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 2010 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 formerly Master of Ken
Brothers & Slaves: Chapt. 38: Party Time Danny
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?
Chapt. 39: School Daze Danny
Ken and I hung our heads in shame. It had just been so humiliating, so demeaning. To have all these guys, most of whom we knew, see us naked, kneeling on the floor, servicing any guy who wanted it and then having to thank the guy, so demeaning. And Tim, who used to be my slave along with being Gary's and Ken's, standing there watching it all. He was actually the last to fuck my mouth. My former slave. I actually teared up. I'd been through so much, and now this. Why oh why was Gary so cruel to his own brothers? What was wrong with him? Yes, James had put an end to it, but Don and Tuck, how had they let themselves get caught in Gary's net? Or maybe what they really wanted were the blowjobs. Who knew?
Once the room was cleared out except for the three of us plus Tim, James, almost shaking with rage, had left, Gary said he had a video we must watch. Ken and I were on our knees, hands behind our backs, looking at the Instant Screen. To my horror, Gary had recorded the entire scene during which we'd been sex slaves, and we had to watch ourselves being lewd in public, and listen to all those "thank you Sirs" we'd spoken in return for receiving cock and cum. It was hideous and completely humiliating. I wept silently to see the tape of all the ways I'd been used and how I'd simply accepted the use.
Gary ordered us to the shower to clean ourselves, inside and out and also ordered us to clean Tim. I was a slave and now Ken and I were being further demeaned by having to wash down the boy who had been our slave. After the shower, the buttplugs were reinserted. At this point, my ass felt open and empty when there was nothing there. It was actually now uncomfortable to be empty. Far better to feel filled and fuck myself as I moved about. At least that was something. All four of us were mulling over what James might do... but we were each sure he would do something. I knew Gary must be thinking there was trouble on the horizon but he'd excuse himself as just having done what any slave Master had the right to do. Why was it such a big deal to James, he was probably thinking.
The next morning was Monday, a school day, our first since being returned to the house. For sure, Gary was going to do something nasty and indeed he was. He ordered that I be set to pull his rickshaw-like cart to take him to school. My forearms were tied to the shafts of the rickshaw, of course I was completely naked, not even allowed a foot covering, with a rubber bit in my mouth to which the reins were attached. A weight was hung from the ring in my ball sac so with every jog, it would swing and pull down. Just one of Gary's little amusements no doubt. I supposed Tim had previously performed this duty or perhaps one of the junior house slaves. Now it was me.
Before tying my arms to the rickshaw shafts, Gary had strapped his backpack to my shoulders so now as I would be jogging him to school, I'd be doing it with the weight of his books right on my back. Sadist. I felt the flick of his buggy whip on my ass and knew that meant I should start pulling. Getting the fucking thing started was tough, but once it was moving, the wheels supported most of Gary's weight, though not all of it, I supported some through the shafts and of course I also had the backpack. At least it meant he couldn't whip my back.
So I jogged along and was soon sweating from the effort. My bare feet hurt as they slammed into the roadway. But Gary wanted more speed. He didn't say so, he just gave several flicks of the whip to my ass and I knew what it meant. I picked up my pace to a fast jog. I was aware that people, free people and even slaves, noticed us as I ran the road. Did they realize who I was, or at least had been? Now I was just 415. Pulling the rickshaw was mostly mindless, so I started thinking about what Gary might have in mind for me during the school day. Surely he would not make me actually enter the school and expose my naked, ringed, tattooed body to all the guys I knew - and those I didn't know. Surely not. Perhaps work around the grounds or maybe just kept in the stables.
By the time we reached school, I was getting pretty winded. I was covered in sweat and I knew I must stink. Gary ordered me to the stables, the ones for 2 legged ponies, and I figured, safe at last.' A stable slave unhitched me from the rickshaw at Gary's order. I just hoped he didn't recognize me. Gary grabbed the free end of my leash and pulled me behind him as he headed into school. Oh no', I thought, `not this. Not total exposure.' But oh yes, he walked right through the school doors with me behind him on the leash and wearing his backpack.
School always began with students going to their `home' room for the first fifteen minutes. Just to be checked off by the teacher as present and to hear any announcements. There was nothing for it but to follow him into the room. After all, he held my leash and legally, he was my Master. He sat at a desk and I knelt on the floor next to him. I bowed my head in a silly attempt to hide myself. Gary ordered me into the present position, so I had to kneel up and put my hands behind my head which threw my chest forward, exposed my hairless armpits and left me with the full weight of the backpack loaded with his books. I could feel the stares I was getting. But the position thankfully required my head bowed, so I did not have to watch the kids as they watched me. I was not the only slave in the room, but I was the one they recognized as a former student there. It was just completely demeaning. The rings, especially the snout ring, the hairlessness, the
restraints on my limbs and genitals. My PA locked to the ring under my balls that still carried the weight Gary had placed there. I had one sore set of nuts. But the utter embarrassment. Even worse than Sunday. So many kids and there would be so many more all day. I dreaded it.
