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. 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. 39: School Daze Danny
"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.
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?
Chapt. 40: School Daze II Danny
This time, Gary had thought up something really "special" for me. He led me to the boys john on that floor, then chained my neck to the water pip in one of the stalls, with me on my knees, my wrists locked to the sides of my collar. He had a clamp to each nipple, not harsh, just firm, and then hung a paper sign from my neck (he must have written it during his last class) that read "Please use me;" he hung a second sign on the open stall door, that read "slave 415 here for use and abuse," then he smirked at me and left. I'd be there for the entire period. I could only hope that not many kids would need to use the john during the period and that the kids who were free that period wouldn't find me. Once they found me, since we'd be hidden away in the john, I knew they'd be merciless.
The first 15 or 20 minutes were peaceful and quiet. No one came in. But then unfortunately 3 guys from my team came in talking about needing to take a leak. They were heading to the urinals when Jeremy said, "Hey guys, take a look at this." He was reading the sign on the door. He looked in and saw me. "Holy shit, guys, you won't believe this." Simon and Tiki joined him. The three just stared at me for a moment. I hung my head in shame. This was just awful. Just what Gary wanted probably. "This slave looks like Danny but with a mohawk and all the tattoos and rings of a slave, and look how his cock is locked down under his balls. Wow, that must hurt. He can't possibly get a hard-on."
"Danny," said Tiki, "is that you?"
What could I say, of course it was me. "Sirs, yes Sirs, this slave was named Danny when it was a free boy but now it is a slave. How may this slave serve you, Sirs?" I had been well trained. Naturally, it was agony to have to speak like this to guys who were once teammates and friends, but I had to.
This got them giggling and then trying to figure out what to do with me. I was chained where I was so they couldn't move me outside they realized.
Tiki said, "Do you think he gives blow jobs or will do anything we tell him to do."
Simon responded that of course I'd do whatever they said. I was a slave. That's what slaves do, what they're ordered to do and he added that I'd asked how I could serve them so I must be ready for anything. The sign said "use or abuse."
Jeremy took the lead. "Alright slave," he said, "suck my fingers." Then he thrust 3 fingers into my mouth which I dutifully sucked on. They were none too clean. When he pulled them out, I naturally thanked him for the privilege of sucking his fingers. "How about my dick, slave, you want to suck that, right?"
"Sir, this slave requests permission to suck your dick, please Sir." Down came his zipper. The others were crowding in to see. They tried to close the stall door but Gary had chosen one with a broken door that would not close. He wanted anyone around to see my shameful behavior and humiliation. Jeremy pulled out his half hard dick and hairy balls.
"Give these a lick, slave." So I licked his dick and balls, smelling the teen crotch aroma and the special smell heated balls and cocks give off. I licked his pubes as best I could which further demeaned me since I had none. I was smooth the way a slave should be. My own dick strained against its chain trying to rod up. They could see this and knew that I was turned on by what they were doing. That was really humiliating.
Jeremy thrust his crotch forward and I opened my mouth to receive him but first he played with me, dragging the head of his dick across my lips and using it to bat my cheeks. Finally he was ready and forced his cock all the way down my throat. I gagged, gasping for air. At last he withdrew and started pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. I tried to help by licking it as it entered my mouth, adding no doubt to his pleasure. He grasped my tit clamps and started moving them up and down, in and out. This had the effect of turning me on more and my own cock swelled and kept trying to rise which hurt like hell as it pulled against the PA ring that was chain locked to the ring through my ball sac.
Jeremy could see my dick straining. "Want to get hard don't you slave? Well, looks like your Master has other ideas. No boner for slavey." Now he was pulling on my tit rings, stretching out my nipples despite the presence of the clamps. I groaned. It was agony. He was pumping hard and sweating now. Finally, his dick swelled and stretched and ropes of cum shot down my throat and into my mouth. He just stood there, breathing hard and resting his dick on my tongue. Finally, he pulled all the way out.
Now for my next required shame. "Sir, thank you for the privilege of eating your cum, Sir." He looked down at me and laughed. He turned to his buddies.
