Borthers & Slaves/4: Chapter 4: The beat Goes On
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Brothers & Slaves: Recap Chapt's 1-3: Danny
My name is Danny and I'm 17 years old. I live and share a bedroom/study room with my two brothers, Ken age 18 and Gary who is 15. Through physical force and then blackmail, Ken had begun to use me for his sexual pleasure. Gary too. Oh, I don't mean they fucked me or that I had to blow them. No, every evening, and now sometimes mornings, I had to stand naked at the bottom of first Ken's bed and when he was finished with me, Gary's bed. I had to stand there with a jock over my face, the narrow sweaty part over my nose and mouth, with a number of clothespins across my nips, they specified the number, and I had to keep my dick hard without cumming, using only my left hand, otherwise keeping my hands behind my head. More recently, Ken had decided I was to keep any pubic hair not covered by my jock shaved, as well as my balls, cock, crack and asshole. The final indignity was that I had to wear the jockstrap 24/7, no underpants ever unless Ken or Gary said I could, and no cumming without their permission either. This left me constantly horny, hornier even than a 17 year old boy is usually (which is saying something).
Chapt. 4: The Beat Goes On - Danny
I talked over my problem with my two best friends, Don and Tuck, who were both Juniors like me. First off, they couldn't believe the whole thing. Don, a strapping six foot two inch great looking guy, brown hair and eyes, angular face, narrow but smiley mouth, weighed maybe 180 or 190 pounds, played football so he knew Ken pretty well. Ken was a wide receiver and Don was the backup quarterback. Tuck, just under six feet, a blue-eyed, blond beauty, dimple in both cheeks when he smiled, big ears, played soccer with me, also track, and we were pretty tight. The three of us had known eachother ever since we started grade school and we'd been best friends for years and years.
Like I said, at first they found the whole thing just too weird. I had to explain to them in detail how I'd gotten into this fix before they believed me. Of course, they'd seen me in the locker room in my jock, but they'd bought my cover story that I'd lost a bet to Ken. They hadn't noticed, but I told them, about how I had to keep my crotch smooth except for the pubic hair covered by the jock and how my balls, cock and crack were shaved. They said they'd certainly never noticed and doubted anyone else had either. If anyone had, they'd be teasing me mercilessly and probably calling me a fag to boot, they said.
Tuck's first idea was that I should tell Mom and Dad. He said that Ken wouldn't dare to actually put the stuff on the worldnet when he found out I'd told them. Don thought that was a good idea but he wondered if I couldn't turn the tables on Ken by threatening to tell my parents. What could he do? I would then be in the power position and he would have to submit to me. Don said I could do to Ken the same things he'd done to me, and do it to Gary too. Well, I thought to myself, there was one hell of an idea. True I was turned on by the humiliation I'd endured, but I thought I'd be even more turned on to have Ken and Gary at my mercy. In fact, just thinking about it gave me a boner.
As I thought it through, I realized there was a core problem. True, I would have them under my control, but as soon as I started to humiliate and torture them, they could threaten to tell my parents about what I was doing to them. It seemed to me to be a standoff. But then I thought, they couldn't go to my parents without admitting what they'd been doing to me and I didn't think they'd risk that. My parents would be pissed at me but they'd be a lot more pissed at them. I thought maybe Don's idea might work. It wouldn't be easy. Ken particularly would make all kinds of threats but they'd be empty if Don was right. Tuck was enthusiastic, in fact, he was so enthusiastic that he wanted to watch me humiliate Ken and Gary and and he suggested I make them give each of us a blowjob. Why not, I thought, that would up the ante even if they hadn't made me blow them. It would serve them right plus, it would be really hot.
You should understand, Don is the nicest guy in the world. He is really athletic, as you have to be to play quarterback. I don't think he would intentionally ever hurt anyone, football games excepted of course. Tuck is lankier like me and has a little bit of a smart ass attitude that we have to tell him to knock it off when he gets that way. He turned out to be the most inventive and sadistic of the three of us.
