, James, what's the big deal? They're slaves. Slaves get used for sex...so we were using them. And Tuck and Don decided to join in and strip so we could see their shaves, and then we all went at it. Most of the guys stripped as you see or did down to their boxers or straps, and then we all just fooled around. Nothing but teen sex, James, that's all we were doing." Clearly Gary was worried that James would think he'd somehow overstepped the bounds, but they were his slaves after all, and the others were friends, so what was the fuss, Gary wondered.
"All right you assholes, get dressed and get out of here, except you Tuck and Don, and the football guys and Joey. The rest of you, out. Now." No one wanted to take on James, what was the point? They'd had a sex party set up by Gary with the two slaves as centerpieces and it was between Gary and James. Not their business. They were soon gone except the ones James had told to stay.
"Alright, Tuck, how come you and Don, who were Danny's best friends, are here stripped and I imagine having had sex with Danny, oh, and how come you're shaved?"
Tuck spoke up. "Well...ah...James, the truth is, Gary told us that if we'd shave our crotches and then have sex with Danny and Ken in front of a bunch of other guys, you know, get blowjobs from them, then Gary would let them get off too and maybe he'd let them dress when they were outside and we could have a good talk with them. We just thought we were helping Ken and Danny. Well, also, in all honesty, Gary had recorded us a couple of times having sex with eachother, and with Danny, and he said he'd launch the recordings on the net if we didn't do what he said, starting with shaving ourselves...well, actually, he made us shave eachother and recorded that too. Right Don?"
"Yeah, right Tuck. We thought we'd be helping but I guess we weren't. Oh god, I'm so sorry Danny and Ken to have been part of this. We never would have been, like Tuck says, if we didn't think we'd be helping you and we didn't know until we got here that there'd be a crowd and we'd all have to have sex with you guys."
Joey and the footballers said they'd been invited over for a play party and so of course they came, who wouldn't? Yeah, they'd been willing to use and humiliate 809 and 415, but as slaves, what else could they expect? A campfire singing Kumbyah? He didn't think so. Ken and Danny knew that sexual use was a part of being a slave and that's all that was going on. Nothing to get upset about. Just some blowing and fucking.
James was appalled by what he'd seen and what they were telling him. They had no conscience at all, especially Gary who set it all up. The Master and Mistress would have to be told when they returned, he thought. Gary was probably going to be in deep shit. But Gary, having gotten in a hole, was going to just keep on digging. Clearly, Gary had learned nothing from the weekend when James had humiliated him in the woods while Danny was at the slave training center. Did the boy have no sense?
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