"This slave is the real thing. That was only the third blowjob I've ever had, but dudes, it was the best. I wonder if we could get at his ass? We could do a little fucking if we could." They tried to have me turn but the way I was chained, I couldn't do it. "OK Tiki, your turn."
Thiki was a tall handsome dark skinned black guy. When he pulled out his dick, it was large, I mean really large. It was almost as long soft as mine was when hard, which recently wasn't frequently. "Now boy," he said, "here's some real meat for you. Go to work boy." I did, engulfing his cock with my mouth and licking it to get him hard. Well, most blowjobs are pretty much the same, even when its a big black dick. After he spouted, it was Simon's turn and so he too got his cock blown by his once upon a time friend and mate. I was sweating from the effort of doing 3 dicks but also from the shame I was feeling. I felt so low, so embarrassed. I was just hoping they wouldn't decide to drain their piss down my throat. I was having enough trouble holding my own in.
Jeremy started stroking my bent shaft which felt so good but also hurt so much. I was alternately groaning and moaning as he did it. He was also playing with the clamps, not letting me forget they were there. Then out of the blue, he kicked me in the balls. I shouted out in pain and tried to double over but my neck chain would not permit it. I had to thank him for his kick, so he did it again and I thanked him again, gasping for breath and cringing in hurt.
"Just think," said, Jeremy, "we were once friends with this pile of slave shit. Of course at the time, we thought he was free like us but now look at the bastard. Whose your Master, slaveboy?"
"Sir, the slave's Master is Master Gary, Sir.'
"Isn't that his brother? His younger brother? I wonder what the poor bastard did to end up like this, a slave to his younger brother. Oh well, not our problem. Lets piss and get out of here guys.
"Wait a minute, why don't we piss on him? Just cover him in our piss. You want that, don't you slave?"
Phrased that way, there was nothing for it but to beg to be pissed on. "Please Sirs, honor this slave by covering it with your piss, please Sirs." And that's just what they did, drenching me in three streams of steaming yellow boywater. I thanked them for the privilege of wearing their piss.
I guess they'd had enough because they hurried out. But on their way, I could hear them telling other guys that there was a slave they might recognize in here and that I'd do anything anyone told me to do. Well. more guys came in, followed by still more. I don't know how many dicks I sucked during that period but it was one boy after another, all debasing me by calling me names, even the several who I'd previously known. They took care of my need to piss though. They forced so much of their piss into me that eventually I had to let loose and did. That made them laugh. but with all the piss i was kneeling in, Gary would have no way of knowing some of it was mine - unless he asked, of course.
At last Gary showed up. He looked at the mess on the floor. "Had fun, slave?"
"Master, no Master. The slave gave out endless blowjobs and got pissed on, Master. Master, please unchain the slave and allow it to clean itself up, please Master." I looked mournfully into Gary's eyes, hoping he would take pity on me and release me from this hell, which he actually did. He gave me 3 minutes to wash the piss off using the paper hand towels but only cold water. I knelt before him, as he required, in front of one of the sinks, 100% visible to anyone coming in. When the 3 minutes were up, I'd managed to pretty well sponge myself off but of course I still stunk of piss and sweat.
The notion of being exposed to all these kids, completely naked, without any male hair, with my cock and balls permanently banded, and also my balls separately, with rings hanging from my ears and nipples, nose and cock and even from my sac, the S tattoos and my SIN, having a number written on my body for a name, it was all just so terribly, terribly mortifying. I wanted to shrink into myself, to not see the looks of surprise and contempt, revulsion and superiority in the kids' eyes, and, excepting superiority, in my own. How I wanted to be free of all of it. But if there was anything i was not, it was free. I tried to blank my mind but I was unable to do it. Walking naked among the clothed, led by a chain among the free, I was just utterly depressed, so cast down I could hardly take one step after another, always feeling my bare feet, there was nothing and nowhere I could hide.