We decided we'd start on a weekend when I'd gotten my folks permission to have them stay over Friday and Saturday nights. Of course Don had a football game Friday nights and Tuck and I had our track meet on Saturday morning. It wasn't too unusual for the three of us to sleep over at oneanothers houses and our parents seemed cool with it and certainly mine appeared to like the two kids from the other families staying over.
For the next two weeks I served Ken and Gary as before with one major change, two really. Both changes were pretty shocking and both, in their way, were pretty humiliating. First, the very weekend I'd finally opened up to Don and Tuck, that Sunday night, Ken announced that instead of standing there naked with my dirty jock over my face so he and then Gary could beat off, I was now going to have to give them each a blow job, just what we'd been thinking of making them do. I said that I absolutely was not going to suck their cocks, no way.
Ken ordered me onto my hands and knees on the floor, ass up, and he then spanked my ass with the ping pong paddle until I was crying and begging him to stop. To myself, I was thinking that he would pay for this. He said he'd stop as soon as I accepted that from now on I was going to be a cocksucker. My ass burned and hurt so much I finally gave up and said through my tears that I'd do it.
Our slave Tim was now always a witness to our morning and evening scenes, in fact he now slept on the floor in our room rather than with the other slaves. Mom and Dad had agreed to this. Ken told me to stay where I was and he called over Tim. He ordered Tim to teach me how to suck a cock. He said Tim had thirty minutes to instruct me and that he was to do it by having me suck his cock. I couldn't believe it. I mean, I liked Tim and he was extremely studly for 17, but I mean, he was a slave and I was free! Yes, he'd been ordered to call me "boy" but that didn't change that I was a Master and he slave, or did it? He'd already seen me naked except for my jock in our bedroom all the time and standing by for Ken and Gary to jerk off to so I guess he didn't see me as much of a Master. He knew I had to keep my crotch partially shaved and he saw me jerk off twice a day and eat my own cum after having licked up Ken's and Gary's.
That was the second thing and it was so humiliating I couldn't believe it because it was going to be public, well public in the locker room. Ken told me before I could suck cock, I had to look more like a slave. He told me to get the shaving gear, that there was going to be more shaving. I begged him while on my knees not to embarrass me more but he just said to get the shaving stuff, so I did. I just knew what he was going to do and I was right. He said my pubes had go, that no self respecting cocksucker could have a bush. Look at Tim, he said; well of course Tim was a slave and he didn't have any body hair at all so that was different.
I was told to stand up and Tim was ordered by Ken to shave off my pubes. He came over, got the hot water and shave cream, got on his knees and first just ran the razor lightly through the hair I guess to thin it out and make it shorter for the shave. Then he creamed up my crotch and in just a few minutes, I was completely smooth. I stared down and saw that I looked like I was twelve but with an abnormally big cock and balls. I cried the whole time thinking about what would be said when I had to shower after practice. With hair, once it's gone, it's gone. There's not a thing you can do but wait for it to regrow but Ken made it clear I was to keep myself smooth from then on. I had no chest hair so except for the thin line going from my belly button to my now smooth crotch, I was as hairless as a slave from the front. I think Ken left that line of hair because it made me look even stranger.
Next came the cocksucking lessons. I knelt in front of Tim and he taught me how to take his hard dick in my mouth, how to not scratch his dick with my teeth and how to breath with a dick in my mouth. I found this last part really hard. I kept gagging and feeling suffocated. When the half hour was up, Ken told me to crawl over to his bed. He rested his ass on the bed, had me pull off his shorts then kiss his cock and balls which I did. That wasn't so bad, except for the idea of what I was doing and of course the recording Gary was making of the whole thing, starting with the shave.
Then it was time to actually take my brother's dick into my mouth. The idea revolted me, but it excited me too. My own cock was standing straight up. My brother kicked at it with his bare foot and started foot stroking my dick. I began to moan with pleasure and that was when he had me open my mouth and take in his cock which was also hard, very hard. I mean his cock not just taking it into my mouth. As he slid it into my mouth, I thought I was going to barf. His dick felt sort of strange. It was like sticking your thumb in your mouth, just skin and warmth, one had bones, the other was the bone. His cock was way in and set off my gag reflex. I was about to throw up all over Ken.
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