As I knelt there, Gary stroked my slavehawk like I was a dog he was petting. I guess I sort of was. Soon the 15 minutes were up and I was l was led through the corridors to Gary's first class. This time I was not taken into the classroom. Instead, my collar was locked by a short chain to a ring embedded in the wall behind me, my face to the corridor, back to the wall. They had rings like this all around the school so Masters could park their slaves if they wished. I could have had my neck or wrist or ankle chained to a floor level ring but not this time. The chain made it impossible for me to relax because the ring and therefore the chain and therefore my neck was held too high. So I had no choice but to stay kneeled up, my back, still loaded with Gary's book bag (except for the one book he removed for his class), necessarily almost straight and my knees pressed into the hard concrete of the floor. I happened to be the only slave at this particular
place so if anyone looked, they were looking at me.
I figured I must be giving off a sweaty stench. I knew if anyone who knew me walked by, I'd become an object of ridicule. But thank heavens during first period, no one I knew came by. I felt exhausted by the combination of the run to school and the nervous energy I was expending kneeling there just waiting to become an object of scorn and fun. Kids are cruel and I was sure they would be to me once they realized I was there.
There was another problem. I was beginning to need to piss. I knew I had to wait for Gary but what would he say? Suppose he wouldn't take me to a slave hole into which I could let go? At some point I'd just have to pee wherever I was and then there'd be holy hell to pay.
In one of my worst nightmares, who should walk by but Tuck. I guess he was on his way to take a quick piss and then get back to class. He walked by me, then did a double take and backed up to where he was directly in front of me. "Danny, or I suppose 415, I'm so sorry to see you humiliated like this. Whatever has come over Gary?" I knew the question was rhetorical, so I said nothing. He unbuttoned his fly, pulled apart his boxers so I could see the bare skin where his pubes used to be. I felt kind of bad, but what the fuck, look at me, no hair whatever on my body, so fuck him.
"Danny, uh 415, I'm smooth because I tried to help you. It didn't do any good and now Don and I are in Gary's power. Maybe not as much as you, but still under his threats. And of course, all the guys in the locker room have seen how Don and I are shaved. We get ridiculed. So brother, I guess you owe me."
I owe him? What is he talking about. I'm the slave here and he's supposed to be one of my best friends. Owe him? I don't think so. We're there in the hallway. I'm naked and he's got his fly open, his shorts open and now I see him grab his dick and balls and pull them out. OMG. Not in the hall. Not Tuck. But yes, he had me lean forward so I could just manage to get my tongue on his package. I took a sniff. Sweaty, teen-age crotch smell. I knew it well. I emitted the same smell.
"Suck, 415." What was a slave to do when his best friend ordered him to suck dick? Of course lean forward and take his hard-on into my mouth. In truth, his cock tasted good and was just the right size, maybe 5-6 inches long and nicely round. I licked his cockhead, then the rest of his dick, and then I mouthed the whole thing, one quick thrust. My eyes kept darting around, hoping no one would come upon us. It was so demeaning. So low. Right in the school hallway. Tuck took control, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting his dick in and out of my mouth like a piston going faster and faster. It didn't take much. His cock erupted and I felt the slimy cum draining into my throat and mouth. He was moaning from the pleasure I'd given him, i was groaning from the whole thing even happening.
Tuck looked down at me, he was sweating. I wondered what he'd say to his teacher. Not my problem. "Thank you Sir for the privilege of eating your cum, Sir." It was what I had to say but I hated every word. Tuck had his package back in his pants, zipped up, and off he went. Not a word. He did look back at me over his shoulder. I wonder what he thought.
When the period was over, and I'd gotten a handful of stares while chained in the hallway from both guys and girls, Gary came out of the classroom and stuffed his book into my backpack. He unchained me from the wall. "Master, permission to ask a question please, Master." (that's the style slaves have to use for speaking.)
"Alright, 415, quick, what is it?"
"Master, if you please Master, this slave has to piss Master. Please Master, take this slave to a piss hole and it allow it to piss, Master."
"Later, slave. After my next class. Just hold it in."
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master."
So he wasn't going to allow me to piss now. I'd have to wait for the 50 minutes his next class would last. I'd just have to hold it in somehow. With that, he picked up my leash and had me crawling behind him down the hall, up a flight of stairs and then midway down another corridor to his classroom. History, I think. This time I was chained down on all fours. My neck was in a collar attached to a pole about 15 or 18 inches above the floor, so I could not lower my head. I faced the hallway. My ankles were cuffed and then locked to a floor ring, my hands cuffed and also locked to a floor ring and then a band was locked around my chest and another around my waist, and these were locked to a solid metal plate attached to a metal stand on which I was in effect resting my body. The idea, of course, was to expose me in a demeaning position with my head placed so I could not lower it to avoid the eyes of anyone walking the corridor. I was fucked (speaking of which, of course the bottom of my black plug was visible to all). My ringed tits were crushed painfully into the metal plate. My snout ring hung straight down from my nose and my heavy earrings from my ears. Awful, awful situation.