I had thought this was what I wanted. To be dominated, to be treated without consideration, to obey without question, to serve and to please, to wear the collar and symbols of a slave. But now, it seemed so different from what I had imagined, so much more demeaning, so completely helpless, so subject to others sadism and moods, so absolutely and completely vulnerable. Was this what I had wanted? Or did I really just want to play at slavery, to be free but act as a slave, to have the ultimate ability to decide when I wished to be the one and when I wished to be the other?
These were my thought as I mechanically followed my chain held by Gary, going wherever he was going, not even noticing his direction or purpose. Why bother noticing when I had no choice but to go wherever he led me? There he was in his khaki shorts, blue T shirt under a grey hoodie, sneakers and socks, all of his own choosing. The only clothing rule he'd have to follow at school was for gym (grey T and shorts, jockstrap, white socks, running shoes), or for his team sports. He had that ultimate freedom of choice, I had none. I had given mine up, first experimentally, but now thanks to my father, legally bound into my collar and role. A slave. That's who I was, that's all I was. There appeared to be no escape.
Eventually, we ended up in the school cafeteria. My role was to hold Gary's tray so he could put his food selections on it as he made them. As a slave, of course I would have no lunch. Not even chow. It was not thought necessary to bother or incur the expense of feeding slaves midday. Let them earn their supper, whatever it might be, instead of wasting Master's time and money eating. Gary chose a delicious looking cold steak sandwich, some coleslaw, a brownie, some milk and a coke. My mouth watered as I looked down on the food I carried for him. I wondered if he would feed me any scraps. Even that would be humiliating but welcome, kneeling on the floor, begging like a dog for food leftovers from his hand.
Gary sat with his own friends but also at the table were some of the guys I'd serviced in the john. Jeremy and his sidekicks were there, not really cruel boys, just kids having the fun that had been made available to them. Simon asked Gary if I provided service while he ate. Did he mean service for Gary or for himself? Gary said that of course I did, and ordered me to remove his sneakers and socks and give his sweaty, smelly feet a tongue bath. He swung his legs out to the side so the other guys could watch as I did this. I imagined everyone in the place was staring at me as I licked Gary's bare feet. I had to suck on each toe and lick the lint between them, lick his arch, his heel and sole, all in full view of anyone who cared to watch.
Simon asked Gary if I'd do the same for him. he said his feet were all hot and sweaty and could use a wash. Gary said sure and sent me to him. I was so angry that Gary was using me in these ways. Simon turned so he was facing away from the table so everyone could watch as I performed for him. The sneaks and socks off, sniffing the foot smell, begging to be allowed to bathe his feet with my tongue, doing it, then redressing his feet and publicly thanking him for the privilege of having done it. How much lower could Gary make me go?
The afternoon was much like the morning except Gary had me kneel beside his desk in class, his books in the backpack I carried all day. He would stroke my slavehawk or have me raise my arms so he could stroke my smooth armpits, anything it seemed to keep me embarrassed and remembering I was only his slave.
The last class was biology. The teacher asked Gary if he could make use of me. I shuddered at the thought of being brought up to the front of the class. As luck, or bad luck, would have it, they were studying human reproduction (10th graders). The teacher said it would be very helpful to the class to have a fresh semen sample so they could examine the sperm under their microscopes. I just knew what was coming (no pun intended).
The teacher, Mr. Roberts, took a close look at how my dick was locked under my balls. He realized there was no way I could cum. He asked Gary if he had the key and would be willing to unlock me so I could masturbate to provide the students with fresh semen. I was mortified just thinking about it. Judging by the grin on Gary's face, he was pleased with the idea of this additional humiliation, even though it meant I would get off. He unlocked my dick from the ring through my ball sac and used the leash to lead me up to the front of the class.
Mr. Roberts was clearly pleased. Gary ordered me to stand in the slave present position, my hands behind my head. At least I could keep my head bowed and look at the floor and not at the kids who were looking at me, that is, until Gary ordered me to raise my head so I would have to stare at the kids. This was so cruel. Mr. Roberts asked Gary to please have me masturbate, and to have me say out loud when I was going to cum. He handed me a cup to hold in my left hand to catch my sperm while I used my right to stroke off.
Gary said, "Alright 415, you know what to do, now jerk off so the class can see the fresh cum they'll be examining."
My response was rote but so embarrassing. "Master, yes Master, thank you Master." My dick was already hard at just the prospect of being allowed to shoot. I grasped it in my right hand and stroked gently. I wanted to let the enjoyment last. I squeezed my eyes shut to concentrate on my dick. Not good enough. Gary immediately ordered me to open my eyes and to look at the class, look into the kids' eyes. "Master, yes Master, thank you Master." How low could he make me go?
I resumed stroking, now wanting to get it over with as I looked in the eyes of first one kid and then another and so on. I saw such contempt in their eyes, still, it was a pleasure fisting my cock. I could feel my ass clenching around the buttplug, which just turned me on more. Gary rose and stood to my side. He grabbed my tits and started pinching them with his nails. "Master, thank you Master, for touching this slave, Master." The tit stimulation, though painful, brought me to the edge. "Sirs, this slaves is about to shoot, Sirs. Thank you, Master." With that, I could hold it no longer. I groaned and moaned with pleasure as my body tensed right there in public and the cum shot from my dick into the cup I held. I managed to catch all of it. "Master, thank you Master for allowing this slave to cum, Master." Gary just laughed.
The final degradation was being made to go to each kid and take a small bit of cum on my pinky and place it along the slide each kid held out. They didn't even have to touch my cum. Gary immediately locked my cock down and for the rest of the period I had to stand in front of the class, completely naked and hairless, hands behind mu head, fully on view to all the kids while they looked at my sperm. Maybe it would be a lesson to them to not do anything that could lead to their being enslaved.
After classes, Gary had team practice. He made me undress and then dress him in the locker room, first sticking my nose in his smelly jockstrap, and getting a whiff of his used sweat socks. During practice, he had me kneel in slave present position alongside the field inorder to maximize my naked exposure to everyone. After practice, I had to undress him, again smelling his now very sweaty jock and socks, then follow him to the showers and wash him, and finally dress him back in his street clothes. I don't mean to say I was the only slave doing these things for his Master in the cafeteria or in the showers, I wasn't. But looking at the other slaves made it worse in a sense, because in them I could see exactly how I looked.
Going home at last, I thought, but I'd forgotten how we'd get there. Gary led me to the stables where I was again hitched to the rickshaw thing and had to jog back home, (home?, not mine, I just lived there) pulling him, carrying his backpack and of course the rickshaw.
When we arrived at last, after many whippings to my ass along the way to get a move on, I was unhitched. Gary led me up to the bedroom and there were Tim and Ken, the former lounging against one of the walls while standing and the latter on his knees in present position awaiting the return of Master Gary. Ken kissed Gary's sneakers when we arrived and asked how he might serve.
Gary was hot and horny after practice, so he had Tim tie Ken down to the fucking bench that was in the room, and Gary gave Ken a real piston like fuck up his ass with no mercy and not much lube. Then we had to shower him and dress him for dinner while Tim just amused himself by watching. How come Tim wasn't slaving more, I wondered, and why was he allowed to wear a jock while we went naked? Not only that, when he went outside, he was allowed to wear shorts, a tank and sneakers, though without socks. We on the other hand were sent out completely naked and barefoot. What was going on?
Dinner was torture. Ken and I had to eat our chow and water from bowls on the floor while our Dad, Mom and Gary sat at the table having a roast chicken dinner and did that ever smell good. Tim ate with the other slaves at the slave table near the kitchen. All this time, Ken and I had not had a chance to talk with eachother so I had no idea how his day had gone nor he mine. I wasn't at all sure I could get through another day of what I went through today but I also had no idea if Gary would have me with him at school tomorrow.
Mom and Dad, Master and Mam, were back home now. I wondered if James had yet told them about what he walked in on Sunday? And if he had, were they going to do anything about it? All I knew was that I was completely exhausted, but not exhausted enough to escape being horny. God, how I already needed to cum again. Before bedtime, Ken had been required to blow Gary and had been ordered to blow Tim. Tim seemed to be rising in status at our expense. Where was that headed?
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