Unfortunately, after first period, some groups of kids were free every period thereafter. I knew what that might mean, my first session of taunting and active humiliation. Sure enough, it was the worst. Joey came out of a classroom with a couple of other guys I knew and they were clearly not headed to another class. It took basically a nano second for them to spot me.
Joey of course started it off. "Well, well, what have we here? it looks like a slave to me. 415. Wasn't it once a student here?" Loud guffaws from the guys. "Yes, yes, I think it was, is that right slave? Speak up"
I had to answer of course. "Sir, yes Sir, this slave was once a free boy and attended this school, thank you Sir." I cringed as I said this.
"Eyes forward slave. Look at me," said Joey. I had no choice but to do as he ordered. I looked into his eyes and noted the several guys grouped around him. In his eyes I saw the cruelty I knew was in him. "Slave, thank these guys for spending their valuable time with you.
"Sir, yes Sir. Sirs, thank you for spending your valuable time with this slave, Sirs. How may this slave serve you, Sirs?" I knew the drill, but what could they do in an open hallway? Pull out their dicks for a blowjob? I didn't think so. Not enough balls to do it. But Joey had the balls. He whipped out his cock and told me his hairy balls and dick needed a tongue washing and said that I wanted to do that didn't I?
The only answer was, "Sir, yes Sir. Please Sir, may this slave wash your dick and balls with its tongue, Sir?"
"My hairy dick and balls, boy. Not smooth like your slave balls and dick."
"Yes, Sir, please may this slave wash your hairy balls and dick with its tongue, Sir?" By now, the other guys were laughing hysterically at the way Joey was demeaning me and the way I was accepting it. Joey moved his crotch toward me until I could just reach him with my tongue fully extended. I started licking the balls and cock now hanging outside his shorts. Both he and I knew if he got caught, he'd be in deep shit but that had never stopped Joey. I licked all around his dick and then his balls, feeling the genital skin and hair on my tongue.
"Now you want to suck my dick, don't you slave?"
There was only one possible answer. "Sir, yes Sir, this slave begs permission to suck your cock if you please, Sir." There were giggles all around and some scared glances from boys looking at both sides of the corridor, fearing the appearance of an adult.
Joey moved in, spearing my open mouth with his cock. He shoved it fully down my throat, choking me. I tried to pull back but the metal collar made it impossible for me to move my head forward or back. Just as I thought I'd pass out, he pulled back and started fucking my mouth, pulling out, thrusting in, over and over. I did my best to please him though it was sorely tempting to just bite into his dick. Definitely unwise, though pleasing thought. Quickly his dick hardened, and he pumped more and more vigorously until I felt his dick expand yet more, his body tense and then a full stream of cum landed in my mouth and throat. Not one eruption, but two, three, four ropes of cum. I swallowed it all.
"Sir, thank you for the gift of your cum, Sir." It was what I had to say.
Joey pulled all the way out and had me lick his dick clean. After stowing away his tool, he invited any of his friends to use me but none had the guts to whip our their dicks in a public hallway. Still, they were gathered around.
"Will he do anything we say?" a guy, I think named Timothy, asked.
"Oh yes,"said Joey," just tell it what you want. "
The guy was wearing a tank and I could see the tufts of hair from his pits. He sort of knelt in front of me and commanded me to to lick clean his armpits, his hairy armpits. He put his left hand behind his head and moved in. "You want to do this, don't you slave?" Timothy was really getting into it.
"Sir, yes Sir, this slaves begs Sir to allow it to tongue clean Sir's hairy armpits, please Sir."
"Do it 415." So he pressed his pit toward my mouth and I had no choice but to stick out my tongue and start licking the sweat from his pit. Sour tasting like pit sweat always is. And he was really hairy there. I had to brush my tongue through the field of hair inorder to reach the underlying skin. This was the worst, I thought. Chained naked in an open hallway and set to amuse a group of young guys. I licked through his left pit and then he offered me the right which stunk even more. I feared gagging but managed to keep my tongue there in his pit hair and skin. To think, I once had hair in my armpits but that was before my slavery began. Now my pits were as smooth as his were hairy.
Once I'd satisfied him that his pits were cleaned, his courage picked up and out came his dick and balls. I needed no order to know what was expected. So Timothy got the blowjob of his life and shot enough cum that I thought he must have forgotten to jerkoff that morning. His cum was creamy and thick.
There wasn't much time left in the period but nonetheless, one guy pulled out his belt, doubled it over, moved behind me, twisted my buttplug, leading me to moan (and realize I really HAD to piss), then he used the belt to whip my ass, five strokes to each side, which I had to count out and thank him for. I could feel the sting of course, but also the heat rising off my ass. My face was as pink as my ass. I was blushing from the indignity of it all and almost ready to cry. I still had a full day of this to get through. How could I do it?
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